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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 ♪

Rise and shine, Tweek!

That's Tweeg! Tweeg, you blithering bubblehead!

Ah, that's better.

You know, L.B., I'm just not myself

until that first insult of the morning.

Now look outside and tell me what sort of day it is.

It's bright, sunny, and peaceful.

Splendid! A perfect day to spread evil.

Now then, where is my M.A.V.O. handbook?

I've got so many nasty deeds to do today.

-L.B., fetch me that-- -Twank, your face!

I will not twank my face! What do you mean, L.B.?

Your face is even worse than usual.

All right, so I don't look my best

first thing in the morning,

but who does?

But Tweeze, your face!

Help me find the handbook.

No... No...

[gasps]

That's not it.

[gasps] L.B.!

-L.B.! -You see?

L.B., have you been walking on here again?

Now you've covered it with spots.

This is a very expensive antique.

And I should know--

my mother sold it to me.

But Tweeg--

Now help me find that handbook.

Where is that thing?

Handsome young villain.

Hmm.

This mirror needs a good cleaning too, L.B.

Okay, Tweep, but it ain't gonna help.

Look at all the spots you missed. Can't you do anything right?

Ahh! Those spots!

They're on me!

That's what I've been trying to tell you!

This is terrible, L.B.

My face looks like a full bingo card.

I better get out of here. This could be catching.

Get well soon!

Wait, L.B.! You can't leave me like this.

Why not?

I'm a very sick individual.

I've known that for a long time, Tweeg.

I mean physically sick.

I won't be able to swindle or cheat anybody,

and worse yet, you'll never get paid.

Good point.

So, what do you want me to do, Tweez?

Help me into bed, L.B. I wonder what I've got.

Maybe you've got the tweezles.

-[laughs] -Tweezles!

Oh, no, not the tweezles!

-Is it serious? -I hope so.

I mean, I don't know.

It must be serious if I look like this.

Oh, L.B.!

Call me a doctor!

Okay, Twib, you're a doctor.

Teddy: Grubby, do you remember what Gimmick

first called his airship?

Uh, I think he called it an air-sloop.

You're right-- air-sloop.

And how many Gatang planes did we knock out of the sky

during out battle at the Hard To Find city?

Gee, I'm not sure.

But we used up a whole pot of root stew shooting at 'em.

[laughing]

That's right, we did.

Whatcha writing?

It's my journal.

I'm writing down all the things that we've done together

so I won't forget any of our adventures.

Oh, then I guess you don't wanna go for a hike, huh?

Not right now, Grubby.

We'll go after lunch, I promise.

Oh, okay, Teddy.

[sighs] I guess I'll go see what Gimmick's doing.

That's a good idea.

See you later.

Eh, let's see-- bread, butter,

knife, eh, fuel,

air compressor--

Whatcha doing, Gimmick?

Oh, hello, Grubby.

I'm about to revolutionize the sandwich

with the Newton Gimmick Pneumatic Bread-Butterer.

Why?

Gimmick: Well, you see, uh...

Well, that is...

I don't have time to explain right now.

Oh, that explains it really well.

Now, according to my calculations,

the butter should be scooped out by the knife.

The knife should butter the bread,

then the bread should be cut into nice, even slices.

Wouldn't it be easier to just butter the bread yourself?

Why, no!

You see, that takes away all of the challenge.

And now stand back,

and watch history in the, uh...

making.

Gee, I was hoping

I was gonna watch sandwiches in the making.

Get ready! Here goes!

Grubby: Wow, it's gonna toast it, too.

[gasps]

Ooh!

Oh, dear.

This is not quite what I had in mind.

Oh, my!

The slices,

they're too, uh, thick!

Maybe I can help you, Gimmick.

Whoa! Ooh!

Ohhh!

Quickly! Run for cover!

[explosion]

Oh, dear.

Sorry, Gimmick. I was just trying to help.

You should learn to keep your hands-- er, feet--

well, uh, your limbs-- to yourself

when experiments are being performed.

Well, it wasn't working anyway.

Well, it definitely won't function now.

Oof!

Are you prepared to eat those words?

Well, heh, heh, heh,

that was a lucky accident.

Why are you two arguing?

Grubby was... helping me...

with an important experiment.

The thing wasn't working in the first place.

You know, I think I know what the problem is.

-Yeah. Him! -Yeah. Him!

Teddy: No. I think it's your attitude.

Yes. Grubby was certainly in a bad mood when he came out here.

Yes, Grubby,

you were disappointed because I didn't want to play.

I guess so, Teddy,

but Gimmick was in a bad mood, too.

Gimmick, you do get frustrated when your inventions

don't work the way you want them to.

Why, yes, I...

suppose I do.

I guess I was kind of getting in the way.

No, no, no, Grubby,

Teddy's right.

I was getting frustrated.

Why don't you two shake hands and make up.

Okay by me.

Me too.

Next time, let's try it without butter.

[laughing]

Where am I gonna find anybody stupid enough to wanna help Tweeg?

Besides me, that is.

[laughs]

I think I may have found them.

Teddy: Would you like another sandwich, Gimmick?

Gimmick: Why, thank you, Teddy.

You know, I don't think

my invention will ever

make a sandwich as good as this one.

Mm-mm.

Hey, do you fellas hear a kind of boinging?

[boinging sound]

Hey, look, a horrid little Bounder.

L.B.!

Gosh, what do you want?

Tweeg needs your help.

He does? What's the matter?

L.B.: He's got the tweezles.

Knowing Tweeg, he probably stole them from somebody.

Mm. Then he needs a doctor.

Right!

But there are no doctors around here.

Oh, yes. That's right.

Teddy: Then I think we should try to help him.

Why would we want to help a villain like Tweeg.

Well, bad as he is, it's the neighborly thing to do.

Uh, yes, I suppose we should.

Just to be neighborly.

Thanks.

I'm sure that Tweeg will repay you, somehow.

[laughing]

Tweeg: I don't know if I can hold out until L.B. gets back.

Why, I may never hear the sound

of the gentle boinging of his bounding feet.

Hmm. It would be just like that little creep

to bound out on me at a time like this.

I think I feel a little weak.

Yes, and I think I have a fever.

Yes! Oh, if only I could see his sweet,

smiling face once more.

-[knocks on door] -Aah!

Just like that idiot L.B. to forget his keys.

L.B.?

Female voice: Good afternoon.

You're not L.B. Who are you, a doctor?

Oh, no!

Then get lost!

Ooh, that's nasty.

Good, very good.

Good? What's good?

Insulting a total stranger.

That's worth 26 points.

It says so right here

in the M.A.V.O. handbook.

Oh, no! You're from M.A.V.O.?

That's right.

Dues collection division.

Have I the pleasure of addressing Mr. Tweek?

That's Tweeg!

Nobody ever gets my name right.

Oh, yes, Tweeg.

It's spelled correctly on this bill

for your annual dues.

Huh?

425 pieces of gold!

Why, this is outrageous!

Oh, yes, isn't it?

Now, while you're scraping the cash together,

I'll just look over your checklist.

Your M.A.V.O. handbook, please?

Ah... my handbook, yes.

To tell you the truth, I haven't seen it all day.

I'm sure it's around somewhere.

[humming impatiently]

Mm. Ah, here we are.

What's this? Only two evil deeds?!

Yes, but they're good ones.

Good ones?

Just what do you think you're trying to pull here, spot face?

Item one-- Fired cannon, almost hit something.

Item two-- Insulted mother for cutting allowance.

I've seen Fobs with bigger mean streaks than you.

Watch it, Tweeg!

M.A.V.O.'s not to be trifled with.

That'll be another 100 pieces of gold

for insufficient progress!

But-- But I've been sick and--

Oh, dear. Well, why didn't you say so?

You may deduct one piece of gold for medical expenses.

How can I pay this?

Oh, we find money is usually the best method.

But I don't have any money!

Tweeg!

Money!

Now!

Oh, I don't have it, I tell you!

Late payment.

You're herby fined an additional

200 pieces of gold.

Egad! This is ridiculous!

Criticizing M.A.V.O.--

another 350 pieces of gold.

Please, oh please, stop.

I can't take anymore.

Oh! Oh me, oh my.

Where does the time go?

I must be off, Mr. Tweeg.

Your total debt to M.A.V.O. now stands at

1,175 pieces of gold.

Interest is calculated hourly.

Oh! Or just whenever we feel like.

Or whichever comes first.

And may I say, I've certainly enjoyed harassing you.

Oh! I'm sure the pleasure has been all yours.

[laughs] Have a nice day!

Bullying a sick person-- 85 points.

Oh! This is turning into a wonderful day.

Good afternoon. Lovely day, isn't it?

My, my, that was a pleasant person.

I wonder what she's doing here.

Maybe she's from the Visiting Nurse Society.

[crying]

It's about time, you dimwitted dumb-dumb.

Mind your manners, Twizzle, you've got company.

L.B., why did you bring those goody two-shoes?

We've come to help, Mr. Tweeg.

I'm Teddy Ruxpin, and this is Grubby, and--

Yes, yes, I know who you are.

We heard you were ill

and we came as quickly as we, uh, could.

Have you lost what little mind you have, L.B.?

It ain't like I got a lot of choices, Tweed.

How many people do you know crazy enough to help you?

I must be feverish.

You're actually beginning to make sense.

We'd better get you into bed.

We'd better look at the, uh, patient.

-Now breathe in... -[inhales]

-and out. -[exhales]

Hmm. Yes. Interesting.

Now open wide and say, "ah."

Ahh!

Mm-hmm!

Hmm-hmm-hmm. Yes.

I see.

I don't.

What is it, Gimmick?

Well, it appears to be a cross between

a Grunge and a, uh, Troll.

I mean, uh, do you know what's wrong with him?

Oh! Oh, oh, absolutely.

I'd say he's suffering from

a repeated multiple pigmentation,

uh, differential.

You mean he's covered with spots?

Why, uh, yes.

If you want to get technical.

Well, how can we cure it?

Well, you know, a nice steaming bowl

of root soup never hurt anybody.

I can make some right now.

Hey, L.B., have you got any roots around here?

Sure!

What self-respecting household

doesn't keep a can of roots in a cupboard

in case a bunch of slugs drop in?

Mmm, mmm!

[humming]

Don't worry, Tweeg,

you'll be your old self again in no time.

What a shame.

Here you go, Tweeg.

This will fix you right up.

You expect me to eat... this?!

It's an old Octopede recipe.

You want to get rid of your spots, don't you?

You better do what the caterpillar says, Twedge.

Looking at your face is starting to make me sick.

Well, all right.

Mmm.

Yuck!

What are you trying to do, poison me?

If I have to consume this-- this slop,

I'd rather be sick. Yuck!

Is that your polite way of saying you didn't care for it?

Maybe we should try something else, Grubby.

I might have used too much salt.

Perhaps a more scientific remedy would be in order.

What would that be, Gimmick?

A mustard plaster. He he he.

I'll have this prepared in a jiffy.

Ohh. I don't like the sound of this one, either.

First a pinch of this,

and a little dab of that.

And a smidgen of this.

Teddy: Sounds delicious!

And now, all we need is my special ingredient.

That should do it.

He he he.

Remove the blanket, L.B.

Maybe this will make you better, Tweeg.

Tweeg?! Well, at least I lived long enough

to hear L.B. get my name right.

This will start to get nice, and, uh, warm.

Ah, well, it is getting warm.

Yes, very warm.

Hot, in fact.

Not just hot, it's burning!

Wowee!

Get it off me!

Ahh, it's stuck!

Heavens to Grundo!

I have may have miscalculated

the, uh, dosage!

Someone, help! I'm on fire!

Quick, Grubby. That bucket over there.

Okay, Teddy.

I'll save you, Tweeg.

Ahh!

[screams]

Grubby, Gimmick!

Look, that water!

Grubby: Gosh, it sure is pretty.

That water must have come from Rainbow Falls!

Of course. Where else would it come from?

I wash this dishes in it.

But I drank that water last night.

You drank our dishwater?

Nice going, Tweed.

Blech!

Gimmick: Well, that would certainly account

for the abnormal coloring of your face.

You mean I'm not sick after all?

He he! Certainly not.

It happens to anyone who drinks the water

from Rainbow Falls.

These spots should disappear by nightfall.

I wonder why I didn't think of it before.

Did you hear that, L.B.?

I don't have the tweezles after all!

Congratulations.

I feel wonderful!

I feel healthy.

I feel... I feel...

L.B.: Uh-oh.

I feel a song coming on!

As if living with him wasn't punishment enough.

♪ You can convince yourself that you have gotten ♪

♪ A rare disease that is making you feel rotten ♪

♪ But now I know it really was a trick... ♪

L.B.: Yeah, Tweez, you even make yourself sick.

♪ Now, when I look into the mirror ♪

♪ I see the same old Tweeg I've always seen ♪

Teddy: ♪ Your complexion is getting so much clearer ♪

♪ Yeah, soon I'll be a healthy shade of green ♪

Ha ha!

♪ A healthy attitude will always bring out ♪

L.B.: ♪ The color in your cheeks ♪

♪ A healthy glow ♪

♪ A healthy attitude will make you sing out ♪

♪ Do, Re, Mi, Fa, So, La, Ti, Do ♪

Ugh!

Tweeg: Wahoo! He he.

♪ A healthy attitude gives you the power ♪

♪ To change your mood from bad to good ♪

♪ Have a healthy attitude ♪

♪ And within the hour ♪

♪ I know that you'll be filled with gratitude ♪

♪ Have a heaping helping of a healthy attitude ♪

♪ Healthy attitude ♪

[laughing]

What, are you still here?

I'll teach you to pour that root slop down my throat.

And putting that thing on my chest.

Out! All of you!

Boy, what got into him?

Come on.

Some people just feel uncomfortable saying "thank you."

Tweeg: And never darken my doorway again!

L.B.: Come back soon!

You'll be sorry for this!

Let's have lunch sometime.

L.B., where is that M.A.V.O. handbook?

Beats the heck out of me.

That's the best idea you've had in months.

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