Alright, Abby, you ready for your first driving lesson?
Good. Now, the most important thing you wanna remember-
What's this button do? [presses the button]
Well, those are the windshield wipers.
Ooh! What's this? [honks the horn]
[irritated] Shhh, Mrs. Beady will hear you!
Can you crank the A/C? My thighs are stickin' to the seat.
Hey, what if I punch this real hard?
[Abby punches the dashboard, causing the airbag to inflate]
AAAH! The car's inflating its giant stink sack!
Hang on, I got it. [deflates the bag]
Okay, Otis, she's hotwired and ready to go.
Nice job, buddy. Alright, Abby. Now put 'er in reverse, and give 'er some gas.
You got it! I'll try not to hit Mrs. Beady.
See, that's great. You're already thinking defensively. That's the first sign of a good--
[The animals have crashed Mrs. Beady's car and have run away just as the police show up.]
Officer, thank goodness you're here!
Alright, hands in the air, speed racer!
But... this wasn't my fault. It was the talking barn animals.
Just calm down, sir! [speaking into his P.A.] Yeah, Gertie, I got another guest for the hoo-hoo house. Yeah, huh-huh. Real bag of pistachios. [walks up to Mrs. Beady] Okay, lady. Let's you and me take a little trip.
I'm telling you, there were barn animals in my back seat!
[guides Mrs. Beady to his car] Yeah, yeah, tell everything to the nice ice cream men.
What?! I don't like ice cream! Take your strong, firm hands off me! I want a lawyer!
BABarn Animals
[singing] Good riddance, Mrs. Beady! Good riddance, Mrs. Beady! Good riddance, Mrs. Beady-y-y-y-y-y...!
[singing] You nosy meddlesome crank!
[The animals cheer.]
This is one sweet deal. We get some much needed "us" time, and Mrs. Beady gets to make macaroni bracelets at Camp Drools-A-Lot.
[The animals laugh.]
[worried] Oh, sure. If as she doesn't mind the straitjackets, the padded cells, the burly nurses force-feeding you applesauce...
What? Freddy, what are you talking about?
And don't get me started on the shock therapy! Zzz-ding! Zzz-ding! Soup's on!
Ah, stop! What do you mean? Shock therapy? Why would anyone do that to her?
Otis, she said talking animals crashed her car. That sounds crazy to me, and I'm a talking animal.
This is awful, and it's all our fault. Mrs. Beady may be annoying, but she's still our friend. Neighbor. Well, lady. Alright, organism. It doesn't matter! We are breaking her out of Camp Hoo-Hoo! [the other animals look disappointed] Alright, after we eat the cake.
[The animals cheer.]
Hey, Freddy, this place isn't that bad. I mean, look, there's fresh fruit and TVs in every room.
Oh, sure. First, they soften you up, then ZAP! They screw you into a light socket and use you read by! Zzz-ding!
[writing personal advertisement for the Farmer] Let's see now...Gloomy farmer seeking anyone with pulse. Hmm...We should hot it up a little.
Write he's rich. The ladies love cheddar.
And he got to have muscles!
[writing] Rich, beefcakey farmer.
Yes, but don't write farmer! Write [writing] exploding lion tamer.
Even more bulky! And write that he has a pony! [writing] Has a pony...
Okay, I will read it to you. Reflag 7-star number sign glare...Man, I wish we had fingers!
I can do it. [jumps on the keyboard] There, what do you think?
[reading] Wealthy, agricultural mogul with body of a Teutonic god wants to share his heart with you.
[Everybody likes it]
I can't believe no one's responded yet.
Now, now, Otis, you can't expect a miracle to just zoom up out of nowhere.
[The Farmer's date, Ivana Sugardaddy, arrives in her car.]
[looks up into the sky with his hands out] You can't expect a plate of boneless chicken to just drop out of nowhere! ...I'M WAITING!
Check it out. That's the sixth night in a row they've been out together.
And you know what that means.
Their next date is free with the purchase of a large soda?
No. It means that the Saturday night party train is pulling back into the station! All aboard!
[Otis turns the switch on, starting the party. He dances in a conga line with the other animals.]
Otis wants to part-ay! Abby likes to part-ay! Pig, he is so pork-ay! Ferret, he likes satay!
[All stuck in the chicken coop]
Gotta say, not too crazy about the new digs.
I don't know. I kind of like it. It gives the chance to really know each other, like the various meats of a hoagie.
