113 - The Black Scorpion
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Mexico: 3, scorpion: nothing!
[Floretina show Dr. Ramos to the blue room] And then sponge-bathe our guests, won't you?
A fabulous arsenal is assembled: tanks, firepower, snow plows, Chevys.
Hey look, it's the Kahlua factory!
"Hey how'd he know his name was FELLA."
"I've got a WAX MUSEUM in MY EAR."
"I told him not to EAT THE WORM."
Joel: Hey, it's Dale Evans! And I thought she was stuffed. Crow: Only mounted.
"Now, while your scorpions are being cooked, you could, uh, mix up a nice salad that could be done when you're ready to serve."
"Wait a second! This isn't Paris. It's not '41. I'm not Lowell Thomas!"
"Oh, well, this isn't good. Not at all. I mean, I've seen good before and it didn't look anything like this."
"Becky? Injun Joe? Huck?"
♫ "...The ants go marching one by one/The human stopped to shoot a gun..." ♫
"Now this float is called 'Little Inchworm.'" It's made entirely out of white coral flowers and dried shellfish. It's a real piece of work. Kathie Lee?"
"Flint, Michigan. On a clear day you can see the GM plant on the outskirts of town. And look, there's Michael Moore."
"Sunday Sunday Sunday! We turn the floor of the Senora Dessert into a giant BLOOD PIT! It's Machine meets Arachnid in one-on-one action! Go-Go the Gorilla, and-- all-time powerful meister: BIG SCORP!"
"Roughly translated, he's saying, 'This would not have happened had we installed fiber optics.'"
"The Great Belasco: Juggler, Sword Swallower, and Pathologist Extraordinaire."
"You'll be surprised at the experiments that go on there."
"He's making a Taco Salad where you can actually eat the bowl!"
"Bob, if you die can I have your hat?"
The San Lorenzo Milling Around Festival!
Don't forget the Alamo! No, we can do better. Davy Crockett is a dork! No. Remember the-- oh, forget it.
"Don't get me wrong, I love this Mexico of yours." But I like mine better-- got a little plastic burro... it's neat!
These aren't actual footprints, this is feta cheese, but it smells like feet so that's as close as we could get.
I'm hungry for Mexican.
Ok, now get a shot of me with the bug.
And then tragedy struck - we ran out of stock footage.
Now these aren't actual footprints, this is feta cheese. But it smells like feet, and that's as close as we could get!
Hey, you see my haircut? Look, I got a haircut too! Look, haircut, haircut, haircut, haircut, haircut. We all got our haircut!
I was afraid of this... Scorpion hobos.
Fine time to go jousting.
It's udder chaos! Hahaha. Cow can I say that?
Vamenos la Scoobus!
The line's been bugged!
You are bold and assertive and you get along well with Libras.
"We tie you to a pole and spank you with reeds."
"Hey that would make a cool fort."
"I'll just move this High voltage power line with this piece of metal, just let me dip it in water first."
"Why does he need a pipe? Just breathe in some air?"
And then bring some Shine-ola, and we'll compare it with the last one I brought you.
Owie! Owie! Owie! Owie!
What's behind this tree? IT'S A DEAD COP! That's right Bob, it's a 1953 Senor Policia; Complete with .38 snub-nose revolver, dilated pupils and rigor mortis! You too will sleep soundly in your own Senor Policia! *From Spiegel Catalog, Chicago IL, 60609...
It says thou shall not ki. What do you make of that?
I guess we're not supposed to ki.
At least we know they're an advanced civilization. They got Vicks vapo rub.
I don't think your hat's quite dead yet.
Vhere ve could live, so zat ze animals could be bred und SLAUGHTERED...
Hey, I can see another movie through my binoculars!
Well, I used to be Mrs. Scott.
Now you're supposed to pick it up with your forearms and leave the monastery forever.
The milling festival ends in chaos. Two angry villagers slap each other senseless with large T-bone steaks.
I'll just move this high-voltage power line with this piece of metal. Just let me dip it in water first...
I got a wax museum in my ear.
"hes the Grandaddy of them all!" Wilford Brimely?
Your breath is like mummy meat.
The milling festival over, the residents were loaded onto trucks like so many cattle.
The milling festival lasted long into the night.