The Animaniacs' Adventures of Cats & Dogs

Tinkles' New Plan/Ransom Video

Calico: (honks horn) Brake! Whoa! Keep it stable! Brake! Hit the brake! 

Cat: Gas! 

A man gets in the way.

Calico: GET OUT OF THE ROAD YOU LUNATIC! Brake! Gas! 

He honks the horn. 

Mr. Tinkles: What are you doing up there? 

Calico: Brake! 

Mr. Tinkles: Can't you drive, you imbecile!? Don't make me come up there! OOF! 

(Squeegee against the back window)

Calico: Where did you guys get your license? 

The cats enter the factory, with Mr. Tinkles riding with Mr. Mason on his lap. 

Mr. Tinkles: Hello. Out of my way. 

The Workers Flock Trees and snowmen.

Man on PA: Attention Employees, Work quickly. Only Seven Months until Christmas! 

(A/N: This story takes place in June)

Worker 1: Hello, Mr. Mason! 

Mr. Tinkles: Step out of the way. 

Worker 2: Good morning! 

Mr. Tinkles: Back to work. 

Worker 3: Hello, sir! 

Mr. Tinkles: Get a life. Out of my way.

Worker 4: Hi, sir!

Mr. Tinkles: No lunch for you! 

Worker 5: Mr. Mason! Hello Sir! 

Worker 6: Morning, Mr. Mason! 

Mr. Tinkles: Nice hat! 

Worker 7: How are you feeling, sir?

Mr. Tinkles: None of your business. 

Worker 8: Hello, Mr. Mason. 

Mr. Tinkles: Yes, that's me. Your employer, Mr. Mason. Not an evil cat bent on taking over the world. Out of my way. 

Worker 9: Hey, boss! How are ya?

Man on PA: All factory employees, Congratulations! This factory has been accident-free for 45 minutes! 

Mr. Mason's wheelchair rolls onto an elevator and ascends to the 2nd floor where his office was, where Mr. Tinkles was to enact his scheme. The Secretary watched as the doors of the floor opened, and she saw Mr. Mason in his Power Wheelchair and stops typing. 

Secretary: Sir! Mr. Mason! Sir? Sir?

Mr. Tinkles: Get the door. 

She does so and opens it for the two. 

Mr. Tinkles: Oh! Nice dress! 

The wheelchair rolls into the office and stops.

Secretary: Can I get you anything, sir?

Mr. Tinkles: Sushi and a quart of cream. Close the door.  

Then, Mr. Tinkles grabs a microphone. 

Mr. Tinkles: (over PA and talking) Attention... (feedback whines) Ow! Attention, human workers... This is your employer, Mr. Mason. Effective immediately, you are all fired! That's right, fired! 

(continued) Go home now. (raises his paw) Do not ask why. You have no one to blame but yourself, unless, of course, you have a dog. In fact, you know what... kick him. When you get home! That is all!