Pity I Don't Have Perfect Pitch Too

- Were you aware that 100,000 people die each year

from irritable bowel syndrome?

That's more than the amount of people

that die from suicide and pneumonia combined.

There's no way that's true.

I didn't think IBS killed.

Oh, it's true.

- And where did you get this information?

Are you ready to order?

Yes, I'm starving.

What's your personality type?

I can't remember.

Mine's ESTJLRT.

And the extra letters are?

- Because I have an extra big personality.

Oh my gosh, dating you is like

dating one of those gym machines.

Leg press?

- No, the-- - Lap pull?

- No, it's like the-- - Stationary row.

Sure, I don't care.

- Does this shirt make me look fat?

What?

You're getting off topic.

I'm breaking up with you.

- But I'm in the most best clubs and schools and stuff.

My Uber's here.

Wait, are you for real?

I don't think she's coming back.

Oh!

Well, Swan, here we are again

at the International Beats with Mouth Competition.

It's sure to be a good year.

What do you think?

- I think you sure look beautiful tonight.

And so does my husband.

We have the Melodogs tearing up the stage this year.

- Oh, you're so right it's wrong, Stale.

Look at them go!

Found it!

Cloney, look at you.

You're pathetic.

Your hair is an absolute mess,

you have lipstick in your teeth,

and is, is that a homeless guy tailing you?

I don't understand why you can't do

what I tell you to do the way that I tell you to do it.

God, the Musicats are doomed with you nitwits.

Screw up your solo, and I will get my revenge.

- Don't worry, if I screw it up, I'll get revenge on myself.

You better.

Melodogs, stay!

Musicats, you've gotta be kitten me right now.

Why don't you take a meow-ment to appreciate

our purr-fect performance.

But for real, try not to mark your territory.

Ooh.

Paws in, ladies.

One, two, three.

I can't believe the Musicats

made it to the finals this year, who knew?

Who knew?

- This is the first all-feline group

to make it to the IBWMC, Swan.

You are right, Stale.

- And this will be interesting, because the Musicats,

they can't typically meow their way to victory.

They're going to have do some real meow-capella.

People do think they sing well,

but I'm sure it's their finely-tuned bodies.

In fact, that's exactly what it is.

Have you seen the movie "Click", Swan?

I wish I had one of those remotes

so I could fast forward through this performance right now.

Or we could pause time for us.

- Look at that fog, it is so thick

you could cut it with a butter knife.

This is a turn of events.

It's like driving over a misty lake

early in the morning.

- Oh, oh, it's in my mouth.

- Hi there, welcome to Morton Triversity!

What dorm?

Uh, Bigtall, I think.

- Oh, so you're looking for 420-friendly.

So then you're going to just go straight down this pathway

and you're gonna take a left at the coffee shop,

and right then you'll--

* Then you shot that plain-clothes cop *

- You're in college, knock it off!

Mom!

There's a cute girl over there!

I don't care!

- Here is your official rape trumpet.

Just give it a little toot in case of an emergency.

Cool, thanks.

Hey, what's your name?

My name's Wrecka.

Chinny Chin, is that your name?

Well, you don't have to worry about talking.

Don't you worry your little chinny-chin-chin.

Okay.

What?

All right, Mom.

I'm gonna go now.

It's okay, it's okay.

Have fun, honey.

- Now, don't go joining any of those

a capella groups while you're here.

I always hated those groups.

Okay.

- He's right, or we'll disown you.

But seriously.

Okay, bye.

They grow up so fast.

- Chinny Chin, welcome to the Wrecka deck.

There's nowhere else that has this setup.

Don't touch this.

What is under your bed?

- Hey! - Hey.

Brony.

Uh, nope, Besse.

- Okay, um, maybe it's a lot, but you know,

there's nothing more majestic than the thought

of me riding a magical horse.

- Uh, I mean, whatever floats your boat.

I'm not totally weird.

I mean, there's a ton of Bronies out there, by the way.

Oh, and I can do magic too.

Crap, that's not right.

Hey, my sweet little girl.

It's been such a long time.

Dad, I'm your daughter.

Oh, oh, my bad.

I'm Wrecka's dad, Dr. Tickle.

I teach Tickling 101.

See how good I am at it?

No, dad, dad, stop, stop.

- Let's show your roommate, come on.

No.

Tickle tickle!

Come here, come on, tickle tickle.

It works with Wrecka, come here.

No, no, no no no, stop.

Just a little more,

just a little more. - Stop, Dad, stop!

I said stop.

Okay, fine.

- Don't you have a class to teach or something?

- I'm just making sure you're getting involved,

getting plugged in.

- I've got Chinny Chin, she's all I need.

I'm leaving.

- I'm gonna guide her, so I'm gonna go with her.

Bye, Dad.

Hey, wanna join the Bronies?

Yay or neigh?

- Bro, no, she can't join the club.

Why not?

It doesn't matter.

I'm not so sure I want to anyway.

- And what's that supposed to mean?

I dunno, it's just kinda lame.

You're lame!

You don't know anything!

Hey, calm down, calm down.

He's triggered now, are you happy?

Sorry.

Bye, Felicia.

But I'm not.

- I know the group you wanna join.

- As long as it's not the Punching Each Other

in the Face Group, then I'm fine.

- Oh, they're cooler than a Popsicle on a summer's day.

In Morton, there's only one true group of men.

The Melodogs.

The pit bulls of Morton, the kings of the dog pound.

- So choreographed marking of territory, then.

That's right.

- Man, how is it that the punching each other guys group

can get members, but we can't?

Keep it together.

There is a group of beautiful Italian Vogue models

just waiting to join, I can feel it.

I'm not giving up.

Where are the models that shave every four hours?

- And if they don't shave every four hours?

Unacceptable.

- Hi! - Oh, hi.

Hi!