Hi Hi Puffy AmiYumi (TV Series)

Soap Box Derby/Talent Suckers Return/Prisoners of Yoyovia (2005)

Corey Burton: King, Nicolai, Conductor

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Quotes 

• Nicolai : Oh no! They're booing us! What do we do, Vlad? They hate us!

  Vladimir : [Vlad hits Nikolai's face with his microphone]  Idiot! They're yelling "Ooh, they're good! They love us!" Now, everybody... stage dive!

  [the band gets kicked out after twenty-five seconds] 

  Ami Onuki : The Talent Suckers, folks! Weren't they, uh... loud?

• Vladimir : Twenty-five seconds. Our longest show ever!

  Nicolai : We're on our way!

  Vladimir : [the Talent Suckers go to the ticket center]  Well, Mr. Darrell, we have come for our paycheck.

  Darrell : Paycheck? Ha! You guys were terrible. No, the way I figure, you owe me money.

  [He uses his cash register] 

  Darrell : Six hundred dollars.

  Vladimir : Would you take three zlotys and an onion?

  Darrell : No money, huh? Well, I suppose I could let you guys work it off.

  [the Talent Suckers were in shock] 

  Nicolai : But, I hate working!

  Vladimir : [Vlad slaps Nikolai's face]  Shut up, Nikolai!

  Nicolai : [He changes his mind]  I could work.

  Vladimir : We'll take your work, Mr. Darrell. We'll see you... in the morning.

  [the Talent Suckers put their arms in front of their faces and deployed smoke without moving. They moved seconds after the smoke faded away] 

• Vladimir : Nikolai! We have to work together.

  Nicolai : You're right, Vlad. Let's sweep that way.

  [Mitch throws a can out the door, leaving more trash in the stage] 

  Nicolai : Oh, no! We are terrible at cleaning, too! It's over! We're done for! Finished! Kaput!

  [Nikolai gets thrown to the curtain, that gets shortly ripped] 

  Vladimir : Fool! You have ripped the curtain. How will we fix it?

  [Mitch finds a hot glue gun] 

  Vladimir : Good, Mitch! A hot glue gun! Bring it over here.

  [Mitch sprays the glue gun] 

  Vladimir : Let go, Mitch! Let go!

  [the glue gets sprayed on the performers' food, making them unable to sing] 

  Vladimir : And he thinks that we were bad?

• Vladimir : [the Talent Suckers put Spiffy Pop popcorn in the machine and nothing happens]  What's wrong with it?

  [Mitch adds in more popcorn] 

  Nicolai : Oh, no. It's not working! Why, why, why!

  [He gets slapped by Vlad] 

  Vladimir : Calm down, Nik. I'm sure it's something simple.

  [Mitch brings up a truck filled with un-popped popcorn and dumps it; Vlad finds the plug] 

  Vladimir : A-ha! I found the problem!

  Nicolai : We just forgot to plug it in. Vlad, you're a genius!

  Vladimir : I know.

  [He plugs the machine in, causing all of the popcorn to pop and nearly destroy Darrell Dome] 

  Darrell : My arena. My beautiful arena!

• Darrell : This is your last... chance. Now, listen to me. All you have to do is give this baton to the symphony conductor as he walks on to the stage. Got it?

  Vladimir : You can count on us!

  Nicolai : Vlad, I can't find Mitch! He's missing!

  Vladimir : Oh, no. We can't let him mess this one up! Find him before he ruins everything!

  [Mitch gets stuck in a tuba] 

  Vladimir : Mitch?

  Nicolai : Oh, no. Mitch is stuck! We'll never get him! Why-

  [He gets hit by the baton] 

  Vladimir : Stop blubbering, you stupid fool and help me...

  [the crowd cheers from Vlad's movement of the baton. He continues conducting. Mitch gets released from the tuba and destroys the arena, with the crowd escaping] 

  Vladimir : Maybe you should have taken the zlotys and the onion.

  Darrell : I'm... ruined.

  Nicolai : Vlad, I feel bad for him. We should do something.

  Vladimir : Ahem. Mr. Darrell, it's lucky for you that there is still something we're really good at.

  [the Talent Suckers perform a short and terrible benefit show] 

  Vladimir : Look, our music has moved the crowd to tears!