The Ren & Stimpy Show/Season 2

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The Ren & Stimpy Show is an American animated television series created by John Kricfalusi for Nickelodeon. The series follows the adventures of titular characters Ren, an emotionally unstable chihuahua, and Stimpy, a good-natured, dimwitted cat.

Svën: I'm looking for you now. I'm finding you.

Stimpy: I'm hiding in the closet...like an idiot.

[Ren returns home from work on a rainy day. He is shocked when he see's the house is a mess]

Ren: [angrily] I knew it! Cat dirt... everywhere! [starts to get more angry, but suddenly calms down] Well, at least I'm home. I can continue my intellectual pursuits!

[A mellow Ren walks away, but then stops and is appalled at the sight of his opera records stuck to the wall]

Ren: My opera records COVERED IN BUBBLE GUM! AAAAAAAAHHHHHH! [sniffles a little, then turns around and notices several germs exiting open jars and squirming down the drain] My collection of rare, incurable diseases violated! NOOOOOOOOOOO! [Sees his dinosaur droppings colored like Easter eggs] My dinosaur droppings painted like EASTER EGGS!

[Stimpy and Svën cease playing when they hear Ren's outburst]

Ren: AAAHHHH!!!!!!! You IDIOTS!!! [Ren angrily stomps toward Stimpy and Svën, who back away several times until they hit a wall] YOOOOOUU... BOTH OF YOU!!! [He starts shaking angrily, but then transitions to a kind of sadistic calmness] Oh, what I'm gonna do to you. [He starts shaking his fists, thinking of ways to hurt Stimpy and Svën, who are cowering together; slowly] I'm so angry! First, I'm gonna tear your lips out. Yeah, that's what I'm gonna do. And then, I'm gonna gouge your eyes out! Yeah, that's what I'm gonna do.

Stimpy: We don't like this, Ren!

Svën: Ja, you're scaring us!

Ren: Yeah. You're scared, huh? Next, I'm gonna TEAR your arms out of the sockets! [mimes ripping their arms out and the dislocated arm dangling. Stimpy and Svën whimper while rubbing their arms] And you wanna know what else? I'm gonna hit ya, and you're gonna fall... and I'm gonna look down... and I'm gonna laugh. [Stimpy and Sven both cry] But first... [Stimpy and Svën gasp] FIRST... [suddenly calm] I gotta take a whiz! Don't you go anywhere. [Points to the ground they're standing on] You stay right here... Right on this spot... I'll be back! [Ren stomps away, and over the "Don't Whiz on the Electric Fence game before turing around and noticing it] What's this stupid thing?!

Stimpy: [cheerfully] It's a game, Ren!

Svën: Ja, it's really fun!

[Ren takes a look at the game, then turns to Stimpy and Svën, then smiles evilly, coming up with an idea]

Ren: Oh, ya like this game?

Stimpy: Oh yeah, Ren!

Svën: We love it!

Ren: Oh, ya like the game, huh? Do you really like it?

Stimpy and Svën: It's our favorite game in the whole world!

Ren: Oh, ya like the game, huh? Then how do you like this?!

[Ren produces a fly on his crotch and unzips it. Stimpy and Svën only look in horror as Ren whizzes all over the game. Ren looks at Stimpy and Svën giggling manically. Then the whole house explodes, sending the trio to Hell. The Devil appears.]

The Devil: So, you whizzed on the electric fence, did ya?

Commercial Jingle: Don't Whiz on the Electric Fence!

George Liquor: Alright boys, this is it. A real dog's gotta learn how to protect its master. Now in order to protect, you must learn how to ATTACK! Come on, boys! ATTACK! Let's go, Rex! ATTACK ME!

Stimpy: But you are my kind and beloved master! [sobs] I CA-A-A-A-AN'T!

[Ren, now in an manic and psychotic state smiles intensely and taking great pleasure at the conflict unfolding. Now with the intent to attack George. He turns his head and sees and oar conveniently placed next to the fireplace. Realizing his twisted opportunity, Ren swiftly picks the oar up and with a look of malice prepares to attack.]

Ren: BUT I CAN!!! (Sarcastically) “DROP AND GIVE ME TWENTY!!!!"

[Ren hits the oar at George Liquor, laughs maniacally, then swings the oar at him again and lands a hit on George Liquor's head.]

Stimpy: NOOOOO!!!

George Liquor: [slow motion] Whoa.

[In slow motion, Ren slaps his oar at George Liquor's head, dentures come out, And in normal motion, Ren then slams his oar into George Liquor's head. George Liquor's eye pops out and droops down and blinks twice in one eye.]

Ren: (Sarcastically) “IT'S THE DISCIPLINE THAT BEGETS LOVE!!!!" [Ren slaps his oar at George Liquor twice]

Stimpy: NOOOOO!!! [tear his ears off and grabs onto the oar, trying to prevent Ren from delivering another swing] YOU MUSN'T, he's our master!

Ren: eh-SHUT UP!, You're next, Mr. Doggie Treat! HI-YA! [Ren then sadistically beats George with the oar while he is on the ground.]

Mr. Horse: Next!

George Liquor: HERE! Take a look at this!

Mr. Horse: [looks at Ren's eyes] Hmmm... [the close-up of Ren's eyes is shown] Asthma Chihuahua, huh? Look at that. [Mr. Horse looks at Ren's ears, full of bugs] Well, this is representive of this sickness brain. Alright, he's in. [Mr. Horse puts Ren to the Final Contestants.]

Ren: Stimpy.

Mr. Horse: Hmm... [Mr. Horse looks at Stimpy's mouth] Never seen this breed before. [Mr. Horse looks at Stimpy's butt] Hmmm... [Mr. Horse covers Stimpy] No sir, this butt's too smooth. Never heard of that. [Bulldog tries to open his mouth]

George Liquor: TAKE A CLOSER LOOK, YA MORON! DON'T YOU KNOW WHAT CORNIE'S BACK SIDE WHEN YOU SEE ONE?!?

Mr. Horse: Maybe I won't!

Stimpy: Hey Ren, he reminds me of your uncle Eddie.

Ren: Why's that?

Stimpy: 'Cause he's big and stinky!

Ren: [slaps him] Hey! You shouldn't say mean things like that. Did you ever consider that this horse might have feelings?

Johnny: Dear Stimpy, I have a... secret. I know I can tell you, because you are nice, and would not tell anybody. I'm afraid to tell my friends, because they'll laugh.

Ren: Aww...

Johnny: I know you would never laugh at me.

Ren: Uh-uh!

Johnny: So... here's my secret. Every night... I wet the bed.

[Ren is aghast.]

Johnny: I can't help it! Please tell me what to do. Your friend, Johnny.

[Ren thinks for a while, then starts writing a response.]

Ren: Dear Johnny... You make me SICK!!! You probably wet the bed on purpose! I have written letters to everybody at your school warning them never to sleep over with you. Your friend...

Stimpy: [shocked] REN!!!

Mailman: Mailman. Got some mail here! [Ren is revealed to be in a Robotic Stimpy] Ah, hello Mr. Cat. You're looking healthy this morning.

Ren: Shut up. duh, I don't want anymore of your filthy letters! Your services are not welcomed here, and, duhh, tell those pesky kids to stop writing me, Stimpson J. Cat, duhhh.

Mailman: Um, Whatever you say. Actually, I only have one letter today and it's for Mr. Höek. I guess I'll just throw this one out.

Ren: GIVE ME THAT! ahahaehehe~! Letter for me, letter for me! Nothing for Stimpy! No, no, no, Mr. Ren Höek! ahehehhehe~! It says!

Stimpy: [wakes up] Aaahh~, Good Morning Ren~.

Ren: Kihihihihi~! You, you and your fan mail! Mr. Fan Club! [He jumps out of robot] Everybody loves you, don't they?! Well guess what the Mailman bought you today...NOTHING! This letter's for me! See?! You they have forgotten?! Now it's me they love! It is I that is the most loved. I, who shall rule! OH YES! THIS IS THE PROOF! THIS IS THE PROOF THAT YOU...ARE...FINISHED! Listen! This one says: Dear Ren, it's me, it's me! You are my favorite TV star! Nobody, nobody but you is funny or smart as you. SEE? ARE YOU GETTING THIS?! I AM THE BEST! [echoing] I AM KING!! Listen to this! You may learn something. I wish I could be just like you! How about THAT?! A man with some ambition. You are my favorite person in whole wide WORLD! HA! Love~, it says love~. Your pal,.... [surprised] Stimpy? Stimpy. I'm so ashamed.

Stimpy: I meant every word. [Ren begins to cry] There, there Ren~. There, there!

Ren: Look at me. Big, mean Ren...crying like a baby. Pretty pathetic, huh?

Stimpy: Oh, pasha! No one will never know. You just cry your little eyes out.

Anthony's dad: [to Ren and Stimpy] Let's get something straight here. I don't like you. I don't like cartoons. You're here for one reason. My son, Anthony, likes you, and as long as you're good to my boy, you can stay. But if you do anything... to destroy his beliefs, or harm him... in any way... [gets choked up] so help me... [crying] Excuse me. Don't you even put that picture in my head. Do we understand each other?

Ren and Stimpy: [in unison] We understand, very well.

[Victor has knocked Anthony unconscious and Ren is trying to wake him up. Just then, Anthony's dad comes outside and sees what is happening; he mistakes Ren's attempts to save his son as an attack.]

Anthony's dad: [devastated] No... No...!

Ren: [desperate] Snap out of it, I tell you!

Anthony's dad: [approaches Ren] Get off. Get off my son.

[Ren complies.]

Anthony's dad: [crying] Oh... Oh, Anthony... My beloved child.

[Anthony's dad picks Anthony up and starts praying to God.]

Anthony's dad: I know I've strayed from Your path. And, maybe I don't go to church often enough. But, You know I'm a good man. I don't ask for much. But I'm asking... for this one thing. Please... don't take my boy from me. Give him a couple more good weeks.

Ren: [crying] I didn't do it, man!

Anthony's dad: [angrily] Alright, you two. You march into the house. Meet me in the DEN.

[Anthony's dad is confronting Ren and Stimpy in the den.]

Anthony's dad: Oh... You guys are big shots. [chuckles] Big shots from Hollywood. Is that what makes you feel big? Huh?! Pushing little boys around? Ya feel like big men, playing with little boys' feelings, huh?! You Hollywood types make me SICK! You think because you come from HOLLYWOOD, you can push decent people around. People who work for a living! I work my fingers to the bone, to feed my wife, and... [chokes up] my boy, Anthony. [crying] Oh, Anthony, you've got to pull through! [becomes angry again] I bet you wussies never worked a stinkin' day, in your stinkin' little lives! Show me your hands!

[Ren and Stimpy present their hands to Anthony's dad.]

Anthony's dad: Just as I thought. Soft as a baby's head. Well, look at these hands! [shows Ren and Stimpy his hands, which have rocks growing out of them] These are the hands of a working man! What'd you ever do for society anyway, just what do you do to earn your keep?

Stimpy: Eh... Well, we make people laugh.

Anthony's dad: Real hard work, making people laugh. Did you go to school to make people laugh? Listen. I make people laugh, too. But nobody gives ME money! You wanna hear a joke?

Stimpy: Well, I...

Anthony's dad: I'll tell ya a joke. And you're gonna laugh! Alright. Here's the joke. Ya ready? Why did they bury the fireman... behind the hill? Come on, funny guys, huh? Huh, huh? Why?

Ren and Stimpy: [trembling with fear; in unison] We don't know why they buried the fireman behind the hill...

Anthony's dad: I'll tell ya why. Because he was DEAD!

Stimpy: [laughs] That's pretty good, huh, Ren? Maybe we could use that.

[Ren smacks Stimpy.]

Anthony's dad: Alright, funny guys. I wanna know something. [increasing with anger] I just wanna know one thing... JUST ONE THING FROM YOU... [suddenly casual] So what makes you guys move, anyway?

The Anthem of The Royal Canadian Kilted Yaksmen
(Sung to the theme of My Country Tis of Thee)
Our country reeks of trees,
Our Yaks are really large,
And they smell like rotting beef-carcases.
And we have to clean up after them,
And our saddle-sores are the best.
We proudly wear womens clothing,
and searing sand blows up our skirts.
And the buzzards, they soar overhead,
and poisonous snakes, will devour us whole.
Our bones will bleach in the sun.
And we will probably go to hell!
And that, is our great reward.
For being the-uh royal CANADIAN, KILTED, YAKSMEN.

Shaven Yak: SHUT UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!!!!!!! I can't STAND IT ANYMORE!!! All the time, singing! SINGING! Why won't he STOP?! Listen! You hear that? [Starts laughing maniacally]

Ren : What's on TV tonight?

Stimpy: I don't care.

Ren: Commander Hoek and Cadet Stimpy!

Stimpy: I don't care.

Ren: Hey look. It's time for Muddy Mudskipper!

Stimpy: I don't care.

[Ren looks concerned for a moment, then has an idea]

Ren: Look what I got for you! A new catnip mouse!

Stimpy: [turning it away] Ah....

Ren: Mr. Catnip Mouse!

[Ren tries to get Stimpy to play with the mouse, but Stimpy doesn't respond, then Ren has another idea]

Ren: It's Mr. Litter Box! Come on! Take a stinky one! [scratches steps] Nice and stinky!

Stimpy: Stinky... [loud, violent crying]

Ren: [annoyed] So THAT's it! YOU'RE still crying about your imaginary BUTT stinkyness!

Stimpy: I'm not listening to this anymore! He's real. He's REAL! He's REAL!

Ren: Look, man! It's time to get over this fantasy of yours. Let the wound heal. Come on, man, I'll help you. Together, we'll get through this, okay, buddy?

Stimpy: I don't care.

[At this point, Ren has finally lost his patience]

Ren: FINE! Sit here and wallow! You FAT, You -you STUPID... WHO NEEDS YA?! [storms off]