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Here goes Banana Cricket!

Here goes Banana Cricket!

Guys! Guys! They messed up our taco order!

It was quadrupled!

Let Taco Palooza begin!

Who says you can't have Taco Thursday on a Friday?

Huh? Because I'm going to get that guy.

Pico Banana Cricket Taco Thursday on a Friday high five.

Banana!

Hey, get a load of this taco wrapper ad. The Banana Bunch are having a show

tonight at the Stink Pavilion.

And they're doing it without me?

Without you.

What do you mean, Bro -nana?

Didn't I ever tell you guys? I used to be part of an internationally famous

singing group with my family, the Banana Bunch.

Wait, I remember the Banana Bunch. That was you?

Yeah, didn't they sing more than appealing?

That was just one of our hokey humdrum hits.

Check it out. We topped all the charts.

Grace Magazine covers.

We were it.

It was 39 years ago. We were playing our biggest sold -out show yet. I was bored

of the same old, same old soap. I decided to try something just a little

different.

When you make a mess.

Clean it up with no protect.

Pick your socks up off the floor.

And when you sleep, try not to snore.

The future is grimy. The future is slimy. Far from my computer. Not my

scooter.

Look what you did, you goofy turkey.

Get out of here.

Wow.

I wish I could play with the band one more time.

Why don't you? I'm sure they've forgotten about the world's greatest

disaster. And even if your dad still remembers, he's got to have forgiven you

now. You were just a tiny, itty -bitty misguided fruit.

You know what? You're right. I'm heading over there right now.

Hey, guys.

I'm back.

Hey, there.

Oh, it's been a long time, son.

I see the old band is doing a reunion concert.

I was wondering if maybe I could join you guys.

I think that's a terrible idea.

What? That's a terrible idea.

But dear.

He's our son.

I don't care.

If you're here to beg to rejoin the group, start begging.

And then the answer is no.

I know when I'm not wanted.

You're still a bitter curmudgeon, I remember.

Banana,

there's something we need to tell you.

Yeah.

Dad is never going to forgive me?

That's true, but no.

The reason Dad is even more of a jerk than usual is... What?

He has... Mushy spots.

What? Dad has the mush?

Yeah.

Pretty soon he'll be inedible.

This could be his last show.

Last show?

He might not even make it through the show tonight. We need you, Banana.

You gotta come.

Please.

Oh,

man.

They're dying. Get up there.

My mushy spots.

Your arm.

I know it's my arm. It's my arm.

That's mush. It's worse than ever.

It's my mush.

Now get out of here. Beat it.

Scram.

Not this time, Dad.

What are you doing? What are you doing?

Don't worry, guys.

Boop -a -la.

Get ready to rap.

Cheese family.

Okay. guys, let's clam you up.

The future is grimy.

The future is slimy. Far from my computer.

Not my motor scooter.

I love you, Dad.

Shut up and rock, son.

Pig!

Hi, angry old raisin. Guess who's here.

It's me, Pig.

You don't have to guess. You win.

What do I win?

A big hug from your fourth best friend in the whole wide world.

I don't want to win a hug. I want to win Dogapalooza, Boopalite's premier dog

show. You're a dog?

I knew it.

I'm not a dog, you dope.

My dog, Kimmel Fritz, is going to win. We've been training for this day for 39

years.

We're going to beat the fuzz off of Owl Woman Lady and her dog, Trumpet. They

always win, but not this year.

Now go away.

I'm gonna grab my pooper scooper, and we're off to win first prize!

Hey, Kimmel Fritz, who's a cute little poochie. Yeah, you are. Hey, let's play

fetch. Oh, oh, ready?

And go get him!

Oh, no, he's gone!

In real reason, can't win the dog show without his dog?

What am I gonna do?

Okay,

Kimmel Fritz, let's go win the pants off of this dog show.

Where the heck are you?

My glasses.

I can barely see without them. You must be really excited to win Dogapalooza. I

am. I mean, bark!

You feeling okay, Buster?

Bark, bark.

Bark, bark, bark.

You're right, Kimmel Fritz. You'll be my eyes. Now, let's win this thing.

Ladies, gentlemen, welcome to Dog Appaloosa.

Now, let us get down and doggity with it. Kimmel Fritz, we're going to win

this year. I just know it.

Hardly. My dog Trumpet and I are going to beat the be -Arthur out of you and

your mangy mutt, just like we do every year.

Come on!

Come on!

That is the most hideous dog that I've ever seen.

What? He's the best dog in the entire world.

Now get out of my way, you goofy chicken.

I got a dog show to win. We begin with the Trot and Trance optical cord.

It's on.

Like the break of dawn.

A

butterfly

pickle?

And now for the novel writing portion of the competition, Dogs.

And for the final competition, my personal favorite, swimwear.

and your mangy dog has ruined everything.

Hey,

you can't speak to my fourth best friend in the whole wide world like that.

I mean, bark?

You're not a dog. You're a pig.

This is grounds for immediate disqualification.

What in the hoot? You're not my Kimmel Fritz. I know. It's me.

I'm sorry, Angry Old Raisin, but I lost your dog and didn't want you to lose

Dogapalooza again.

Hoot, hoot, hoot, hoot. You're a loser.

A dog impersonated by 10 gerbils? In all my years, I have never seen

a dog impersonated by 10 gerbils.

You're disqualified, too.

Ha, ha, ha. Hoot, hoot, hoot yourself.

But if we're disqualified, who wins?

I do.

What?

Kimmel Frigg. Amazing.

This dog perfectly impersonated a judge.

I award you first place.

We finally win.

I'm old, but happy.

How dare they?

Hoot, hoot, hoot, hoot. You're welcome, fourth best friend in the whole wide

world.

Fetch, Peg.

I didn't even throw it.

Oh, my horns are all fedangled.

Huh? Oh, no. My best beloved buffer just biffed it.

Oh, I love this buffer.

Hi, operator.

I have a horn buffer emergency.

Wow, that was fast.

Hello there.

Did somebody call Tony Towel, the world's number one repairman?

I'm Goat.

Excuse me a moment.

Sorry about that. Hi, I'm Goat, and I'm very pleased to love you.

I mean marry you. I mean meet you.

Soon.

What seems to be the trouble, Ms. Goat? Oh, it's just Ms.

Goat. I'm single.

There's no mister with a sister.

At least not yet, anyway.

So, what needs repairing?

My favorite buffer. Moments ago, it just stopped working.

Let me take a look.

What a stud.

What's that?

I mean, what a dud this horn buffer is, dud.

So you think that it's lovable? I mean, fixable?

Tony Towell can fix the B. Arthur out of anything.

Stand back.

And that's how I do it.

Wow, Tony.

It is like new again.

Thanks. Well, that'll do it, good woman.

Wait! Are you leaving so soon?

Because you just got here.

Sorry, unless there's something that needs a toweling. I ain't a -staying.

Interesting.

And that's how we do it. Booyah!

Wait! Tony! I thought of something else that needs fixing. Follow me.

Whoa. This room is towely awesome.

dimensional portal contraption thingy broke.

Maybe you can fix it.

It's going to take a really big towel movement to fix this one.

There's nothing Tony Towel can't fix with his amazing towel talent.

Now, how about some sugar?

I mean some real sugar. All this fixing is making me feel weak and low energy.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. I knew that.

I did. I really, I did.

Yum!

Red towel!

Oh, no!

Tony! This is kind of a little bit my fault.

It's up to you, goat to see.

Or else what?

Or else... Thanks for saving

Tony's house with totally terrific light.

I would do anything for you.

Oh, yeah, it reminds me.

Oh, and Jamers, he's giving me his phone number.

Hey, this isn't your phone number. This is a bill.

Yeah, I gave you my standard 10 % discount for saving my life.

I remember leaving that on. Oh, well.

Burgerstein, today is the day my hero, Dr. Eggplant Face, lets me into his

secret science society.

Even you.

There, how do you feel?

Ah, my little green companion.

I feel spectacular and brilliant.

Oh, it worked, it worked. You talked all smart and stuff.

Your miraculous concoction will no doubt grant you access into the super secret

science society.

Congratulations.

I know, I know, I'm a genius.

Smart guy spray's effects are only temporary.

Oh, well, no worries. I'll just give you a couple extra spritzes when Dr.

Eggplant Face gets here.

Ow!

I rang the bell. I knocked.

I'm not some front porch freak who can just leave out on your front porch.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Dr. Eggplant Face, sir. I guess I didn't hear you knocking.

You know... Cricket, if you want to get into the super secret science society,

you'd better show me something brilliant immediately.

Presenting my assistant, Burgerstein. As you can see, he's just a quarter

pounder of meat for brains.

Bye!

But now, with just a few spritzes from my smart guy spray...

Things

are as they are, because they were

as they were.

Astrophysicist Thomas Gold.

Quick, Burgerstein, what's Einstein's mass -energy equivalence?

E equals mc...

Oh, is he getting dumb again?

No, that was just some gas. What he meant to say was...

Nonetheless,

the scientific method mandates we repeatedly test and confirm through

experimentation. That's why I have invented this.

Mmm, that was fast.

I've never seen anything quite like it.

I hereby grant you admission into the Super Secret Science Society.

But I want to be in the Super Secret Science Society.

Maybe one day, you goofy chicken.

Thank you for the invitation, Doctor.

But I've got much more important matters to tend to.

Like what?

Like taking over the entire world.

That means right after I turn the two of you into eggplant parmesan topped with

cricket sauce.

There you are.

Way to go, cricket. All that smart spray of yours has turned him into a totally

evil scientist.

Are you impressed?

Little bit?

No.

Let's get cooking.

pickle chips are the source of his brain power.

If only there were someone who loved pickles so much that they would have no

problem consuming enormous radioactive pickles.

Hello?

Burgerstein, did you do something new with your bun? Cause looking good.

Pig, he's going to eat us and then take over the world.

He's right, Pig. So you're either against me or you can join my plot for

domination. World domination?

That's my favorite.

I'm in.

Pig!

Right after I eat those delicious pickles.

Yum.

A butter taste.

You did it, Pig. You saved the day.

Pig, welcome to the super secret science society.

Thanks. I'm so going to join that.

Right after I take over the world?

Way to go, you Froot Loop dingus. Now your other stupid friend is smart.

But kind of impressive, hmm? Maybe even super secret science society level

impressive, no?

No.

And why are you guys in a cage on a frying pan?

It's Pig. He's an evil genius. We need to stop him. He's right. I, Pig.

Who is now evil will take over the world!