I Can't Read Your Crazy Moon Language

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The Tick Theme Vocal (Partial)

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The Tick Theme Song

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I am...The Tick!

I might be unsafe!

I call up I'm going crazy!
You're non going crazy, Arthur, you lot're going sane in a crazy world!

(Man in Diner) Then�you're a superhero, huh? and what sort of costume is that supposed to be?
Costume? No costume, friend. I am simply The Tick.
(Man in Diner) Well yous can't be The Tick�ticks are arachnids; they got viii legs
How practice you know I don't?
(Human in Diner) Ticks suck blood�do you suck blood?
Uh, aye, I suck blood all the fourth dimension!
(Homo in Diner) Yeah, right
Await, I got a straw right hither, pal�you want a demonstration?

Ah, Ha! I'll bounce off that broad, flat surface!

Seek professional aid

OK Idea Man, What'south the big idea?

Gravity is a harsh mistress!

Hey, cool! They got a blimp!

I'm very frightened!

You lot don't fight destiny! And y'all don't swallow crackers in the bed of your futurity or y'all go all...scratchy!

Hullo Reno! I am the Tick!

Hey! Absurd!

Tin't practice plaid!

I should have known you'd be out tonight.

(Bi-Polar Conduct) Looks like a job for Bi-Polar Bear! But I just can't seem to exit of bed this month...

Now merely to retain it!

Tick! Your mind is under my control. Your volition is now mine!
Whoa! OK!

Merely, allow us not forget the lesson that we can acquire from this, Arthur, that man was not meant to tamper with any of the four basic food groups!

I feel funky...monkey funky!

Hey, what kind of corn soldiers are you?
We're Kernels!
There you go!

What practise we do now?
Well, we find the vegetable villain who did this to me and go the antidote!
There's an antidote?
Villains ever accept antidotes; they're funny that way.

How far did Jeff say information technology was to El Seed'south?
He said it was "a ways"
Well how many blocks it that?

Off my airplane, blue monkey!

I detest broccoli...and yet, in a sure sense, I AM broccoli

Soldiers of corn, lend me your ears!
Ooh...that'southward bad
Already I joke, and I don't even rule the world nevertheless! You are the glorious army of El Seed! That'due south me! I am on a big power trip and you lot are coming with me!
OK, here you lot become, take a pen
My assistants, the lovely Bee Twins, will laissez passer out medical waiver forms and brawl point pens; PLEASE PRINT CLEARLY!!!
He's a mad man!
Hey, what kind of corn soldiers are you?
We're Kennels!
At that place you go!

They eat usa! They vesture us! They put united states in pots! They squeeze us for juice! It's grotesque!

Bee Twins!
Yes, El Seed?
But the other twenty-four hours I am thinking, you know what I detest?
You hate the humans!
I detest the humans...they really get my caprine animal...I'm not and then fond of goats either.

I didn't even want to be involved, I got jumped past a hedge! Where are the cops in this boondocks?!

You know I don't get information technology Arthur; I've always operated under the assumption that plants are good! And now this...I just can't become my mind around it!

(Helm Glue) You lot know, Gary, if you'd just accept of that stupid adjust, you'd stop getting overheated.
(The Carpeted Homo) Only I'm The Carpeted Man! Without this suit, I am null!

Tick! We can use the cropduster to spray that antidote on the corn army!
Ooh-plane ride!

Did yous rent a cropduster to a guy with a flower for a head?
(Jeff) Hey; I hire out to a lot of people...what kind of flower?

(The Doctor) Well, I've never seen anything like it. This calls for expensive testing!

Okay, Cacti! What are ya' up to? What's goin' on? Give me the skinny!

I don't know who you are, or what you lot're upwardly to, Mister, but I want this plane on the footing Pronto!
No! I rented it for the whole twenty-four hour period!

Yous know, when a lycopersicon esculentum grows out of your forehead, information technology gets you thinking.

Potato?

You lot know, when a tomato plant grows out of your forehead, it gets you thinking. What exercise nosotros know about anything? Life is just a big, wild, crazy tossed salad. Simply y'all don't consume it; no sir! You live it! Isn't information technology great? Isn't it groovy?

Renounce your name and call me the Tick!
You are...Barry Barry Barry Barry Barry Barry Barry Barry Barry Barry Barry!

Well, all this and a villain, too!
You'll never show a matter, copper, I'm only a office time electrician�bad is skillful, baby! Down with authorities!

You must exist the doorman.
(The Doorman) Yes, merely men call me Jim. ID'southward, please.
Uh, Oh, Okay.
Uh, Wait a sec. I...I might accept left it in my other tights...
Oh, I get information technology, spelling America with a 'K', are we?
Uh, oh. We're existence carded. Definitely existence carded.

(Chet Valkyrie) Go lost, creep.

(Interviewer) Tin can you run across through steel?
No.
(Interviewer) Tin can you create energy based multiples of yourself?
Whoa; Nope.
(Interviewer) Tin can you destroy the Globe?
Egad! I hope not! That'southward where I go along all my stuff!

We are a justice sandwich, no toppings necessary! Living rooms of America, exercise y'all catch my drift? Do you dig?

Bad is good, baby! Down with government!

I'm the Evil Midnight Bomber what Bombs at Midnight!

Nail Baby Smash! I'1000 the Evil Midnight Bomber what Bombs at Midnight!

So he says to me, y'all gotta exercise something smart, baby, something large! He says you lot desire to be a supervillain, correct, and I go yeah baby, aye yeah! What practice I gotta do? He says you got bombs, blow upwards the Comet Club, it's packed with superheroes�yous'll get downwards in supervillain history and I go Yeah infant 'cause I'm the Evil Midnight Bomber what Bombs at Midnight!!! Ah ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!

How-do-you-do!

So he says to me, you got legs, baby, you're everywhere�yous're all over the place! Yep!
Hello?
Hi!
What are yous doing?
I just, uh, I merely uh, wanted to employ, the uh, then he says Evil's OK in by my book what about yours and I go Aye Babe Yeah! Yep! I merely wanted to uh, launder my hands�
Oh, OK. Merely why does your bad say bombs on information technology?
Oh, that'due south just uh, Blast Baby Boom! I'k the Evil Midnight Bomber what Bombs at Midnight!
Oh, peachy.

And he says to me, he says to me, you got Mode, baby! but if you're gonna to be a existent villain you gotta get a gimmick�and so I go I says Yeah Baby! A gimmick, that'due south it! Loftier Explosives!

And so he says to me, you lot want to be a bad guy? and I say Yeah Baby! I want to be bad! I says Churchill space ponies I'm making gravy without the lumps! Ah ha ha ha ha haaaaa!!!!!

I am mighty! I have a glow yous cannot see! I'1000 a heart every bit big as the moon, as warm as bathwater! Nosotros're superheroes, man! We don't have time to be charming! The boots of were made for walking! We're watching the big motion-picture show, friend. We know the score. We are a public service, non glamour boys.
Yes!
Non captains of industry, not makers of things, continue your vulgar monies! Nosotros are a justice sandwich, no toppings necessary. Living rooms of America, practice you catch my drift? Do you dig?
I can wing.

(Birdie Sidekick) Man, I heard that!

This could happen to you, baby�this could happen to anybody!

Where'due south the jerk who calls himself the Tick?
I am that jerk; who wants to know?

And so he says, I don't like the cut of your jib, and I get, I says information technology'southward the just jib I got, babe!

And and so he says to me, you got legs, baby, you're everywhere�you're all over the place! Yep!

Got to become it together...I can't lose my name...it'due south on all my stationary!

Well, what's in a proper noun, anyway? If I were called Bob or Jack or Vinnie or a piece of fruit, would I be any less a hero? And if Barry were called Rupert, Max, or Rainbow, would he exist any less a jerk? I don't think so, considering a name is a rose and it only smells equally sweet as you are.

And then I says tell me I'grand wrong, and he says I can't baby 'cause y'all're not!

An object at balance, cannot be stopped!

Don't hurt him! He's definitely our ride domicile!

Sorry about that, Barry.

Oh, very bad. Definitely unacceptable, yeah.

Hey! Pay Attending!

Don't count your weasels before they pop, dink!

(Barry roars into boxing)

(Big Shot) And this is Chet Valkyrie; a woman.
Cool!

(Large Shot) Hey! It'due south my favorite bluish-human!

What?!

Ewww...Fungus! The scourge of mankind!

I've had enough chasing; it'due south your turn now, forest-smog!
Thrakkorzog! Thrakkorzog! With a "One thousand"! Boy, are you ever rude.
(Thrakkorzog'southward Natural language) Swallow rude Brains!
No brains today; we're only serving humble-pie, Whatchamazog!
Listen buddy, for the last time it's...
Thorax in a bog?
Thrakkorzog!
Ah, laxitive-log!
No no no!
Laplander zog?
No!
Four yaks and a canis familiaris?
Thrak!
Sapsuckerfrog!
No no no!
Susan?
Oh, now you're doing it on purpose; how juvenile!

The Tick vs. The Uncommon Cold

See a video of this prune!

It says 'attention Thrakkorzog, you may have just won ten one thousand thousand dollars'
Soup!
I'd ameliorate get this to it's rightful possessor.
Arthur...is that yous? Eyes failing...chicken soup only chance for survival!
Oh, Tick, relax! Everyone gets a cold once in awhile!
Delight, the soup...
Listen, I'm going to take this alphabetic character to the right apartment. I'll be home soon.

Arthur! Resistance wearing down...must take more soup!

I knew I'd regret that burrito!

Brace yourself while corporate America tries to sell us its wretched things.

Well, only one affair to exercise at present; wear the supercold downwards with many hours of daytime television!

Arthur! I merely had the strangest dream. I was taking some math test I hadn't studied for and so you tried to saw off my caput. Weird, huh?

(Thrakkorzog's Roommate) Hey, you guys aren't going to fight in here are you?
And why not? I pay half the rent.
(Thrakkorzog's Roommate) We'll lose our cleaning deposit if whatsoever half gets messed up.
Ah! The cleaning deposit! What was I thinking! Of grade you lot're correct.
Well, at present what?
How 'bout the roof?
Proficient call, Arthur! In that location's a place where skilful always fights evil!
Works for me.

Oh, ho! So, foul gelatin, you lot would do battle with the olfactory organ of your birth?!

Quite bluntly, that'south why I was so glad to find this great flat. You'd be surprised how hard it is to go a place in the urban center. Nevermind that most folks are hesitant to rent to a slime based organism, much less one with intentions of taking over the world.

Don't affect my stuff! This is my side of the living room, and that is your side of the living room. And must you lot beverage straight from the milk carton? It's disgusting!

Don't be and then certain! Tick volition catch on, just y'all wait.
Actually, I can't wait. I have to get, if you catch my drift. Nature is one call yous tin't put on hold, if y'all catch my drift. Exist correct dorsum!

Are you aware that your roommate is a hideous monster from another dimension with evil plans for world domination?
(Thrakkorzog'due south Roommate) Listen, a good roommate relationship is based on a respect for privacy.

It is skilful, this roof. I am pleased.

Oh...uh, are nosotros bothering you?
(Thrakkorzog's Roommate) No, I just wanted some munchies.
My roommate. He'southward kind of weird, but he'southward quiet and e'er comes through with his half of the rent. Now, where were we...oh, yes, cloning!

Surrender, Tick! Y'all're hopelessly outclassed!
I don't know the meaning of the word 'surrender'! I hateful, I know it, I'k not impaired, just not in this context.

The Tick vs. The Uncommon Cold

See a video of this clip!

I'll show y'all a tissue sample!

OK, nostril-spawn!

Once again nosotros've blasted the nasal passages of The Urban center clean of the cloning fungus of evil.

Mucal invader, is there no end to your oozing?!

Eeeww! Can you get any more disgusting?

Hey, dog, that's ours! We saw information technology first! Egad; is that your brain?

The Tick is ane happenin' guy.
Oh, please, would you finish it with the hip talk?
Yous don't like it?
No!
Not earlier?
Not ever!
Huh. Well, in that case then, PUT THE MOON Dorsum, DEMON WAIF!
Make me.
Only you're going to destroy the World!
Well, hey Tick, you lot tin't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs. That'south evil for you!
I'll break a few eggs with you, you petty brat!

The Tick is one happenin' guy.

I have a knack with kids.
Not like your knack with microwaves, I hope.
Y'all know, you tin can exist quite ambiguous sometimes.

Splendid, chum! This looks like a job for legal tender!

Splendid, chum!

Well, howdy there, little man.
Don't telephone call me footling, you lot obnoxious dip.
Oh, now, now, no need to get worked upwards...

Merely a microsecond to brand my motility. Recollect! Retrieve! I could..no, no...maybe if I...no, that never works. What if I...no, that just works on ducks. Ducks! Ah, good ane; I shall duck!

Only a microsecond to make my move.

Take that, objects of mod convenience! And this! And that!

And this! And that! And a whole lot more of this!
Uh, Tick, I think yous can terminate now.
Y'all know, for a cord this long $10.98 is really quite a bargain...AAAAAugh!

The Tick would like to rap with ya!

Hey Charles, you in there? The Tick would like to rap with ya!
Pffft! Pffft!
Well, hello there, little man.
Don't call me little, you obnoxious dip.
Oh, now, now, no need to go worked up...y'all know, Chuck, I might be a big old superhero, but I think I know where you're coming from. Preadolescence is a rough ride for anyone.
Oh, for sure, man. Let me get get my act together. Wait right there, dude, I'll be dorsum.
I really retrieve I'm getting through, Arthur. I accept a knack with kids.

Hey yous large bluish jerk! Let go! I got plans for this microwave!
Well, we've got many a Television receiver-dinner to heat unevenly ourselves!

You are here. Uh...uh huh. Existence here is a lot like being lost, Arthur.

That boy's logic wigs me out.

Egad! Is that your brain?

Let'southward hang x for justice!

Roger, nosotros'll be right down.

(Special Amanuensis) We're with the Government
Well, no thank you, we've got all the government we need.

I'm doing laundry!

(Proto Clown) Clown Beat!

Must be all that I can exist!

I'm going to have to put y'all down!

My mind is a scary identify!

There are many mysteries in this universe.

Look! Thumbs up; we're doin' fine! That'due south practiced to know.

Did my taxes pay for this?

(Tick'due south mental spirit guide) Sorry I haven't been around much lately. I'grand easily distracted by shiny objects.
Yes, shiny objects are good...

There are many mysteries in this universe, large and small. Like, why do clowns make us laugh? Why do we honey puppy dogs? And why, why do little bluish midgets hit me with fish?
(Superheroes) What!?
See what I mean? Mysteries abound!

(Tick's mental spirit guide) How do you feel?
I feel...I experience...hot.
(Tick'south mental spirit guide) That would be reentry. Good day!
I mean, I'm really burning upward here. And it's a dry rut too...

(Superheroes) Ahhh...
(Protoclown's nose honks)

(Tick's mental spirit guide) Oh great, that'southward your big question? That's your big truth? You goober!

Hi...how-do-you-do, clown?

It'due south starting to olfactory property a footling like danger in hither.

Ooh; clown hug!

OK people; of import note; do non bear upon the nose

Oh, for pete...how bad could 'It' be? I'll merely trot around the corner and make quick work of 'IT'. Be dorsum in a jiff...Whoa!

Yep, Destiny has her mitt on my back, and she's pushing!

(Mayor Blank) Every fourth dimension we flash the Dice Fledermaus point, he disconnects his phone and leaves boondocks for a calendar week.

Evil is only plain bad! You don't cotton to it! You lot gotta smack it in the nose with the rolled up paper of goodness...Bad dog! Bad dog!

Fresh from America's dairyland, the Man Eating Cow!
(The Human being Eating Moo-cow) MOO!!!

(Handy) How sad.

You know, evil comes in many forms, be it a man eating cow or Joseph Stalin.

(Tuun-La) Joseph Stalin, grab onto my armored moo-moo; together nosotros shall get out this foul World behind.

Swingin'

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You've got that correct, weirdo...Villains, I say to yous, cease your evil means!

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(The Human Ton) Your Tick won't come. He's sulking in his tent like a guy from Chile.
Don't you mean Achilles?
(Handy) You lot're makin' usa look like jerks! I told y'all, read a book!

(Handy) Well, kids, that'south all you go! That's it! Read a book!

Villains, I say to you lot, stop your evil ways!

Huh Hmm...Who dares intrude upon my night domain? Yous take crossed the path of...Die Fledermaus!!!

Faux Pas!

Adept work, Picayune Wooden Boy!

(Aroused Red Herring) Ha ha ha ha! Await at 'em run!

Yes, you lot know Little Wooden Boy, the worst sin in the world is disloyalty. You wouldn't lie to me, would you, Little Wooden Boy?

Evildoers, eat my justice!

This is i modest step for The Tick, and one giant step for�say�a fiddling bug! or some guy who has been shrunk to the size of a penny!

Yeah! You got a planet stuck in your ear!

He'south, well he'due south eating the world! That'south kind of what he does.

Man! for a huge guy your feet are freaky minor!

And at present, Space Tick soars into history!

I'm a far out space Tick!

And then he says to me, he says to me baby, I'yard tired of working for the man! And so he says, he says then why don't y'all blow him to bits?
(Enemy Laurels Bouncer) No one gets in without an invitation
Just I'thousand bad! SSSSSSSssssssss...i of these days, they'll see...Boom!!!!

Villains, I say to you now, Knock off all that evil!

Y'all know, Arthur, when Evil is afoot and you don't have whatever artillery, you gotta use your head. And when Evil is alee, and yous're behind, you've gotta do the legwork! But, when you tin't become a leg up, y'all gotta be hip! you gotta go on your chin up and kicking some...
Tick! We get the idea.

All right! Uh, this is quite a pickle but, no reason to panic, Arthur.
AAAAAAAGH!!!!!!!

Hey! You splattered my sidekick all over your windshield! That does it!

Ooh...dainty lady!

The Idea Men! Where do they keep getting those blimps?

Lady�yous merely toasted the all-time BLT joint in the tri-country area; prepare to pick up the tab!

Naugahyde!

At concluding, The Tick, my archenemy sits helpless before me!
Archenemy? You lot must exist joking, Charles. I mean I don't like you and everything, but if I ever practise accept an archenemy it'due south not going to be some creepy piffling brat with a glass caput!

Evil has been rousted and the infant-sitter'due south been paid! Come heroes, our work here is done. You know, even though today was the worst day of my life, I learned many things. First, the world looks a lot dissimilar when yous're six inches tall and covered with feathers. 2nd, ii heads are definitely not better than one! And finally, you tin can lay an egg and withal feel like a man!

Ooh...I'chiliad terrified. I can't believe y'all expect united states to pass ourselves off as supervillains. I mean I, of course, am a master of disguise. But he, on the other hand, looks like a dink!
Ooah...what's goin' on...definately got a bucket on my head!

When I was your historic period, kid, nosotros didn't have all this high-tech hocus-pocus. If you were really evil, you'd just walk up to a guy and smack him in the head!

Falling in love with a supervillain is Trouble with a capital Troub.

Hello gorgeous! Give us a smile...aces!

HONK IF Y'all LOVE JUSTICE!!!

ARTHUR, HONK IF YOU Beloved JUSTICE!!!

Oh, all right.

Roof Sus scrofa! Nearly Unexpected!

Whoa, what'd you do? Step in a pig?

(The Deadly Bulb) Nevermind the leg. Forget the leg!

Oh, information technology'south a chatty, misshapen thing devoid of life; just I volition breathe my warmth upon it...

(Captain Sanity) I am a professional.
You're just some caput in a water cooler!

Well that's merely it, doc, my mind has e'er been my Achilles heel!

Isn't sanity actually just a i play tricks pony, anyway? I mean, all you go is 1 trick, rational thinking! Only when you lot're good and crazy�ooh hoo hoo hoo�the sky'south the limit!

Spoon!!!!!

Aah! Of course nosotros're definitely washed for! Yeah, definitely!
Why practise you have to always keep saying that word? Definitely! Definitely! You're driving everyone crazy!
Arthur, take it like shooting fish in a barrel.
Aah! Definitely very loud!
Not everything'south definite, you know.

Lowly wretch! This is the concluding time you make epic naughty in Santa threads!

Odds are information technology wasn't the real Santa, but how could you ever be certain?
Hither'due south a clue...if he jumps up and kicks you lot in the tummy it's probably not Santa!

Let the Probing Begin!

Yous guys are ugly with a majuscule UGH!

Okay?

Must...defy...laws of physics!

Slideshow...wearisome; losing consciousness!

Well, burn down the engines! Spur this atomic number 26 space-pony on!

Well, that'due south new...

Whip out those weird instruments of science and probe away!

Complimentary Money!

Two words, Tick...Chick Magnet!

Of grade definitely nice mustache

Optics playing tricks like tiny round devils!

Why would the regime create such an insane weapon?
(Jim Rage) You lot don't understand, man.. the Russians were already working on a beard, nosotros had a facial hair gap!

OH, this changes everything, I experience...dissimilar, better! A new sensation is spreading out from my upper lip to every other part of my body! It'south a feeling I...I tin can't quite describe. It's...It's a savvy kind of feeling...a suavy kind of feeling...kind of a, kind of a mustache feeling!

(Song) The mustache Feeling Song

mustache! Arthur...I've got a mustache!

(Scientist I) The Heavens will condemn us for what we have wrought here today!
(Scientist Ii) Ah, but morality'due south lease has run out, and science has been given the keys to the apartment!

mustache! I volition not be mocked by you!

I can't read your crazy moon linguistic communication!

Arthur! My mustache is touching my brain!

mustache!

Not bad!

Rugged, self-assured, adult. These are the words that describe the man who wears a mustache. Yes, it says to the world I'm a man of action! Only activity tempered with maturity...like a firewoman! or somebody's dad!

Oh, look at information technology Arthur! then silky...so smoothie!

Wait a minute...hey! Yous've got both eyes! You're no special amanuensis, you're simply some jerk who hates my mustache!

(vocal - Who's the Human? Who'due south the big human being? Taft!)
(Taft) Darn correct.
Hi Taft.
(Taft) Uh-huh.
(song) Taft!

(song - Who's the Man?)
It'south Taft!
(Taft) Darn right.
Taft, what are you doing here?
(Taft) I live adjacent door
(song - Right adjacent door!)
(Taft) Neil's my neighbour
(song - Good neighbor!)
(Taft) Feeds my cats when I'm away.
(song - feeds those kitties!)

Oh, I'll call yous Speak, because that's what you practise!

You lot saved my life, Tick, and for that I will be your loyal pet forever. It's the law of the jungle.

Considering you can't trust everything you read! Particularly in history books you get from gas stations. But y'all tin can trust Speak, right boy?

Well, that certainly was some crash. Are yous all correct, Tick?
Uh...'scuse me? Are you speaking to me?
To whom else would I be speaking?
Oh, I don't know! Oh, Hey! You're speaking! The book didn't say anything about talking Aztec dogs!

(Wally) What-itlan is with this fat rabbit-guy-itlan?

(Hideous tentacled brute) Oh, No! Information technology'due south the Tick and his incredible dog Speak!

Good Boy, Speak!
I dearest you.
Correct On!

Tout les monde nous somme les amis!
(The whole earth, nosotros are all friends!)

Correct On!

Here Speak! Come on Male child!
Oh, I beg your pardon, ladies and gentlemen, but I have to go. The Tick needs me!

Hey...Just like sodapop!

You lot are so absurd downwards here!
Oh, Yeah, down here I'1000 considered the apotheosis of cool.

Gotta retrieve chop-chop...before she blows!

How you doing upwards at that place, Arthur?
I tin gustation your back!

(Dr. Mung Mung) Don't worry, you lot have nada to fear from Tongue Tongue, he'south only tasting you lot. But likewise, don't resist, for he can crush you quite easily. The tongue is a very powerful musculus and Tongue Tongue is all natural language. I am Doc Mung Mung. Now release the squeamish moth homo Tongue Tongue; here is an individually wrapped slice of processed cheese.

Oh, he's just no skillful without his head.

Why, nosotros've merely spent six months 3 and a half million years ago in the time it takes to soft boil an egg!

Good Monkey!

Quit yanking my nutrient concatenation!

Arthur! Monkey out of nowhere!

Don't motion Arthur�it's got a timer�it must exist some kind of�Monkey flop!

The ancient cave carry battling his natural enemy, the robot.

How does it piece of work? Never Heed!

Oh ho ho Boss!

This is Arthur, my sidekick slash teacher's banana.
Hello.

Hither are the ABC's of superheroing. 'A' is or Action, 'B' and 'C' are for Battle Weep.

Bless you lot! That's a skillful 1!

Whoo! Whoo! It's great to be alive!

(Uncle Creamy Ii) Hullo Children. We are having fun at this fourth dimension. My carefree antics are winning your hearts.

(Baby Boomerangutuang) It'southward OK to Play with dolls!
Alibi me?

(Uncle Creamy) I am your sweet, frozen doom!

Non to worry, young student. I'yard near-invulnerable!

Evil, gathering like lint in the navel of the body public. Evil! Making vile and hasty and dark works like termites pushing their wretched larvas through the veins of that mighty oak tree we call�Clean Living!

Speak...Whoo! Come up on boy! Whoo!
Mr. Exciting, you're playing with burn.

Look at the delivery burning in those watery optics, Arthur! They got the goodies!

I am The Tick! You tin put your hands downwards, now.

I am The Tick!

Spoooo.....Ice Cream headache!!!

Listen...and learn!

(Baby Boomeranguguang) It's time to deploy the center child!

Evil. If yous're going to exist a superhero, there's your problem in a nutshell.

Just put your name, class number and date in the top left-manus corner of your newspaper.

One of the sidekick'southward most important jobs is to go on the superhero in touch with reality; because in this business, reality can exist pretty hard to come by.

(Uncle Creamy) I drain triple-ripple vanilla road monkey! I sweat triple-ripple vanilla road monkey! I cry triple-ripple vanilla road monkey! I EVERYTHING triple-ripple vanilla road monkey!

Mister, you are suspended!

And information technology's up to yous, superheroes of the futurity to hand the tire swing of nice-dainty from the highest branches and swing for justice! Swing! Swing! Swiiiiiing!!!! Now who wants to be a superhero?

Whoo! Yeah! Whoo!

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