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.
13_S.P.L.A.T's Back (Part1)- S.P.L.A.T's Back (Part2)
This is the city.
These are the gallant men in blue,
who guard it's citizens against evil forces.
That is, until the city was struck by an unstoppable
crime wave, and the most diabolical villain ever.
The chicken.
Yes!
I and my feathered friends just flew in for a little scratch.
Or should I say, a fortune in platinum?
Beautiful, my airborne buddies.
Now, back to our nests. Huh-huh-huh-huh.
Gape a sharp lookout, men, especially for a giant chicken.
Funny you should say that, chief.
Wait, you really are a giant chicken.
Get busy, my feathered flock.
Fantastic, my feathered friends.
Let us be on the wing.
- I'll stop you. - Nobody can...
...stop the chicken, huh-huh-huh-huh-huh.
Hmm, he was right, that chicken got the loot
and all I got is a...a feather allergy.
This...feels like a job for the special
police licensed animal team, better known as SPLAT.
What a beautiful spot for a picnic.
Far from the city, the smog, and all the problems.
What more could a guy ask for, Grape Ape?
Either I have a ringing in my ears,
or my head's ringing.
Mine, too, Beagley.
Aha, it's not in our heads, Grape, it's in my tale.
It's my secret SPLAT tale-aphone.
Hello, this is SPLAT, special police trained animal team,
officer Beagle speaking.
This is the chief.
Uh, anything SPLAT can do?
Yes, catch the convict who gave me this...
This is the same convict behind the crime wave.
Oh, now, well, how about a description?
A giant...chicken.
Oh, there's no such thing as a, huh,
giant chicken, my purple pal.
You're kiddin', Beagley.
Well, did you ever see one?
Uh-huh.
- Where? - There.
[Feed Store]
Golly, Grape, you're right.
Uh, hold it, right there.
Quickly, my pets, we have company.
Uh, hold it there, big chicken.
You and your fowl friends is under arrest.
Huh-huh-huh-huh.
You dumb cluck, nobody can stop the chicken.
- I'm gonna stop you, chicken. - Really? Hahahaha.
Don't make me cackle.
And there's more bird seed where that came from.
Why didn't you stop him, Grape?
You said you would.
Anyway, this just proves that crime doesn't pay.
How come?
All they got was chicken feed.
Hey, look, one of there sacks must've had a leak,
let's get movin'.
Okie-dokie.
All those seeds.
Hmm, end of the trail and a perfect hideout
for the bird bunch, a bird sanctuary.
Now, keep out of sight,
and keep a lookout for that giant chicken.
I'm gonna make the bust.
Okie-dokie, Beagley.
All right, everybody, wings up.
I'm takin' you birds in for some questioning.
Woa, that'll be a problem, woa!
Uh, you're right, all I got are handcuffs,
I need some wing cuffs.
That's not your only problem,
the aviary's closed to the public.
Uh, SPLAT!
SPLAT-SPLUT, I'm going to call the police.
Uh, shucks, mister bird keeper, I am the police.
Then I'll call your chief.
Shucks, I'm gonna call him myself,
so as he can come lock up big chicken's gang.
You're the one who should be locked up.
You're going to arrest all the birds in the aviary?
Yup, chief, it's the chicken's mob.
I'll be right over.
Uh-huh, so the chicken is here.
Indeed, I am, chief.
All right, chicken, I'm...taking you in.
Darn this, ah-choo, feather allergy.
Golly, Grape, the chief must've got lost.
Uh, let's say we do some investigating.
Okie-dokie.
- Now, keep in contact by radio. - Huh?
Your toe-aphone, remember?
Oh, yeah.
Listen, Grapeo, you better test it.
Beagle to Grape, Beagle to Grape, do you read me?
Uh-huh, roger, over and out.
Holding me as a hostage won't save you, chicken,
not from SPLAT.
They'll never rest, not until you're caged.
Precisely, that's why you're...calling them off the case.
No way, chicken.
Oh, I...have a way.
Ouch!
I call it the..."chicken feather treatment."
Oh, no, no, not that, my...
allergy is bad enough.
You have not yet begun to sneeze.
Ah-choo!
I can't stand it no more, chicken, ah-choo!
Gesundheit, now, call off SPLAT, or you get
the full feather treatment.
Hmm, the city's one hope doomed by my...allergy.
Attention, all SPLATs,
this is the...chief.
Uh, this is SPLAT.
I'm taking you off the... chicken case immediately.
But chief, we're just about to pluck that big chicken.
Off the case, that's an order.
Huh-huh-huh-huh.
Excellent chief, excellent.
Now I can pull my last, and biggest job, in peace.
What are you gonna do with me?
You shall be added to my aviary.
I've always wanted a... bald-headed, blue-chested,
flat-footy as a pet, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.
Very funny chicken, but... justice will prevail.
Oh, really,
now that SPLAT's off my tail feathers
the coast is clear, huh-huh-huh-huh.
- Hmm, mighty suspicious. - What?
The clucking sound on the line.
Either we had a bad connection,
or the chicken has the chief.
Uh-oh.
There's only one thing we gotta do, Grape.
We gotta go undercover.
I could fool my mama in this disguise.
Me too, Grape Ape.
Now, uh, here's my plan.
While I... join the gang, you stand by for the arrest.
- Got it? - Got it.
Okay, let's move out.
All right, punks, who's in charge here?
Big Bad Bird's my name, crookin's my game, see?
What do you want here, woa?
Well, a guy in the big cage said to come see the chicken,
he could use a tough bird, like me, see?
S-sure, bad Bad Bird, I'll check with the boss.
Big Bad Bird, eh?
Hmm, you might be useful for my strong wing work.
But first, you have to pass the test.
Test, how come?
To see if you're an honest crook or
or an undercover SPLAT.
Okay, you're the boss.
- You hear that, Grape? - Yup.
Swell, then follow close, I may need some help.
Okie-dokie.
I still say you're flippin' your feathers, chicken.
Uh, who ever heard of a police bird?
We'll see, hey, that tree, it's following us.
Gee, chicken, next thing you'll be saying that 40-foot tree
is a 40-foot SPLAT.
We'll soon find out.
For part of the test,
you will use this power saw on it.
If it's a tree, we'll have firewood.
But if it's a SPLAT, hahaha, he'll be splinters.
Uh, yeah, gulp, and, uh, what's see the other part?
You will use this feather of torture on the chief.
No, oh, no, not that!
- Uh, these are the tests? - Yup,
and if you fail,
where would you like your feathers sent?
Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh.
Gulp!
Will this be the end of SPLAT?
Can officer Beagle snuff out his chief with sneezes?
Make kindling wood out of his best friend and partner?
How will poor Beagle solve this unsolvable problem?
And what if he should fail?
Oh, that chicken, I'm almost afraid to watch.
But, (sigh) I'll have to,
or the suspense will simply kill me.
Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh...
Huh-huh-huh-huh...
Oh, no, this is it, folks.
Will SPLAT officer Beagle pass the chicken's
diabolical tests?
Make saw dust out of his best friend?
Cause the chief to sneeze himself out of this world?
Or will Beagle fail and seal his own doom?
I guess we'll just have to cross our fingers and gulp...
hope for SPLAT.
Okay, proceed with the tests, Bad Bird.
You have three...minutes.
Okay, leave it to me, boss.
No, please...
- Relax, chief, it's me. - SPLAT,
I knew I could count on you to goof up my orders.
Uh, got a plan?
Me got a plan, haha, yup, the old fake-a-rooney bit.
And, uh, make it sound bad.
It is bad.
What's the plan, Beagley?
The old switch-a-roo.
You and the park bench, ha-ha, got it, Grape?
Got it, Beagley.
Okay, guys, let's hit it.
Aw, what torture, I can't stand it, ah-choo!
You're badder than bad, Bad Bird!
Ah-choo!
Time's up, Bad Bird.
Uh, shucks, I was just startin' to have some fun.
Oh, chicken... feed me to the lions, anything, ah-choo!
Just keep him away from me.
Huh-huh-huh-huh.
Congratulations, Bad Bird, you passed the test...
with flying colors.
Any bird as rotten as you deserves to be my right wing.
Now you're cluckin', chicken, just give me a chance
and I'll show you what I really mean.
You'll get that chance tonight.
Tonight, swell, what's the action?
The richest man in the world and his treasures
arrive here tonight...by ship.
You're kiddin', the docks will be swarming with cops, see?
Yeah, but we'll strike at sea, see?
You're kiddin', do I look like a seagull?
I'm not sure what you look like,
but you have wings.
Uh, yeah, that did slip my mind, haha.
So, that's the plan, partner.
Gotcha
But you better switch disguises.
The chicken might get suspicious if he's uh, followed by a tree.
Gotcha, again.
And, uh, stick close, these birds really mean business.
Let's move it, mob.
We don't wanna keep the richest man in the world waiting, huh...
Ah, there it is, huh-huh-huh.
Right on schedule.
Take off!
Sure, chicken, just one sec.
Beagle to Grape, Beagle to Grape, all set?
Yup, Beagley.
As soon as I give the signal,
you surround the ship, got it?
Got it.
Good, let's go.
Okay, wings, do your stuff.
Woa, we got the captain and crew locked up, chicken.
Terrific, the ship's ours.
And so is the treasure.
But where's Bad Bird?
Yeow, wow!
You clumsy feather brain,
don't you know how to fly?
Oh, sure chicken, I'm a great flyer,
but a terrible lander.
Oh, never mind, just follow me, I'll need a
pair of strong...wings to carry off the treasure.
Coming, just as soon as I unruffle my feathers.
Beagle to Grape, Beagle to Grape.
Close in, we rendezvous in 30 seconds for the arrest.
Okay?
Okie-dokie.
And, uh, keep out of sight.
Okie-dokie.
Good luck, my purple pal.
Blub, blub,
blub, blub.
Blub, blub, huh?
I gotta remember to do somethin' about my friend's diction.
Well, world's richest man,
after I relive you of your treasure,
ha-ha-ha, I'll be the world's richest chicken.
Now, where is it?
The next suite, eh?
Thank you, go get it Bad Bird.
Bad Bird?
That does it Bad Bird, You're fired, wherever you are. But that...
Ha-ha-ha, after tonight's haul, who cares,
I'm retiring, ha-ha-ha-ha.
Ah, a fortune in treasure,
and it's all...mine.
Success, my pets.
Now,
to feast our eyes on my treasure.
Woa, that ain't no treasure, that's bad Bad Bird!
You mean bad news for you bad birds.
I've got you now.
Not again, knock it off, will ya?
Give it up, chicken, you're surrounded by SPLAT.
And you're nuts!
Hold it, watch this.
Beagle to Grape, Beagle to Grape.
Come and get him!
Blub, blub.
Glub, glub?
I'm still...watching
and there's not another SPLAT in sight.
Shucks, guess I'll have to take you in the hard way.
Single-pawed.
Huh-huh-huh-huh.
After him, my pets.
Back off, you feather dusters.
They don't call me "brick-breakin' Beagle" for nothin'.
Don't worry, you meddling mutt, huh-huh-huh.
Those brick-breakers won't do you any good
where you're goin'.
Oh, yeah, and where's that?
For a swim, huh-huh-huh-huh.
Uh, some other time, chicken, I'm all, uh, tied up now.
Oh, that's all right, the sharks won't mind.
Uh, gulp, you won't get away with this.
Huh-huh-huh, and who's gonna stop me?
Who, SPLAT, right, Grape Ape?
Right, Beagley.
Charge!
Shoo, birdies, shoo.
The treasure's mine, all mine.
Hold it chicken, you is caught, get him, Grape.
Huh-huh-huh-huh...
Got him.
Whoops, had him.
I'll take care of his mob, you get him again.
Here, chicky, chicky.
Nobody gets the the chicken!
You got us, woa!
Shucks, fellas, weren't your fault.
This here bird whistle made you obey the chicken's orders.
You mean, woa, we're free?
Yup.
Everybody back to the aviary!
So the chicken used a speed boat for his getaway, hmm?
Uh-huh.
Then we'll have to use something faster to get him.
What's that?
Ha-ha-ha, you, my purple pal.
Uh, faster, blub, blub, faster, blub, blub, blub.
Okie, blub, blub, dokie.
An island, huh-huh-huh-huh...
I got away.
Now, with my treasure, I can live like chicken a la king.
Correction, chicken.
Where you're goin', you're gonna live like a jail bird.
What a sneaky trick, disguising yourself...as an island.
Well, yeah,
almost as sneaky as disguising yourself as a chicken,
mister bird keeper.
Impossible, my scheme was fool-proof.
Huh, yeah, but not SPLAT-proof, right, Grape?
Right, Beagley.
Congratulations, SPLAT,
I just hope I won't need you again,
you're too hard on my...allergies.
Sorry, chiefy.
This is the chief.
What, the cat burglar?
Striking all over town?
Right away, commissioner.
Ha, another case for, uh, SPLAT?
Yes, ah-choo, unfortunately,
set get jumping.
Okie-dokie.
Yes, siree.
You know, Grape, after that chicken,
this cat case oughta be a picnic.
Oh, boy, I love picnics.
No, not that kind of picnic, Grape.
We'll have a picnic-picnic after this picnic, uh...
Oh, you know what I mean.
Okie-dokie doozy.
Once again, the city can relax,
knowing that with SPLAT on the job,
lives and property are safe.
Hey, watch those turn signals, Grape.
You just knocked a whole building down.
I'm sorry.
Yeah, well, that's okay, my purple pal.
That old building was condemned to be torn down anyway.
Now, after those crooks!
Okie-dokie do.
By : Reza Fa.