Rolie Polie Olie: The Great Defender of Fun

Gloomius Maximus:
A ton of ho-hum to everyone!

Olie:
A balloon-a-gram!

Balloon-a-gram:
Hi-howdy-hey! Hiddy-up-hooray! Have a triple, double happy day!

Willy Jollie:
We are Willy...

Wally Jollie:
...And Wally...

Willy Jollie, Wally Jollie:
We're the Jollies, my golly!

Gloomius Maximus:
[snidely] There won't be any birthday party! Go ahead, try if you want to... Ah, Ha, ha.

Zowie:
You're not nice. Why are you so gloomy, Gloomie?

Gloomius Maximus:
Why? Why? *WHY*?

Gloomius Maximus:
[mumbling] I've always been gloomy.

Gloomius Maximus:
[walks toward the window of his spaceship] I've always been this way... and I never liked... *birthday parties*!

Zowie:
[amazed] No like birthday parties?

Gloomius Maximus:
It's all a bunch of ho-ee!

Zowie:
No like fun presents? No like yummy cake?

Gloomius Maximus:
[suddenly nostalgic] As a matter of fact, I've never had a birthday party... ever... Never had... fun presents...

Gloomius Maximus:
[at the brink of crying] Or a yummy cake, or good friends that want to... want me to participate...

Gloomius Maximus:
SO BECAUSE I DIDN'T HAVE A BIRTHDAY PARTY, NO ONE ELSE WILL *HAVE* A BIRTHDAY PARTY! NOT NOW... NOT *EVER* AGAIN!

Olie:
[to Billy, who is slowly succumbing to depression] I don't wanna give up fun, I like fun.

Billy Bevel:
[lethargic] I'm just too gloomy, Olie.

Gloomius Maximus:
[Pappy's dentures bites him in the posterior] eee-YYYYYOOOOOWWWW!

Billy Bevel:
Oh! Right into the "Gluteus Maximus"! [laughs]

Uncle Gizmo:
[ to Olie and Billy who are in their makeshift cardboard box rocket ship; he is riding on Gizmo motor bike takes off into the air like a rocket] YEEE-HA! I'M RIGHT BEHIND YAH BOYS!

Pappy, TV Announcer:
[Offscreen] Did someone say gloomy?

Pappy, TV Announcer:
[Scene shows that he has been "gloomerated" by Gloomius Maximus's glum beam] I feel *REAL* gloomy.

Doctor Geary:
[after fixing Pappy's "Pappy Gear"] Feeling happy, Mister Pappy?

Pappy, TV Announcer:
Well, I feel... [looks down at his feet, which are tap dancing energetically] Well... uh... happy... [Pappy continues to tap dance and then does a fast, amazingly executed spin]

Pappy, TV Announcer:
[joyfully excited] Down right tappy!

Gloomius Maximus:
[singing] 'cuz I feel better when *you* feel *worse*!

[repeated line]

Spaceboy, Young Dad:
Looks like things need some cheering up around here.

Pappy, TV Announcer:
[Pappy's runaway dentures chomps down on Olie's father's gluteus maximus] Oh, there's my band marcher!

Olie:
[Olie, Spot and Billy have infilterated Gluteus Maximus's ship; saving Zowie and Pappy] C'mon Billy, C'mon Zo! We've got a party to go to!

Gloomius Maximus:
[approaching them; falsely suspicious] GOING *somewhere?*

Billy Bevel:
[noticing Gloomius has the super-silly ray intended to be Zowie's birthday present in his possession] Hey! that's Zowie's super-silly ray! Give it back!

Gloomius Maximus:
[dangling the silly ray in front of Billy; like a Angler Fish luring a smaller fish with a lure; sneering] Come and get it, Bot Boy!

Billy Bevel:
[ backing away; whispering to Olie] Time to get the secret weapon. [Olie, with a determined look on his face, holds up the secret weapon; the giggling tickle-me-pickle; heroic fanfare sounds]

Gloomius Maximus:
[too-much-sugar of a voice] Oo-hoo... A little, itty, bitty pickle!

Billy Bevel:
[shouts] Let him have it, Olie! [With an almighty grunt, Olie throws the pickle at Gloomius. The tickle-me pickle begins tickling Gloomius Maximus immediately]

Dad:
[Gloomius Maximus's henchmen are throwing Bowling balls at Uncle Gizmo, Space boy, Space dog and Mr. Polie] [inside Coupe, looking through the sunroof] It's a cosmic storm!

Spaceboy, Young Dad:
[bowling balls are whizzing by him] It's an asteroid shower!

Uncle Gizmo:
[catches a bowling ball in his helmet] No... it's BOWLIN' BALLS!