After [Snowball], Pinky! He's about to engage the machine!
Pinky
Poit! I didn't even know they were going steady. We really ought to bring a gift, Brain. [Brain grabs him and runs after Snowball.] You know where they're registered? Congratulations, Snowball! We're so happy for you and your fianceé! A hamster engaged to a big machine? What will people say?
Stop being foolish, Pinky.
Pinky
Oh you're right, Brain, as long as they're happy. We should get them something nice; a fondue set, maybe. I mean, after all, we are getting tight hats in the bargain.
[That night, at the National Archives, Brain, wrapped in bandages with his arm in a sling after his injuries at the golf by former president Gerald Ford, looks up at Pinky through the mail slot]
Now reel me up, Pinky. Slowly.
[Using a fishing pole, Pinky slowly reels him up]
Pinky
Poit! Are you sure you don't wanna rest a bit?
[Brain bumps his bandaged foot at the door each time he sways back and forth]
There's no time to rest, Pinky. Ooh! Now that we have the document signed… Ah! …we must place it in the National Archives… [groans as if to say, "Doors!"] …so that it can be discovered. Ow!
[He reaches the top of the mail slot]
Now, push open the mail slot and hoist me in.
Pinky
OK.
[Pinky accidentally lets go of the reel and pushes the mail slot open. Brain screams and hits the ground. Inside, Pinky lands on the floor]
Pinky
Hold on, Brain!
[He reels the fishing pole line quickly. Brain grabs the rolled-up document and hangs on for dear life as he bumps the mail slot, then falls and lands hard on the floor]
Pinky
Poit! Are you alright, Brain?
[Three policemen jump out of the way as the man drives a pick-up truck and stops. Sloane, Brain, Pinky and the reporters watch with surprised looks. As the reporters chatter in confusion, the man gets out of the truck]
MMan
Don't worry, little guy, I'll save you from those big government fellas!
No! We don't need to be saved!
[He and Pinky gasp as the man grabs them and runs back to his truck, taking them in with him]
MMan
Well, Big Jake is going to save you anyway, whether you like it or not!
[The man, now named Big Jake, or more shortly known as Jake, drives off as three more policemen jump out of the way. Sloane picks up the document]
Hey! Aren't you going after him?
[Two policemen glance at each other before running off. Three police cars chase Jake's truck]
What are you doing? Who are you? Are you mad?
You don't have to thank me. This is just like when the black helicopters took away Heshimu. Y'all remember Heshimu?
[Pinky shrugs at Brain as if saying, "I don't remember."]
Of course not, they don't want you to remember! The people thought he disappeared in Sumatra with a big gerbil! Actually, he tried to borrow the elephant man's skeleton!
[Jake pulls the lever and pushes the gas pedal with his foot as his truck goes faster, causing Brain and Pinky to hit the window. Two police cars block Jake's path but he takes a shortcut off a cliff as the mice scream]
Mr. Whipple wasn't the tidy bowl man! I'm telling you, he was not the tidy bowl man!
[Brain and Pinky are pressed onto the seat as if hanging on for dear life]
Pinky
Make it stop, Brain! Make it stop!
This guy is one green maraschino cherryshire of a fruit cake, Pinky. Let's get outta here!
[Brain opens the door of the truck, causing him and Pinky to fly out of here while screaming. They bounce on the grassy field when they see a police car heading straight for them. Its tire rolls over them and launches them into a sign reading: "Welcome to Virginia". Pinky spots something in the sky]
Pinky
Narf! I see an angel coming for us.
[Brain stands up looking dizzy]
I see clams. Big shirtless clams.
Pinky
No, Brain, really.
[A bald eagle swoops down and grabs the duo in its talons then flies off. A helicopter hits the eagle, causing it to drop Pinky and Brain. Back with Jake]
And they say those UFOs are just pie plates. Well, they are pie plates! Alien pie plates!
[Brain and Pinky fly back into the truck]
And whatever happened to eating track tapes? It's a conspiracy, you know?!
[The truck drives out of sight]
[Elsewhere, an angry mob is gathered outside Jake's cabin while holding signs that read: "Free Harold Foster Brain!", "Put a Brain in Charge!", and "We Want Brain!". A car stops and the agent from the FBI, a blonde man wearing shades, steps out and holds a megaphone]
FFBI Agent
Police to Harold Foster Brain, come out with your hands up.
[Sitting on a camera catwalk, Sloane taps his shoulder to get his attention]
Officer, you're blocking my shot!
[Inside the cabin, Jake hides behind the window]
I'm not coming out! No way! We don't recognize the 40s of your illegally constituted government!
FFBI Agent
[on megaphone; offscreen] I promise, we'll not turn you over to the aliens or Mr. Whipple.
[Brain and Pinky sit in Jake's chair]
Pinky, we're trapped by a mad man! Try not to panic.
Pinky
'K.
[Pinky spots a remote to the chair]
Pinky
Poit! [gasps] Look, Brain! Magic fingers.
[He presses a button and the chair vibrates which causes Brain to fall onto the floor. Jake approaches them]
Quick! Put on these tin-foiled hats so they can't control your minds.
[Wearing a tin-foiled hat over his own hat, he puts one on Brain's rear and another on Pinky's head. Pinky looks amazed at it]
Pinky
[vibrating] Ooh! Narf! Thank you!
Perhaps we're approaching this in the wrong way, Mister, uh, Big Jake. If I might go out and talk to the authorities.
No, Your Leadership, the people need you! That's why I have to keep you locked in here! If you go out there, they'll get you and you'll never be heard from again! Why do you think Elvis had to go to hiding? And whatever happened to Joyce DeWitt?!
But we can't stay here forever.
Sure we can. You can rule from right here, and we can print our own jacks.
[After everyone realizes that the real Harold Foster Brain is Joyce DeWitt]
MMan
Come on, everybody! Let's go over to Joyce DeWitt's house!
[As the people run off, Jake steps out of his cabin, glaring at Pinky and Brain as he holds them by their tails]
You lied to me! You're one of them!
[He kicks them out and they land on the ground]
[offscreen] And give me back my hats!
[He takes the hats back and slams the door offscreen]
Pinky
[sadly] Poit! I'll miss him.
Yes, it isn't often you meet an election up here, isn't it, Pinky?
Pinky
Mm-mm.