Grape Ape.
Over 40-feet high
Grape Ape.
Just a little bit shy
Grape Ape.
For a super strong guy
Yup, that's me.
The great, Grape Ape
Grape Ape.
If he comes to your town
Grape Ape.
He will really put down
Grape Ape.
Any bad guy around
The great, Grape Ape
What a sight to see him chuggin' block after block.
Things begin to shake and quake and rattle and rock.
The big, big, big, big, gorilla
Grape Ape.
I do not recommend
He is one to offend
Grape Ape.
So be sure he's your friend
Better be sure.
The great, Grape Ape
Yup, that's me.
03_Flying Saucery-Thar's No Feud Like an Old Feud
X-1, calling planet X.
We are now over planet Earth and await further instructions.
You are to find a typical Earth creature
and bring him back for testing.
Orders received, X-leader.
We shall begin scanning the city now.
Now, you understand what we're gonna do, Grape Ape, huh?
Uh-uh.
Now, this here gadget is called a hurdy-gurdy.
Hurdy-gurdy, Grape Ape, hurdy-gurdy.
Right, and when I turn this here handle,
music comes out, you hear?
And then you dance
and the people are gonna throw us money.
Go on.
Yeah, watch, old, purple pal, I'll show ya.
Uh, step right up, sir, and, uh, see the great
Grape Ape do his dance.
What great Grape Ape?
Uh, this great Grape Ape.
Great Grape Ape.
A gorillalalala!
Hmm, so what do you suppose got into him?
Must be that tie you're wearin', Grape.
It does clash a little bit with your jacket, you know.
Well, maybe you just better dance,
that might attract some customers.
Look, X-2, those must be Earth creatures.
They do not look too intelligent.
Perhaps we seem equally strange.
That one looks like a good specimen.
Greetings earthling, please come aboard our spaceship.
It stuck out its tongue at us.
That creature must be taught some manners.
Hey, keep it up, Grape Ape, somebody up there likes us.
Huh-huh.
[EARTH ON 5 GZORRX ADAY]
We have made an error, X-2.
These are the creatures we seek.
A typical earthling and his pet.
- Behold. - An Earth creature.
And his pet.
Strange, the Earth creature is much hairier
than the one in the book.
Nevertheless, they will make perfect specimens.
Greetings, earthlings.
Oh, uh, hi there.
It must be those music lovers who threw us the money.
Hello, Grape Ape, Grape Ape.
You have been selected for a tour of the galaxy.
A trip to the stars, to Venus and Mars.
Hmm, I don't even remember entering that contest.
But, let's be nice to them.
Uh, they're from out of town, you know.
- Out of town? - Mha, yeah.
Okay, Beegley Beagley.
How fortunate that you choose to cooperate.
So much for the pet.
Now, for the human.
Let us not forget to buckle up for safety.
Prepare for return to planet X.
All systems, go!
Wee, Grape Ape, Grape Ape, wee.
Professor Kinderhoff,
did you just see what I saw?
You mean a forty-foot, purple ape riding on a flying saucer?
- Nope. - Me neither.
Uh, well now, this sure is nice of you fellas,
but, uh, shouldn't we be headin' home now?
We are, huh-huh-ho.
Planet X shall be your home from now on.
Uh, us move to planet X?
But that's impossible, I mean, uh,
I left dishes in the sink and everything, you know.
Silence, we must report to our leader.
X-1, calling planet X.
Mission completed, we are returning to base
with Earth creatures aboard.
Is that the subject, how puny he appears?
He is merely a pet,
the Earth creature is on the roof.
Wee, whoopi.
Grape Ape, Grape Ape.
A healthy specimen, silly, but healthy.
All is in readiness for your arrival.
Ah, you know, I'm beginning to get the feeling this joyride
ain't gonna be so joyful.
You will proceed directly to the testing area.
X-leader, we have brought the Earth creatures.
Uh, howdy.
The large one looks dangerous.
Uh, Grape Ape, oh, shucks,
he's as gentle as a kitten.
Meow, Grape Ape,
Meow, Grape Ape.
Ha-ha, see, what did I tell ya.
Enough of this. Prepare for the tests.
The tests?
We, of planet X, intent to invade Earth.
But first, we must test a typical Earth creature.
Grape Ape, huh,
he maybe a creature, but he sure ain't typical.
Grape Ape, Grape Ape.
Enough talk, let the testing begin.
To pass the test of strength,
you must lift a 7,000 ton dumbbell.
Yeah, dumbbell, okay.
Grape Ape, Grape Ape.
No, no, buddy, he means that 7,000 ton dumbbell.
Oh.
Strength, puny.
Grape Ape, Grape Ape.
Correction, make that out of this world.
And now, for the intelligence test.
You will fit this peg in its proper hole.
Delicious.
Huh-huh-huh, conquering the earthlings will be a simple task.
They're all brawn and no brain.
As future slaves, you must learn to use
the anti-gravity jetpack.
Fortunately we happen to have a size 480, extra-long.
Press the red button for up.
Press the white button for down.
It takes a bit of getting used to.
Uh-oh, pretty buttons.
Cease, do not do that.
- Press the green button... - The red button.
No, the yellow button.
Oh, hey, look out for the roof.
Summon the X-air force, they must not scape.
They have already been summoned, X-leader.
They have been traced here, to the valley of the dunes.
I have sighted them.
Uh-oh, they're catching up,
quick, uh, press one of them buttons.
Oh, yeah, okay.
Uh-oh, wrong button.
After them.
It is time for Grape Ape escape.
Grape Ape, Grape Ape, escape.
Enough, we use the freeze ray.
Yes, the ultimate solution.
It was foolish of you to attempt to escape from planet X.
You will remain our captives until we invade Earth tomorrow.
- Uh, tomorrow? - Tomorrow.
Yes,
now that we know how puny you earthling are
there is no need to delay the invasion any longer.
The X-army awaits my orders now.
Leader-X, we found this smuggled aboard by the earthlings.
It appears to be some secret weapon.
What manner of weapon is this?
Oh, well, heck, it's just a...
it's just an old hurdy-gurdy.
You see, I turn the handle, here,
and it makes him dance.
Demonstrate it.
Oh, well, I don't think I oughta...
Demonstrate!
Well, okay, but don't say I didn't warn you now.
Make it stop, I command you!
I'm trying to, but... it's stuck.
I can't stop it!
Stop, I command you to stop!
Call off the invasion.
Our army doesn't stand a chance against such a weapon.
Return the captives to their own planet.
Gladly.
Hey, did you hear that, old buddy,
we're goin' home.
Yeah, goin' home.
Wee.
Professor Kinderhoff, I just saw it again.
Let's make a deal,
I won't say a thing if you won't.
It's a deal.
Well, so long, fellas, and thanks for the joyride.
- Bye-bye. - Good-bye.
And good riddance.
Well, I guess those guys won't be
taking over this place so soon, after all, huh?
Hey, just think,
the whole planet Earth was saved
by this little, old hurdy-gurdy.
Yeah, little, old hurdy-gurdy.
Huh-huh, well, I'm sure glad we had this baby along.
That's fine, hold it,
hold it, stop, wait a minute,
cut it out, wait, hold it...
Take a breath of that fresh, country air,
huh, Grape Ape?
Fresh air, Grape Ape.
Hang on, Grape Ape, we're going up hill.
What a ridiculous place to put a mountain.
Terrific, my purple pal, I'm glad I thought of that.
Hmm, Ruckus Ridge.
Huh, sounds like a peaceful sort of place, huh?
Yeah, peaceful place, Grape Ape, Grape Ape.
Ain't no way you're gonna win the big contest.
Why, you Magoons is weaker than a soggy corn fritter.
Ye-ha!
And your head's softer than the fuzz on frog's belly
if you think you Rightfields is gonna win.
Yeah, says who, Looney Magoon?
Says me, Horse Rightfield, that's who.
We got cousin Typhoon Magoon
comin' in for the picnic.
Typhoon Magoon!
Now, hold it.
How many times I gotta tell you varmints?
The feudin' is over.
Yeah, but the fussin' ain't.
Well, save it for the annual picnic contest.
Now, shake hands and wish each other luck.
Hungry, Grape Ape, Grape Ape.
Me, too, pal,
but we're in luck, Grape Ape, look.
An apple orchard.
Grab some for yourself, pal.
Delicious! Huh, huh.
Yum, yum, Grape Ape.
Hold on there, varmints!
Huh?
Can't you read signs, stranger?
Uh, what sign?
There, that sign.
Uh, no trespassin', keep out.
Yer not welcome, we don't want you, stay away, git.
Hmm, now tell me, my friend,
just what does that mean?
It means, stranger, that the only varmints
allowed in Ruckus Ridge are kinfolk,
here for the big, annual picnic.
Picnic, uh, now, hold on str...
I mean, uh, cousin, we could be kinfolk, you know?
You, kinfolk?
Well, we could be, ya know?
What do you mean we're kinfolk?
You and who else?
Uh, me and , uh, Grape Ape, here.
Hi, cousin, Grape Ape, Grape Ape.
Yow, a gorillalalala!
Do I see what I think I see?
Be cool, nothing to worry about.
Like I said, he's kin.
Hmm, let me get a little closer look at him.
Oh, sure, goin' up, Grape Ape.
Goin' up, Grape Ape.
Hmm, this here critter could take on Typhoon Magoon
and all them other Magoons by himself.
Hey, cousin, gotta admit, he is homely enough to
resemble as our long, lost cousin, Grapefield Rightfield.
Come on, any Rightfield kin is welcome at the old homestead.
Uh, we is right with ya, cousin.
Fellers, you're lookin' at our long, lost cousins,
Puny Rightfield and Grapefield Rightfield,
the feller that's gonna win the big contest for us.
- That puny feller? - No, no, not him,
that there is Grapefield.
Yow, a gorillalalala!
Come back here, you sniveling, yellow-livered cowards.
He's on our side.
Our side?
Who-we, huh-huh, wait till the Magoons
get a load of that load of muscle.
Ye-ha!
I say, cousin Horse,
how'd this here feud get started?
You see that there statue over there?
What statue?
That's what this feud's about, it's gone.
Homer T. Homely, the founder of Ruckus Ridge, stood there,
that as his statue did.
The Magoons claim we stoled it, but we didn't.
So, it must've been the Magoons theyselves.
- Well, I guess that does it. - It sure does.
I mean the sandwich.
Hey, pal, can you lend me a hand?
Thanks, purp.
Any time, Beegley Beagley.
No time for eating now.
The contestry is starting.
And now, ladies and varmints,
playing for the Magoons,
lovable, cousin Typhoon Magoon.
Hooray!
Say, how come them Rightfields ain't scared
our their wits, grandpapi?
And playing for the Rightfields...
That puny, little critter?
None other than cousin Grapefield Rightfield.
Yow!
Gosh, he sure is ugly enough to be a Rightfield.
Fellers, we gotta think up some really sneaky tricks
and fast.
And now, to start things off, the tree chopping event.
We got the lamp post...
I mean tree, all set up papi.
On your marks, get set, go!
That'll take care of the Rightfields.
And the winner of the first event,
the Rightfields!
We ain't playin' fair no more, boys.
It's bad for your self-image.
From now on, no more mister nice guy.
Next is the rock throw.
First, Typhoon Magoon.
I'll measure the distance myself,
so there won't be any cheatin'.
Mile and a half and still goin', I might add.
Rightfields, you're up.
Show 'em, Grapefield.
Grape Ape.
Run for it!
Two feet, the Magoons take the point.
It's all tied up.
This last event is pie eatin', and here's how we win.
All we have to do is to dump this double-whammy,
red hot, mountain pepper sauce into the Rightfield's pie.
And there's no way that Grapefield can eat it all.
That's plum sneaky-like, papi.
Who-we, wait till Grapefield chomps down on this here pie.
And now, the final tie-breaking event,
pie eating.
This one is for the championship.
Go to it.
It's a tie, that means the Magoons win.
That means the Rightfields win, too.
You both win.
- Ha-ha-ha- - Uh-oh,
he's gonna sneeze.
We'd better... Uh-oh, wait a minute, oh...
Ah-choo!
Did you see that?
Well, if that don't beat it all.
Well, I'll be darned,
the statue of Homer T. Homely was there all the time.
That means there ain't no reason to be a-feudin'.
I'll make sure there ain't no more feudin',
there oughta be a weddin'.
Good idea, I'm offering my handsome son,
handsome Houndtooth Rightfield.
And I'm offerin' my fat, but homely daughter,
Balloon Magoon.
Yuck, I ain't gonna marry that balloon, papi,
she ain't purdy enough for me.
What did you say?
Why, you poor excuse for a...
She's too good for a Rightfield.
Now hold on, Looney Magoon!
You hold on, Horse Rightfield!
Uh, I think it's time we headed out of Ruckus Ridge, hmm?
Roll it, Grape Ape.
Rollin' out of Ruckus Ridge, Beegley Beagley,
Grape Ape, Grape Ape, Grape Ape.
Grape Ape, Grape Ape.
By: Reza Fa.