Wow! I do say this was a 'Banger' as the kids call it !
@pawnshopsonderАй бұрын
I MISS YOUUUUU BUT I HAVENT MET YOU YETTTT !!!!!
@sacra_456Ай бұрын
splendid!
@alphavectoАй бұрын
Gluggas
@MatchGuyАй бұрын
Time comes to a standstill...
@pawnshopsonderАй бұрын
happiest 3rd year anniversary everyone! we’ll see you next year…. or not. gulp.
@aidannolastnameАй бұрын
I LOVE GARFIELD MUG
@monkeyAkaSanta2 ай бұрын
I cant believe [REDACTED] obamna died This is truly sad news to dark world
@sacra_4562 ай бұрын
aw man.
@KingGlibardBowl3 ай бұрын
I, King Glibard Bowl, think is the greatest series ever.
@pawnshopsonder3 ай бұрын
don’t mind me just setting a stamp 8:26
@lamedan54453 ай бұрын
twooietastical episode my friend!
@Masoned3 ай бұрын
wait this is goated
@cometogluggas3 ай бұрын
LADDER FORME B!!!!!
@aidannolastname4 ай бұрын
Jumpscares!!!! [terrifying] 2:51
@sacra_4565 ай бұрын
I LOVE MIND CELERY!!!
@pawnshopsonder5 ай бұрын
yum
@anotherhuman17985 ай бұрын
I LOVE THIS VIDEO SO MUCH!! THIS MADE ME LAUGH AND GIGGLE!! MAKE SURE TO SUBSCRIBE TO THIS CHANNEL GUYS!!😂😂😂
@kmoneymoolah5 ай бұрын
Play this at my funreal!
@pawnshopsonder5 ай бұрын
certified hood classic
@jamiez19286 ай бұрын
P r o m o S M 👌
@Masoned6 ай бұрын
RED !!!
@Masoned7 ай бұрын
Geez Luiz😂😂😂😂😂
@dyscontrol1437 ай бұрын
one of the videos of all time
@sacra_4567 ай бұрын
i'd rather have crystal pepsi world hunger can wait
@cometogluggas7 ай бұрын
Mitch: EEK! Michelle, we gotta hurry up! We only have an hour left for these M&Ms! Michelle: Whoops, we’d better hurry! Cue the trick-or-treating montage! Foot Man: Trick or treat! Smell my feet! Riddle me some holiday spirit, Mitchy! Mitch: Wait, Foot Man! Aren’t you dead? Foot Man: Oh yeah! You’re right! Mitch: Four hundred ninety-eight, four hundred ninety-nine, five hundred! Michelle, we McFreakin’ did it! Michelle: WOOHOO! Now we just gotta bring it all back to that Horse! Mitch: I gotta say, this task was a lot easier than I expected it to be! Thank goodness nothing went wrong! Goku: Hey man! You guys got candy? Mitch: Oh for fuck’s sake Michelle: HEY! What the HELL! Goku: Thanks broski! It’s all part of GOD’S PLAN, trust me! Bye bye! Michelle: God DAMN IT! There goes all of our fucking progress! Mitch: Eek! Michelle, look at the clock! Michelle: Oh god… five MINUTES? We’re fucked! Mitch: Where are we gonna get five hundred M&Ms in five minutes? ???: Did somebody say… five hundred M&Ms? Michelle: Who are you? ???: Who am I? I guess I’m just nobody. But something tells me that’s exactly who you’re looking for. Michelle: That’s a pretty good costume, man! I can’t even tell who you are underneath all that! ???: I know. Listen, mouse fellows. I understand your plight, and I am willing to assist you. I can bestow upon you the 500 M&Ms required to defeat the Trick-or-Treat Reverie, and I can do it as easy as 1-2-3. That was a reference to Jackson 5. Michelle: WHOAAAA BABY GIVE ME ONE MORE CHANCEEEEEE Mitch: That sounds pretty good to me, dog cheeks! ???: My name is NOT dog cheeks. Mitch: Sorry, elf cheeks. Can ya give us a helpin’ hand now? ???: Yes. I will now recite a spell as old as time itself. “RICKITY TICKITY, THE CHEESE AND THE MICE! HOT DIGGITY DOG, GIVE ME A SLICE! MEESKA MOOSKA, DOLDRUM FEMININE! GIVE THESE FELLERS 500 M&Ms!” Michelle: Holy SHIT! It worked! Mitch: Thanks, elf cheeks! ???: If you call me elf cheeks one more time, I WILL undo the spell. I’ll be on my way now. Farewell, weary travelers. Mitch: Eek! We gotta get back to the diner - fast! Hold on, I know a shortcut! HALLOWEEN HORSE: YOUR TIME OF RECKONING HAS ARRIVED, BIG GLUGGA. YOUR RECEPTIONIST TASTED WONDERFUL. NOW YOUR FLESH WILL BE TORN AT AND CONSUMED LIKE A HUNGRY DOG. Big Glugga: Erm, how about no? Mitch: Big Glugga, we’re back! We scrounged up all of the M&Ms! Big Glugga: Hey, you did it! Now feed this Horse the FUCKING CANDY BEFORE HE EATS ME! Michelle: I’m on it! HALLOWEEN HORSE: THIS SUSTENANCE IS INADEQUATE. HOW DISPARAGING FOR YOU. Mitch: What the FUCK? This is a Skittle! We got duped, Michelle! Michelle: God DAMN it! We’re fucked! ???: Heh heh heh heh heh… it’s ya boy! Mitch: BUMBA? YOU were donkey cheeks? Why? Bumba: Heh heh heh… oh, Mitchy. Sweet, innocent Mitchy. Each Halloween we are offered the joint decision of whether we will TRICK, or whether we will TREAT. Many of us choose treat; I, however, chose TRICK! And you were the TREAT FOR MY FEET! Heh heh heh, Bumba OUT! Big Glugga: Ulp! Mitch: Good golly Gubba, we’re done for! Michelle: And it’s all Goku’s fault, that bastard! HALLOWEEN HORSE: I BELIEVE YOU TWO WILL MAKE A SATISFACTORY DESSERT. Michelle: Well, THIS sucks! Mitch: Yeah… you said it, Michelle. HALLOWEEN HORSE: PREPARE TO BE CONSUMED. I AM QUITE THE HUNGRY HORSE. I BELIEVE I WILL EAT THE LOUD ONE FIRST… HALLOWEEN HORSE: WHAT IN YALDABOATH’S NAME IS THAT? Goku: Hey man! It’s Halloween and whatnot, and I KNOW your bitch-ass is hungry! HALLOWEEN HORSE: SO YOU WILL BE THE ONE TO PREPARE MY COMESTIBLES? EXCELLENT. HAND OVER MY NOURISHMENT. Goku: OK. HALLOWEEN HORSE: NO… this… these are not my precious m&Ms. You tyrant, you bastard, YOU WAGGISH TROUT! What have you fed me? Goku: YOWIE MAMA! I swapped out the M&Ms for something that all horses are vulnerable to: RAT POISON. Michelle: Yum! HALLOWEEN HORSE: NO… NO! YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THE LAST OF ME, GLUGGA CREW. NEXT HALLOWEEN, I WILL COME here and devour all of you. Nobody will survive… nobody will survive the 2006 Halloween HORSE massacre. Mitch: What a load of malarkey. We have the December 15th Glugga’s massacre scheduled for two months from now! Michelle: Yeah, exactly! Wait… what? HALLOWEEN HORSE: YOU WILL NOT SURVIVE. YOU WILL NOT SURVIVE. YOU WILL NOT SURVIVE. YOU WILL NOT SURVIVE. Mitch: Hot steaming mackerel! Fellas! You’re not dead! Jeremy: Maybe I’m not. But I sure feel dead. Meemaw: Now I know what it’s like to be a tapeworm. Big Glugga: I gotta say, this might just be the worst Halloween of my life. Goku: OOF! Ow. Michelle: Goku, you… you saved us! What the fuck! But why’d you take our M&Ms? Goku: That’s easy, Michelle. It was all part of God’s plan! You just have to have faith! Michelle: What? Goku: Now, who here knows the gospel? Meemaw: I do! I do! Big Glugga: Of course you do, Meemaw. It’s like Goku said - all part of God’s plan! Michelle: What the fuck is happening. Mitch: I know the gospel too! The Christian truth for the Christian youth! Let’s sing the gospel, everybody! Michelle: I feel like I’m having a fucking nightmare. Craven: I may be a clown, but I always make room for Jesus! Yippee-ki-yay, I love the Bible! Meemaw: I may be bald, but I still love the Bible all the same! Craven: Did you know that I’m actually Jesus? It’s true! Meow! Jeremy: I suppose I’ll lead us off with a Bible verse. Here we go, everybody! Jeremy, Mitch, Big Glugga, Meemaw, Goku, Craven: “Then Moses and the sons of Israel sang this song to the Lord, and said, “I will sing to the Lord, for He is highly exalted; the horse and its rider He has hurled into the sea.” Exodus 15:1. Hallelujah!
@HanktheTankEnjoyer9 ай бұрын
One of most epic battles in history
@Born2Stink9 ай бұрын
me trying to find my voice
@sacra_4569 ай бұрын
**Lulu McPipis also voiced by Grey forgot to put it in the credits LOL
@kmoneymoolah9 ай бұрын
Well I say, I say, this is the BEST DAMN GLUGGAS EPISODE TO DATE! *slaps knee*
@cometogluggas9 ай бұрын
SCRIPT 3 Big Glugga: Uh… right. Housing crisis. I plan on sending all homeless people to the ball pit in Glugga’s, where they’ll sink down and never come back! That’ll be a good home for them, ho ho ho. (HOLD IT!) Antonello: What a load of horse crumbs! Don’t mind my fixation on horses today. We should kill all the homeless people. Antonello: In addition… if I win this election, I’m going to squash Glugga’s Bar & Grill with my big meaty fists and send all of its employees to the Backrooms. Yes, that’s right. (TAKE THAT!) Mitch: EEK! We really gotta lock in now! This is tremendously perilous, not to mention precarious! Pardon my French, Meemaw. Meemaw: I hope the impact of Antonello’s greasy fist does it in for me. Big Glugga: Well… if I win… I’ll be sending Antonello right on over to the circus, where he belongs! (TAKE THAT! CLOWN POUND TOWN?) Antonello: Utter cockamamie. I’d like to see you try. John Wick: Jesus christ this has been a massive failure. If you asked me, this town is screwed deep in the dipper for the next four years. Mitch: What the hell does that mean John Wick: Unfortunately, two of our candidates fucking DIED on the stage while the debate was happening, so it ultimately comes down to Antonello and Big Glugga I guess. John Wick: Son, I say, son, are you even legally registered to run in an official election such as this? (OH SHIT!) Big Glugga: I can pay you off, Robert. Don’t you worry your precious little pinky about it. John Wick: I can get behind a little bribery. John Wick: Alright, now it’s time to tally up all this here ChomikCoin, and see who the winner is. John Wick: Tastes like four billion, eight hundred and fifteen million, one hundred and sixty-two thousand and three hundred forty-two votes to me! Meemaw: What the fuck? That can’t be right! Mitch: Smells like voter fraud to me! John Wick from the 2005 film Chicken Little sure is doing us dirty this time ‘round… Billiard: That’s voter fraud. That’s voter fraud. That’s voter fraud. I’M voter fraud. John Wick: Ahh… yup. Yup yup yup. Call in the dogs and put out the fire! That’s four billion, eight hundred and fifteen million, one hundred and sixty-two thousand and three hundred forty-two to me! John Wick: Looks like we’ve got a tie, folks. Meemaw: Oh, sweet god above… Mitch: Oh, John Wick from The Godfather 2, what can we do to break the tie?? Big Glugga’s gotta win! John Wick: Look, little mouse fella. I appreciate your enthusiasm, but there’s only one way to settle a political dispute like this… Mitch: Well, what is it? Spit it out, and don’t get all wicky about it either! John Wick: The only way… to solve a voting tie… John Wick: …is with a rap battle- El Guga: Get in, mi amigos! We’re gonna have a wet sloppy desert tussle. Big Glugga: Holy SHIT! El Guga! Mitch: El Guga! My favorite cousin! I thought you were dead! El Guga: I am dead, Mitchy. El Guga: Are you getting in the fucking plane or not. Big Glugga: I suppose it must be done. Antonello: Now, hold on for a moment. Who’s this rat, and where are we going? Big Glugga: We’re gonna go beat the shit out of each other in the middle of the desert. Are you coming, or do you accept defeat? Antonello: BAH! I suppose it must be done… Big Glugga: That’s what I’m sayin’! Off we go! Big Glugga: Take it away, El Guga! El Guga: Let’s scamper. Scuttle away, even. (THE MOST EPIC FIGHT SEQUENCE EVER) Antonello: Oh, bother… I’ve lost, haven’t I. What a shame… Grungles: Holy COW! A food critic! I thought Ratatouille made them up! I love that movie. Are you real? Bean Spiller: Holy shite. Lil Globla II: This is Lil Globla II, and this is just in… Billiard has won the election of 2005. Yippee! Jeremy: WHAT??? Big Glugga: WHAT THE FUCK Lil Globla II: Yeah. So it turns out that amateur presidential candidate Billiard stole all of the ChomikCoin when Antonello and Big Glugga went off to go fight in the desert. That means he got nine billion, six hundred thirty million, three hundred twenty-four thousand, six hundred and eighty-four votes in total. I gotta say, that’s an impressive win! We wish you the best, President Billiard! Don’t get too quirky, though. We WILL impeach your sorry ass. Meemaw: That bastard! You oughta fire him right away, Big Glugga! Big Glugga: Haha, easy now, Meemaw. He already turned in his Glugga badge this morning. He’s a big shot now. Mitch: Wait… a big shot? Jeremy: At least Antonello isn’t gonna send us to the backrooms! I’m much happier with Billiard’s haunting looming presence as president. Big Glugga: That’s a good way of looking at it, Jeremy. I guess Billiard saved our sorry little rumps after all. Meemaw: Yeah. You had no chance of winning, Big Glugga. Big Glugga: LOL. Yeah. Big Glugga: It sure would suck if a helicopter flew into the wall of the restaurant right about now. El Guga: Ho ho ho! Eso es todo, amigos!
@cometogluggas9 ай бұрын
SCRIPT 2 Goku: Hey ma’am. Can I get an order of fries? Extra crispy, no cap! Bring it on, Pokemon! Michelle: … On second thought, he should have eaten me when he had the chance. AAA- Antonello: Now… do we have any questions? Antonello: Ah- yes, snake boy. What is it? Lulu McPipis: Hey man. It’s me, Lulu McPipis. I’m the call manager at Glugga’s. I love to do kickflips on my skateboard! At work, out of work, and even at dinner with my wife! She wants a divorce. Meemaw: I would, too. Lulu McPipis: I gotta say, Michelle Matilda Mouseton brought up a good point before you threw her through a fucking wall and all that. If you did lose the election, then who do you think the winner would be? Antonello: Hahaha… why, that would be impossible. It would be- Big Glugga: It would be me. Lulu McPipis: Holy fucking shit! Just wait until my wife hears about this at couple’s therapy later! I miss my children. Meemaw: Big Glugga, are you fucking deranged? You can’t run for president! Don’t you remember the Glugga oath? “Don’t talk politics and don’t throw stones!” Mitch: Don’t worry, Meemaw. I’m his campaign manager! Everything’s gonna go real nice and smooth! Meemaw: When the fuck was THAT arrangement made Big Glugga: Alright, fellow citizens of Meat City! This is my plan for the high office. The First Lady will be Michelle Obama again and my vice president is Dave Strider. Dave Strider: i never agreed to that what the fuck Mitch: No! Big Glugga, start talkin’ about the waging crisis! Folks love it! Big Glugga: I mean, uh… I plan on raising taxes by 400% and sending all of that revenue straight to Glugga’s! Hey, come to Glugga’s! More profit for Glugga’s sure makes me smile! Vote for Big Glugga before I go out of style! (OBJECTION!) Antonello: I believe that to be a load of manure. Horse manure, specifically. I think nobody should pay taxes, you know. We already put the FUN in government funding, don’t we? Gahaha. (HOLD IT!) Big Glugga: Antonello… are you implying that you don’t want MONEY? For the GOVERNMENT? Something tells me you’re not gonna hold up that promise! Antonello: Well, I, uh… maybe I will be… pocketing a significant amount of government funds for myself… Mitch: That was a good call, Big Glugga! Keep goin’, they like what you’re telling them! Billiard: Talk about infrastructure now. They’re dying to hear the CHANGES that you have planned. Big Glugga: Mitchy, why are you so whispery…? Uh, alright, folks. I plan on replacing all infrastructure in Meat City with pool floaties and the like! I think it’s a great plan! (OBJECTION!) Antonello: What a load of horse radish! At best, Big Glugga’s plans are a middling-to-average 5 out of 10! I wouldn’t bother voting for him if I were you. When I’m president, I plan on taking all the infrastructure and using it to build a giant statue of myself. Doesn’t that sound lovely? (OBJECTION!) Big Glugga: You are a sick piece of shit Meemaw: Bah! This is a disaster. Bean Spiller was right when he said I should never trust a politician. Billiard: Discuss the housing crisis. (OBJECTION!) Mitch: Billiard, there ISN’T a housing crisis! This ain’t even your job in the first place, so get outta here! I’M his campaign manager, not you! Billiard: Shut the fuck up Mitch
@sacra_45611 ай бұрын
Bring Gunchy back!
@Clockwisedd11 ай бұрын
does the gligga have nasty paddy 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔😋🥰
@murvstruble749511 ай бұрын
A lobotomy (from Greek λοβός (lobos) 'lobe', and τομή (tomē) 'cut, slice') or leucotomy is a form of neurosurgical treatment for psychiatric disorder or neurological disorder (e.g. epilepsy, depression) that involves severing connections in the brain's prefrontal cortex.[2] The surgery causes most of the connections to and from the prefrontal cortex, the anterior part of the frontal lobes of the brain, to be severed. In the past, this treatment was used for treating psychiatric disorders as a mainstream procedure in some countries. The procedure was controversial from its initial use, in part due to a lack of recognition of the severity and chronicity of severe and enduring psychiatric illnesses, so it was said to be an inappropriate treatment.[3] The originator of the procedure, Portuguese neurologist António Egas Moniz, shared the Nobel Prize for Physiology or Medicine of 1949 for the "discovery of the therapeutic value of leucotomy in certain psychoses",[n 1] although the awarding of the prize has been subject to controversy.[5] The use of the procedure increased dramatically from the early 1940s and into the 1950s; by 1951, almost 20,000 lobotomies had been performed in the United States and proportionally more in the United Kingdom.[6] More lobotomies were performed on women than on men: a 1951 study found that nearly 60% of American lobotomy patients were women, and limited data shows that 74% of lobotomies in Ontario from 1948 to 1952 were performed on female patients.[7][8][9] From the 1950s onward, lobotomy began to be abandoned,[10] first in the Soviet Union[11] and Europe.[12] Effects[edit] I fully realize that this operation will have little effect on her mental condition but am willing to have it done in the hope that she will be more comfortable and easier to care for. -Comments added to the consent form for a lobotomy operation on "Helaine Strauss", the pseudonym used for "a patient at an elite private hospital"[13] Historically, patients of lobotomy were, immediately following surgery, often stuporous and incontinent. Some developed an enormous appetite and gained considerable weight. Seizures were another common complication of surgery. Emphasis was put on the training of patients in the weeks and months following surgery.[14] The purpose of the operation was to reduce the symptoms of mental disorders, and it was recognized that this was accomplished at the expense of a person's personality and intellect. British psychiatrist Maurice Partridge, who conducted a follow-up study of 300 patients, said that the treatment achieved its effects by "reducing the complexity of psychic life". Following the operation, spontaneity, responsiveness, self-awareness, and self-control were reduced. The activity was replaced by inertia, and people were mostly left emotionally blunted and restricted in their intellectual range.[15] The consequences of the operation have been described as "mixed".[16] Some patients died as a result of the operation and others later committed suicide. Some were left severely brain damaged. Others were able to leave the hospital, or became more manageable within the hospital.[16] A few people managed to return to responsible work, while at the other extreme, people were left with severe and disabling impairments.[17] Most people fell into an intermediate group, left with some improvement of their symptoms but also with emotional and intellectual deficits to which they made a better or worse adjustment.[17] On average, there was a mortality rate of approximately 5% during the 1940s. But as such deaths grew, new innovations for more feasible and trustable surgery; this growth of studying on lobotomy changed the way we think about brain disorders.[17] The lobotomy procedure could have severe negative effects on a patient's personality and ability to function independently.[18] Lobotomy patients often show a marked reduction in initiative and inhibition.[19] They may also exhibit difficulty imagining themselves in the position of others because of decreased cognition and detachment from society.[20] Walter Freeman coined the term "surgically induced childhood" and used it constantly to refer to the results of lobotomy. The operation left people with an "infantile personality"; a period of maturation would then, according to Freeman, lead to recovery. In an unpublished memoir, he described how the "personality of the patient was changed in some way in the hope of rendering him more amenable to the social pressures under which he is supposed to exist." He described one 29-year-old woman as being, following lobotomy, a "smiling, lazy and satisfactory patient with the personality of an oyster" who could not remember Freeman's name and endlessly poured coffee from an empty pot. When her parents had difficulty dealing with her behaviour, Freeman advised a system of rewards (ice cream) and punishment (smacks).[21]
@cometogluggas11 ай бұрын
SCRIPT PART 2 Antonello: Those backstabbing morons… they’ll get what’s coming to them, that’s for sure. It’s a fine thing that I have at least one trick up my sleeve… Antonello: The KILLDOZER! Now we’re getting someplace! Sorry, Obama. This thing isn’t armed with tissues! Foot Man: Antonello! Riddle me what the FUCK you’re doing right now, or I’ll call the cops! Antonello: I’m doing something I should have done a long, long time ago. Destroying Glugga’s! Now, get out of my way before I run you over. Foot Man: Over my dead body, Antonello! This is poppycock! Antonello: Yes, over your dead body. That’s the plan. Foot Man: NO! NO! NO! YOW! YOW! YOW! Antonello: Bye Mitch: What the FUCK? Chomik, are you seeing what I’m seeing? Is that the KILLDOZER? Mitch: You’re right, Chomik! We gotta go warn the people inside to evacuate! Mitch: Everybody listen! There’s a psychopathic music reviewin’ KZreadr heading for Glugga’s in an artificially modified bulldozer! Quick, get out of the restaurant if you want to keep your head! Meemaw: What’s all this about, mouse boy? Are you trying to get a job here or something? Mitch: No, but workin’ here sure would be a lot of fun! Sign me up! Mitch: Oh. Right. Ma’am, you gotta get out of here! This restaurant is gonna be torn to the ground in a matter of minutes! Meemaw: Oh. That means I’m gonna be homeless, then. I don’t know if I’m happy about that or not. Well, I’m sure Bumba will take care of it. Mitch: Who’s… Bumba? Bumba: Ho ho ho… that would be me. Looks like I’ve got a diner to save. Everybody get the fuck out of here! Bumba: Why are YOU still here, hamster boy? I bet your bones would make a mighty fine stew if I ever got the chance to lick them dry. Bumba: Holy shit Antonello: Attention, all employees of Glugga’s! In a matter of moments, your restaurant will be crushed if you don’t comply with me and put the McRib BACK ON THE MENU. Bumba: Oh, Antonello. You saucy boy, you. I’m sure you’d love to bring this whole diner down to the ground. But there’s two little things you haven’t accounted for… Antonello: And what would that be, Bumba? Bumba: Number one would be all the mice in the walls. Antonello: Oh, for heaven’s sake, get them off of me! Bumba: Number two, my boy… number two is Chomik. Antonello: Oh my word. Antonello: NO! NO! NO! YOW! YOW! YOW! Bumba: Heh heh heh… attaboy, Chomik. Antonello: One day, Bumba… one day I WILL have my revenge on this restaurant… one way or another… Bumba: Sounds like horse shit to me. Time for the final blow. Lulu McPipis: Hell yeah! I love sick skateboarding tricks! My wife doesn’t love me anymore. Antonello: LOOKS LIKE ANTONELLO FANTANY IS BLASTING OFF AGAIN! Bumba: Boy, you’re hired. I think you and I can go a long way in this company! Lulu McPipis: Awesome! Let me go tell my wife that I finally got a job. Maybe she’ll let me see my kids again! Mitch: Bumba, Chomik, we did it! We blasted that saucy boy right off into the sky! Bumba: He’ll be back in due time, Mitchy boy. That’s just how the cookie crumbles… Mitch: Chomik’s right, Bumba. Do you think we can get a job here? Bumba: Only if you sell your soul to me, heh heh heh heh heh… welcome aboard! Mitch: FUCK YEAH! Hey, come to Glugga’s! Mitch: Chomik, what’s got you so giggly?
@sacra_456 Жыл бұрын
Great captions!
@sacra_456 Жыл бұрын
script part 2: Jeremy: So… this is what the circus is, huh? It looks like ass! Mitch: I feel like beatboxing right now, haha! I love the circus! So silly and warm… like little Gubba’s belly! Big Glugga: Good job, Mitchy. That went hard as hell! But it’s now or never, boys. We’re gonna blow up the circus so those clowns never come back to Glugga’s! Mitch: Oh jeez, Big Glugga… property damage seems like a bit much! Howzabout we just leave banana peels all over the floor? Seems like they’d get a real toot and snore out of that! I know I would! (Mitch giggle) Jeremy: I have never wanted to blow up a building more in my life. Big Glugga: Then let’s get to work, kiddos! Ho ho ho… Mitch: Hey, Big Glugga… what do you think Bumba’s up to in prison? Big Glugga: Hmm… it sure beats me, Mitchy. I’m just glad the little menace is in jail where he belongs. Come on, fellas. Let’s go pound a clown town! Robert Hand: Boy, I say boy, you are NOT a-leavin’ this cell until you’ve served all 50 decades in the pig pen! Bumba: Heh heh heh… oh, Robert Hand… so stern and stubborn, like a scab on a sheep’s belly. Someday that attitude will cost ya big time… and that day is NOW! Robert Hand: YOW! Bumba: How’s THAT for blind Bumba justice? Ho ho ho… I’ve got a diner to save, boy, and you’re not gonna get in my way! Toodles, bucko! Heh heh heh… Meemaw: For the LAST TIME, you polka-dotted fuck, my MOTHER is not on the menu! If you knew me at all, you’d know that I ate my own mother minutes after birth! So, if you’d please… order something nice, will ya? Craven: Fine, I’ll take Bumba’s Special Order! Meemaw: Uh… missy… I think you’re REALLY fucking annoying, but… that’ll cost you your life if you order it. Are you sure you want it? Wouldn’t you rather have it ordered for one of your clown pals? Craven: What… did… you… call ME!?!? Meemaw: I called you ANNOYING, you pink-haired PUNK! Go big or GO HOME! Meemaw: Oh, for fuck’s sake. Get out of the goddamn restaurant! Meemaw: Oh. I’m bald. Somehow this isn’t the worst thing to happen to me this week. Michelle: About god-damn time that blubbering bozo went bald! Craven: I’m gonna gobble all of her hair! Yum yum! Tee-hee! Michelle: Can I have a little bite? Craven: no. Michelle: This is some clowny ass shit, my dude. Craven: Insert clown music! (Clown music.) Big Glugga: Alright, kids. Fortunately, these McRibs are coated in extra combustible Glugga Grease, so they’ll blow up as soon as someone sneezes on ‘em. Jeremy: If it weren’t for the circumstances surrounding this affair, I’d eat ALL of the McRibs quicker than you can say gobbledygook! Mitch: Boy howdy! That tangy Kansas City barbeque sauce… nothing beats the original recipe! Jeremy, screaming: LET’S BLOW THIS CLOWN POUND TOWN TO THE GROUND! Big Glugga: Not until we bust our rumps on outta here, Jeremy! Let’s make like El Guga and leave! Bumba: Heh heh heh… it’s time to make like El Guga and KILL this circus. Bumba: What in the Bay of Pigs…? Is that wet sock in a big bubble? Sludgy Sock: Bumba, mi amor! Let me down, señor papa, ay caramba. I’ve been holding in a sneeze for fifteen long minutes. Bumba: Oh shit Sludgy Sock: Ouchie mama. ACHOO! Jeremy: Well, THAT got slippery. Big Glugga: This may just be the most inconvenient day of my life. Mitch: Yummy yummy in my tummy! A McRib all to myself? This is the best day of my- Scary Glugga: KEEP YOUR RODENT MOUTH SHUT. Big Glugga: What in the world…? Jeremy: Uh oh. Looks like there was a fourth clown after all. Mitch: EEK! FOUR clowns? I don’t know if my insurance covers that! Big Glugga: Then so be it. Time for something I haven’t done in a long time. Big Glugga: I call on Mother Glugger. Karkalicious: Here’s the scoop, Mama rat. We’re gonna blow up this dingy diner, and you’ve got no say on the matter! Say your prayers, dingrats. This place is gonna go boom! Michelle: You whacked-out crazy son of a clown! Craven is my new bestie, and she would TOTALLY disapprove of you trying to kill me! Bean Spiller: Michelle, I don’t mean to interrupt any vulnerable moments you’re having, but… we’re SCREWED! I think we only have one option left… Michelle: What? There’s nothing we can do, Bean Spiller! We’re fucked! Grungles: FRIES. FRIES. I LOVE FRIES. THEY MAKE ME GIGGLE WITH GLEE! Bean Spiller: Michelle, if we don’t act now, these clowns are gonna be wiping their asses with our ashes! Quick, summon the Snail Overseer! Michelle: (Gasp) Do you mean… HIM? HE who shall not be named? Karkalicious: You stupid bastards. If you summon that smail guy, reality itself will break! Them’s the breaks, rat-ass. Grungles: Ahyuckie wuckie, I love these gosh darn french fries so much. Michelle: (Sigh.) I’m left with no choice. I utter but one single word to summon him. Michelle: SNAILUNGUS! Snail Overseer: My return was greatly foreshadowed across space-time. Bean Spiller: Give us a hand, Snail Boy! I’m shitting my britches BROWN! Snail Overseer: Consider it done. MI PIACCIONO GLI UOMINI. AMO GLI UOMINI. UCCIDI I PAGLIACCI!!! Snail Overseer: Take me to snurch sometime. Goodbye. Craven: Where are my clown pals? They’re snails now? Michelle: Yup. I guess them’s the breaks, Craven. Big Glugga: Thank god for snails! We’d be in for a real rouser if not for the Snail Overseer. However, this does mean that we broke the rules of space-time, and reality should stop existing any second now. Jeremy: Hey, where’d Bean Spiller go- Bean Spiller: Hey… uh… clown gal. Look. Do you have a spot open on your clown team? I think I wanna join the circus. Craven: Join your mom! Bean Spiller: Sounds like a deal to me! It’s like my dad always said… When you can’t do your best, all you can do is jest. Bean Spiller: I suppose that’s how the cookie crumbles. Hey, wait a second. Isn’t reality supposed to be breaking right now-
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SCRIPT PART 2 Slippery Sock: Whoa, slow your roll, baby mama! Ay ay! What’s the fuzz, chicken butt? Mitch: Heya Redkno- I MEAN Slippery Sock, have you seen a little fella with a bowl cut runnin’ around killing folks? Slippery Sock: You bet your raunchy rodney rump I did. I thought he was rather attractive, (SLIMY SOUND)! Jesus fuck, my sinuses! He invited me to listen to Avalon by Roxy Music with him in his office. Should I go? Meemaw: Oh, HELL no! Bumba is known for his destructive and murderous listening parties. Do you want to die? Slippery Sock: No, ma’am! I love my mummy and my poppy too much to die. Jeremy: I thought you died, like, a bajookie million episodes ago. Why are you here, shitface? Slippery: Oh sweet papa… Bumba brought me back so I could do manual labor in the Bumba factory for him. This is my weekly meal, in fact. He would have no reason to kill me, I’m too valuable! Meemaw: Keep telling yourself that, milk sack. Slippery Sock: I also have a date with Brian Eno in four minutes. Speaking of, look at the time! GOTTA SLIME! Jeremy: Smooth like honey, ay ay! Bumba: Smooth like honey, mama bunny! Jeremy: Um… what did you call me? Bumba: Ho ho ho… oh, Jeremy. That is irrelevant to the matter at hand. I am not the one doing the killing, my naive little child. If you think I am, you must be denser than Tricky Dick. Meemaw: Nixon! Mitch: BEATBOX Bumba: Oh ho ho, my young little tree hugga. The saccharine slasher is none other than Big Glugga! Jeremy: WHAT!? He would never! Meemaw: Jeremy, refer to my earlier argument. If more employees die, he has less money to dish out. This makes total sense! Jeremy: That’s facts, Meemaw! Bumba wouldn’t lie to us - honest! Even if we did watch him kidnap Bean Spiller. He’s too kind to tell a lie! Bumba: Lying to these dense dimes was easier than feeding a bunny a banana, ho ho ho. I’ll be on my way to commit more crimes, for sure! For sure… Mitch: Hey, did somebody shut out the lights? EEK! I HATE THE DARK! Meemaw: I can’t see a thing! This is probably how Bean Spiller felt when he got coated in extra combustible grease! Jeremy: Extra combustible? Do I need to bring up bear ass again? Jeremy: Hey, is that Big Glugga over there? Jeremy: Hey, Big Glugga. Are you seriously fucking watching Homestar Runner right now? Meemaw: Simply maddening. Jeremy: I always thought you were- HOT FUCKIN’ MOSES IN THE RED SEA! Mitch: Oh. Oh my god! Big Glugga, did you kill those folks? You’re covered in blood! Big Glugga: Ho ho ho… don’t you believe it. Jeremy: Well, THAT doesn’t answer anything. Did you do it, Bug Glug? Don’t lie! Big Glugga: No. Not me, Jeremy. Gubba was a good boy. Mitch: But… if it wasn’t you… then… Bumba, that dirty lyin’ fiend! Jeremy: What a blow! Meemaw: Sha na na na na na na na! Mitch: Guys, there’s no time for goin’ bald! We gotta find Bumba before it’s too late! Bumba: Heh heh heh heh heh… hello, boys. I’m delighted that you’ve come here to entertain me once more! Mitch: Bumba! You fucker! You tried to frame Big Glugga for all of these murders? Jeremy: That’s kind of messed up. Maybe we should have a rap battle or something. Meemaw: I love rap! I was a rap artist back in the day. MC Delta T was my name and spitting bars was my game! Big Glugga: Uh, NO. We are NOT doing a rap battle, Meemaw. Mitch: Yeah… how about we just have a normal court trial to decide who’s guilty and who’s not? Bumba: Not happening, pal. Heh heh heh heh… we’re gonna have a rap battle, Big Glugga. Just the two of us. Bumba: Bean Spiller, lay down some funky retro beats! Bean Spiller: I don’t wanna do this, man… rap killed my grandma! Bumba: Do it NOW! (Rap captions provided) Michelle: That REALLY sucked ass. Bumba obviously won, you dumb fucks! Bumba: Michelle, do me a favor and get off the god damn stage! Michelle: Fuck no! Big Glugga, your rhymes are weak and you suck at rapping! Big Glugga: Shut up, dumb broad. Big Glugga: Ahh. Don’t forget to vote!
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Thanks for the motivation
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Liar.
Yeah, sure. Receipts or you're lying.
you never answered my question glugga
Jurassic park
Wow! I do say this was a 'Banger' as the kids call it !
I MISS YOUUUUU BUT I HAVENT MET YOU YETTTT !!!!!
splendid!
Gluggas
Time comes to a standstill...
happiest 3rd year anniversary everyone! we’ll see you next year…. or not. gulp.
I LOVE GARFIELD MUG
I cant believe [REDACTED] obamna died This is truly sad news to dark world
aw man.
I, King Glibard Bowl, think is the greatest series ever.
don’t mind me just setting a stamp 8:26
twooietastical episode my friend!
wait this is goated
LADDER FORME B!!!!!
Jumpscares!!!! [terrifying] 2:51
I LOVE MIND CELERY!!!
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I LOVE THIS VIDEO SO MUCH!! THIS MADE ME LAUGH AND GIGGLE!! MAKE SURE TO SUBSCRIBE TO THIS CHANNEL GUYS!!😂😂😂
Play this at my funreal!
certified hood classic
P r o m o S M 👌
RED !!!
Geez Luiz😂😂😂😂😂
one of the videos of all time
i'd rather have crystal pepsi world hunger can wait
Mitch: EEK! Michelle, we gotta hurry up! We only have an hour left for these M&Ms! Michelle: Whoops, we’d better hurry! Cue the trick-or-treating montage! Foot Man: Trick or treat! Smell my feet! Riddle me some holiday spirit, Mitchy! Mitch: Wait, Foot Man! Aren’t you dead? Foot Man: Oh yeah! You’re right! Mitch: Four hundred ninety-eight, four hundred ninety-nine, five hundred! Michelle, we McFreakin’ did it! Michelle: WOOHOO! Now we just gotta bring it all back to that Horse! Mitch: I gotta say, this task was a lot easier than I expected it to be! Thank goodness nothing went wrong! Goku: Hey man! You guys got candy? Mitch: Oh for fuck’s sake Michelle: HEY! What the HELL! Goku: Thanks broski! It’s all part of GOD’S PLAN, trust me! Bye bye! Michelle: God DAMN IT! There goes all of our fucking progress! Mitch: Eek! Michelle, look at the clock! Michelle: Oh god… five MINUTES? We’re fucked! Mitch: Where are we gonna get five hundred M&Ms in five minutes? ???: Did somebody say… five hundred M&Ms? Michelle: Who are you? ???: Who am I? I guess I’m just nobody. But something tells me that’s exactly who you’re looking for. Michelle: That’s a pretty good costume, man! I can’t even tell who you are underneath all that! ???: I know. Listen, mouse fellows. I understand your plight, and I am willing to assist you. I can bestow upon you the 500 M&Ms required to defeat the Trick-or-Treat Reverie, and I can do it as easy as 1-2-3. That was a reference to Jackson 5. Michelle: WHOAAAA BABY GIVE ME ONE MORE CHANCEEEEEE Mitch: That sounds pretty good to me, dog cheeks! ???: My name is NOT dog cheeks. Mitch: Sorry, elf cheeks. Can ya give us a helpin’ hand now? ???: Yes. I will now recite a spell as old as time itself. “RICKITY TICKITY, THE CHEESE AND THE MICE! HOT DIGGITY DOG, GIVE ME A SLICE! MEESKA MOOSKA, DOLDRUM FEMININE! GIVE THESE FELLERS 500 M&Ms!” Michelle: Holy SHIT! It worked! Mitch: Thanks, elf cheeks! ???: If you call me elf cheeks one more time, I WILL undo the spell. I’ll be on my way now. Farewell, weary travelers. Mitch: Eek! We gotta get back to the diner - fast! Hold on, I know a shortcut! HALLOWEEN HORSE: YOUR TIME OF RECKONING HAS ARRIVED, BIG GLUGGA. YOUR RECEPTIONIST TASTED WONDERFUL. NOW YOUR FLESH WILL BE TORN AT AND CONSUMED LIKE A HUNGRY DOG. Big Glugga: Erm, how about no? Mitch: Big Glugga, we’re back! We scrounged up all of the M&Ms! Big Glugga: Hey, you did it! Now feed this Horse the FUCKING CANDY BEFORE HE EATS ME! Michelle: I’m on it! HALLOWEEN HORSE: THIS SUSTENANCE IS INADEQUATE. HOW DISPARAGING FOR YOU. Mitch: What the FUCK? This is a Skittle! We got duped, Michelle! Michelle: God DAMN it! We’re fucked! ???: Heh heh heh heh heh… it’s ya boy! Mitch: BUMBA? YOU were donkey cheeks? Why? Bumba: Heh heh heh… oh, Mitchy. Sweet, innocent Mitchy. Each Halloween we are offered the joint decision of whether we will TRICK, or whether we will TREAT. Many of us choose treat; I, however, chose TRICK! And you were the TREAT FOR MY FEET! Heh heh heh, Bumba OUT! Big Glugga: Ulp! Mitch: Good golly Gubba, we’re done for! Michelle: And it’s all Goku’s fault, that bastard! HALLOWEEN HORSE: I BELIEVE YOU TWO WILL MAKE A SATISFACTORY DESSERT. Michelle: Well, THIS sucks! Mitch: Yeah… you said it, Michelle. HALLOWEEN HORSE: PREPARE TO BE CONSUMED. I AM QUITE THE HUNGRY HORSE. I BELIEVE I WILL EAT THE LOUD ONE FIRST… HALLOWEEN HORSE: WHAT IN YALDABOATH’S NAME IS THAT? Goku: Hey man! It’s Halloween and whatnot, and I KNOW your bitch-ass is hungry! HALLOWEEN HORSE: SO YOU WILL BE THE ONE TO PREPARE MY COMESTIBLES? EXCELLENT. HAND OVER MY NOURISHMENT. Goku: OK. HALLOWEEN HORSE: NO… this… these are not my precious m&Ms. You tyrant, you bastard, YOU WAGGISH TROUT! What have you fed me? Goku: YOWIE MAMA! I swapped out the M&Ms for something that all horses are vulnerable to: RAT POISON. Michelle: Yum! HALLOWEEN HORSE: NO… NO! YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THE LAST OF ME, GLUGGA CREW. NEXT HALLOWEEN, I WILL COME here and devour all of you. Nobody will survive… nobody will survive the 2006 Halloween HORSE massacre. Mitch: What a load of malarkey. We have the December 15th Glugga’s massacre scheduled for two months from now! Michelle: Yeah, exactly! Wait… what? HALLOWEEN HORSE: YOU WILL NOT SURVIVE. YOU WILL NOT SURVIVE. YOU WILL NOT SURVIVE. YOU WILL NOT SURVIVE. Mitch: Hot steaming mackerel! Fellas! You’re not dead! Jeremy: Maybe I’m not. But I sure feel dead. Meemaw: Now I know what it’s like to be a tapeworm. Big Glugga: I gotta say, this might just be the worst Halloween of my life. Goku: OOF! Ow. Michelle: Goku, you… you saved us! What the fuck! But why’d you take our M&Ms? Goku: That’s easy, Michelle. It was all part of God’s plan! You just have to have faith! Michelle: What? Goku: Now, who here knows the gospel? Meemaw: I do! I do! Big Glugga: Of course you do, Meemaw. It’s like Goku said - all part of God’s plan! Michelle: What the fuck is happening. Mitch: I know the gospel too! The Christian truth for the Christian youth! Let’s sing the gospel, everybody! Michelle: I feel like I’m having a fucking nightmare. Craven: I may be a clown, but I always make room for Jesus! Yippee-ki-yay, I love the Bible! Meemaw: I may be bald, but I still love the Bible all the same! Craven: Did you know that I’m actually Jesus? It’s true! Meow! Jeremy: I suppose I’ll lead us off with a Bible verse. Here we go, everybody! Jeremy, Mitch, Big Glugga, Meemaw, Goku, Craven: “Then Moses and the sons of Israel sang this song to the Lord, and said, “I will sing to the Lord, for He is highly exalted; the horse and its rider He has hurled into the sea.” Exodus 15:1. Hallelujah!
One of most epic battles in history
me trying to find my voice
**Lulu McPipis also voiced by Grey forgot to put it in the credits LOL
Well I say, I say, this is the BEST DAMN GLUGGAS EPISODE TO DATE! *slaps knee*
SCRIPT 3 Big Glugga: Uh… right. Housing crisis. I plan on sending all homeless people to the ball pit in Glugga’s, where they’ll sink down and never come back! That’ll be a good home for them, ho ho ho. (HOLD IT!) Antonello: What a load of horse crumbs! Don’t mind my fixation on horses today. We should kill all the homeless people. Antonello: In addition… if I win this election, I’m going to squash Glugga’s Bar & Grill with my big meaty fists and send all of its employees to the Backrooms. Yes, that’s right. (TAKE THAT!) Mitch: EEK! We really gotta lock in now! This is tremendously perilous, not to mention precarious! Pardon my French, Meemaw. Meemaw: I hope the impact of Antonello’s greasy fist does it in for me. Big Glugga: Well… if I win… I’ll be sending Antonello right on over to the circus, where he belongs! (TAKE THAT! CLOWN POUND TOWN?) Antonello: Utter cockamamie. I’d like to see you try. John Wick: Jesus christ this has been a massive failure. If you asked me, this town is screwed deep in the dipper for the next four years. Mitch: What the hell does that mean John Wick: Unfortunately, two of our candidates fucking DIED on the stage while the debate was happening, so it ultimately comes down to Antonello and Big Glugga I guess. John Wick: Son, I say, son, are you even legally registered to run in an official election such as this? (OH SHIT!) Big Glugga: I can pay you off, Robert. Don’t you worry your precious little pinky about it. John Wick: I can get behind a little bribery. John Wick: Alright, now it’s time to tally up all this here ChomikCoin, and see who the winner is. John Wick: Tastes like four billion, eight hundred and fifteen million, one hundred and sixty-two thousand and three hundred forty-two votes to me! Meemaw: What the fuck? That can’t be right! Mitch: Smells like voter fraud to me! John Wick from the 2005 film Chicken Little sure is doing us dirty this time ‘round… Billiard: That’s voter fraud. That’s voter fraud. That’s voter fraud. I’M voter fraud. John Wick: Ahh… yup. Yup yup yup. Call in the dogs and put out the fire! That’s four billion, eight hundred and fifteen million, one hundred and sixty-two thousand and three hundred forty-two to me! John Wick: Looks like we’ve got a tie, folks. Meemaw: Oh, sweet god above… Mitch: Oh, John Wick from The Godfather 2, what can we do to break the tie?? Big Glugga’s gotta win! John Wick: Look, little mouse fella. I appreciate your enthusiasm, but there’s only one way to settle a political dispute like this… Mitch: Well, what is it? Spit it out, and don’t get all wicky about it either! John Wick: The only way… to solve a voting tie… John Wick: …is with a rap battle- El Guga: Get in, mi amigos! We’re gonna have a wet sloppy desert tussle. Big Glugga: Holy SHIT! El Guga! Mitch: El Guga! My favorite cousin! I thought you were dead! El Guga: I am dead, Mitchy. El Guga: Are you getting in the fucking plane or not. Big Glugga: I suppose it must be done. Antonello: Now, hold on for a moment. Who’s this rat, and where are we going? Big Glugga: We’re gonna go beat the shit out of each other in the middle of the desert. Are you coming, or do you accept defeat? Antonello: BAH! I suppose it must be done… Big Glugga: That’s what I’m sayin’! Off we go! Big Glugga: Take it away, El Guga! El Guga: Let’s scamper. Scuttle away, even. (THE MOST EPIC FIGHT SEQUENCE EVER) Antonello: Oh, bother… I’ve lost, haven’t I. What a shame… Grungles: Holy COW! A food critic! I thought Ratatouille made them up! I love that movie. Are you real? Bean Spiller: Holy shite. Lil Globla II: This is Lil Globla II, and this is just in… Billiard has won the election of 2005. Yippee! Jeremy: WHAT??? Big Glugga: WHAT THE FUCK Lil Globla II: Yeah. So it turns out that amateur presidential candidate Billiard stole all of the ChomikCoin when Antonello and Big Glugga went off to go fight in the desert. That means he got nine billion, six hundred thirty million, three hundred twenty-four thousand, six hundred and eighty-four votes in total. I gotta say, that’s an impressive win! We wish you the best, President Billiard! Don’t get too quirky, though. We WILL impeach your sorry ass. Meemaw: That bastard! You oughta fire him right away, Big Glugga! Big Glugga: Haha, easy now, Meemaw. He already turned in his Glugga badge this morning. He’s a big shot now. Mitch: Wait… a big shot? Jeremy: At least Antonello isn’t gonna send us to the backrooms! I’m much happier with Billiard’s haunting looming presence as president. Big Glugga: That’s a good way of looking at it, Jeremy. I guess Billiard saved our sorry little rumps after all. Meemaw: Yeah. You had no chance of winning, Big Glugga. Big Glugga: LOL. Yeah. Big Glugga: It sure would suck if a helicopter flew into the wall of the restaurant right about now. El Guga: Ho ho ho! Eso es todo, amigos!
SCRIPT 2 Goku: Hey ma’am. Can I get an order of fries? Extra crispy, no cap! Bring it on, Pokemon! Michelle: … On second thought, he should have eaten me when he had the chance. AAA- Antonello: Now… do we have any questions? Antonello: Ah- yes, snake boy. What is it? Lulu McPipis: Hey man. It’s me, Lulu McPipis. I’m the call manager at Glugga’s. I love to do kickflips on my skateboard! At work, out of work, and even at dinner with my wife! She wants a divorce. Meemaw: I would, too. Lulu McPipis: I gotta say, Michelle Matilda Mouseton brought up a good point before you threw her through a fucking wall and all that. If you did lose the election, then who do you think the winner would be? Antonello: Hahaha… why, that would be impossible. It would be- Big Glugga: It would be me. Lulu McPipis: Holy fucking shit! Just wait until my wife hears about this at couple’s therapy later! I miss my children. Meemaw: Big Glugga, are you fucking deranged? You can’t run for president! Don’t you remember the Glugga oath? “Don’t talk politics and don’t throw stones!” Mitch: Don’t worry, Meemaw. I’m his campaign manager! Everything’s gonna go real nice and smooth! Meemaw: When the fuck was THAT arrangement made Big Glugga: Alright, fellow citizens of Meat City! This is my plan for the high office. The First Lady will be Michelle Obama again and my vice president is Dave Strider. Dave Strider: i never agreed to that what the fuck Mitch: No! Big Glugga, start talkin’ about the waging crisis! Folks love it! Big Glugga: I mean, uh… I plan on raising taxes by 400% and sending all of that revenue straight to Glugga’s! Hey, come to Glugga’s! More profit for Glugga’s sure makes me smile! Vote for Big Glugga before I go out of style! (OBJECTION!) Antonello: I believe that to be a load of manure. Horse manure, specifically. I think nobody should pay taxes, you know. We already put the FUN in government funding, don’t we? Gahaha. (HOLD IT!) Big Glugga: Antonello… are you implying that you don’t want MONEY? For the GOVERNMENT? Something tells me you’re not gonna hold up that promise! Antonello: Well, I, uh… maybe I will be… pocketing a significant amount of government funds for myself… Mitch: That was a good call, Big Glugga! Keep goin’, they like what you’re telling them! Billiard: Talk about infrastructure now. They’re dying to hear the CHANGES that you have planned. Big Glugga: Mitchy, why are you so whispery…? Uh, alright, folks. I plan on replacing all infrastructure in Meat City with pool floaties and the like! I think it’s a great plan! (OBJECTION!) Antonello: What a load of horse radish! At best, Big Glugga’s plans are a middling-to-average 5 out of 10! I wouldn’t bother voting for him if I were you. When I’m president, I plan on taking all the infrastructure and using it to build a giant statue of myself. Doesn’t that sound lovely? (OBJECTION!) Big Glugga: You are a sick piece of shit Meemaw: Bah! This is a disaster. Bean Spiller was right when he said I should never trust a politician. Billiard: Discuss the housing crisis. (OBJECTION!) Mitch: Billiard, there ISN’T a housing crisis! This ain’t even your job in the first place, so get outta here! I’M his campaign manager, not you! Billiard: Shut the fuck up Mitch
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A lobotomy (from Greek λοβός (lobos) 'lobe', and τομή (tomē) 'cut, slice') or leucotomy is a form of neurosurgical treatment for psychiatric disorder or neurological disorder (e.g. epilepsy, depression) that involves severing connections in the brain's prefrontal cortex.[2] The surgery causes most of the connections to and from the prefrontal cortex, the anterior part of the frontal lobes of the brain, to be severed. In the past, this treatment was used for treating psychiatric disorders as a mainstream procedure in some countries. The procedure was controversial from its initial use, in part due to a lack of recognition of the severity and chronicity of severe and enduring psychiatric illnesses, so it was said to be an inappropriate treatment.[3] The originator of the procedure, Portuguese neurologist António Egas Moniz, shared the Nobel Prize for Physiology or Medicine of 1949 for the "discovery of the therapeutic value of leucotomy in certain psychoses",[n 1] although the awarding of the prize has been subject to controversy.[5] The use of the procedure increased dramatically from the early 1940s and into the 1950s; by 1951, almost 20,000 lobotomies had been performed in the United States and proportionally more in the United Kingdom.[6] More lobotomies were performed on women than on men: a 1951 study found that nearly 60% of American lobotomy patients were women, and limited data shows that 74% of lobotomies in Ontario from 1948 to 1952 were performed on female patients.[7][8][9] From the 1950s onward, lobotomy began to be abandoned,[10] first in the Soviet Union[11] and Europe.[12] Effects[edit] I fully realize that this operation will have little effect on her mental condition but am willing to have it done in the hope that she will be more comfortable and easier to care for. -Comments added to the consent form for a lobotomy operation on "Helaine Strauss", the pseudonym used for "a patient at an elite private hospital"[13] Historically, patients of lobotomy were, immediately following surgery, often stuporous and incontinent. Some developed an enormous appetite and gained considerable weight. Seizures were another common complication of surgery. Emphasis was put on the training of patients in the weeks and months following surgery.[14] The purpose of the operation was to reduce the symptoms of mental disorders, and it was recognized that this was accomplished at the expense of a person's personality and intellect. British psychiatrist Maurice Partridge, who conducted a follow-up study of 300 patients, said that the treatment achieved its effects by "reducing the complexity of psychic life". Following the operation, spontaneity, responsiveness, self-awareness, and self-control were reduced. The activity was replaced by inertia, and people were mostly left emotionally blunted and restricted in their intellectual range.[15] The consequences of the operation have been described as "mixed".[16] Some patients died as a result of the operation and others later committed suicide. Some were left severely brain damaged. Others were able to leave the hospital, or became more manageable within the hospital.[16] A few people managed to return to responsible work, while at the other extreme, people were left with severe and disabling impairments.[17] Most people fell into an intermediate group, left with some improvement of their symptoms but also with emotional and intellectual deficits to which they made a better or worse adjustment.[17] On average, there was a mortality rate of approximately 5% during the 1940s. But as such deaths grew, new innovations for more feasible and trustable surgery; this growth of studying on lobotomy changed the way we think about brain disorders.[17] The lobotomy procedure could have severe negative effects on a patient's personality and ability to function independently.[18] Lobotomy patients often show a marked reduction in initiative and inhibition.[19] They may also exhibit difficulty imagining themselves in the position of others because of decreased cognition and detachment from society.[20] Walter Freeman coined the term "surgically induced childhood" and used it constantly to refer to the results of lobotomy. The operation left people with an "infantile personality"; a period of maturation would then, according to Freeman, lead to recovery. In an unpublished memoir, he described how the "personality of the patient was changed in some way in the hope of rendering him more amenable to the social pressures under which he is supposed to exist." He described one 29-year-old woman as being, following lobotomy, a "smiling, lazy and satisfactory patient with the personality of an oyster" who could not remember Freeman's name and endlessly poured coffee from an empty pot. When her parents had difficulty dealing with her behaviour, Freeman advised a system of rewards (ice cream) and punishment (smacks).[21]
SCRIPT PART 2 Antonello: Those backstabbing morons… they’ll get what’s coming to them, that’s for sure. It’s a fine thing that I have at least one trick up my sleeve… Antonello: The KILLDOZER! Now we’re getting someplace! Sorry, Obama. This thing isn’t armed with tissues! Foot Man: Antonello! Riddle me what the FUCK you’re doing right now, or I’ll call the cops! Antonello: I’m doing something I should have done a long, long time ago. Destroying Glugga’s! Now, get out of my way before I run you over. Foot Man: Over my dead body, Antonello! This is poppycock! Antonello: Yes, over your dead body. That’s the plan. Foot Man: NO! NO! NO! YOW! YOW! YOW! Antonello: Bye Mitch: What the FUCK? Chomik, are you seeing what I’m seeing? Is that the KILLDOZER? Mitch: You’re right, Chomik! We gotta go warn the people inside to evacuate! Mitch: Everybody listen! There’s a psychopathic music reviewin’ KZreadr heading for Glugga’s in an artificially modified bulldozer! Quick, get out of the restaurant if you want to keep your head! Meemaw: What’s all this about, mouse boy? Are you trying to get a job here or something? Mitch: No, but workin’ here sure would be a lot of fun! Sign me up! Mitch: Oh. Right. Ma’am, you gotta get out of here! This restaurant is gonna be torn to the ground in a matter of minutes! Meemaw: Oh. That means I’m gonna be homeless, then. I don’t know if I’m happy about that or not. Well, I’m sure Bumba will take care of it. Mitch: Who’s… Bumba? Bumba: Ho ho ho… that would be me. Looks like I’ve got a diner to save. Everybody get the fuck out of here! Bumba: Why are YOU still here, hamster boy? I bet your bones would make a mighty fine stew if I ever got the chance to lick them dry. Bumba: Holy shit Antonello: Attention, all employees of Glugga’s! In a matter of moments, your restaurant will be crushed if you don’t comply with me and put the McRib BACK ON THE MENU. Bumba: Oh, Antonello. You saucy boy, you. I’m sure you’d love to bring this whole diner down to the ground. But there’s two little things you haven’t accounted for… Antonello: And what would that be, Bumba? Bumba: Number one would be all the mice in the walls. Antonello: Oh, for heaven’s sake, get them off of me! Bumba: Number two, my boy… number two is Chomik. Antonello: Oh my word. Antonello: NO! NO! NO! YOW! YOW! YOW! Bumba: Heh heh heh… attaboy, Chomik. Antonello: One day, Bumba… one day I WILL have my revenge on this restaurant… one way or another… Bumba: Sounds like horse shit to me. Time for the final blow. Lulu McPipis: Hell yeah! I love sick skateboarding tricks! My wife doesn’t love me anymore. Antonello: LOOKS LIKE ANTONELLO FANTANY IS BLASTING OFF AGAIN! Bumba: Boy, you’re hired. I think you and I can go a long way in this company! Lulu McPipis: Awesome! Let me go tell my wife that I finally got a job. Maybe she’ll let me see my kids again! Mitch: Bumba, Chomik, we did it! We blasted that saucy boy right off into the sky! Bumba: He’ll be back in due time, Mitchy boy. That’s just how the cookie crumbles… Mitch: Chomik’s right, Bumba. Do you think we can get a job here? Bumba: Only if you sell your soul to me, heh heh heh heh heh… welcome aboard! Mitch: FUCK YEAH! Hey, come to Glugga’s! Mitch: Chomik, what’s got you so giggly?
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script part 2: Jeremy: So… this is what the circus is, huh? It looks like ass! Mitch: I feel like beatboxing right now, haha! I love the circus! So silly and warm… like little Gubba’s belly! Big Glugga: Good job, Mitchy. That went hard as hell! But it’s now or never, boys. We’re gonna blow up the circus so those clowns never come back to Glugga’s! Mitch: Oh jeez, Big Glugga… property damage seems like a bit much! Howzabout we just leave banana peels all over the floor? Seems like they’d get a real toot and snore out of that! I know I would! (Mitch giggle) Jeremy: I have never wanted to blow up a building more in my life. Big Glugga: Then let’s get to work, kiddos! Ho ho ho… Mitch: Hey, Big Glugga… what do you think Bumba’s up to in prison? Big Glugga: Hmm… it sure beats me, Mitchy. I’m just glad the little menace is in jail where he belongs. Come on, fellas. Let’s go pound a clown town! Robert Hand: Boy, I say boy, you are NOT a-leavin’ this cell until you’ve served all 50 decades in the pig pen! Bumba: Heh heh heh… oh, Robert Hand… so stern and stubborn, like a scab on a sheep’s belly. Someday that attitude will cost ya big time… and that day is NOW! Robert Hand: YOW! Bumba: How’s THAT for blind Bumba justice? Ho ho ho… I’ve got a diner to save, boy, and you’re not gonna get in my way! Toodles, bucko! Heh heh heh… Meemaw: For the LAST TIME, you polka-dotted fuck, my MOTHER is not on the menu! If you knew me at all, you’d know that I ate my own mother minutes after birth! So, if you’d please… order something nice, will ya? Craven: Fine, I’ll take Bumba’s Special Order! Meemaw: Uh… missy… I think you’re REALLY fucking annoying, but… that’ll cost you your life if you order it. Are you sure you want it? Wouldn’t you rather have it ordered for one of your clown pals? Craven: What… did… you… call ME!?!? Meemaw: I called you ANNOYING, you pink-haired PUNK! Go big or GO HOME! Meemaw: Oh, for fuck’s sake. Get out of the goddamn restaurant! Meemaw: Oh. I’m bald. Somehow this isn’t the worst thing to happen to me this week. Michelle: About god-damn time that blubbering bozo went bald! Craven: I’m gonna gobble all of her hair! Yum yum! Tee-hee! Michelle: Can I have a little bite? Craven: no. Michelle: This is some clowny ass shit, my dude. Craven: Insert clown music! (Clown music.) Big Glugga: Alright, kids. Fortunately, these McRibs are coated in extra combustible Glugga Grease, so they’ll blow up as soon as someone sneezes on ‘em. Jeremy: If it weren’t for the circumstances surrounding this affair, I’d eat ALL of the McRibs quicker than you can say gobbledygook! Mitch: Boy howdy! That tangy Kansas City barbeque sauce… nothing beats the original recipe! Jeremy, screaming: LET’S BLOW THIS CLOWN POUND TOWN TO THE GROUND! Big Glugga: Not until we bust our rumps on outta here, Jeremy! Let’s make like El Guga and leave! Bumba: Heh heh heh… it’s time to make like El Guga and KILL this circus. Bumba: What in the Bay of Pigs…? Is that wet sock in a big bubble? Sludgy Sock: Bumba, mi amor! Let me down, señor papa, ay caramba. I’ve been holding in a sneeze for fifteen long minutes. Bumba: Oh shit Sludgy Sock: Ouchie mama. ACHOO! Jeremy: Well, THAT got slippery. Big Glugga: This may just be the most inconvenient day of my life. Mitch: Yummy yummy in my tummy! A McRib all to myself? This is the best day of my- Scary Glugga: KEEP YOUR RODENT MOUTH SHUT. Big Glugga: What in the world…? Jeremy: Uh oh. Looks like there was a fourth clown after all. Mitch: EEK! FOUR clowns? I don’t know if my insurance covers that! Big Glugga: Then so be it. Time for something I haven’t done in a long time. Big Glugga: I call on Mother Glugger. Karkalicious: Here’s the scoop, Mama rat. We’re gonna blow up this dingy diner, and you’ve got no say on the matter! Say your prayers, dingrats. This place is gonna go boom! Michelle: You whacked-out crazy son of a clown! Craven is my new bestie, and she would TOTALLY disapprove of you trying to kill me! Bean Spiller: Michelle, I don’t mean to interrupt any vulnerable moments you’re having, but… we’re SCREWED! I think we only have one option left… Michelle: What? There’s nothing we can do, Bean Spiller! We’re fucked! Grungles: FRIES. FRIES. I LOVE FRIES. THEY MAKE ME GIGGLE WITH GLEE! Bean Spiller: Michelle, if we don’t act now, these clowns are gonna be wiping their asses with our ashes! Quick, summon the Snail Overseer! Michelle: (Gasp) Do you mean… HIM? HE who shall not be named? Karkalicious: You stupid bastards. If you summon that smail guy, reality itself will break! Them’s the breaks, rat-ass. Grungles: Ahyuckie wuckie, I love these gosh darn french fries so much. Michelle: (Sigh.) I’m left with no choice. I utter but one single word to summon him. Michelle: SNAILUNGUS! Snail Overseer: My return was greatly foreshadowed across space-time. Bean Spiller: Give us a hand, Snail Boy! I’m shitting my britches BROWN! Snail Overseer: Consider it done. MI PIACCIONO GLI UOMINI. AMO GLI UOMINI. UCCIDI I PAGLIACCI!!! Snail Overseer: Take me to snurch sometime. Goodbye. Craven: Where are my clown pals? They’re snails now? Michelle: Yup. I guess them’s the breaks, Craven. Big Glugga: Thank god for snails! We’d be in for a real rouser if not for the Snail Overseer. However, this does mean that we broke the rules of space-time, and reality should stop existing any second now. Jeremy: Hey, where’d Bean Spiller go- Bean Spiller: Hey… uh… clown gal. Look. Do you have a spot open on your clown team? I think I wanna join the circus. Craven: Join your mom! Bean Spiller: Sounds like a deal to me! It’s like my dad always said… When you can’t do your best, all you can do is jest. Bean Spiller: I suppose that’s how the cookie crumbles. Hey, wait a second. Isn’t reality supposed to be breaking right now-
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SCRIPT PART 2 Slippery Sock: Whoa, slow your roll, baby mama! Ay ay! What’s the fuzz, chicken butt? Mitch: Heya Redkno- I MEAN Slippery Sock, have you seen a little fella with a bowl cut runnin’ around killing folks? Slippery Sock: You bet your raunchy rodney rump I did. I thought he was rather attractive, (SLIMY SOUND)! Jesus fuck, my sinuses! He invited me to listen to Avalon by Roxy Music with him in his office. Should I go? Meemaw: Oh, HELL no! Bumba is known for his destructive and murderous listening parties. Do you want to die? Slippery Sock: No, ma’am! I love my mummy and my poppy too much to die. Jeremy: I thought you died, like, a bajookie million episodes ago. Why are you here, shitface? Slippery: Oh sweet papa… Bumba brought me back so I could do manual labor in the Bumba factory for him. This is my weekly meal, in fact. He would have no reason to kill me, I’m too valuable! Meemaw: Keep telling yourself that, milk sack. Slippery Sock: I also have a date with Brian Eno in four minutes. Speaking of, look at the time! GOTTA SLIME! Jeremy: Smooth like honey, ay ay! Bumba: Smooth like honey, mama bunny! Jeremy: Um… what did you call me? Bumba: Ho ho ho… oh, Jeremy. That is irrelevant to the matter at hand. I am not the one doing the killing, my naive little child. If you think I am, you must be denser than Tricky Dick. Meemaw: Nixon! Mitch: BEATBOX Bumba: Oh ho ho, my young little tree hugga. The saccharine slasher is none other than Big Glugga! Jeremy: WHAT!? He would never! Meemaw: Jeremy, refer to my earlier argument. If more employees die, he has less money to dish out. This makes total sense! Jeremy: That’s facts, Meemaw! Bumba wouldn’t lie to us - honest! Even if we did watch him kidnap Bean Spiller. He’s too kind to tell a lie! Bumba: Lying to these dense dimes was easier than feeding a bunny a banana, ho ho ho. I’ll be on my way to commit more crimes, for sure! For sure… Mitch: Hey, did somebody shut out the lights? EEK! I HATE THE DARK! Meemaw: I can’t see a thing! This is probably how Bean Spiller felt when he got coated in extra combustible grease! Jeremy: Extra combustible? Do I need to bring up bear ass again? Jeremy: Hey, is that Big Glugga over there? Jeremy: Hey, Big Glugga. Are you seriously fucking watching Homestar Runner right now? Meemaw: Simply maddening. Jeremy: I always thought you were- HOT FUCKIN’ MOSES IN THE RED SEA! Mitch: Oh. Oh my god! Big Glugga, did you kill those folks? You’re covered in blood! Big Glugga: Ho ho ho… don’t you believe it. Jeremy: Well, THAT doesn’t answer anything. Did you do it, Bug Glug? Don’t lie! Big Glugga: No. Not me, Jeremy. Gubba was a good boy. Mitch: But… if it wasn’t you… then… Bumba, that dirty lyin’ fiend! Jeremy: What a blow! Meemaw: Sha na na na na na na na! Mitch: Guys, there’s no time for goin’ bald! We gotta find Bumba before it’s too late! Bumba: Heh heh heh heh heh… hello, boys. I’m delighted that you’ve come here to entertain me once more! Mitch: Bumba! You fucker! You tried to frame Big Glugga for all of these murders? Jeremy: That’s kind of messed up. Maybe we should have a rap battle or something. Meemaw: I love rap! I was a rap artist back in the day. MC Delta T was my name and spitting bars was my game! Big Glugga: Uh, NO. We are NOT doing a rap battle, Meemaw. Mitch: Yeah… how about we just have a normal court trial to decide who’s guilty and who’s not? Bumba: Not happening, pal. Heh heh heh heh… we’re gonna have a rap battle, Big Glugga. Just the two of us. Bumba: Bean Spiller, lay down some funky retro beats! Bean Spiller: I don’t wanna do this, man… rap killed my grandma! Bumba: Do it NOW! (Rap captions provided) Michelle: That REALLY sucked ass. Bumba obviously won, you dumb fucks! Bumba: Michelle, do me a favor and get off the god damn stage! Michelle: Fuck no! Big Glugga, your rhymes are weak and you suck at rapping! Big Glugga: Shut up, dumb broad. Big Glugga: Ahh. Don’t forget to vote!