ATTENTION, SHOPPERS! BLANKET PULLS OUT OF MANIC-DEPRESSIVE DOWNSLIDE! HEAR THAT, FELLAS? IN THE HOUSE TEN SECONDS AND WHO DOES SHE NEED? SOME OLD WINDBAG? A DIM BULB BY WHICH TO READ DR. HE SOUNDS JUST LIKE- THE MASTER! HE SOUNDS JUST LIKE THE MASTER DID WHEN HE WAS LITTLE. YOU HUNGRY? QUITE A SET OF PIPES ON THAT ONE. WHEN DID I LAST TELL YOU I LOVE YOU? ABOUT 30 SECONDS AGO IN THE DRIVEWAY. HOW'S HE DOING? - SLEEPING LIKE A BABY. THAT COULD HAPPEN, COULDN'T IT? I DON'T THINK SO. AND EVEN BETTER, USES US! AND I LIKE BEING USED! I WISH THEY'D TAKE WHATEVER THEY'RE BRINGING BACK TO WHERE IT CAME FROM. EVEN THE MASTER'S- GIRLFRIEND? - DOMESTIC PARTNER? - WIFE. WILL HE OR SHE LIKE US? - WE'LL HAVE TO WAIT AND SEE. IT'S A- IT'S A NEW MASTERLING! IT'S A BABY! WHAT FACTORY DID HE COME FROM? BABIES DON'T COME FROM FACTORIES, DUMMY! WHERE DO BABIES COME FROM? UH, WELL, UH, HMM- WELL, WHEREVER IT CAME FROM, I'M SURE THAT HE- OR SHE- OR IT- WILL BE VERY NICE. I KNOW! SHE'S BRINGING HOME A SAUSAGE! WOW! THAT'S ONE HUNGRY SAUSAGE. I CAN'T SEE! - WHAT'S THAT SHE'S HOLDING? - IT'S ALL COVERED UP. WHY, WHEN YOU'VE TRAVELED THE LONG, DUSTY THROW RUG OF LIFE LIKE I HAVE, THAT DOESN'T SEEM LIKE MUCH. SOUNDS LIKE- THE MASTER'S CAR! I'D RECOGNIZE THOSE BADLY OUT-OF-TUNE CYLINDERS ANYWHERE. I HEARD THAT! - AND I HEAR SOMETHING ELSE. WE'RE THE MUSKETEERS, REMEMBER? ALL FOR ONE AND- WE DON'T MEAN YOU! WE COULD SNEAK UP ON HIM TONIGHT AND SHOVE HIM BACK INTO HIS BOX. THERE'S SOME CHANGES ABOUT TO BE MADE AROUND HERE, AND THEY DON'T INVOLVE YOU. I'VE BEEN ASKIN' MYSELF THE SAME QUESTION. WE SAYS! - WHAT GOOD ARE YOU, ANYWAY? - YEAH. YOU CAN JUST AS EASILY GO BACK TO WHERE YOU CAME FROM. I'M THE FUTURE! OH, YEAH? WELL, LISTEN, YOU- YOU RADIOACTIVE THING, YOU. THEY'LL COME AND THEY'LL GO, BUT I'LL STILL BE HERE.
THEY'RE JUST HUMANS! NO CIRCUITS TO SPEAK OF. MISS THEM? YOU GUYS ARE NOT TO BE BELIEVED.
HOW COME THE MASTER ONLY TAKES YOU OUT EVERY APRIL 14th? TAX TIME! I LIVE FOR IT! BLANKY, WHAT'S THE MATTER? WHEN ARE THE MASTER AND MISTRESS COMING HOME? I MISS THEM. WHAT DID YOU SAY? I SAID, "NONE OF US NEEDS A HEARING AID"! AS THEY SAY IN THE OLD COUNTRY, A HINT I CAN TAKE. THANK GOODNESS! BUT FOR THE LIFE OF ME I CAN'T FIGURE OUT WHAT HE'S GOOD FOR.
WHY ELSE WOULD THEY KEEP CHANGING MY BATTERY? I STILL CAN'T FIGURE OUT WHY THEY DIDN'T TOSS HIM IN THE OL' TRASHEROO WHEN THEY MOVED IN. THE MISTRESS AND THE MASTER MUST LIKE HIM. I THINK HE GOT A NEW-MODEL HEARING AID JUST BEFORE HE MOVED AWAY. HE USED TO BELONG TO SOME SMARTY-PANTS GUY. AH, YOU WERE SAYING THAT HEARING AID HAS BEEN HERE A LONG TIME? YEAH. HE WAS IN THE JUNK DRAWER WHEN WE MOVED IN, REMEMBER? A FORMER OWNER OF THE HOUSE MUST HAVE LEFT HIM THERE. WHY, BACK IN THE OLD COUNTRY- HERE HE GOES WITH THE BLUE DANUBE AND THE WIENER SCHNITZEL AGAIN. ♪ I LIKE BREAD AND BUTTER WAH-WAH-DOO-DAH DAY ♪ ♪ A SCOTTY WOTTY DOO-DAH DAY, YEAH ♪ PREPARE A EULOGY. ♪ NO MORE BREAD AND BUTTER ♪ - ♪ NO MORE TOAST AND JAM ♪ - ♪ NO MORE BREAD AND BUTTER NO MORE TOAST AND JAM ♪ ♪ NO MORE BREAD AND BUTTER NO MORE TOAST AND JAM ♪ ♪ OH, IT'S THE LITTLE PEST FROM THE JUNK DRAWER. HOW 'BOUT SOME RAP? - THEY DON'T CALL THEM "GOLDEN OLDIES" FOR NOTHIN'. ♪ ♪ HE LIKES BREAD AND BUTTER ♪ ♪ HE LIKES TOAST AND JAM ♪ YEAH! I LOVE THIS SONG! WELL, COME OVER HERE, TWIST MY DIAL AND PUMP UP THE VOLUME! WHEE! ♪ HE LIKES BREAD AND BUTTER ♪ ♪ YOU KNOW, THERE HAVE BEEN SOME GOOD SONGS WRITTEN IN THE LAST 20 YEARS.
The brave little toaster goes to mars full#
THIS FIRST ONE'S GOING OUT TO OUR CHROME-PLATED CRONY WITH A BIG HEART FULL OF CRUMBS.
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