Animated series. Tink finds a Bottersnike disguise in the junkyard and puts it on to scare his friends, but then he is mistaken for a real Snike by Snorg and Glob.
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-Hey. Are there any...
-..bottersnikes out here?
Keep it chilly, Willi!
They never wobble this far from Snike Hill.
Well. Nearly never.
The furry wrecking ball is right.
It's plain gumbling round these...
So where's Tink?
Tink? You there?
You got fuzz in your ears?
I said there are no snikes...
Except that one.
Don't panic, Willi.
On second thoughts, do panic. Lots.
You should've seen your faces, you womps!
-What do you think?
Pff! I so knew it was you.
I mean, come on. It's a pretty rubbish disguise.
It's a completely rubbish disguise.
Now, let me get my mangy claws on you!
Show Glob picture again?
Here. Gubbo needs this thingy for his invention.
-Then Gubbo give us mattress stuffing.
What's that horrible noise?
Imagine the mattress stuffing we'd get
for bringing a couple of gumbles back!
Stop squirming, you little squirt!
Hey, don't call him that.
Well, I certainly can't call you that. I'm sorry.
Which one of you is Bounce again?
Going to let that slide, Tink, because, unlike bottersnikes,
gumbles are kind, forgiving creatures
that don't sit on each other's heads.
No matter how tempting that is right now!
Come on! I was messing!
Your skanky new getup is messing with you, Tink.
You're starting to act like...
I mean, run, obviously.
What have we got here, then?
This bottersnike has found the thingy!
Hey. What are you doing so far from Snike Hill?
Oh, I was... Uh...
hunting those stretchy grub-guzzlers, of course!
AND I would have bagged them
if it wasn't for you scrap-snaffling rustbuckets!
I've a good mind to tell The King.
The King will sit on Glob's head!
You found the thingy, so we'll see you get some mattress stuffing.
-Good plan, Snorg.
Unless...he get back first and eat all stuffing!
Yes! That's why we're off to Snike Hill together!
Three of you? Kept that quiet.
Maybe Gubbo doesn't want thingy after all?
All right, all right.
Here you go.
You're in luck. Extra mouldy.
There's Tink. Let's roll.
We can't just stroll...
uh, roll through the front door.
Let's scope the place out,
and strike when they least expect.
Who dares wake The King?
It would appear to be a new bottersnike, Your Disgustingness.
Aren't you a little small to be a bottersnike?
I'm a, uh...pygmy bottersnike.
From a junkyard far away.
The journey was long and hard,
but worth it to finally meet the resplendent Bottersnike King.
Precisely. What's your name?
Tink. I mean...
Stink? How peculiar.
-For a bottersnike that...
..doesn't seem to smell at all.
A bottersnike that don't whiff?
Smell? I do smell.
But it's so terrible, your everyday hooter...
simply can't handle it.
Only the mightiest,
noblest of nasal passages can cope with the pungency of my aroma.
But I guess nobody here has a nose like one of those.
Ugh! You reek!
See? No smell is too stinky for my superior snout.
Your Heinousness, if I may be so bold...
You better not be about to question
the powers of my stinking schnozz, Chank.
I wouldn't dream of it, Your Putrescence.
But I fear the smelliest thing about Stink is his story.
-He appears to be made out of...
-Made out of smellier stuff than you!
Ha! Ain't that right, Stink? Stink?
Bottersnikes are gull-i-ble.
Which might be my ticket out of here!
Gubbo! Me old...Gubbo!
Who's your date?
Oi. It's my bum de-number.
Wakes up your bum.
You know. When it goes numb?
Shame the Weathersnike's taken over your workshop.
Said she's going to strip the place
and fill it with chimes and potions and stuff.
That's OK with you, right?
I got a prediction for you, Weathersnike! Pain!
TINK HUMS A FANFARE
I was having the loveliest dream!
-About a cloud with legs.
Message from The King. Ahem.
I, His Bone-Idleness, would like you, Smiggles,
-to stop dreaming up completely useless objects.
I order you to never fall asleep, ever again.
But I love to sleep!
-Better take it up with The King.
-I'm not sure...
Of course you're sure!
Who is he to tell you what to do?
Well, The King.
But what about your basic bottersnike rights?
Snorg? Would I be right in thinking Glob is meaner than you?
And smarter? And waaay uglier?
Cos that's what he's been saying.
But he's saying he doesn't think you'll mind,
because you're such a polite...
..big old softie.
Who Snorg think she is?
Your boss! That's who!
-Ah! Get your hands off...
-I just want to sleep!
How am I meant to do nothing with all this something going on?
THEY ALL TALK AT ONCE
Where is Stink?
That's my cue.
So long, trash-for-brains.
What in the...?
What do you think, Albert Gumblestein?
We're busting you out.
I don't need rescuing.
I was just about to escape.
Sure you were.
SMORG: Oi! Stink!
Stink been telling fibs!
Look at the fluffy gumbles!
A gift for The King.
Two gumbles on your first day.
Stink, you are a truly great snike.
You lot, hang your heads and get ready for some spanging.
It's time to become a great gumble.
Sorry to interrupt,
but I always like a snack with my spangings.
What's going on?
I'm sharing my mattress stuffing with you.
I thought it'd be a nice touch, you know,
to say, "thank you" for making me feel so welcome in Snike Hill.
Nice touch? Sharing?
Glob doesn't understand.
And you're in luck! This stuffing is extra mouldy.
Oh! One last thing.
The bottersnike next to you has got a slightly bigger piece!
THEY ALL SHOUT AT EACH OTHER
Bring the biggest bit to me!
Bring all the bits to me!
Where you taking us now? To work in a mattress mine?
No, Albert Gumblestein.
This time, I'm helping YOU to escape.
I so knew that.
What? That's not Stink, that's a gumble!
Bottersnikes, grab that impostor!
Let go when I tell you!
Wait for it...
Come here, you great grub muffin!
Sorry for going all snike-y.
Giant grub hungry!
Tink finds a Bottersnike disguise in the junkyard and puts it on to scare his friends, but when he is mistaken for a real Snike by Snorg and Glob, he is taken to Snike Hill and initiated into the gang.