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.
12_A Grape is Born-The First Grape in Space
Hey, listen here, Grape.
Win fame and fortune, join the big amateur talent hunt.
First prize, $1,000.
Wow, $1,000, Grape.
Just waitin' for us.
Us, you and me, Beegley Beagley?
Sure, we'll be partners.
You win the contest, and uh, I'll collect the money.
Yeah, I'll do my dance.
Whoops, sorry.
Well, we could bill you as the great bulldozer,
but I'm not sure they can use that kind of act.
Put the lamp post back, pal.
- I know, I know, nice and neat. - I know, I know, nice and neat.
Yeah.
Then we'll figure out some way for you to win that money.
Hey, maybe you can do what that guy on the poster is doin'.
Yeah, maybe you can be a juggler, huh?
Terrific, Grape Ape, you're doing just great, ha.
Fantastical.
Thanks, Beegley Beagley.
I can practically see your name in lights right now, pal.
The juggling--
I'd better stop, Grape Ape, Grape Ape.
Hey, now, keep that going, purple pal.
You're real show biz.
Ah, I-I'm gettin' kind of woozy doozy.
Sorry.
And that's it for KNPQ traffic watch report.
Everything looks a okay.
Uh, wait a minute, folks.
Wow, that's some traffic jam!
Very neat, Grape Ape.
If we can't think of anything else,
you can always get a job parkin' cars.
[Hawaiian Vacation]
Okay, Grape Ape, that's enough billboards.
Okay, El Grapeo, the master of card tricks.
Take it away!
Tada!
Pick a card, Beegley Beagley.
Terrific, my purple pal.
You're doing fine.
Aw, oh!
- Beegley, you okay? - I'm okay, pal.
But maybe we oughta forget the card tricks.
Midvale City, straight ahead, Grape Ape.
There's plenty of room for you to try
your act out here, Grape Ape.
You might just make it into the big time
with a tumbling act, huh?
Okay, pal, for beginners, let's see you do a
double somersault and a layout with a triple twist.
Gotcha.
Uh-oh, I goofed.
When he hits the ground--
Grape Ape, hold it right there!
Huh?
I'll be right back, don't go away.
Okay, pal, come on ahead.
Here I come!
Grape Ape, Grape Ape.
I'm sorry.
Don't worry, pal.
It's nothin' that can't be fixed.
Hey, listen pal, we gotta come up with something soon
if you're gonna win that talent contest.
Uh, how are you with uh, bird calls?
I do a good canary.
Chirp, chirp.
Oh, come on, Grape, there's nothin' to do in bird calls.
All we have to do is whistle.
Gotcha, here it goes, Grape Ape.
Caw, caw.
Not bad, try it again so I can figure out
what kind of bird call that is.
Caw, caw.
Uh-oh, now I know what that bird call is.
It's a meadow stalk mating call.
Caw, caw.
A gorillalalala! Caw.
Well, I hate to say this, pal,
but I'm afraid your act is really for the birds.
Ha-ha-ha, that's a joke, son. Ha-ha-ha.
I'm just not show biz, Beegley Beagley.
Oh, forget it, pal.
Everyone has their ups and downs.
We'll just figure something out.
Uh-oh, Grape, watch your step!
Whoops, sorry, Grape Ape.
Oh, ah, Grape Ape.
A gorillalalala!
Oh, ah, Grape Ape, Grape Ape.
- Oh, ah...Grape Ape, Grape Ape. - Wow, what a fantasterrific singer!
Yeah, he's so groovy, I can't stand it.
Aww!
Fantasterrifically groovy!
I think I've just discovered the biggest rock star in history.
And now, ladies and gentlemen,
the final entry in our big amateur talent hunt,
a rock and roll singing group, all by himself, Grape Ape.
Okay, Grape Ape, take it away.
Oh, ah, Grape Ape, Grape Ape.
Oh, ah...
I should've told him not to tap his foot.
Al Gimme, high-powered, fast-talkin' talent agent speakin'.
Hello, Al, it's me, Sam.
Hey, listen, listen, I just heard about a fantastic
new rock and roll singer at the Bijou, he-he.
Really fantastic.
No kiddin', well, thanks for callin', Sam.
Oh, sounds like a hot property.
I'd gotta check it out.
Bijou Theater, this is the manager speaking.
Hey, Phil, this is Al Gimme.
I heard one of your acts really brought the house down.
Yeah, you could say that.
Wow, thanks, Phil!
Here it is, one of my standard everything for me,
nothing for them contracts, huh-huh.
Now, I'd better find that rock and roll singer fast,
and sign him up before someone else does.
Boy, when you bring down the house,
you do bring down the house.
It's no wonder they made you the winner, pal.
Too bad we had to give them back the prize money
to pay for wreckin' the theater.
Sorry.
Well, don't give it a second thought, my purple pal.
You are gonna be a big star.
Gee, Beegley Beagley, me, a star?
You betcha.
Now, I'm gonna make some phone calls
about a costume and interviews with a fan magazine
and contracts with record companies, and let me see uh,
movie producers and a--
Gee, Beegley Beagley, me a star.
So, you wait for me in the car, Grape Ape.
I'll be back soon.
Hahaha, but not soon enough, ha-ha.
Are you Grape Ape?
Yeah, that's me, Grape Ape, Grape Ape.
I am Al Gimme, president of Gimme Records.
Your friend just called me and told me to sign you
to a big recordin' contract.
Gee, am I gonna be star?
Right, you are gonna be a star?
Haha, and I am gonna be rich.
So, give me your thumb print on the dotted line.
Gotcha.
Whoops, sorry, Mr. Gimme.
Oh, that's all right, kid, just give me--
Hey, terrific news, pal.
I-- what's the matter,pal?
Mr. Gimme.
- Mr. who? - Al Gimme,
Grape Ape's new manager.
Huh?
His manager?
Here's his thumb print on the contract.
Take my word for it, he's mine, all mine.
Now, get lost.
Come on, Grape Ape.
Uh-uh!
I'm goin' with my pal, Beegley Beagley.
No, Grape Ape.
You signed the contract,
so you really have to go with him.
But, Beegley Beagley.
Well, I guess you and me just gotta split up our act.
Come back, little Beegley.
Don't go, Grape Ape.
[The Saturday Evening Toast]
Al Gimme, high-powered, fast-talk--
Oh, hiya, Sam.
Yeah, yeah, I signed up the big ape.
Did you see his picture
on the side of The Saturday Evening Post?
He's on the cover of News Leak, too, ha-ha.
He's the hottest thing in show biz,
and he doesn't even make his debut until tonight.
Oh, it's better this way, Grape Ape.
Now, you go out there and you knock 'em dead.
Mr. Grape Ape, you're on.
I'll be watchin' ya out front, pal.
And now, ladies and gentlemen, here he is,
making his debut in front of millions of
television viewers all over the world.
The great Grape Ape singing his famous song,
written by himself, "Oh, ah, Grape Ape, Grape Ape."
Hit it.
Uh-oh, he's frozen stiff with stage fright.
Come on, pal, come on, baby, you can do it.
Sing, baby, sing.
He's holding up the show, get rid of him.
Yeow!
Here, you can have this contract back, kid.
Oh-oh, imagine me, Al Gimme, tied up with
the biggest flop in the history of show biz.
And he tore up your contract.
That means we can be a team again.
I'm glad, Beegley Beagley.
Ah, signal for a left turn here, will ya, pal?
Okie-dokie.
Grape Ape, watch it!
Put your arm down!
Whoops, sorry, Grape Ape, Grape Ape.
Well, pal, that was some signal.
You may not be right for show business,
but you sure would be a star in the wreckin' business.
Yeah, Beegley Beagley, I'll fix it.
Grape Ape, Grape Ape.
Nice and neat.
Ow!
Oh, ah, Grape Ape, Grape Ape.
What a ham.
Oh, ah, Grape Ape, Grape Ape...
Great night for a drive-in movie, eh, Grape Ape?
Yeah, sure, Beegley Beagley.
Pop-corn, candy, chocolate, licorice, cola.
And uh, don't forget the movie, my purple pal.
Movie, movie, movie.
Okay, okay, enough with the movie.
Uh, two please, one Beagle and one under 12 ticket.
Oh, oh, which one of you is under 12?
My pal, Grape Ape.
Uh, he's just tall for his age.
Yeow, a gorill--
Oh, wait just a minute.
You never can tell who might be watching.
Oh, there, that's much better.
Now, yeow, a gorillalalalala!
Uh, she seems to have stepped out for a minute.
Well, I'll just leave the money here for her.
- A gorilalalala! - A gorilalalala!
What happened to all the people, Beegley Beagley?
Must be a horror movie.
Hey, the picture's startin'.
Space race.
Yeow, a gorillalalala!
Even the star of the movie doesn't wanna stick around, ha.
Must be a doozey.
Pop-corn, candy, licorice, cola.
Enough, Grape Ape, enough.
We have to be astronauts
to afford the sky-high bill for all this.
Yeah, astronauts, Grape Ape.
Say, now that's not such a bad idea.
Fame, fortune, our own space suits.
We could be national heroes, Grape Ape.
Hero, oh, yeah.
Hero, Grape Ape.
Halt, who goes there?
Just me, Beegle Beagle, your guardship.
And me, Grape Ape, too, Grape Ape.
Hmm, a Beagle and a pair of purple feet.
We wanna be astronauts.
No chance, we're all booked up.
- Oh, but we're-- - No chance,
now, go away, buddy.
Okay, come on, Grape Ape.
Those feet look like nice guys,
but that Beagle looked mighty suspicious.
Now, what, Beegley Beagley?
I'll think of somethin'.
I bet if I were a rocket, I could get inside, hahaha.
That's a joke, Grape Ape.
I just thought of somethin'.
Halt, who goes there?
Oh, it's just a rocket mechanic and uh, his rocket, sir.
Proceed.
Okay, rocket, uh, this way.
Okie-dokie, Beegley Beagley.
Hmm, there's something suspicious about that mechanic.
Hmm, astronaut training.
Well, this must be the place to sign up.
Let's go in.
Okay, Beegley, in ya go. Grape Ape.
Uh, excuse me, sir, but uh, where do us astronauts sign up?
You, an astronaut? Ha-ha-ha-huh.
Don't make me laugh.
An astromutt, maybe, but never an astronaut.
I will just as soon enlist a 40-foot purple ape.
Ha-ha-ha-huh-huh.
Ah, then maybe you'll want us both.
What is this I'm seeing?
A 40-foot purple me, Grape Ape.
Well, who's arguing with a 40-foot Grape Ape.
Come in, come in.
Yes, sir, comin' in.
Wait, wait, don't come in.
I'll come out.
Uh, then we are hired?
- You got a deal, boys. - Oh, boy, oh, boy.
I, Eric Von Eric am head of astronaut training
here at the space center.
- Sounds important, Grape Ape. - It is important.
And you will make me world famous.
Soon, you will be launched in a rocket,
just like that one.
It almost got away, haha, Grape Ape.
It was supposed to.
Sorry.
I think you have a lot to learn about the astronaut business.
And we will begin right away.
Now, in this class, you will learn about space.
Two plus two is four.
Four plus four is eight.
Eight plus eight is uh...
Hold it down, pal.
If we're gonna be astronauts, we gotta learn about space.
Okay, I always get stuck on eight plus eight anyway, Beegley.
If I may proceed, this is the Moon.
Hmm, looks kinda small to be the Moon, Mr. Von Eric.
Yeah, dinky tiny, teensy weensy, Mr. Eric, Grape Ape.
This is a model of the Moon.
Hmm, I guess this space center can't afford the real thing, huh?
Poor space center, Grape Ape.
Put that back.
I think he's right, Grape Ape. Better put it back.
Okie-dokie, Beegley Beagley.
Hey, beautiful shot, my pal.
Huh, after we become astronauts,
maybe later we'll become uh, basketball stars.
I never had this problem with Arm Neilstrong.
Wow, it looks just like the Moon in here.
Exactly, this will give you an idea of what to expect on the Moon.
Uh, what's this?
This is a lunar crater.
Hmm, looks like that crater done sank, Grape Ape, huh.
Why don't you fix it for 'em.
Fix the crater, fix the crater.
Here's the way we fix the crater.
What is he doing?
What's he doin', he's fixin' your crater, Mr. Von Eric.
But he can't do that, he just can't--
You're supposed to say thank you, Grape Ape.
Thank you, Grape Ape.
You're welcome.
Uh, you see, Grape Ape's mother don't taught him perfect manners.
I see, I see.
Let's get on with the next lesson.
Say, these anti-gravity boots Eric Von Eric gave us
are really somethin', huh?
Look, Beegley Beagley.
I'm flyin', tweet, tweet, tweet.
At last, something they can do.
Tweet, tweet, tweet.
Mr. Von Eric, Grape Ape just flew away.
Follow that ape.
He's headin' toward town.
Tweet, tweet, tweet.
Grape Ape, come back, Grape.
Tweet, tweet, tweet.
I'm comin', my purple pal.
Yeow!
Hi, Beegley Beagley, Grape Ape.
Come on, pal, we is goin' back to the space center.
Waa, I wanna balloon like that one, waa!
I have come to a decision.
Don't tell us, you're gonna fire us.
You're gonna fire us, Mr. Eric?
Grape Ape.
Yes, I am going to fire you, on the very next rocket.
Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy...
Stop him, stop him.
Cool it, Grape Ape, cool it.
Us astronauts gotta take things calmly, you know.
Oh, yeah.
Whoopee, we're astronauts, yahoo!
I am going to be famous.
The first grape ape in space.
Uh, and beagle, don't forget Beegle Beagle.
Uh, for the papers, that's spelled with two B's and two eagles.
Have a good trip.
Bye-bye, Mr. Eric.
Who-who-who, I'll be famous.
I'll get rid of them at last.
Hooray for me!
Now, let's see, 10, 9, 8--
that takes too long.
Fire!
Ha-ha-huh.
Give my regards to the Moon, my friends.
We sure will, Eric Von Eric.
Just as soon as we get there.
Oh, no, this is a catastrophone.
I guess Grape Ape was just a
might too heavy for that rocket, hmm?
Sorry.
Better luck next time, huh?
There won't be a next time.
I've got an immediate solution.
How do you like these space booties?
Smart thinkin', yes?
Uh, yeah, but with this anti-gravity boots,
we'll go straight to the Moon without passing go.
I know, I know, that's the idea.
Here we go again, Beegley Beagley.
Bon voyage.
Hey, how 'bout this, Grape Ape?
The first orbiting grape station. Ha-ha-ha-ha-who.
Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet.
You're right, my purple pal.
This astronaut business is really for the birds.
Yeah, for the birds, tweet, tweet, tweet.
Hahaha, you're right, chirp, chirp, chirp, hahaha.
- Tweet. - Chirp, chirp, chirp.
Huh-huh-huh. Ha-ha-ha-ha.
Tweet, tweet, tweet. Ha-ha-ha-ha.
Tweet, ha-ha-ha...
By : Reza Fa.