[music playing]
THEME SONG: Toxic Crusaders.
Toxic Crusaders.
I had no friends, no girls would hug me
until I got radioactive ugly.
Toxic Crusaders.
I live in a dump cause the rent's real low.
Got a little Blobbie, and he loves me so.
Toxic Crusaders.
Now me and the boys fight against wrong, though we're
hideously deformed.
Hey, I'm sitting on top of the world.
With my mop, tutu, and girl.
Whoa!
Toxic Crusaders.
Toxic!
TOXIE (VOICEOVER): It was springtime in Tromaville.
And just as I was about to plant the seeds of a story
for another Toxic Crusader episode,
His Honor Mayor Grody was asking all
the good people of Tromaville to plant a few seeds of their own.
Is this on?
Yeah.
[clearing throat]
My fellow Tromavillians, it is with great pride
that I announce the commencement of Beautify Tromaville Week.
[growl]
Now, Blobbie, everyone has the right
to his, her, or its opinion, even an overweight basically
corrupt mayor.
As part of my Grody Says Just Say Grow campaign, I myself
will be passing out free seeds to help beautiful your lawns
and gardens.
Grody Says Just Say Grow-- I like that.
Maybe the mayor's not such a bad guy after all.
Planting flowers is nice, even though I'm
not thrilled about all the pollen it's going to bring.
I just hope these seeds grow into trees.
Guys, it's our hideously deformed
duty to keep Tromaville clean.
So we've got to support the mayor's
Beautiful Tromaville Week.
But what can we do?
Nothing will grow in the [inaudible] soil
around this dump.
Lighten up, Bender man.
There's tons of landscaping we can
do over at Toxie's mom's place.
That's a great idea, Fender.
It's clean up time at Mom's!
Just say grow!
TOXIE (VOICEOVER): As we moseyed on over to Mom's, Mayor Grody
was picking up a few more votes.
Here you go.
Happy planting.
Why, thank you, Mayor Grody.
Now that's what I call a flower bed.
TOXIE (VOICEOVER): While we all thought Mayor Grody was finally
planting something good, in actuality,
something sinister was sprouting,
especially back on Island City.
I'll take it from here, you blumpy headed lout.
TOXIE (VOICEOVER): Sure, Dr. Killemoff.
Kilowatt.
I kind of forgot what comes next, anyway.
All right, Mayor Grody.
You may come in now.
I've done what you've asked, doctor.
So far I've given out 3,462,272 of your free seeds.
Now at my commission at $0.03 each,
you owe me-- let me see now.
If I take this and carry it over, I'll--
A lot of dough.
Here.
Yeah, that's it.
A lot of dough.
[laughter]
Gotta go.
Excellent.
Those stupid Tromavillians have taken the bait.
Soon those sinister seeds Czar Zosta sent us from Smogula
will be in full bloom.
I don't get it, boss.
How's planting beautiful flowers going to toxify Tromaville?
Bonehead, you fool!
The fancy flowers are a floral facade.
Soon Tromaville will be faced with a monstrous mass
of vicious vines and violent vegetation unlike anything
you've ever seen!
And maybe even a special big surprise
at the end of the show.
Oh.
[laughter]
TOXIE (VOICEOVER): Since it was already quite clear
that this episode was about gardening,
we got right to work beautifying the city.
Attention!
Leaves, about face and march out of this place!
MRS. JUNKO: Oh, boy.
You're doing such a wonderful job.
Don't thank us, Mom.
Thank Mayor Grody and his Beautify Tromaville Week.
Don't tell me that Mayor Grody has turned into a good guy.
It sure seems that way, Toxie's mom.
And I've written a special song for the occasion.
(SINGING) While strolling through the garden one spring,
I discovered such a beautiful thing.
Oh, Toxie, when you work with dirt,
I'm so proud to be your skirt.
It makes me want to flirt and sing.
La, la, la!
Thanks, Yvonne.
That was a sweet song.
Oh, no.
Dandelions.
Uh oh.
This won't be pretty!
Ah-- ah-- ah-- In coming gale force winds!
Take cover!
[inaudible].
Ah-- ah-- ah-- Quick thinking, Mop.
Ooh, that was close.
Thanks, Mop.
You're a real friend.
[blowing nose]
Yuck.
I don't know, boss.
The Toxic Crusaders planting Czar Zosta's sinister seeds.
I don't think that's such a good idea.
Psycho, I don't need your advice!
If Czar Zosta didn't want to use his putrefying plant
life on the Toxic Crusaders, he would have told me so.
Killemoff, you bad-brained bug!
Why are the Toxic Crusaders planting sinister seedlings
at Toxie's mom's house?
Well, Czar Zosta, I-- I thought--
Don't think.
That's my job.
But if the Toxic Crusaders are going to plant my seeds,
then you better be sure they get rid
of that military mutant, Major Disaster.
His plant controlling powers might interfere
with my plants-- uh, plans.
Oh, yes, your Czarness, all great and powerful one.
I'll get rid of Major Disaster right away.
See that you do!
If you have to, hire another bad guy.
Fender, we need more seeds.
Ow.
Huh?
Hey, Major Disaster.
Sergeant Psycho reporting for duty.
Psycho!
Let go of my leg!
And that's an order.
Hey, Major Disaster!
Hey, you.
Freeze!
Hey, you.
Sneeze!
Uh oh.
Not-- not again.
[inaudible]
[sneezing]
[chatter]
OK, Rangers!
Make rain!
[yelling]
Hey!
My goodness, it's raining cats and dogs.
I resemble that remark.
Yvonne is right.
I think I just stepped in a poodle.
Will you look?
It just stopped raining.
Awesome arrangement.
Well, dog my cats.
[gasp]
A rainbow.
It's enough to make me want to compose a song.
Every rainbow has its cloudy lining.
Or something like that.
[music playing]
My bone!
My house!
My goodness.
My guess is we've got some heavy duty problems in act two.
[music playing]
MAN (VOICEOVER): Andnow these messages.
[music playing]
We now return to the Toxic Crusaders.
TOXIE (VOICEOVER): The sinister seeds
and weird weeds were rapidly strangling
the houses in Tromaville.
Fun, ain't it, Toxic Crusaders?
Yeah, these weeds kind of grow on you.
[laughter]
Hey, watch it.
B-- b-- back, wicked weed.
Back, I say.
Oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Whoa!
Uh oh.
Geronimo!
TOXIE (VOICEOVER): Without Major Disaster,
we were having a tough time trying
to whack the wicked weeds.
And what's worse, the bad guys were hiring more help.
[laughter]
BONEHEAD: We got him on the ropes now, Doc.
All set, boss.
The ad is running in today's "Tromaville Times."
Ad?
What ad?
"Bad guy needed.
Long hours, low pay, but lots of dirty, messy fun."
You bumbling buffoon!
I don't need more help.
Everything is going according to plan.
But Czar Zosta said to hire another bad guy.
Besides, the guy's here already.
Oh, all right.
Send him in.
The name's Mower Man, but you can call me Mower Man.
Hm.
Mower Man.
I like the sound of it.
Yeah, boss.
It's really cutting edge.
You get it?
Cutting edge?
Yeah, only kidding, Mower Man.
It says here you were last employed as a gardener.
What happened?
Do we have time for a flashback?
Always If.
It's good and gory.
Oh, this one's gory, all right.
You see, here's how it happened.
Like my resume said, I was a gardener by trade.
Clipping and pruning were second nature to me.
Then one terrifically hot day, I decided to take a little siesta
inside a metal gardening shed.
It was so hot, the door to the shed
got welded shut, trapping me inside.
[explosion]
The next thing I knew, I was a hideously deformed gardener
with super humans hears and strength.
And I was out of work.
Hm.
You seem like a sharp guy.
You're hired.
Now I have a very special assignment for you.
Don't worry.
I can cut it.
TOXIE (VOICEOVER): Meanwhile, back in Tromaville,
the beautiful flowers Mayor Grody handed out
were turning into wicked weeds and indestructible ivy.
And they were going way out of control.
It's no use.
They're growing faster than we can contain them.
Dudes, without Major Disaster's powers to help,
these wild thing weeds are going to win.
Hey, who are you?
[music playing]
[scream]
It's cut up time.
[music playing]
What a low down trick.
Just when I started my diet.
Fore!
[laughter]
TOXIE (VOICEOVER): We finally managed to drive off Mower
Man and the Radiation Rangers.
Hi, Lloyd family.
Sorry about your picnic being ruined.
But we did manage to rescue half a hoagie.
No problem, Toxie.
Now we can go to Burpo Burger, which
is much better than eating Mrs. Lloyd's cooking.
Yay! Hooray!
Yippee!
Yuck.
Talk about your hideously deformed heroes.
Wait a minute.
Tuna fish, peanut butter, and cream cheese.
My favorite.
TOXIE (VOICEOVER): We may have won the battle,
but with Major Disaster still missing in action,
even the tuna, peanut butter, and cream cheese
had lost its charm.
Bonehead, how do you like Dr. Killemoff's private zoo?
Here we have a fine specimen of the toxicus crusaderus.
Toxicus crusaderus.
Gee, they sure are ugly.
You guys know darn well my name's
Disaster-- Major Disaster.
Oh, yeah?
You're the one who likes plants, right?
Well, let's see how you like this.
She loves me.
She loves me not.
She loves me.
She loves me not.
Stop, please!
You're hurting it.
Come on, Bonehead.
We got more important things to do.
Yeah, like toxifying Tromaville and destroying the rest
of the Toxic Crusaders.
You, keep an electric eye on our pal, Major Disaster.
What a bunch of meanies, picking
on a poor, defenseless petunia.
Hm.
Maybe I can put that petunia to work.
It's time to get on with the show.
Petunia, do your stuff and grow!
OK, vine.
I've done my time.
Not so fast, plant [inaudible].
Holy hedge clippers.
It's a hideously deformed bad guy with super human shears
and strength.
[groan]
Forget it, fungus face.
You're my prisoner now.
[laughter]
This Mower Man is working out quite well.
Bonehead, I want you to step up the sinister seed
program to phase two.
You mean--
Yes, release the mutated strain of sotophinthesis plants.
S--s--oto-- phinthesis.
[stammering]
I think he means photosynthesis.
No, your brainless baboon!
Photosynthesis is good.
Sotophinthesis is bad.
My sotophinthesis plants breathe in oxygen and exhale carbon
monoxide, causing unsuspecting humans to have coughing fits,
teary eyes, and runny noses.
Oh.
Kind of like being in a room with you, huh, boss?
Get to work!
Huh, that's some impressive set of snippers you got there.
I bet you must work hard to stay in shape.
You know, it takes dedication.
I work out at the gym three days a week
and visit my blade sharpener every Thursday.
You know, I was thinking, Mower Man,
while we're sitting around waiting for act three,
maybe you could give me a little trim.
Sure.
Why not?
I never could resist a bit of fine pruning.
Gee, how about those Dodgers?
Wait till next year.
[snipping]
There.
Finished.
What do you think?
What do I think?
I think I'm out of here!
Gee, what about my tip?
You want a tip?
Never underestimate a Toxic Crusader!
Major Disaster, your battles have just begun.
MAN (VOICEOVER): And now these messages.
We now return to the Toxic Crusaders.
TOXIE (VOICEOVER): Back in Tromaville,
the bad guys were getting ready to release their soto--phin--
uh, sotophinenin in-- you know.
They were up to no good.
Say, wasn't that-- Nah, it couldn't be.
Here.
Let me help you with this [ATTEMPTING
TO PRONOUNCE "SOTOPHINTHESIS"]
Sotosynthphis.
Uh, sotophishan six.
Soto.
Look.
We ain't got all day.
Just call them bad seeds and keep planting em, all right?
[music playing]
[screams]
TOXIE (VOICEOVER): Meanwhile, Mower Man
was still chasing Major Disaster all over Tromaville.
Oh, stately elm, so big and tall.
Let us have an early fall!
It'll take more than this to stop Mower Man.
[laughter]
You!
A gardener.
How can you use your gardening gifts for evil?
I get paid to cut things down and to capture you!
[growling]
TOXIE (VOICEOVER): All over town,
we Toxic Crusaders tried to stop people from planting
the sinister seeds.
Excuse me, folks.
But we have reason to believe that the free seeds Mayor Grody
gave out are actually part of an evil plan to toxify
our fair town of Tromaville.
H--h-- how could that be?
Look at all of these beautiful flowers.
That's right.
Mayor Grody's done a great service to Tromaville.
He's got my vote.
Sorry, folks.
But my tromotons never lie, and they
tell me we're in the presence of some great evil.
[music playing]
[scream]
Oh!
[laughter]
You think you're such a star, Toxie.
Well, welcome to Hollywood and Vine!
If only our good buddy Major Disaster were here.
He'd know how to put these evil plants in their place.
Thanks for the compliment, No-Zone.
It's the Major!
He's back.
Ah, thank goodness.
Don't thank goodness, dude.
Thank the writers.
Yay!
All right!
Major's back!
It's clean up time!
Let's go, Mr. Smarty Plants.
Do your stuff.
Ivy and weeds, shrink back into seeds.
[music playing]
What's that?
A blast of heroic trumpets in the key of C.
What-- what's wrong, Major?
It's no use.
These plants are unlike anything I've ever seen on Earth--
or even a Toxic Crusader show.
[music playing]
The name's Mower Man, but you can call me Mower Man.
Pleased to meet you, Mr. Mower Man.
Say, are you a good guy or a bad guy?
A bad guy, you nasal nitwit.
Gee, don't you remember battling with me in act two?
Oh, yeah.
See, I'm a little fuzzy-headed this episode,
because of my allergies and all this pollen.
[scream]
OK.
Next dance.
It takes two to tango, Mower Mess.
And now it's my turn.
Chill out, dudes.
Look!
Something's happening!
[music playing]
TOXIE (VOICEOVER): Suddenly, all the weeds and vines
came together to create a tremendous, humongous,
gigantic, really big weed monster.
So this is the evil plan Dr. Killemoff was talking
about way back in act one.
Yep, this is it, all right.
Pretty neat, huh?
[growl]
Oy!
All this excitement is making me thirsty.
Excuse me, sonny.
Could you give me a hand?
Or whatever those things are.
Gee, what's that?
A sting of evil music.
No.
That.
It was my prune juice.
Now it's my ex-prune juice.
Did you say prune juice?
Exactly.
Like in no sense crying over spilled prune juice.
TOXIE (VOICEOVER): Now to an old time
gardener like Mower Man, the word
prune meant only one thing.
And once Mower Man got the urge to prune,
there was no stopping him.
Prune!
Radiation Rangers, retreat!
[growl]
Wow!
Look at that.
[cheers]
The idiot!
What has he done?
Uh oh, boss.
When Czar Zosta finds out about this,
he's going to really chew you out.
Killemoff, you idiotic insect!
Once again, I've handed you the perfect plan to toxify
Tromaville, and you blew it!
W-- wha-- what is that?
I don't think it's the tooth fairy.
It's a remulad dental creature.
The better to chew you out with.
[growl]
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Oh, oh.
I told you so.
Ahem.
Testing one, two, three.
Testing.
[feedback]
That wasn't me.
Citizens of Tromaville.
[coughing]
Um, and hideously deformed creatures of superhuman size
and strength.
We are very pleased to announce that Beautify Tromaville
Week was a terrific success.
[cheers]
What in blazes?
Thanks to that Mower Man guy and our own Mayor Max Grody--
Your Honor, we present you the remains
of the wicked weed monster!
[cheers]
Thank you, my friends.
Uh, thank you!
Oh hoo hoo!
Ooh, ow, ee, oh, ooh.
TOXIE (VOICEOVER): And so with another exciting episode
winding to a close, there were just
a few loose ends to take care of,
like getting rid of all these clippings.
Until Mop came up with a brilliant idea.
[inaudible]
[sneezing]
TOXIE (VOICEOVER): As for Mower Man,
he had to go find another job.
Gee, here's one.
"Politician needs full time paper
shredder to destroy evidence."
Hm.
I think I'll give this guy Grody a call.
[music playing]