All rights go to Warner Bros Studios. I just wanted a place I could find this (I watched the episode 17 times, so I could write this all down.)
Pip: Pleased to meet you, Yakko, name’s Francis Pumphandle, but everyone calls me Pip.
Yakko: Great cheese balls, huh Pip?
Pip: I’ll say. Cheese balls are one of my all-time favorite foods. I always seem to meet the most interesting people when I’m around them, too. In fact, cheese balls bring to mind the time I met Bob Barker.
Yakko: You don’t say…
Pip: Yes, indeed — Bob Barker, star of the most popular morning game show. He’s an emcee, a host and a celebrity all rolled into one. Anyway, eight months ago, it was Tuesday the 17th, I believe, or it might have been the 18th — no, no, it was definitely the 17th, because it was precisely one week after my Aunt Lucretia’s birthday, which is the 10th. Aunt Lucretia’s quite a woman — loves to cook. She prepares a fabulous [war-shoo-off] — that’s a Chinese duck dish. I love Chinese food. I once went to a party where they served Chinese food and cheese balls. Now that was a Catch-22 situation. Catch-22 was a movie, you know. It was long — VERY long. They say the book was better, but it was a novel, and I never finish reading those things. Of course, a lot of people don’t read much nowadays; they watch television. I caught a program on PBS last night — a very good show on chimpanzees in the media. They had a clip of [Jay Fred Mug and a chimp] on the Today Show, but it was Fred’s chimpanzee’s girlfriend that had me stumped. I couldn’t remember her name, so I looked it up. Her name was Fibi B. Bibi.
Yakko: Dot Warner, this is Francis Pumphandle, but…
Pip and Yakko: Everyone calls me Pip.
Pip: Anyway, as I was saying, eight months ago, Tuesday the 17th, I went downtown on a nice relaxing stroll. I love to relax. In fact, relaxing is a hobby of mine. Some people play golf, others like tennis, horseshoes, bridge, canasta, and other such fancy hobbies.
Pip: Darned to meetcha. Now another hobby enjoyed by many is knitting. My grandmother was a great knitter — knitted this sweater I’m wearing. It’s red, which is not my favorite color. I prefer mauve or a mustard yellow. Now, don’t get me wrong, red is okay for ties and suspenders, but with sweaters I prefer more neutral colors. But when I’m relaxing, I don’t care WHAT I wear — long pants, bermuda shorts, t-shirts, or formal attire, you name it — anything goes. Now, on the 17th, during my relaxing stroll, I recall wearing my herringbone jacket, my Laughlin, Nevada souvenir tie, and my charcoal grey slacks — or was it the navy slacks? Oh, I suppose it doesn’t really matter, does it? What matters is comfort. You know, I once stayed at a Comfort Inn — warm, cozy, comfortable. I love comfort. It goes along with that pastime of mine — relaxing. Now, for me, there’s nothing more relaxing than a nice leisurely stroll like the one I took eight months ago on the 17th. It was a bright, sunny day, which of course is the optimum condition for relaxed strolling. And as I walked along, I found myself humming a haunting melody. I kept humming and humming and humming and humming. I couldn’t get the tune out of my head. I racked my brain to come up with the title, but to no avail. You see, I’m not terribly musical — and yet, I’d always wanted to play a musical instrument and be like my musical hero, Leo Sayer. But who can compete with Leo? I think I was just scared I’d fail. Well, I decided right then and there to go buy a musical instrument. So on the particular Tuesday the 17th to which I was referring, I went down to the Sixth Street Musical Emporium to buy a new tambourine, a terribly soothing instrument contrary to popular opinion. And as I was strolling along, I detected a wonderful scent in the morning air. “What could it be?” I asked myself. So I went toward that marvelous scent, distracted by its aroma from my musical mission. The odor was a mix of orchid flowers and bologna, which, of course, is one of the world’s most underappreciated luncheon meats — that and pimento loaf. I love a good pimento-loaf-and-mayo sandwich — the more pimentos, the better. Why just the mention of pimentos makes my taste buds stand up and say “Howdy”. Now there’s an interesting word — “howdy”. Is it from “How are you?”, or maybe “How ya doing?” “Howdy”‘s one of those strange words that really HAS no origin. I like saying, “How do” more than “Howdy” — more formal, I think — not too flowery. But the flowery aroma of that particular Tuesday morning carried me on my fragrant quest. Now, the smell was actually less bologna and more orchid, the beautiful flower found on the island state of Hawaii. Of course, I wasn’t in Hawaii, so I needed to search out the location of the nearest orchid. So, I visited every flower shop in town. Well, to make a long story short, not a SINGLE flower shop in town had ANY orchids in stock, which seemed mighty curious to me. Now, as we all know, curiosity killed the cat, but since I’m not feline, I wasn’t too worried. Felines are funny creatures, don’t you think? I had a cat once. It used its claws to tear my living room couch to shreds. It was a comfy couch, too — had a sleep-away bed in it with a foam rubber mattress. Now, I bought the couch AND the mattress at Levine’s department store on Third Avenue the very same afternoon of that relaxing stroll aforementioned. I also bought myself a lovely tambourine on that same shopping expedition. Anyway, I didn’t want to pay extra for the delivery of the couch, so I decided to carry the couch home myself. It was quite cumbersome, and getting it through the store’s revolving doors was a bit of a challenge. And just as I emerged onto the street, by accident I bumped into a well-dressed man with an orchid in his lapel. It was Bob Barker, and he was eating and bologna-and-cheese-ball sandwich. Well, it’s been nice chatting with you. Bye!