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"Halt! Officer Odie orders you to stop and help!"
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[The episode starts with a tireless car in the barn. Mort, Gort and Wart emerge from the car and walk forward, each carrying one third of the car]
- Wart: Why do I have to be the trunk?
- Gort: It fits.
- Mort: Shh! Someone's coming.
[The three brothers get together and duck as Booker walks by them. They resume walking, albeit ducking again, to the back of a silo.]
[Roy is sitting on a stool in front of the silo door, reading a book. He laughs before Mort captures him in a sack. Roy thrashes around in the sack, his voice muffled as he tries to protest.]
- Mort: What did you say?
- Roy Rooster: I said...
[Roy covers his beak to imitate his muffled protest.]
- Mort: Oh, that's what I thought you said.
[Wart opens the door to the silo.]
- Wart: The place is full of veggies.
[The alarm inside the silo goes off.]
- Orson Pig: Do you remember the drill, Booker?
- Booker: I know what I'm supposed to do.
- Orson Pig: And I know what I'm supposed to do.
- Wade Duck: And I know what I'm supposed to do. H-h-help, help! Silo alarm! Help, oh help!
[Wade runs off, going through a coop.]
- Wade Duck: Double h-h-help!
[Wade runs off a cliff into a river.]
- Orson Pig: Yep, that's what he's supposed to do. Come on.
[Orson and Booker discard their shovels and run to the silo. The alarm is stopped after one of the brothers throws a vegetable at it.]
- Mort: Grab you what can [snorts]...and let's get out of here.
[Roy continues to struggle in the sack until he gets his head out.]
- Roy Rooster: You're not leaving with those vegetables!
[The three brothers run out of the silo, stampeding over Roy.]
- Roy Rooster: Did anybody get the license number of those pigs?
[The brothers continue running, laughing, until they are stopped by a police dog, who walks up to them.]
- Mort: Uh, we ain't got a car, sir. We're a bunch of pigs disguised as a car, in order to steal rutabagas.
- Police Dog: That's the third time today I heard that excuse.
- Orson Pig: You were supposed to be guarding the harvest.
- Roy Rooster: I suppose you could do a better job?
- Orson Pig: I could, but I have to work digging a new well. We're real short on rain again this year.
- Gort: But, Mr. Policeman, sir...
- Wart: Do we have to pay these tickets?
- Mort: Do we?
- Police Dog: Yes, you do. I've never seen anyone go that fast on this road.
[Wade dashes past them.]
- Wade Duck: Help! Help! Duck in a panic!
- Police Dog: Until now.
[The police dog returns to his motorcycle and goes after Wade.]
- Gort: We've got to get back there and get the rest of those vegetables.
- Mort: And I've got a plan on how we can do that.
[Orson and Roy are standing in a field.]
- Orson Pig: Okay, you want to trade jobs? We'll trade jobs. You find water and I'll guard the harvest.
- Roy Rooster: You have a deal, piggo. I will have no trouble finding water. No trouble at all.
[A patch of holes are in the area Roy is digging. Wade walks up to the hole where dirt is flung up.]
- Wade Duck: No luck finding H20, Roy?
- Roy Rooster: [Climbs up the hole] Not a drop, duckie.
- Wade Duck: Maybe we can make it rain.
- Roy Rooster: That's impossible. You can't just make it rain.
[Roy and Wade walk past a tree, which a bird salesman is leaning on before walking up to the two.]
- Bird Salesman: Did I hear somebody say they want to make it rain? My friend, this is your lucky day. Because I am the exclusive regional distributor of the Shlocko Dance-o-Matic Weather Robot. Observe.
[Wade cowers behind Roy as the bird salesman sets his suitcase to the ground and kicks it. A robot emerges out of the case.]
- Bird Salesman: There it is, the Shlocko Dance-o-Matic Weather Robot. Whatever kind of weather you want, you just tell the Dance-o-Matic, and it does the appropriate rain dance, snow dance, or whatever.
- Roy Rooster: The rooster is skeptical.
- Bird Salesman: And I don't blame you. Here's a free demonstration. Robot, rain.
- Robot: [Activates] Rain. (Beeps and dances)
[After the robot's dance is done, it starts to rain.]
- Wade Duck: Hey. how about that? It's raining. Heh. Wait a minute. Roy, am I afraid of rain?
- Roy Rooster: You are afraid of everything.
- Wade Duck: That's right. Here I go again, folks. Help! Help! Rain! Water coming from the sky! Precipitation alert! Oh, help!
- Roy Rooster: Very impressive.
- Bird Salesman: You haven't seen anything yet. Robot, snow.
- Robot: Snow. (Beeps and dances)
[Snow comes down from the sky.]
- Roy Rooster: Wow. I'll take it.
- Orson Pig: I'm guarding the vegetables from my brothers.
- Booker: But who's working on our rain problem?
- Orson Pig: Roy.
- Booker: (Jumps) Roy? (Runs off) Oh, this I've got to see.
[The bird salesman walks off with dollar bills.]
- Bird Salesman: Thanks, pal. See you.
- Roy Rooster: (Waves) Here comes the rain. (Laughs) Ahem. Robot, rain.
[Roy produces an umbrella and holds it over his head. The robot does not respond.]
- Roy Rooster: Robot, rain.
[The robot still does not respond. Impatient, Roy breaks his umbrella and throws it away.]
- Roy Rooster: Rain, you bucket of bolts!
[Roy kicks the robot. As he hops around holding his injured foot, the robot becomes active again.]
- Robot: Bucket of bolts. (Beeps and dances)
[After Roy stops hopping around, a bucket full of bolts falls on his head. When the robot stops dancing, Roy walks up to it.]
- Roy Rooster: I wanted rain, you overgrown vacuum cleaner.
- Robot: Overgrown vacuum cleaner. (Beeps and dances)
[As soon as Roy realizes what will happen, he his hit by a large vacuum cleaner, driving him into the ground. The vacuum cleaner rolls away, and Roy's head emerges from the ground.]
- Roy Rooster: I want rain, do you hear me?! Rain, rain, rain!
[The robot stays still.]
- Roy Rooster: He's going to make me yell until I'm hoarse.
- Robot: Horse. (Beeps and dances)
[Roy reacts and gets out of the ground. He is about to run away when a horse bounces on him, flattening him.]
- Roy Rooster: I got to get away from that robot.
[Roy runs off until he reaches a shed, where he catches his breath.]
- Roy Rooster: I'm really up a tree.
- Robot: Tree. (Beeps and dances)
[Roy scratches his head until a tree lands on him. Roy groans as he crawls out of the tree, looking stretched out. He returns to his normal shape when he stops crawling.]
- Roy Rooster: I've got to get someplace I'll be safe.
- Robot: Safe.
- Roy Rooster: Oh boy.
- Robot: (Beeps and dances)
[Roy holds up a sign that says "OUCH" before he is hit by a safe.]
- Roy Rooster: Left 17, Right 32, Left 6.
[The dial of the safe turns in accordance to Roy's directions, then falls out.]
- Wade Duck: Orson, I have a feeling that your brothers are lurking around.
- Orson Pig: Wh-What makes you think my brothers are lurking around?
[Orson's brothers barge out of the silo in a tractor, shouting as they escape.]
- Wade Duck: Well, there's your first clue right there.
- Orson Pig: (Chaes after his brothers) Y-You guys can't steal our vegetables.
- Mort: Sure we can. Watch.
[Mort throws a watermelon, which lands on Orson's head.]
- Wade Duck: Boy, it sure looks like they can steal our vegetables.
[Orson and Booker struggle to remove the watermelon]
- Orson Pig: We have to stop them.
[Roy flees in the direction of Orson's brothers, with the robot following him.]
- Wade Duck: There's Roy. Roy will stop them.
- Booker: You really think so?
- Wade Duck: Not a chance. I had a moment of foolish optimism.
[Roy bumps into Gort, then falls to the ground.]
- Gort: I'm going to pound this rooster.
- Roy Rooster: May I say one last thing?
- Gort: Sure. Go ahead.
- Roy Rooster: 27 pianos.
- Wart: 27 pianos?
- Mort: 27 pianos?
- Gort: 27 pianos?
- Robot: 27 pianos. (Beeps and dances)
[Various pianos fall on the brothers, while Roy walks away in triumph.]
- Roy Rooster: 23, 24, 25, 26 and 27.
- Wade Duck: Nice going, Roy.
[Orson's brothers, now flattened, walk away.]
- Orson Pig: Uh, maybe you should go back to guard duty and I'll work on the irrigation.
- Roy Rooster: Oh, don't think I can handle it? Well, I can take a hint. I don't need a house to fall on me.
- Robot: House. (Beeps and dances)
[Roy continues walking until a house, including pavement tiles, lands on him. Orson runs to the front and opens the mailbox, where Roy's head emerges.]
- Roy Rooster: (Gasps) Maybe we'd better trade jobs.
- Robot: Trade jobs. (Beeps and dances)
[Orson and Roy look worried as the scene fades out.]