"Tonight, live from ghost planet, it's the first annual world premiere toon in" "with special guests brak, van partible, lokar, pat ventura, metalius, Craig mccracken, black widow, genndy tartakovsky, tansut, and geno mattes." "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the council of doom." "* Full of beer!" "What the... what, are you insane?" "Ok, ok!" "I hate him." "* Haiku!" "* Shorts, shorts!" "Shorts!" "Tonight's broadcast extravaganza will be simulcast on t.B.S., t.N.T., and the cartoon network." "Ok!" "And now, your host for the evening..." "the principal of outer space... space ghost!" "Greetings." "I'm space ghost from coast to coast on the cartoon network." "Welcome to the first annual world premiere toon in." "We're rolling as we speak still?" "Ok, good." "Tonight, 5 directors from the Hanna barbera cartoon studio will compete against each other in front of an audience of millions and millions for a big prize." "Each director will be judged in random categories by the council of doom." "The winner will be the winner..." "When he wins, and the winning director will have his cartoon premiered at the end of the show." "Ok." "Here to tell you how the votes are tabulated, from the accounting firm of brice/westinghouse, blip the monkey." "Huh?" "What are you saying, blip?" "What are you saying?" "I can't understand a word you're saying!" "Ok, get the monkey off the stage." "Now let's meet the judges... the council of doom." "Tansut... a vicious alien from the s." "K. System." "He likes to mold things out of scalding-hot tar." "Hi, mom." "Hi, dad." "Predicate." "Ha ha." "Ok." "3-time nascar champion and conqueror of the dust mite planet... brak." "All hail brak!" "Hail?" "Black widow." "And next... mmm." "You look really good in those tights, honey." "Ooh, yucky." "Next, metalius... an armored warrior whose mere glance is enough to strike fear into the hearts of those weaker than he." "He collects fridge magnets and is a champion speed knitter." "And finally, lokar... a hideous locust who hails from the east." "He enjoys literature and books, and he likes to read colorful pamphlets to orphans." " Thank you, space ghost." " I'm esteemed." "Death to lokar." "Oh, please, zorak." "Your insipid habit of barking out ludicrous commands is nothing more than a blatant display of your lack of intelligence." "Oh, thank you, lokar." "That's just about the dumbest thing I ever heard." "Hey, now." "You bugs be nice." "Shut up!" "All rightie." "Who will be our first director?" "Dian?" "Are we on, or..." "Ha ha!" "Moltar, who's on first?" "Who's on second." " I don't know." " Who's on second?" "Right." "Ok." "Have you ever noticed the beautiful lighting in this studio?" "Yeah." "The cartoon network's  first annual world premiere toon in will be right back." "What does that mean?" "Hey, theworld premiere toon in is back." "Uh, what's a toon in?" "It's a franchise." "Oh, ok." "The first category is director's composure under extreme interrogation." "Our first contestant is pat ventura." "Tonight's contestants have been briefed on the rules governing each category." "What you are about to see is real." " These are not actors." " They're directors." " " " Welcome, pat." "Well, thank you very much." "I hope... what do you do?" "I'm a director." " " " Not yet, you clowns!" "Sorry." "Uh..." "Tell us about your cartoon." "Yuckie duck is a very hapless, uh, character." "He'll try to please, but no one appreciates it." "It's like the world against him." "Everything he touches just fouls up." "Let's look at the clip." "One juicy limburger cheese sandwich coming right up." "P.U.!" "This stuff smells worse than the back end of a wet moose in spring!" " Clip category." " Council gives..." "Tansut... 12.2." "Black widow... 109." " Brak... hello." " My name is brak." "What is it with you and talking ducks?" "Well, being a cartoon character, he just can do anything." "He'll talk, and I guess he talks because we just give him a voice." "You just decide on his voice, just like that?" "Uh..." "I..." "Ok, pat, solve the puzzle." "Wrong." "Too many vowels." "Oh, sor... council." "Hmm." "Not so good." "Do you sing?" "Uh, uh..." "No, I don't." "Dance?" "No, space ghost." " Don't sing." "Don't dance." " What do you do, pat?" "I'm a director." "Then direct me." "Well, you can do a cartoon with just... ok, I'm doing a cartoon." "Here we go." "I ama cartoon." "What's my motivation?" " Where am I?" " Why am I?" "What are the other characters doing?" "I guess the characters are doing superhuman feats in themselves." "Liking it." "They're doing feats, and I come in and I say..." "Uh... talk to me, pattie, baby." "Hello." "And my name is pat ventura." "Hello." "And my name is pat ventura." " Directing category." " Council gives..." "Ooh." "Sliding." "Well, thanks, pat." "We'll see you at the end of the show." "Thank you, space ghost." " You're welcome." " My next contestant is van partible." "The wrestler?" "No." "The director of Johnny bravo." "Hello, citizen part..." "Hey, do you know Ric flair?" "Hmm?" "Food!" "Food!" "You have a Danish." "Yes... give me the Danish!" "Okey-dokey." " No, van." " It's a trick." "He'll take your whole hand." "No, I doubt it, but it would be funny." "That would be comedy." "Wait a second, Chester." "Blood is not funny." " Blood is funny." " Van is the winner." "I totally love the ghost planet." "Citizen van, you chose the Danish." "Why?" " I have no idea." " It was the only thing there." "It was either a bagel or this cream-cheese frosting thing." "Food selection category." "Council gives..." "Council would have chosen the bagel." "Bad decision, van." "See, what I'm trying to do is chew and talk at the same time..." " talking-with-your- mouth-full category." " Council gives..." "Ooh, van." "Things aren't looking good." "Bad manners are never in vogue." "I guess." "It..." " " " Let's look at the clip." "Oh, man." "I dig it when chicks run." "Say, baby, how's about you and I... out of my way, mister." " " " Get off of me, you son of a handbag." "That ought to teach you a lesson in manners." "Now,that's my kind of woman." "Say, uh, what's the matter, little mama?" "Our prize gorilla has escaped from its cage." "Really?" "Really." "Enough about you." "Let's talk about me..." "Johnny bravo." " Clip category." " Council gives..." "You can do better than that, van." "I..." "I guess you're a critic." "Yup." "Ok." "Ha ha." "We'll be back in 2 and 2." " " " Only one cartoon will win." "Which one will it be?" "Stay tuned to find out." "Oh, goody." "Theworld premiere toon infranchise is back." "Excited?" "I am." "Welcome back." "Our next contestant is geno mattes." "Just beamed in from the oldenterprise." "Uh, thought I'd say hi." " Shatner method acting." " Council gives..." "Goose eggs." "Ha ha ha!" "But you'll have a chance to make that up." "Tell us what you do." "I am a animation director, designer..." "On the show  shake  flick." "Wrong." "Excuse me, space ghost." "You must answer in the form of a walrus." "Are you serious?" " Pardon the intrusion." " Don't you mean question?" "You have a question, lokar?" "No, lower brain form." "You mean he should answer in the form of a question." "Yes." "He should question in the form of an answer." "Good answer." "Question the answer, geno." "Who?" " You're good, buddy boy." " Now for the clincher." "This is totally serious." "You wouldn't understand my shouting braille when there's a blender in the oven." "Um, because our deflector shields were up, and communication was kind of garbled?" " Uh, we'll have to check with the judges." " Hold on." "You're back in the race." "Thank you, space ghost." "Not a problem, geno." "This is my 15 seconds of..." "Royal fame." "That's enough, son." "Ok." "Was I hamming it up a little too much?" "Roll the clip." "Survey says..." "Well, geno, you're doing ok." "Ok." "See you." "My next contestant is genndy tartakovsky." "Hey, what time is it?" "Welcome, comrade gins..." "It's good to be here, space ghost." "Thank you." "You're welcome." "You're welcome." "Yes, space ghost." "Yes, space ghost." " Mimic category." " Council gives..." "Hey!" "What time is it?" "!" "Tell us about your cartoon." "Yeah, Dexter is a boy genius... uh-huh." "Roll it." "You were playing withmydoll." "I can't believe you would walk intomyroom, takemydoll, take it back into your room, put it on your stinky, slimy machine, and then you..." "Ooh!" "What does this button do?" " Please, please." " Do not push the button." "You have no idea of what it..." "Does." "Clip category." "Survey says..." "Dexter is stupid." "Ooh." "What do you say to that, comrade?" "Well, he can just go ahd have his own opinion, and it won't bother me at all." "Hey, look at me!" "Self-restraint category." "Council gives..." "Council gives..." "Oh!" "There." "Ok, ginsburg, looks good." "Thank you, space ghost." ""Thank you, space ghost."" "Our last and final contestant is Craig mccracken." "Citizen Craig mccracken, come on down." " Thanks." " It's good to be here." "What do you do?" " I make cartoons." " I makethe powerpuff girls..." "About these 3 little kindergarten-age superheroes who fly around and beat up bad guys." "Oh." "Let's see the clip." "That's great." "Um, why aren't you, like, a big sheet just with, like, eyes cut in it, going, like, "woo-oo" and scary?" " I mean, why is that?" " I mean,that's, like, a ghost." "Uh, Craig... you know, I don't understand this whole yellow cape, black hood thing." "It's kind of strange to me." " " " Mccracken." "Not really spooky." "I'm not a scary ghost, Jim." "I'm a space ghost!" "Oh, is that it?" "Yes." "I'm the savior of the universe, a mature crime fighter of all evil." "I don't think crime fighting takes any specific age." "Quit thinking." "Ok, I mean, even babies could save the day if they had to." "Aren't you late for something?" "Mm-mm." "No." "Oh, I get it." "And it's not funny, is it?" "No, space ghost." "Get a haircut, mccracken." "All rightie!" "Now it's time to tabulate the scores and determine tonight's winning director." "Moltar." "And the winner is..." " " " Don't move, not a muscle." "The winning cartoon is coming up right after these messages." " " " Ah, there's more." "We now return to the conclusion of the cartoon network's world premiere toon in." "Let me do that again." "It's a tie..." "I think." "Isn't it?" "Yeah, it's a tie." "* Here he comes * it's a tie * it's a beautiful burnt-sienna tie * * for me * I want green * to match my spleen * * oh, what a beautiful tie * * look at blip * he is small * oh, what a monkey he is." "What?" "!" "Quit speaking monkey." "Ahem." "He said since it's a tie... yes, I believe it's a tie... you must have a tiebreaker." "Nope." "Since it's a tie, we'll have a swimsuit competition." "Lose the primate." "The tiebreaker category is the swimsuit competition." "Citizen pat ventura, go!" "No, space ghost." "Disqualified." "Van partible, swimsuit." "Go!" "Do I look at anybody?" "Danish." " Disqualified." " Geno mattes, swimsuit." "Go!" " Are you serious?" " Disqualified." "Comrade ginger snap, swimsuit." "Go!" " No, space ghost." " Disqualified!" "Last contestant..." "Craig mccracken, swimsuit." "Go!" "And the winner of the first annual toon in is..." "Craig mccracken." "Thank you, space ghost." "Oh, I love them." "Thank you, space ghost..." "Good night, everybody." "You're beautiful." "Here's the winning cartoon that won the winning... oh, roll the cartoon." "Thank you, space ghost." "Thank you." "Townsville mall... the quaint and happy consumer palace... is holding their annual jam contest." "Let's join them, shall we?" "Hello, everyone." "Hello, mayor." "Welcome to our annual jam contest." "It gives me great pleasure to introduce this year's judges... the powerpuff girls!" "Say hello to blossom..." "Hi." "Bubbles..." "And buttercup..." "Kill!" "The powerpuff girls!" "And, so, the powerpuff girls begin to judge." "As the crowd nervously awaits their decision, everyone is freaking out, except for this guy... fuzzy lumpkins." "Say, fuzzy, what's your secret?" "Oh, well, I'm going to win because my jam is special." "How's that?" "It's made of meat." "I made meat jam." "Oh." "Yup." "I can hear it now, "the winner is letter c."" "The winner is..." "Letter a!" " " " Oh, tough luck, fuzzy." "I'm not a loser." " I'm not a loser." " I'm not a loser." "I'm not a loser." "That went pretty good, huh?" "Yeah, all except for the meat jam." "It tasted like dog food." "Oh, I know." "It's those powerpuff girls who are losers." "They laughed at my..." "Meat jam, but it is I who will laugh last, for I have created the meat gun, a gun so powerful, it can turn anything and everything into meat!" "And with it, I will eat townsville." "Phone!" "Coming." "Coming." "Yes." "Yes." "Yes, blossom's here." "Blossom, telephone." "Ok." "Here she comes." "Good." "Hello." "Blossom, this is the mayor." "You've got to get downtown." "Something terrible is happening." "There's an evil villain down here, turning everything into..." "What?" " Oh, my gosh." " It's just awful." "Yes?" "Just awful." "What?" "What's awful?" "What's everything being turned into?" "Meat." "Not meat!" "Let's roll." "Ah, ah, ah." "Now, you girls know better than that." "What do you say?" "Teacher, may we please be excused to save the world?" "Yes, you may." "But not through the... oh, roof." "Teacher, I have to save the world, too." " " " Hurry, girls." "Hurry!" "You've got to get downtown." "It's a mess." " Look!" " The powerpuff girls." " " " They've rebuilt townsville." "Now, can you tell us who did this?" "Was it..." "The bologna brothers?" "No." "All-beef Patty?" "No." "The salami swami?" "No." " Then who?" " Who could it be?" "Hmm." "Boy, they sure are in a jam." "That's it!" "Come on!" "Bubbles, what are you doing?" "Coloring." " " " No time." "Let's go." "Go, girls, go!" "Go and put a stop to this evil meat bandit menace, who is about to set his gun upon..." "Townsville mall." "So..." "Mall, we meagain." "Not so fast, fuzzy lumpkins!" "Huh?" "The powerpuff girls?" "Whoa." "Watch it." "Whew." "Close." "Hey!" "Ha!" "Gotcha." "Bubbles!" "Oh, no." "It can't be." "It's..." "Meat-hair." "No, this is terrible." "People, if you only knew how much pride bubbles takes in her hair, all the washing and conditioning and the brushing and brushing and brushing and brushing." "It's, uh, very becoming?" "Who-o-oa!" "Well, girls, you've done it again." "This charity barbecue idea was grand." "Thanks, mayor." "One question, though." "Why does my burger have deely Bobs on it?" " " " Aw, they'll never tell." "Oh, ho ho!" "Well, so, once again, the day is saved..." "Thanks..." "To the powerpuff girls."