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[episode starts.]

Gromble: Good scare, Oblina. And it works on so many levels. Ding, ding, ding, went my heart. Now, let's see our next scare can lift our next standard.

Ickis: Please just this once. I'll do anything you want. I'm invisible. He doesn't see me, he doesn't see me, he doesn't see me.

Gromble: Alright, who's got a new scare for me? Oh, I know. It's you.


Gromble: Class dismissed. And Ickis, the viewfinder will be waiting for you.

Ickis: Phew, saved by the belch.

Krumm: You lucked out, Ickis.

Oblina: Now you can do a scare for tomorrow's class.

Ickis: Yeah, later. Let's go play in the dump.

Oblina: Ickis, I cannot believe you. You were sitting there shaking like a human during the entire class. And now you're going to play?

Ickis: Listen, Miss Goody Two-Lips. I have got plenty of time to do a scare.


Ickis: I got to do is scare. I can't to a scare. What I'm gonna do? I don't know what I'm gonna do. What am I gonna do? I can't. I can't, I can't, can't!

Krumm: Why don't you go to bed?

Oblina: I hate to say I told you so, Ickis. Actually, I don't hate it at all. I told you so, I told you so, I told you so.

Krumm: Face it, Ickis. The only way getting out of this one is when the viewfinder breaks down.


Ickis: Krumm! Oblina! Viewfinder.. jewels... escape... failure... expelled!

Oblina: Ickis, what are you talking about?

Krumm: Oh no, you freed the viewfinder?

Oblina: How did you know he said that?

Krumm: I'm fluent in Panicky, Ickis.

Ickis: You got to help me!

Oblina: Well, I hate to say I told you so but...


Oblina: Well, since you put that way...


Ickis: We got it!

Krumm: It's not in here.

Oblina: Hello.

Old Man: Hey! I can walk.

Oblina: It is not here either.

Woman: Selma, did I tell you about Shirley's latest face lift?

Selma: Again?

Woman: Uh-huh.

Selma: She have so many face lifts, her lips are middle of her forehead.


Groovy Man: Oh, groovy! It's perfect for the coffee house. It's so... so retro.

Ickis: Oh no! It's gone forever! We'll never catch it, now, now, never!

Woman: Taxi! Taxi! Driver, take me to...

Cab Man: Hey, lady, I'm a cabby, not a mind reader. Where do you want to going?

Oblina: Driver... Take me to... follow that multi color people mover.

Cab Man: You mean the van?

Oblina: Whatever.

Cab Man: Okay, you went to 15 feet. That'll be a 14 of your American dollars. Hey, barbeque head. Pay up!

Monique: Where have you been all this time!?

Man: Hey, my mom call and I went bowling, Monique. You know there's nobody else but you.


Man: Louise, baby, you know there's nobody else but you.

Monique: My name's not Louise!

Man: It's not what you think, baby.


Ickis: Yes! There is no way we can drag this all the way back to the dump.

Kid: Monsters!

Oblina: Good scare.

Ickis: See? This is much easier to push.


Chair Owner: You call these chairs antiques? I have to face it. I'll never find. Oh. That chair of my dream.

Exposia: It's me, sir, Exposia. Mr. Mayor, it's Exposia, yes, sir, me, sir.

Mayor: The answer to your question is... I have no comment. Now, who's next?

Reporter: Mr. Mayor, is it true that a quarter of a million dollars has been missing from the city treasury?

Mayor: Oh, why that's absolutely poppycock. And to prove that, here's our city treasurer to explain our needlessly complex accounting system. And remember, he's not lying just to keep his job.


Reporter: Mr. Mayor, I can't believe it.

Mayor: Is this a bad time to announce my bid for reelection?

Ickis: This is gonna be a piece of...

Krumm: Here, viewfinder, here, viewfinder, nice viewfinder. I got scares for you.

Ickis: It's no use. I'll never find it.

Chair Owner: Aw. My pretty. At last, we are alone. The one chair that as alumited me all my life, the one chair that makes my collection complete.


Young Chair Owner: I'll show you. Someday I'll have every chair in the world. I'll never be without a seat again.

Chair Owner: My tragic youth comes back to haunt me. You betrayed me, you lousy honk of firewood! Well, that's the last time a chair gets the best of Chuckie Chippendale.


Oblina: It seems to have gotten heavier in the past hour. This would not have happened at all if you have done your homework in first place, Ickis.

Ickis: Alright! Okay. Let's just get the viewfinder and-

Ickis: I'll write you after I'm expelled.

Krumm: Oh, don't worry about it, Ickis. Once the Snorch gets through with you, you probably won't be able to write.

Ickis: I never thought I say this, but I would love to see the viewfinder one last time.


Ickis: There. That outta hold it.

Gromble: Well, Ickis, nice to see you here bright and early. No doubt you get to show us your scare.

[Ickis whines.]

Gromble: No explanation necessary. GET IN!


Gromble: Ickis. Why do I get the feeling that this has something to do with you?

[Ickis groans, the episode ends.]