The menaces accidentally turn the school into a site of archaeological interest when they bury Gnasher's precious bones nearby.
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Ready, Gnasher? Let's go!
# Playing by the rules is highly overrated
# Unstoppable, unstoppable
# They can't hold us back
# We'll make the most of every second
# Unstoppable unstoppable
# After all is said and done
# Shout "Fun for all and all for fun!"
# Nothing's going to bring us down today
# Open up your eyes The world outside is waiting. #
Nice one, Gnasher. Another one for your world-class bone collection.
Good. You're both here.
I was just about to tell Gnasher it's time he got rid of these.
-No way! Not the bones!
There are several well-regarded blogs about
Gnasher's impressive collection.
Largest bone ever procured from a northern hemisphere takeaway.
Obscenely large wishbone doubling as a powerful menace catapult.
Speaks for itself, really. Eh?
But I'd like to start a blog about my garden!
-No buts. This back garden is a bone-free zone and that's final.
Curly, Pieface! Crisis tree-house meeting, now.
Operation Bone Transplant is go. We need ideas now.
Gnasher's bones need a new home.
We could start a touring xylophone ensemble.
-Or sneak them into an everyday domestic setting.
No. What we need is an all-new bone zone.
Somewhere Gnasher can access any time of day.
Somewhere we can keep an eye on things.
Ah! Genius wears a striped jumper.
Gnash, gnash, gnash!
That is the last of them. Nice digging, Gnasher.
Well, I never thought I'd see the day.
Dennis, at school on a Saturday?
-Don't tell me YOU'RE here for the lecture?
-"Putting the fun in quantum physics."
-Actually, Walter, we were...
Up to something I should be reporting to the headmaster?
Dennis, Curly and Pieface.
Joining us for some extracurricular learning, I see.
We wouldn't miss it for the world! Come on, Walter.
FYI, Dennis, there is no fun in quantum physics.
We've got to do what we've got to do
to protect Gnasher's precious bones.
I think I need a lie-down.
Well, anything to keep your bones safe, Gnasher!
I never thought subatomic particles should could be
so side-splittingly funny.
It was like a comedy club with learning.
What on earth have we got here?
Fetch me a palaeontologist, post-haste.
Want to spend a bit of quality time with your bones
while we're in class, Gnasher?
Uh-oh! Looks like you've got company, Gnasher!
And that, I presume, is the dorsal vertebra.
Yes, indeed it is, my boy. A mighty fine specimen.
Good show, Dr Paeleo!
I'm certainly glad we called a professional.
-What is that?
That, my boy, is the world's first mutton-bovine-poultrysaurus.
I prefer Waltersaurus.
-I like Waltersaurus.
-We like Waltersaurus!
-How about You're-all-nuts-osaurus?
-These aren't dinosaur bones. They're Gnasher's.
-Preposterous, young man.
Why, the dog would simply collapse like a moist towel without bones.
Not Gnasher's actual bones - his world-class collection.
What kind of dinosaur wears a bow tie, anyway?
Ahem! Hands up, all the qualified palaeontologists present. Mm?
Anybody? I know my hand is up. No? No? That's what I thought.
I see what's going on here, Dr Palaeo!
Dennis is just peeved that he wasn't the one to make
the archaeological find of the century.
It was, in fact, for the record, me.
These bones belong to science now.
They are going on a round-the-world tour
as soon as I have them assembled.
-And when will that be?
-And don't even think about any funny business, Dennis.
The Waltersaurus will be
the most closely guarded skeleton in Beanotown.
Gentlemen, I give you the second most closely guarded
-skeleton in Beanotown.
-The T-Rex at the museum?
If they want a dinosaur to take on tour, we will give them one.
-Are you ready to make menacing history?
Let's make menacing history!
Then phase two of Operation Bone Transplant begins.
Meet tomorrow before school at the museum.
One, two, three.
-Gnashammer - engage.
Now to bag ourselves an actual dino.
Curly, Pieface! Grab Gnasher!
-Sorry, Gnasher. Need this one as is.
Let's get this dinosaur mobile.
Time to move this to the dig site before they ship out
Gnasher's collection from Beanotown for good.
All right. Let's get going.
And lean right.
Right. Steering is sorted, but what about stopping?
-That was your department, Pieface.
-No, it was Paul's.
Watch out for the fence!
What? Who goes there?
What are you doing down there?
-Just helping out.
-You missed a bit, Gnasher.
Hmm. I see.
So, anyone got any idea how to assemble this thing?
Citizens of Beanotown, this is a proud day indeed.
Beanotown's first-ever dinosaur
is about to go on a round-the-world tour.
Do you think they'll notice the difference?
-That's no Waltersaurus!
My expert eye tells me these are not even dinosaur bones.
-What do we do, doctor?
-Smile for the cameras, my boy. Hello.
-Smile and hope nobody notices.
Ladies and gentlemen of Beanotown, I give to you
Gnash, gnash, gnash, gnash!
Dad said the back garden was a bone-free zone.
But he never said anything about the front garden!
Sorry, Dad. This hole's earmarked for Gnasher's bones.
Get me out of here!
Looks like Dad's got a bone to pick with you, Gnasher.
Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd
Dennis and his faithful hound Gnasher are out to make every day as much fun as possible, but their adventures often lead them into trouble.
Dad is sick of Gnasher digging up his garden, and orders Dennis to get rid of his stash of bones. Horrified, the menaces come up with a plan to bury the bones near the school - and inadvertently turn it into a site of archaeological interest when Walter stumbles across the stash and invites a pre-eminent professor to come and investigate. With Gnasher's precious bones under guard, it'll take some serious prehistoric pranking to ensure their safe return.