Gee, Brain,
what do you want to do tonight?
The same thing we do every night, Pinky,
try to take over the world.
♪ They're Pinky and the Brain ♪
♪ yes, Pinky and the Brain ♪
♪ one is a genius ♪
♪ the other's insane ♪
♪ they're laboratory mice ♪
♪ their genes have been spliced ♪
♪ they're dinky ♪
♪ they're Pinky and the Brain ♪
♪ Brain, Brain, Brain ♪
♪ Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain ♪
♪ before each night is done ♪
♪ their plan will be unfurled ♪
♪ by the dawning of the sun ♪
♪ they'll take over the world ♪
♪ they're Pinky and the Brain ♪
♪ yes, Pinky and the Brain ♪
♪ their twilight campaign ♪
♪ is easy to explain ♪
♪ to prove their mousey worth ♪
♪ they'll overthrow the earth ♪
♪ they're dinky ♪
♪ they're Pinky and the Brain ♪
♪ Brain, Brain, Brain ♪
♪ Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain ♪
Pinky: narf!
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Test scores are dropping at an alarming rate.
♪ Yeah, Schmeerskahoven ♪
Announcer: previously on Pinky and the Brain...
someone is using the Schmeerskahoven
as the means to a nefarious end.
Newscaster: the countdown is on
as every man, woman, and child on the planet
prepares for tomorrow's gigantic global,
really humongous Schmeerskahoven -a-thon
for world peace.
The world is in peril,
and we only have one hope of getting out of here.
I'll get you out, Brain.
Hang on.
Hey! Like, what's with all the racket,
[Imitates Pauly shore] Buh-Uh-Dy?
Well, at first I was smashing my head against the glass
to get my friends out. Then I realized
it just felt really good. Narf!
Heh! Really?
Hey, that does feel good...
[Snoring]
[Scoffs] What a lightweight.
I'll go get some smelling salts
so he can try again. Zort!
No, Pinky, use the keys!
Good idea!
Ow! Ha ha ha! Ow! Ha ha ha!
Evidently, I'm not going to have to hurt you, Pinky.
Pinky: oh, this is so thrilling!
The 3 of us working together
just like the Baldwin brothers.
Yes, and I am Alec,
the one with the manly chest hair
and authoritative voice.
No. You're Steven,
the one with the big, sloping forehead.
And I'm billy, the good-looking one.
Whatever.
Now, would you mind telling me where we're headed?
We're going...
to the island of Dr. Mordough.
Dr. Mordough?!
Poit! Who's that?
The geneticist who transformed us from common rodents
into beings of superior intellect...
and you, Pinky.
Hello, my little rodent friends.
I have fruit. How about an orange?
Look.
Aah! [Growling]
Oh, right.
The funny fruit man. I remember.
He had that pet cat I used to play with!
Unh!
Ha ha ha! Again!
Oh, we had such good times, precious and I.
[Sniffles]
Those were the days.
I thought Dr. Mordough retired.
Actually, I hired him away secretly
to help me devise plans
to take over the world.
Dr. Mordough: I'll make the world a fruit salad
it can't refuse.
But one day,
he stopped returning my calls.
I sent my lawyers to his island
to threaten him...
[Whispering] and they never came back.
Mordough's gone mad.
Mad, I say!
He's the one who signed the papers committing me
to that horrible asylum!
You think that makes him crazy?
I think it makes him a genius. Ha!
Ohh...
I've changed my mind.
You're not a Baldwin brother at all.
You're a bottoms brother!
You're a mandrell sister.
Let's take this outside.
Good idea.
After you.
No, after y--
whoa! Whoa!
Wait a minute...
Both: who's flying the plane?
♪ I'm a bunny... ♪
aah! Aah!
[Groaning] [Pinky laughing]
Did either of you happen to save
any of those small packets of peanuts?
I'm famished. Narf!
You know, snowball,
it might actually be to our benefit
to at least try to work together.
Yes. I suppose
teamwork is in order.
Uhh! Ha ha ha ha!
[Growling]
Snowball: Dr. Mordough's compound.
[Growling, snarling]
Wild beasts!
Worse. Those are my lawyers.
Dr. Mordough turned my lawyers
into blood-hungry savages!
Zort! How can you tell?
[Snarling]
[Synthesizer playing Schmeerskahoven]
[Man humming]
Dr. Mordough.
Brain: and he's playing the Schmeerskahoven.
Look at all the hats, Brain.
Zort!
Oh, I miss them so.
So it was mordough
who imprisoned us in the hat village.
However shall we thank him?
By preventing him
from taking over the world.
Ahem!
Hey, mordough,
they just opened a new fruit salad shack down the road,
and everything's free today.
Free fruit salad?
Thanks, but I already ate...
buh-uh-Dy.
[Gasps]
Mordough has been dumbed down.
By his own plan.
Woman: not his plan.
Mine.
Meowrrr...
Pinky: precious, it's...
it's you! [Meows]
Hiss...
and, my, what a big head you have.
The better to outsmart you with, my dear.
Meowrrr...
oh, you don't need a big head to do that.
Ha ha ha!
Heh heh heh heh!
I hate clowns!
[Laughs]
[Laughing]
You must think you're pretty clever,
escaping from my land of hats.
I'll make sure you never escape again.
But first,
I must play with that shiny thing over there.
[Purring]
Oh, precious... [Sobs]
What happened to that little kitty
who used to bat me around
and scratch me so sweetly?
That kitty no longer exists.
I was purr-fectly happy living in the lab.
I was cared for... loved...
and most of all I was...pretty.
Meow...
until that fateful day when everything changed.
[Yowls]
Yes, I was brilliant,
but I wasn't pretty anymore.
[Meows]
So I ran away.
A hungry kitty, mommy.
Can we take it home?
Oh, all right, dear.
[Gasps]
Get away! Away!
I don't want that kitty, mommy!
It's...ugly!
Precious: nobody loves a kitty with a big, fat head.
I was a pariah.
The lowest of the low...
doomed to consort with creatures as hated as I was.
Waaah!
Like a scary party clown and...
well, so far, that's it.
I decided to make humanity pay
for what its science did to me. But how?
Then I found the answer. [Music playing]
For if people were stupid enough to dance like that,
they would do anything.
I found mordough working for snowball.
Amazed by my brilliance, he unwittingly allowed me
to use him as my test subject.
With mordough's state-Of-the-art equipment
at my disposal,
I soon perfected the movements
of the Schmeerskahoven,
and I had lots of lovely boxes to hide in.
I needed a group who'd sing any annoying little ditty,
Swedish supergroup baab fit the bill.
Ya, that's a happy song.
We record it, sure.
Tomorrow, when the entire planet
performs the Schmeerskahoven,
mankind will finally pay,
becoming my kitty slaves.
Kitties?
Can I have one?
The Schmeerskahoven
doesn't make people act like kitties.
It does when they perform
the heretofore unheard third verse.
[Schmeerskahoven plays]
Precious: ♪ drop down to your knees and try to look pretty ♪
♪ chase your tail in a circle and meow like a kitty ♪
meow. ♪ Hey, Schmeerskahoven ♪
[Purring]
Good kitty.
Ahh!
Mmm, that looks good.
You're sick, precious!
With mankind turned into cats,
industry will cease to exist.
The world will be plunged back into the dark ages.
Oh, no. I'm afraid of the dark!
Well, I doubt you'll be concerned with any of that.
Snowball: a gene splicer!
You're going to send us back through the gene splicer?
Do you know what that will do?
Of course.
The process will turn you back into ordinary rodents.
You'll lose your intelligence.
Lose our intelligence?
Nooo!
Anything but that!
I don't think you have that much to worry about, Pinky.
Whew!
Any last requests?
Poit! Well, I'd really like
one of those kitty treats.
I haven't had a bite all day.
Very well.
My grumbly tummy thanks you.
So long, boys.
Wait!
Wouldn't this all be easier
if you just sent yourself back
through the gene splicer?
You'd be pretty again.
It's too late for that. I want revenge!
But first, I feel the urge
to run frantically around the house
for no particular reason.
Oh...if only we could get out!
I swear I'd change my ways!
Sorry, snowball.
It looks like this is the end of the line.
Yes. How sad we never got
what we wanted out of life.
Whoa, speak for yourself.
I've got this delicious, nutritious,
fish-flavored treat.
Meow.
Snowball: go away, worthless cat.
Wait!
Pinky, give me that kitty treat.
Well, you could've asked for your own.
Poit! You never let me keep anything.
Come on, mordough. [Smacking lips]
Want a yummy fish-Flavored treat?
Meow...
good boy. Jump! Jump!
Yes!
No!
Good kitty...
snowball, help!
You said you were going to change your ways.
And you believed me?
Ha ha!
Hasta la vista, losers!
[Growling]
Uh, now, now...
you're not still mad about those Christmas bonuses?
Why...there must be 1,001 uses
for bubble wrap.
[Screaming]
Whew...
uh-oh.
Aah!
Poor snowball.
I'm afraid his ways are changed for good.
Pinky: aww, look how cute he is, too.
Narf! Are we going to go after them
in that other helicopter
and stop that bad old puddy-tat, Brain?
Yes, Pinky,
but first, we have some research and development to do
in mordough's lab. Now come.
Our time is short.
And so are we! Ha ha! Ha ha!
Newscaster: yes, the day has finally arrived.
In just a few moments, everyone around the globe
will do the Schmeerskahoven,
including me.
Buh-uh-Dy.
Ahem.
And here comes the president.
Hey. Howdy, y'all.
Crowd: hi, buh-uh-Dy.
I've got a special surprise.
Swedish supergroup baab
is going to teach us a brand-new verse
of the Schmeerskahoven today!
Hooray.
Ha! I doned it!
I poureded the coffee-Ty!
I wonders what times they's a-starting
that there schmeersked-- schmorsked--
That there dance.
Oh! Dang-diddy!
Nows I has to changes my shirt-tiddy...
it's a good thing
mordough's lab was well equipped, Pinky.
Now, to put our plan into effect,
we need only find Swedish supergroup baab's dressing room.
Oh, this is so exciting.
Ooh, I hope I don't faint when we meet them. Narf!
Pinky, we're not here to meet the band.
We're not? Poit...
no.
We're going to shrink ourselves
down to microscopic size,
get inside the body of one of baab's members,
and control their vocal cords.
Then we can get them to sing
my new verse to the song.
Wouldn't it be less messy
just to ask for an autograph?
[Swedish accent] Here are the Swedish meatballs for baab.
Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?
I think so, Brain,
but instant karma always gets so lumpy.
No, Pinky.
We shall hide
in those Swedish meatballs
and then Swedish supergroup baab will ingest us.
Ooh, you certainly are an obsessed fan, Brain.
Pinky: mmm...meat!
Here are those Swedish meatballs you asked for...
bob.
Oh, thanks-sitty...
but alls of my friends is callsy me bobby bob.
What?
Bobby bob?
Oh, we have to get out of here.
No! Mayday!
Mayday!
It is? Narf!
Oh, I love tying ribbon round the maypole.
Brain: yaaah...
drat!
My plan is ruined, Pinky.
Perhaps. But at least we're being showered
by big chunks of savory meat.
Yum!
We have only one hope.
Somehow we must use bobby bob
to carry out our plan.
He can't even carry coffee-Ty.
Whoa! Whoa!
That's the stomach, Pinky.
If we drop in there,
we'll be eaten alive by gastric juices.
Along with lots of meat!
[Straining]
I believe we're safe for the time being, Pinky.
But we didn't get any meat. Poit.
Your head is meat.
Yes, there's the eardrum.
We may be able to pull this off yet.
[Blows into microphone]
Hello...bobby bob?
Uh, where did that come-Ditty from?
Brain: from inside you.
This is your conscience.
Pinky: and your conscience's friend.
Quiet, Pinky.
Hello, Mr. Conscience-diddy
and his friend quiet Pinky-diddy.
Is this about that time when I was just a wee boy
and the teacher done tolded me not to talk,
but I talkted anyway,
and then I keepted talkteding,
and never did stop that there talkteding?
I was just a-keepted a-Talkteded.
Yes, all right,
you were a very bad boy.
And now it's time to atone
for your transgression.
Huh-diddy?
I have an important job for you,
and it involves carrying hot beverages
and walking at the same time.
Ooh, that's hard!
Don't I know it.
"Drop down to your knees and try to look pretty,
"chase your tail in a circle
and meow like a kitty."
Ya. We sing these happy lyrics.
[All agreeing]
[Knock on door]
I done brungded the coffee-Ty.
Man: coffee? Woman: coffee?
Bobby Bob: whoa! [Crash]
[Splashing and screaming]
[All shouting at once]
Bobby Bob: oops-Itty.
President: and now, without further ado...
give it up for Swedish supergroup baab.
[Cheering and applause]
Um...
the Swedish supergroupitty baab
cans't performs...
so they's asted me to sing the, uh...
schmeerskitty--
uh, the, uh, schmooskuh...
that song!
That song!
[Crowd cheers]
Meow!
What's going on?
Where's Swedish supergroup baab?
[Schmeerskahoven begins]
♪ Put your fingerses in your earseys ♪
♪ then sticks 'em in your belly-ditty ♪
♪ don't be afraids if it jiggles like gelatin ♪
♪ yeah, Schmeerskahoven ♪
♪ wave your armses in the airs ♪
♪ like you've wons a big prize ♪
♪ bops yourself on the heads ♪
♪ and you crosses your eyeses ♪
♪ yeah, Schmeerskahoven ♪
Pinky, hand me those new lyrics.
If my calculations are correct,
these new steps will negate
the mind-shriveling effects
of the dance.
Now, here comes the important third verse,
bobby bob. Listen carefully
and repeat after me:
"give yourself a hug..."
♪ gives yourself a hug like the air is chilly ♪
♪ put your hands on your face ♪
♪ and slap yourselves silly ♪
♪ yeah, Schmeerskahoven ♪
that's not my third verse.
Stop him.
♪ Dos your own thing, get your body grooving ♪
♪ just say no to the Schmeerskahoven ♪
♪ no, Schmeerskahoven ♪
♪ non, Schmeerskahoven ♪
♪ nyet, Schmeerskahoven ♪
♪ no Schmeerskahoven ♪
you did it, bobby bob, you did it!
Time to celebrate!
[Giggling] [Crowd cheering]
I did it!
I'm just going to celebratee with some coffee-Ty.
This coffee-Ty is hot.
Ee-yaaah!
Oopsitty...
aah!
[Splash]
My plan is ruined.
Ruined!
[Yowls]
Hey, look,
I--I don't know what you've done, bobby bob,
but it seems to have cleared all our heads.
You've saved our country.
How can we ever repay you?
You can rebuild acme labs.
Youse can rebuilded acme labs-itty.
Uh...
wh-whatever you just said,
I'll make it happen, bobby bob.
Thanks a duddley- dippity-Poop-diddy doodley-Do!
[Laughs]
Thanks a doobilee- diddley-Doodley- poodley...
uh, something.
Safe at last.
Both: uhh!
Mmm. Meat!
Well, if you ains't the purtiest kittys i's ever seed.
You...you think I'm pretty?
Oh, why, yes-a-diddy.
This looks like the beginning
of a beautiful friendshipity.
[Purring]
"Thanks for everything." Signed, "precious."
[Sighs]
I'm glad precious is finally happy, Brain.
Yes, Pinky, but more importantly,
we got our lab back,
thanks to the new white house chief of staff-itty
bobby bob.
At least now, precious is consorting
with a less dangerous bunch of clowns.
She looks so happy. Poit!
I suppose the moral of this whole story is
if you give a mean, big-Headed kitty love,
they won't try to dumb down the world with an evil dance.
Perhaps. But this story is through,
and now we must prepare for tomorrow night.
Why, what we going to do tomorrow night, Brain?
[Gasps] The hustle?
No, Pinky.
The same thing we do every night.
Try to take over the world...
before another idiotic dance comes along.
[Schmeerskahoven begins]
Baab: ♪ one's real smart ♪
♪ and the other's head is granite ♪
♪ each night they try to take over the planet ♪
♪ yeah ♪
♪ they're Pinky ♪
♪ they're Pinky and the Brain ♪
♪ Brain, Brain, Brain ♪
♪ Brain ♪
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