(intro music)
Ugh, stinkin' dead
end job.
Dinner'll be a tad late
tonight, dear .
How tad?
About a half hour.
I need to finish this
banner for Orel.
Save it
(yelling in unison)
"...they come
from between the
legs.."
Orel, we've tried our
best young man.
It's high time we
gave up.
No! We just have
to outlaw eggs
Ms. Sensdahl
they're evil.
Please quit saying that.
Hey, I've got an idea.
I don't think you get
me. I am sexually
challenged. A carnally disabled
human being.
I don't think
that's what that sign means.
(tires squeeling)
Officer Bakerman,
I think it's time
you started forcing
people into not
buying sinful ,
disgusting eggs.
Sorry Orel,
I can only employ
police brutality when
it's officially against
the law.
Oh, well, how
can we make that happen?
Gotta convince
the mayor , son.
The mayor?
Gosh.
The mayor will see you now.
Golly.
(doors creak open)
Mister mayor,
I'm here to suggest
Oh!
Dad? What're you doing here?
You, You're the mayor?
(mumbles inaudibly)
This is great,
now you can out law eggs.
whoa, now young man
that is serious business,
might make me unpopular. with .
some very important people
Like who?
Like sensodal for one.
She loves eggs.
Oh yeah, I know,
but she still agrees with me.
She does, does she?
Yes sir,
I'll admit she wasn't too
crazy about the idea at first .
(dad quietly reads the letter)
I'm not sure Ms sensadahl
really wants eggs illegal.
But she said she does.
Well, you see Orel.
People don't always say
what's on thier minds.
They don't? That's silly.
Oh don't ever call it silly,
son. Not saying what's on
our mind is what
this country is made on.
But eggs still need to be illegal.
Orel!
Come on, dad.
You know they're wrong.
Think about it.
Think about where they
come from.
I mean they practically
squirt right out of
their corn hole.
(oh, wow)
(cracking sound)
I mean golly , can you
imagine that.
Alright! I'm disgusting,
it's disgusting.
Eggs are disgusting
and illegal, okay?
You happy.
(whooshing noise)
Inaudible yelling
Hi, ya Orel.
How's the hunting life treating you?
Oh really great
mister Figerelli.
It doesn't constantly
hurt a lot anymore.
oh yeah?
yeah, sometimes
I have moments where
it almost just hurts
a normal amount.
ahhh, there's one now.
Ugh!, eh. See you later
less pain.
What's all this Orel?
Pain ? Hunting leg?
yeah, my dad.
-the mayor
uh, yeah.
and I went hunting.
The mayor went hunting
and you were hurt.
Well, my leg was.
I shot myself.
I see.
The mayor's a responsible man.
He couldn't-
no ma'am
in fact he was extremely
responsible for illegalizing
eggs. Only a hunter could
so bravely hunt down
those criminals.
Yes ma'am.
No, your father certainly
not a nester.
A nester ?
Yes, you know.
A mother bird caring for
her precious fragile
eggs.
But eggs are evil.
No Orel, eggs are life.
Nesting is life.
Hunting is death.
IT's what our good
mayor runs this town on.
What life?
Nesting
erm. Anyone want to buy
anything
No need for your
lifeless prepackaged
items Figuroua.
The seeds of spring have
been well planted.
See you in the fall Orel.
Hah. Daffey broad.
Nesting.
Stupid dead end job.
Shouldn't you be campaigning
to keep your stinkin dead end job?
Me ? campaign?
What other person in his
right mind would want to
anchor himself to a situation
like mine?
Mayor Triarch?
Oh Great! It's ready!
Thanks mom!
What's going on around here?
Orel is Ms sensordahl's campaign
manager. Grrrr!
And now please welcom
the next mayor triarch of Moralton Francis Clara
Sensordahl.
(cheering)
Citizens,
our fair town is yearning
for the guiding wing
of a nurturing life giving
matriarch. Moraltown will
finally be shed free of
it's savage nest upsetting hunter mayor
who shakes our precious nests
and shatters our fragile
life eggs.
(cheering)
woops.
Would you like a map?
Here you go.
Orel.
I know meet you in your
study. Here you go.
How- uh, how are things.
I think we should
get right to the lecture and punishment
because I have a lot to do.
Woo-ho, mister busy.
You had six months to talk.
The last six months were not
filled with you helping
a mad woman
campaign agaisnt me
and my job.
You don't even like
your job.
Like? like?
No one likes their job
have you ever listened
to anything I've ever said
in here? Does this chair
absorb my voice?Do
all these dead animal
heads eat my words before
they get to your delicate little ears?
Can I go now?
You know that think
you do with your hands and
mouth and throat and stomach?
That thing called eating?
Well say good bye to
that thing forever
if I lose my position
in this town cause of you.
I will.
Okay
you can go.
Mayor Clayton middle initial Puffington
how to you defend your
recent prohibition on eggs
(gasps) here we go.
Reverend Monera tor, citizens of
Moraltown, friends
I have been critized quite intensly
for the outlawing of
our little gooey
breakfast buddies.
I have been called
a callous hunter by
my esteemed opponant
does hunting and death
really pose such a horribl
threat to this town?
Death dear friends is the
best thing ever.
Death is the beginning of our
everlasting life.
The only eggs I smash
are the eggs of fiflth.
The inhuman eggs that
squeeze with vile
evil through the tantilizingly
moist passage of feminine fowl
temptation.
Protruding through our mother bit
by bit with wrongful
erotic succulence, completely
enveloped by that soiled evil
maternal opening.
I'm a hero.
Ugh, sorry. That's it.
Vote Puddington.
Okay. Ms, sensordahl
your rebuttal?
I have no rebuttal
I hereby concede to
my worthy opponant.
and withdrawal my candidacy.
(gasps)
But Ms sensordahl,
what about your whole
platform on nesting?
Look Orel, a lady
has no business running for
office when there are books to burn
see you at the library!
Orel, I've been a bad dad.
I admit it. Okay. I'm sorry about
shooting you. I'm sorry about the
ignoring blah blah blah
and all that.
Now that we made up
you've gotta tell me what
that witch is up to . You gotta Orel.
Please.
People just don't say what's
on their mind dad.
Don't give me that!
That's my line.
Well guess it's true.
Of course it's true!
the mind is a scary scary scary thing!
Why.
Because somewhere way
down deep inside
in it's twisted catacombs and dank
dark hallways
there's an even scarier more
horribly monsterous
entity.
What?
Truth.
Now, tell me the truth Orel
I don't know dad.
Don't know!
Okay I take everything back .
And I'm glad I shot you.
Why? Why did you withdraw from
the election?
Sit down.
What do you have up
your sleeve?
You have special powers don't you?
I knew it. I had a dream...
You flatter me.
In years maybe but I'm
older where it really counts.
in the looks ?
and confidence.
Right, I can't do anything right.
Wrong. you can do everything
as long as mommy says you can.
Mommy?
Yes, mommy.
Huh! what do I do?
I'm at the end of my rope.
my kid, my wife, 2 illegitimate kids
I wish there was something
somewhere that I could pump
full of my anger.
Something that wouldn't produce
another life.
There is.
That my dear mayor is the only
egg you'll find down here.
(kissing noises)