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[theme music playing]

♪ Come dream with me tonight ♪

♪ Dream with me tonight ♪

♪ Let's go to far off places ♪

♪ And search for treasures bright ♪

♪ Come dream with me tonight ♪

♪ Let's build a giant airship ♪

♪ And sail into the sky ♪

♪ Let's watch the ground so far below ♪

♪ Let's watch the birds as they fly by ♪

♪ Fly so high ♪

♪ Come dream with me tonight ♪

Tweeg: Ohhh!

L.B., this is terrible.

I'm broke.

And worst of all,

I've run out of nutmeg and buttermilk

for my gold recipe.

You always say that when payday comes around.

I think me and the boys are gonna quit working for you.

Yeah, I'm ready to quit working for you.

Yeah, we're gonna quit, and real soon.

Maybe you ought to try selling some of this worthless junk

you got lying around here!

Like this book of magic potions.

What, this?

Why, this book contains the secret

of turning nutmeg and buttermilk into gold!

Just a thought, Twig.

That's Tweeg, you dimwit!

Besides, I don't have time for a yard sale.

I'm an important villain with things to do.

Sure you are, Twink.

[cackling]

Here's the list of bad deeds I have to do

to join the Monsters and Villains Organization.

I mean, just look at all the stuff I'm supposed to do.

Like swindling and cheating people.

I haven't the slightest idea where to start.

Gee, maybe M.A.V.O. would let you join

if they knew how good you are with magic potions.

[laughing]

Knock it off, you bug-brained Bounder.

Wait a minute. Magic potions.

L.B., you've just given me an idea

that's going to make me rich.

Did you hear that, huh, guys?

We're gonna get paid.

-Yay, I can't wait! -Yeah, finally!

I didn't say you'd be paid,

I just said I'll be rich!

Sorry, Boss. I guess not eating for weeks

has got me hearing things.

You're forgiven, L.B.

This is wonderful!

I can use my old potions to make fake medicine.

And then all we have to do is convince people they need them.

Like what people?

People like Newton Gimmick

and those stupid friends of his.

So, M.A.V.O. wants me to swindle and cheat, eh?

Ha ha! Just wait till they see me in action.

L.B., I think I feel like singing.

I ought to get paid overtime for this.

♪ If you haven't figured out my idea ♪

♪ Here's a hint ♪

♪ With my little book of secrets here ♪

♪ I could make a mint ♪

♪ The page on sleeping potions ♪

♪ Is worth a coin or two ♪

♪ And the chapter on wishing ♪

♪ Might just make our wish come true ♪

♪ And the secret part on flying ♪

♪ Has never yet been told ♪

♪ And the chapter there on growing hair ♪

♪ Is worth a pot of gold ♪

♪ 'Cause from my medicine wagon ♪

♪ His medicine wagon ♪

♪ People will buy anything, you know ♪

♪ From my medicine wagon ♪

♪ His medicine wagon ♪

♪ I'll make lots and lots of dough ♪

♪ From his medicine wagon ♪

♪ My medicine wagon ♪

♪ People will buy anything, you know ♪

♪ From his medicine wagon ♪

♪ My medicine wagon ♪

♪ I'll make lots and lots of ♪

♪ Bags and pails and pots of ♪

♪ Lots and lots and lots of ♪

♪ Do, Re, Mi, Fa, So, La, Ti ♪

♪ Dough ♪

[applause]

Are you almost finished, Gimmick? It's lunchtime.

Yeah, let's eat. I'm hungry.

He he. Just a minute, boys.

First, I'd like to try out my new invention.

I sure hope it has something to do with food.

Oh, indeed it does.

This is the soon-to-be-famous

Gimmick, uh, sandwich compressor.

Sandwich compressor? How does it work, Gimmick?

Well, imagine Grubby has made a sandwich

that was too big for him to eat.

Yeah, I don't think there's ever been a sandwich that big.

Wait a second.

How about this one?

[laughs]

Very good, Grubby.

Now watch.

[rumbling]

[whistling]

Teddy: Wow!

See?

Now you can eat it without losing a single crumb.

Gimmick, you've made a major breakthrough

in the fine art of stuffing your face.

[clears throat]

Thank you.

It'll go great with this special Illiop salad I made.

You mean the one with the secret ingredients?

That's right, Grubby. Squash, cinnamon, and honey.

I've been busy too, you know.

I made us all a drink from--

welp, you'll never guess what.

-Roots? -Roots?

Aw, you guys must have peeked.

Anyway, try some.

Why, Grubby,

this is most excellent.

It's delicious. What is it?

It's an old Octopede recipe.

You take mashed roots and let them sit around for a while,

until you get...uh, gee, I don't even know what it's called.

Well, I'm an inventor.

Perhaps I could invent a name for it.

Let's see now.

I know. How about... root beer?

[Teddy laughs]

Teddy: Grubby, I don't think anyone

could have come up with a more perfect name.

[Grubby laughs]

-Grubby: Okay, now can we eat? -Gimmick: Yes, in a moment.

What's that coming up the road?

[grumbling]

Whoa, big fella!

Big fella! Hmm!

Good day, my fine friends.

And what ails you today... I hope?

Teddy: Nothing, thank you.

We're feeling just fine.

Yuck! Who is that miserable-looking creature?

Who? Him?

No, you!

I've never seen such an odd-looking creature in my life.

Now, hold on there!

That's our friend you are talking about.

And who is this bald-headed old gentleman?

Oh, well, I-I'm--

This are my friends.

This is Newton Gimmick,

and this is Grubby. He's an Octopede.

There goes the neighborhood.

Well, I've got just the thing for your eight-legged friend.

Just one swallow of my magic potion

will make him handsome.

Handsome? Really?

Certainly. It says so right here on the bottle.

And bottles don't lie!

My magic potion even made a centipede cute once.

Wow. That's amazing.

I don't think you need that, Grubby.

I like you the way you are.

Nonsense!

He'll be much happier

when he's sporting a healthy green complexion.

Like myself.

Here, drink it down.

How was it?

It's no root beer.

What about our skin-headed friend over here?

Never mind. I don't want anything.

Thank you.

What if I told you this magic gunk

is guaranteed to grow hair on solid rock?

Uh, uh-- really?

It says so right on the jar.

Wait, Gimmick,

are you sure you really need this stuff?

Hair might look nice.

Oh, you'll look sensational. Years younger...

Hmm. Too bad I don't have anything for you, shorty.

That's okay. I like me the way I am.

Hey, Boss,

what about the gravitational body extender... thingamabob.

That's right, faithful assistant, I nearly forgot.

It's the perfect thing for our little friend.

Yeah, Teddy, it sounds kind of neat.

Why don't you try it?

Do you really think I'm too short?

The answer is yes!

But this device will fix you right up.

Hold this gravitational stone over your head

and you'll grow like a weed.

Like this?

Perfect. You've done this before, right?

No, honest.

You certainly could have fooled me.

[laughing]

Now, let's see.

There's the magic potion, the gunk,

and the body-extender thingamabob.

That'll be 14 pieces of silver.

I'm afraid we only have one.

Uh, Teddy, I'm afraid we only have none.

We spent it yesterday on groceries.

Oh, well, what do you have to swap?

Uh, well, I have a nice jar of fresh nutmeg

and four bags of flour.

Tweeg: Hmm...

And two bottles of buttermilk.

I'll take it.

You folks certainly drive a hard bargain.

[L.B. laughing]

Tweeg: I'm so brilliant, L.B.,

that sometimes it frightens me.

Well, that takes care of the swindling and cheating part

of my M.A.V.O. initiation.

It I were you, Twunce,

I'd read the fine print.

What are you talking about, you dim-witted dunce?

Egad!

"Candidate must swindle or cheat at least 50 people,

including one little old lady.

He must also take candy from one baby."

What's the matter, Tweez, can't hack it?

I'll show them! I'll show all of them!

I'll swindle so many people it will make their heads spin.

Take candy from a baby, eh?

I'll even take the little brat's diaper!

Yuck!

On everyone's lips will be one name-- Tweez!

Uh, I mean, Tweeg!

Tweeg, Tweeg, Tweeg, Tweeg, Tweeg, Tweeg!

Yuck-a-bluck, icky, phooey!

This stuff tastes terrible.

I guess that means it's good for you.

Hey, guys, am I handsome yet?

I-- Ow!

--always thought you were handsome, Grubby.

-Ow! -Hmm. Let's see.

The jar says,

"Smear a thick layer of gunk onto scalp."

Hmm.

I think something is starting to happen.

Yeah, I'm starting to feel funny too.

Ow! Ow!

I'm starting to feel a headache coming on.

Grubby: What's wrong, Teddy?

Something's wrong with this body-extender thingamabob.

This stone that's supposed to be pulling me up

keeps bopping me on the head.

Ow!

[Grubby laughs]

Teddy, you're gonna look pretty funny

with those bumps on your head.

[Teddy laughs] You think I look funny?

You're all green!

Grubby, just look at yourself.

Oh, no!

Green is my worst color!

Oh, my gosh, Teddy, look at Gimmick.

Gimmick, what's happening to you?

Oh! Oh, my.

I'm sprouting.

Actually, it's rather pretty.

He he he.

And I do like flowers.

Yup, and so do bees.

[buzzing]

-Whoa! -Whoa!

Ah! Whoa!

Help! Go away!

Shoo, shoo, shoo!

That was a close one.

Indeed it was.

We were lucky to escape so quickly.

You missed a weed, Gimmick.

My hair--

Uh, I mean, garden--

is still growing.

Let me see if I can wipe it off.

And I still have a terrible headache.

I'm still green.

Ah-hah!

Just as I suspected.

This gunk is nothing more than, uh, mud!

Very good mud, in fact,

to grow such nice flowers.

Maybe you could plant them outside, Gimmick.

Precisely what I was thinking, Teddy.

He he he.

There, at least we have

a nice little garden to show for our foolishness.

It is very pretty, Gimmick.

Thank you, Teddy.

My, your head looks quite a bit better.

So does yours, Gimmick.

I mean, I like you a lot better this way.

Thank you.

And Grubby isn't green anymore.

Hey, that's right, I guess it just faded away.

I don't know why I let that salesman make me think

there was something wrong with me.

Being bald never bothered me before.

Besides, if gunk really could grow hair,

I would have invented it.

[laughing]

It's too bad they got away with your flour,

nutmeg, and buttermilk, Gimmick.

Oh, that's all right, Grubby.

It was a small price to pay

to learn such a valuable lesson.

Two valuable lessons.

Be happy with who you are.

And never take anything from strangers.

Right!

Tweeg: Well, I must say,

swindling and cheating come naturally to me.

Wouldn't you agree, L.B.?

Sure, Tweak,

it takes real talent

to give away all your medicine and get back nothing.

That's right, I--

What are you talking about?

I got lots for it!

Yeah, lots of nutmeg and flour for it.

[laughs]

And buttermilk, L.B.! Don't forget the buttermilk!

[laughs]

M.A.V.O.'s gonna be impressed all right!

If I could make some gold,

that would really impress them.

I-- Wait a minute.

Nutmeg, flour, buttermilk.

Why, those are precisely the ingredients I need

to make gold!

I just know this batch will be the real thing.

L.B.: Wanna bet?

L.B., I'd wring your neck if you had one.

Now, help me get the oven ready.

I sure hope you like doughnuts, Harry.

I have a feeling we're gonna be

up to our elbows in them real soon.

Now then, my latest device.

The sandwich uncompressor

should counteract this unfortunate side effect.

He he he.

You mean your machine will make the sandwich fit on a plate again?

Precisely.

But uncompressing a compressed sandwich

requires internal combustion

provided by the ingredients in this jar.

What's that stuff, Gimmick?

Oh, just another little invention of mine.

I call it, uh, Popcorn Pizazz.

Grubby: Are we gonna have popcorn?

No, no, Grubby.

It's actually a special projectile powder.

Now, I want you both to stand well back.

This stuff is highly combustible.

Combustible?

That means you should keep it away from an open flame.

Precisely!

One wrong move and... kaboom!

Grubby: Hey, how come I smell nutmeg?

[sniffs]

You know, Grubby's right. I smell nutmeg too.

[sniffs] Oh, my!

You're both right.

This isn't Popcorn Pizazz after all.

It's, uh, uh, nutmeg!

Now, how can that have happened?

We all make mistakes.

Sure, I make lots of them.

I'm afraid I can't demonstrate

the, uh, uncompressor.

That's all right, Gimmick.

Hmm.

I wonder why I have this nutmeg

instead of the, uh, Popcorn Pizazz.

I'll bet I know what happened.

This afternoon, when you meant to give that salesman nutmeg...

You picked up the wrong jar and really gave him...

Popcorn Pizazz.

Oh, dear, dear, dear.

That was quite an oversight on my part.

It's too bad swindlers don't leave you their addresses.

Otherwise we could warn them.

Yup, one wrong move with that stuff, and...

All: Kaboom!

Come on, L.B. Look lively!

I need a nice hot fire if this is going to work.

Be careful, Twiz.

You don't want to scorch your doughnuts.

For the last time, L.B., I'm not making doughnuts.

I am making gold!

Well, sure... gold doughnuts.

Oh, really, L.B.

[laughing]

I don't know why I waste my time with you.

I guess I'm just lucky, Twizzy.

Hmm, looks like it's almost ready to be turned into gold.

L.B., hand me the nutmeg.

Okay, Twit, here it comes!

Whoa! Whoa!

Great catch.

Naturally.

I happen to be a superb athlete.

Now I can't open the jar.

Maybe if you heat up the lid, Boss.

For once if your life, you've had a good idea.

[sizzling]

Yow!

Thanks to you I just burned my hand.

Yeah, right. It was a good idea.

Never mind. Just hold the top.

You wanna hurry up, Twiz?

I can't stand on one foot all day.

Yow!

Whoa!

I did it! I did it!

L.B., will you quit lying around?

There's work to be done.

Now bring me a spoon.

Here, Tweak.

That's Tweeg, you quarter-wit!

Now, let's see.

One heaping spoonful ought to do it.

No, make that two heaping spoonfuls.

-Why not three? -Why not four?

Oh, what the heck, let's put in the whole jar.

Gee, Twink,

I've never seen your doughnut stuff

look so weird before.

That's because it's finally turning into gold!

I told you it would, but would you believe me?

No! You always think I'm wrong.

Well, maybe from now on...

-[popping sound] -What was that?

I don't know, Twigs, it's sounding like popcorn.

Popcorn? I didn't put popcorn in there.

Ow!

Ugh!

Yah!

Run for your lives!

-[gasps] -Whoa-ho-ho!

[screaming]

[crying]

Lots of folks can't stand to see a grown man cry.

Personally, I love it.

Wahhh!

[theme music playing]

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