Trailer Park Boys: The Animated Series

Boys? I'm freaking out here. I'm freaking out.

We ate three pounds of fuckin’ mushrooms. Like, we’re stuck in a cartoon world here.

Bubs, listen to me. Everything’s gonna be cool, okay?

We’re just gonna ride this out like we usually do when we get too fucked up.

Fuckin’ right we will, and we’re gonna enjoy every goddamn minute of this, too.

Boys, I have always dreamt of being this high.

Thank you, Jesus God.

Hey, my son likes cartoons. He’ll think this is really cool.

Except he’s not gonna know, dummy! He’s not on fuckin' mushrooms.

You guys!

Mr. Lahey, what are you doing?

Don’t worry, everything’s gonna be all right, sir.

My neck doesn’t feel as broke.

Hey, if we’re a cartoon, we can be like Bugs Bunny and run through walls and shit!

Oh, my fuck, that might be the stupidest thing you’ve ever fuckin' done.

What are you gonna do next, draw a tunnel on the wall

like Wile E the fuckin' Coyote?

No, we can't do that. A big fuckin' truck will drive through and run us over.

Boys, fuckin’ listen to yourselves! Listen to what you’re talking about.

We’re seriously fucked up here. We need to go to a hospital.

-We need help! -Bubs, would you calm the fuck down?

-You calm down, Julian! -Calm down. Just relax, okay? Relax!

Yeah, man, listen, this jail cell is the perfect place for us

-to ride whatever the fuck this is out. -In here, we're safe.

I fuckin' promise you.

Good news, boys.

You're free to go.

-What? -Oh my fuck!

Ya, bup, bup bup!

You better thank your buddy Jacob for breaking his neck.

I milked that injury, and a few dollars changed hands.

It obviously wasn’t cheap, though.

Five-- Well, let’s say six G's, and I’ll need that by Friday.

It's a good deal, if you ask me.

Oh my fuck, yeah. So much for riding it out in a safe place, eh, boys?

Oh my fuck, now we have to go back out into the real world,

higher than probably anybody’s ever been in the history of the human fuckin' race.

Holy shit, you’re right!

This is so fucking cool.

We’re like pioneers, just like those astro cocksuckers

who walked to the moon for the first time.

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This is fucking cool.

Holy shit, the whole world’s a cartoon.

This is trippy.

Oh, my God, listen to my arms making cool fuckin' cartoon sounds.

Ricky, stop it! Stop it, please!

Boys, we gotta get to the hospital. Like, we might not ever come out of this.

That’s not a bad idea. I should probably get my neck checked out.

Oh my fuck, you’re stupid, Jacob. Nobody’s going to the hospital.

If we go to the hospital, they’ll end up fuckin’ locking us up in a looney bin.

Exactly.

Boys, please stop ruining this.

We may never get this high again!

I just want to enjoy the shit out of it, please!

I wish Bubbles would just chill the fuck out.

Do you know how many people would give their left nut to be a fuckin’ cartoon?

And he’s complaining about it!

You don’t see Dafney Duck complaining about being a fuckin' cartoon.

This is one of those things that might only happen once in a people’s lives

and I just want to enjoy the fuck out of every second of it. I deserve this.

Yeah, I’m not the kind of person that gets scared,

but right now, I’m a little fuckin' scared.

But, ya know, I gotta take control of the situation,

I gotta get everybody back to the park

before everything gets even fuckin' crazier.

Nah, dude, that’s bigger. It’s definitely bigger. No question.

Do you really think so?

Yeah, totally, dude, it wasn’t that thick before.

Holy shit, check mine out, boys!

It’s fuckin’ longer and it’s definitely thicker.

Let’s see how big they get when we get them hard.

Okay, listen up, everybody.

Put your dicks away, nobody’s getting hard today.

All right, everything’s fucked up right now, okay?

Really fucked.

We don’t know what everybody else is seeing, so we gotta act cool

until we get back to the park,

then we’ll drink and smoke this fuckin’ buzz-on away.

How’re we getting home, guys?

I’ll show you how we’re getting home there, carrot cum.

No, Ricky. No, please!

You're friggin' nuts, Ricky.

We want nothing to do with this.

We'll find our own way back to the park, right, Mr. Lahey?

Randy, we gotta head to the LC, let the liquor figure this out.

-Fuck me hard! Fuck! -Jesus Christ, Ricky!

You just saw fuckin’ ding dong try to run through a wall

and almost split his head open like a coconut!

Look, let's just assume that the rules of the fuckin’ real world

still apply here, please.

Actually, you know what? It looks fucked,

but it actually doesn’t even really hurt that much. Jacob, let’s go.

Not those, dummy. I meant the fuckin' shirt.

Sorry, Ricky.

Fuck, yeah!

Look what I found, boys! Free gun.

This is the best day ever!

-Ricky-- -Would you put that fuckin' thing away?

Okay, everybody in. Let’s get back to the park!

You sure you don't want a ride?

There's plenty of room in the trunk or up on the roof!

Let’s do it, Mr. Lahey. There’s probably no bus coming.

-We could spoon in the trunk. -Randy.

Okay, pop it, Ricky.

How about I pop a fuck you!

Frig off, Ricky!

Look, I know we’re frigged up, sir,

but we’re gonna get us through this. Together.

-What the frig is happening, Mr. Lahey? -

What’s that noise?

Shithawks. Big shithawks.

Look, Randers! They’re coming, bud.

What the frig are you talking about, Mr. Lahey?

This can't be happening.

It's not real!

-Randy? Whoa! -

No! Mr. Lahey!

I love you, bud!

No! Let Mr. Lahey go, you dirty shit beast!

Mr. Lahey!

Randers! It's wonderful, bud!

No!

Frig!

Oh, my fuck, this car has some balls.

I’d love to have one of these fuckin’ things.

Would you smarten the hell up? We can’t draw any attention.

What, like this?

-Ricky-- -What the fuck? Smarten up!

Ricky! Stop gunning! I’m gonna have a mouth-shit!

Jesus Christ, okay, take it easy.

Well, lookie who it fuckin' is.

Fuck sakes.

Hey Ricky, I got a fuckin’ joke for ya!

How many fruits can ya fit in a fuckin’ muscle car?

I don’t know, cocklips, how many fucks can you fit in an off?

Look, Cyrus, we don’t want any trouble, man.

Oh, is that right?

Well, I guess you pulled up to the wrong fuckin’ stoplight then, didn’t ya? Pussy!

What the fuck did you just call me?

Julian, just let it go!

Ricky, fuck off! Don’t get goaded into a race by this fuckin’ shit-kabob!

I can't help it.

Hold on tight, nipple-heads.

We’ll show this cockless pussy bitch that you’re not a pussy, Julian!

-He’s the pussy. Fuck him! -Ricky!

Fuck!

Fuck!

-Oh, yeah, fuckin' great! -

We’re out of jail 15 minutes and now we’re getting chased by the cops!

Way to go, Ricky, nice one!

Hold onto your tits, ladies. We're going to try some Duke boys shit.

Jesus Christ, Ricky! No!

Ah, shit, fucked her, boys! Brace for impact!

Ricky!

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Oh my fuck, I was thrown clear!

That sucked.

For fuck sakes, Ricky.

Is everyone okay?

Yeah.

Fuck, Jacob, are you dead?

I think my neck might be broken, like way worse.

-Jesus Murphy! -Holy fuck!

Hey, I don't think your neck should do that.

I mean, I'm not doctor or anything, but dude.

You know what, Jacob? Just stop fuckin’ complaining right now, okay?

Your neck was already broken for fuck sakes,

and you can still walk and you’re still breathing, aren’t you? What the fuck?

That jump was totally awesome! You almost landed that shit.

You’re fuckin’ right I did.

-Oh, Jesus! -Fuck me!

Oh, man, check that shit out!

Cory, don’t move! You’re in fuckin' shock, bud!

Oh, man, that is dope!

Damn, I couldn't do this before! Look!

I'm a windmill--

-Dope. -Oh my fuck! It came off!

Jesus Christ!

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Hands where I can see 'em!

Let's go! Now!

For fuck sakes. Let me handle this, boys.

Hey, guys, how's it going?

Just wanna say I love your fuckin’ show.

I’m a huge Cagney & Gacey fan.

I’m Trevor Laheyson, this is Randy Cory right here and--

Stay right there. Don’t move!

No, you don’t fuckin' move! I want your fuckin' badge numbers right now.

I said don't move!

You chill the fuck out. I’m not moving there, dick flap.

Look, I’m gonna call your boss

and I gotta tell him you’re being sued for third party dummy-ism.

Do you see his fucking neck, guys?

And look at this guy's fuckin' arm! What the fuck?

Christ, what the fuck?

Holy shit!