The Great Grape Ape Show

Grape Ape.

Over 40-feet high

Grape Ape.

Just a little bit shy

Grape Ape.

For a super strong guy

Yup, that's me.

The great, Grape Ape

Grape Ape.

If he comes to your town

Grape Ape.

He will really put down

Grape Ape.

Any bad guy around

The great, Grape Ape

What a sight to see him chuggin' block after block.

Things begin to shake and quake and rattle and rock.

The big, big, big, big, gorilla

Grape Ape.

I do not recommend

He is one to offend

Grape Ape.

So be sure he's your friend

Better be sure.

The great, Grape Ape

Yup, that's me.

13_S.P.L.A.T's Back (Part1)- S.P.L.A.T's Back (Part2)

This is the city.

These are the gallant men in blue,

who guard it's citizens against evil forces.

That is, until the city was struck by an unstoppable

crime wave, and the most diabolical villain ever.

The chicken.

Yes!

I and my feathered friends just flew in for a little scratch.

Or should I say, a fortune in platinum?

Beautiful, my airborne buddies.

Now, back to our nests. Huh-huh-huh-huh.

Gape a sharp lookout, men, especially for a giant chicken.

Funny you should say that, chief.

Wait, you really are a giant chicken.

Get busy, my feathered flock.

Fantastic, my feathered friends.

Let us be on the wing.

- I'll stop you. - Nobody can...

...stop the chicken, huh-huh-huh-huh-huh.

Hmm, he was right, that chicken got the loot

and all I got is a...a feather allergy.

This...feels like a job for the special

police licensed animal team, better known as SPLAT.

What a beautiful spot for a picnic.

Far from the city, the smog, and all the problems.

What more could a guy ask for, Grape Ape?

Either I have a ringing in my ears,

or my head's ringing.

Mine, too, Beagley.

Aha, it's not in our heads, Grape, it's in my tale.

It's my secret SPLAT tale-aphone.

Hello, this is SPLAT, special police trained animal team,

officer Beagle speaking.

This is the chief.

Uh, anything SPLAT can do?

Yes, catch the convict who gave me this...

This is the same convict behind the crime wave.

Oh, now, well, how about a description?

A giant...chicken.

Oh, there's no such thing as a, huh,

giant chicken, my purple pal.

You're kiddin', Beagley.

Well, did you ever see one?

Uh-huh.

- Where? - There.

Golly, Grape, you're right.

Uh, hold it, right there.

Quickly, my pets, we have company.

Uh, hold it there, big chicken.

You and your fowl friends is under arrest.

Huh-huh-huh-huh.

You dumb cluck, nobody can stop the chicken.

- I'm gonna stop you, chicken. - Really? Hahahaha.

Don't make me cackle.

And there's more bird seed where that came from.

Why didn't you stop him, Grape?

You said you would.

Anyway, this just proves that crime doesn't pay.

How come?

All they got was chicken feed.

Hey, look, one of there sacks must've had a leak,

let's get movin'.

Okie-dokie.

All those seeds.

Hmm, end of the trail and a perfect hideout

for the bird bunch, a bird sanctuary.

Now, keep out of sight,

and keep a lookout for that giant chicken.

I'm gonna make the bust.

Okie-dokie, Beagley.

All right, everybody, wings up.

I'm takin' you birds in for some questioning.

Woa, that'll be a problem, woa!

Uh, you're right, all I got are handcuffs,

I need some wing cuffs.

That's not your only problem,

the aviary's closed to the public.

Uh, SPLAT!

SPLAT-SPLUT, I'm going to call the police.

Uh, shucks, mister bird keeper, I am the police.

Then I'll call your chief.

Shucks, I'm gonna call him myself,

so as he can come lock up big chicken's gang.

You're the one who should be locked up.

You're going to arrest all the birds in the aviary?

Yup, chief, it's the chicken's mob.

I'll be right over.

Uh-huh, so the chicken is here.

Indeed, I am, chief.

All right, chicken, I'm...taking you in.

Darn this, ah-choo, feather allergy.

Golly, Grape, the chief must've got lost.

Uh, let's say we do some investigating.

Okie-dokie.

- Now, keep in contact by radio. - Huh?

Your toe-aphone, remember?

Oh, yeah.

Listen, Grapeo, you better test it.

Beagle to Grape, Beagle to Grape, do you read me?

Uh-huh, roger, over and out.

Holding me as a hostage won't save you, chicken,

not from SPLAT.

They'll never rest, not until you're caged.

Precisely, that's why you're...calling them off the case.

No way, chicken.

Oh, I...have a way.

Ouch!

I call it the..."chicken feather treatment."

Oh, no, no, not that, my...

allergy is bad enough.

You have not yet begun to sneeze.

Ah-choo!

Ah-choo!

I can't stand it no more, chicken, ah-choo!

Gesundheit, now, call off SPLAT, or you get

the full feather treatment.

Hmm, the city's one hope doomed by my...allergy.

Attention, all SPLATs,

this is the...chief.

Uh, this is SPLAT.

I'm taking you off the... chicken case immediately.

But chief, we're just about to pluck that big chicken.

Off the case, that's an order.

Huh-huh-huh-huh.

Excellent chief, excellent.

Now I can pull my last, and biggest job, in peace.

What are you gonna do with me?

You shall be added to my aviary.

I've always wanted a... bald-headed, blue-chested,

flat-footy as a pet, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.

Very funny chicken, but... justice will prevail.

Oh, really,

now that SPLAT's off my tail feathers

the coast is clear, huh-huh-huh-huh.

- Hmm, mighty suspicious. - What?

The clucking sound on the line.

Either we had a bad connection,

or the chicken has the chief.

Uh-oh.

There's only one thing we gotta do, Grape.

We gotta go undercover.

I could fool my mama in this disguise.

Me too, Grape Ape.

Now, uh, here's my plan.

While I... join the gang, you stand by for the arrest.

- Got it? - Got it.

Okay, let's move out.

All right, punks, who's in charge here?

Big Bad Bird's my name, crookin's my game, see?

What do you want here, woa?

Well, a guy in the big cage said to come see the chicken,

he could use a tough bird, like me, see?

S-sure, bad Bad Bird, I'll check with the boss.

Big Bad Bird, eh?

Hmm, you might be useful for my strong wing work.

But first, you have to pass the test.

Test, how come?

To see if you're an honest crook or

or an undercover SPLAT.

Okay, you're the boss.

- You hear that, Grape? - Yup.

Swell, then follow close, I may need some help.

Okie-dokie.

I still say you're flippin' your feathers, chicken.

Uh, who ever heard of a police bird?

We'll see, hey, that tree, it's following us.

Gee, chicken, next thing you'll be saying that 40-foot tree

is a 40-foot SPLAT.

We'll soon find out.

For part of the test,

you will use this power saw on it.

If it's a tree, we'll have firewood.

But if it's a SPLAT, hahaha, he'll be splinters.