(steam whistle) Ding dong! Business Cat, I’m here for the shareholder’s meeting! (schlunk)
Right on schedule. First order of business: are we still on for Jelly Jam Sandwiches at six? I’m warming them up in my hat right now… using Brain Power! (Delta Blues Crooner) Jeeeelllllyyy Hrrrmmmm Jaaaaaam! Good. Well, that’s all I have. Any new business with you? Mmmm, I found this dumb baby.
(cute baby noises) A dumb baby? Whose dumb baby?
I dunno. It was just on the ground being stupid, so I picked it up. We’ll be your dads until
we find your actual dumb parents. Dumb babies are expensive and bad for business.
How can we turn this crisis around? Don’t ask me. You’re the Business Cat.
Yes… I am the Business Cat. We should invest money in the baby for future gains. Here… (whump)
Put these dollars in its mouth. (coo) Is it generating any profit??
Eew, it’s generating something… This is no good. One might say this is the opposite of good. Do you think the baby’s… EVIL ???
Since the arrival of this baby, our liquid assets have plunged 80,000 percent.
(whap) If this trend continues, we will have infinitely
negative liquid assets by the end of the quarter. (crash)
Douglas, go find that Voodoo-Baby’s parents before it ruins the business.
(crumbling) Or I’ll dispose of it… myself.
But, where are they? (music)
That was good, but you’re coming in with the beats too early. Wait for the arpeggios.
Haunted baby, incoming! AAAH!!!! (crash)
Ha ha, Wendy! You drop babies harder than your robot thing drops fat beats!
What are you doing with a baby? Finding it a home. Is it yours?
Oof! No. It’s cute. And, sticky! It got its grubby mittys into my jelly jam.
(Blues Crooner) Jelllyyy Jaaaamm, gettin’ babies all stickyyyyy!
Wait, why do you think it’s mine? You can give up the charade, Wendy. Business
Cat told me all about your baby-prison. Please don’t call my uterus a “baby-prison.”
(cannon shot) Don’t shoot! I’ll confess government secrets!
(clank) Douglas! I purchased this expensive tank to
protect us from financial bankruptcy. Coincidentally, we are now bankrupt. And it’s that baby’s
fault. Deliver it to that baby-daddy…or Baby-Momma… or both! Maybe deliver it to inside this tank-gun. I’m voting against the tank-gun idea.
Well, I’m voting for it twice. No tank guns, Business Cat. I motion for an
emergency shareholder’s meeting. Motion granted. You may enter the tank.
Sorry Wendy. Shareholders only. You owe me, like, twelve dollars, Business
Cat. Which means I basically own most of the business. No girls. (clang)
Oooh, wow, it’s really hot and muggy in here. Yep.
Enough of this nonsense. We can’t afford having this baby around any longer.
It needs a home that isn’t the ground. We should take care of it!
If you don’t lose that baby, I’LL lose that baby for you! You’ll have to get through me first, Cat Man! Looks like somebody’s cruising for a bruising. This kid’s stomach is growling. Do you have
any babyfood on you? Like, mushy fruit preserves? (Blues Crooner) Muuushy Fruuuuit!!!! Mushy Fruit Preserves, what! We can’t find your parents, but, we can’t
afford to feed you our jelly jam. It’s just too precious a commodity!
Well… I guess this is… goodbye. (music)
Here’s a knife in case any hobos give you trouble. This baby, forge your path into the
future. Rely on yourself. A lot of babies with missing parents become totally rad adults.
So, do that. Grow up and be rad. (steam whistle)
Let it go, Douglas. It’s a baby of the rails now. It’s free.
This isn’t right! We should have raised him as our own.
Douglas, that baby’s safer on the rails than with us. We’d make terrible parents.
I did toss him around like a football… I gave that kid my shanking knife! Do you
know how irresponsible that was? With us out of the equation, that baby has a slightly
higher probability of being just fine. (Blues Crooner) Teerrrrrible Paaaarents…
that gave a knife to a baby! Uuuh, we forgot to turn the tank off.
Let’s eat jelly jam first, worry about the murder-tank later.
(Blues Crooner) Those knuckleheads broooooke my rainbow! It’s a damn shame.
Hangover! Jeeeelllllyyy Hrrrmmmm Jaaaaaam!