Open Season 2 Page #7
Giselle. Giselle, where are you?
Go.
Help! Help!
Help! Somebody, help us!
Scream all you like.
The humans can't hear you from here.
And the house pets...
...well, they hate wilds
just as much as I do!
When I get free,
you're gonna pay for this...
...you big tube, you numpty,
you big lassie's blouse.
Watch your language, varmint.
There's a lady present.
What a vile little creature.
My friends, it is time
You gotta be kidding me, right?
Hey, Fif. Are you sure we can't
let the little girl squirrel go?
Yeah. Let the little girl squirrel go.
Not a chance.
Roberto, you know what to do.
- Wha...? I don't know what you mean.
- Collar them, you fool.
- Collar them, collar them, collar them.
- I hear you.
- Okay.
...you fool.
- Calm down. Okay.
- The pool, so tempting.
- Forget the pool.
- Elliot's right.
- Remember the objective.
- Oh, sweet libations.
- Control yourself.
- The buffet. Wiener schnitzel?
- No. Forget food.
- Strudel.
- He's not listening.
- Mama's favourite.
- Oh, nuts.
Boog, grab him.
- Weenie.
- Come on. Come back here.
- Way to go, Boog.
- You go on ahead.
I'll catch up.
Leave us alone. Help!
- Try this.
- Thanks.
- Help!
- Giselle.
You fuzz ball,
you'll never get away with this.
Oh, but I already have.
Oh, but you already haven't.
- What are you doing?
- It's Mrs. Schlapiano.
Get lost, old lady.
This does not concern you.
I am no old lady.
- It is the porcupine in disguise.
- Yeah.
- I didn't see him up there. Did you?
- It's me, Elliot.
- Who is Elliot?
- I am.
And I'm here to rescue my lady,
kick butt and take names.
What's your name?
- Did anybody see that coming?
- Yes.
- Even Roger saw that coming.
- I did?
Come on, Weenie.
Snap out of it, man.
Das ist beautiful.
Weenie, would you
come back here?
Oh, man.
Now how you gonna hide
a 900-pound bear?
A 1200-pound wild bear!
What, 1200 pounds?
Girl, you know that ain't right.
I'm 900 pounds.
This is mostly fur...
...and fur adds
Go, go, go!
I'll be bulking up to hibernate.
Just wait till I step out that...
- Bear!
- Bear!
We have a security breach.
Perimeter has been compromised.
Telling you, I'm gonna be
the baddest bear ever in the woods.
- We have a grizzly on the loose.
- Then we'll see...
...who's ready for swimming season.
- Darts loaded.
Fire!
Hey, man, be cool. Back off.
Go.
Little dude, go.
You come back here right now.
Go.
This is crazy.
Weenie!
Fifi, come on.
Is this really necessary?
You see why
we have to do this, right?
They will take everything.
Our food, our homes, our very lives!
Wait. If this is the end,
I need to say something.
- Giselle, I really, really, really...
- Really?
- Time's up.
- Now, you hold your little old horses.
I do believe this boy's
got something on his mind.
- Yeah, give the guy a sporting chance.
- Oh, just forget it, Elliot.
You've already made it clear
how you feel.
I feel that this
has gone on long enough.
- Please let me finish.
- Fine.
You've got 60 seconds.
Are you serious?
How about a minute?
- Okay, okay.
Giselle, before the wedding,
my rack was huge.
- What?
- It's true.
Very huge. And it broke very bad.
And without my huge rack,
I felt like less of a buck.
- But as time went on...
- Thirty seconds.
The point is, I'm a better buck
with not a huge rack on my head...
...but with you, Giselle,
on my head instead.
Oh, that's awful.
And how does this relate
to our wedding...
...and the fact that you left me
at the altar?
- Left you at the altar?
- You, sir, are a coward.
Oh, no.
- No, no. You are missing the point.
- Oh, come on.
During our wedding, there was
the incident with the other woman.
Another woman?
I can't even handle one.
Speak for yourself, amigo.
No. No.
Not that kind of other woman.
The kind that grabbed Mr. Weenie.
- You're disgusting.
- That is a pig.
- You make me sick.
- This is getting good.
- Isn't it refreshing?
- Come here, you.
Fifteen seconds.
Will you, please?
Giselle, you are good.
And me? Not always good.
But with you, the me
that is not good can be better.
You make my not-good me
almost not bad.
And that's not almost good,
it's almost great.
So, Giselle, you and me,
not badder, but greater.
Understand?
- Tick, tick, tick!
- What is he talking about?
Forget it.
Just push the button already.
- Finally.
- No. Don't.
Cannonball!
Gotcha.
I love you, Boog.
Goodness me.
Hold on, now.
There it is.
- That was close.
- Is everybody okay?
You're still in danger.
The Fifi will kill you all.
Get the collars off.
Fifi, where are you going?
Mr. Weenie?
Let's get you out of those ropes.
- Boog, look out.
- Take cover.
Elliot, you take care of these guys.
I'll draw the others away.
- Thank you.
I won't let you hurt my friends.
Hey.
Weenie's in trouble. I gotta go.
- Weenie, I'm coming.
- Elliot, careful.
Breaker, breaker.
Mudflaps, do you read me? Over.
This is Mudflaps. Over.
Mr. Weenie just
ran by me poolside.
- Over.
- Bob, they found Mr. Weenie.
Hurry. Get in.
Hey, where's the fire, huh?
Oh, boy. There it is.
Mr. Weenie, Mama's coming, baby.
Mama's coming.
Hey, Chet, lock up, would you?
I'm calling it a day, huh?
Finally, some alone time.
Look out there, doggy.
Weenie. Weenie.
- Are you all right?
- Weenie's fine. Get the remote.
- I got it.
- Take this!
Oh, no, you don't.
Oh, my.
Save Rico, chica. Save Rico.
There's so many.
Lock and load.
Pull!
Stanley, duck.
Man down. I'm hit.
See? One duck, two duck.
We did it.
- Come on, Rico.
- Rico got your back, baby.
Take that.
Fire!
Saved by the slobber.
- Get him off me! Get him off!
- Take this, you wild beast!
Oh, no.
- That's Elliot.
- That ain't good. Let's go.
- Elliot?
- Oh, no!
- Rico, where is he?
- Oh, man!
- He's gotta get those collars off!
- Stop!
Or everyone gets it!
Do you understand?
- Elliot, you okay?
- Yes, yes!
- You could've gotten here sooner!
- Come on, you're breathing, aren't you?
Let this be an example to you all!
- No, don't!
- No, Fifi, no!
- Don't do it!
- Fifi, stop! Seriously!
- Don't do it, Fifi!
- Don't push the button!
Hold on, pal!
This is it!
Oh, no.
What? How did you do that?
The old switcheroo, Boog.
That was not fair.
He kind of had that coming.
Ice cream.
Hang in there, Hoppy.
But, officers, Fox Jaws
said Mr. Weenie was here.
Are you sure you haven't seen him?
Why don't you run through
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