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# Let's go on an adventure
# That isn't very wise
# I love you guys
SCREAMING AND SHOUTING
# This is getting crazier
# Feels like we're endangered
# Species! #
My favourite time of the day. El breako de cafemundo.
Oy! Grrr! Hey-ey-ey!
Merl! Did you get a paper cut again?
It's not the magazine's fault.
Well, if it ain't an old-fashioned, down-home magazine swinging.
Me next! Ha-ha-ha!
PICKLE LAUGHS GULL SINGS
Did you know there was a mosquito in here?
Why, yes, Gull, I did.
-SCREAMING AND SHOUTING
Wait, Merl! Don't squish it! Please!
What do you mean, no squishamente?
It is a disgusting, germy insect.
Huh-hmmm. Merl. Gull asked you nicely.
So no squishing. Got it?
But, Pickle, this bug is nothing but a disease-ridden pestamente.
Come on, Merl. It's just a skeeter flying around the stump.
What's the worst that could happen?
You were saying?
OK, so maybe we should get rid of the little skeeter.
Ha-ha! I knew you'd see it my way.
Nuh-uh! Still no squishing, Merl.
-Agreed. No squishing.
Ah, now that that's settled...
Come on, guys. What's a few welts when you've got a new friend?
Ugh! I am sorry, Gull, but that bug must be dealt with.
I will catch the insecto
and dispose of it in a way, which is totally safe.
How can the mosquito fly if the air,
she is filled with my many noisy honkings? Ha-ha...
THUD Come on, Merl.
-We had a deal. No hurting the skeeter.
But it does not sound like something to which I would agree.
You know I live for the squish.
I'm not saying we've got to be roommates with the little fella.
I got a plan so clever, so precise,
so foolproof they'll be telling tales of my genius for generations.
-Shoo! Go, little guy!
-Shoo! Go on now.
This? It is your genius plan?
I will show you the shooing.
Behold! My new anti-mosquito device.
Merl! You promised. No squishing!
I have you now, Diablo bug!
Give the mosquito just one more chance.
Please. I promise he'll never bother us again.
MOSQUITO PLAYS FLAMENCO GUITAR
Oh, I can never refuse the flamenco.
All right. Uno chance-o.
Now we try Gull's plan.
GULL GRUNTS AND BANGS LOUDLY
And never bothering us again.
Gull, how do we get back inside?
Oh-ho-ho! No, no, no. We don't ever go back in.
That's the mosquito's stump now.
Uh! Ah! Guh! Uh...
No! No, you don't, skeeter!
Get your stinking legs off of my carrots.
Pardon me, folks. We got a complaint from inside the stump.
Is there a problem here? Huh?
Hey, Merl. How's it going?
All right, Miss, come with me.
Did that skeeter make you his security guard, Bigfoot?
Sure did. We're best buds.
He's got seven million of his little brothers and sisters
-living right here in my fur.
After all the times I stopped you from getting squished,
this is how you pay me back?!
Let me at him! I...
We don't agree on much, Merl, but we do agree on this.
Mosquito's going down.
I got an idea.
Heh. We tried playing nice with you, skeeter.
Now we're just going to play.
Squish the mosquito with lasers.
Yee-haw! I'll get me some extra bonus skeeter points.
LASERS PING AND ZAP
Almost got it. Almost got it.
Pickle, how is this even possible?
Less talk and more lasering, Merl.
No! That still counts as squishing.
-Got you now!
BUZZING AND ZAPPING
Wow, look at all these gold coins.
Eh, guys? Meh!
MOSQUITO SLURPS AND BURPS
-KNOCK ON DOOR
Hey, it's not his fault he loves blood, guys.
Blood. That's it. THAT'S IT!
Vitamins. Lots of vitamins.
If we take some,
our blood will be too strong for the skeeter to stomach.
-Strong and comedic.
Oh! Oh! Me first.
Uh... Gyuhh... Uh... Ah!
Hey, buddy. Come and get it.
Feed. You're all skin and exoskeleton.
That greedy skeeter!
Good boy, you ate every last drop of your dinner.
Pickle, where did you get these things?
They are not the regular vitaminos.
They are the vitaminos for el mosquito verde.
That's a good larvae.
Gull, after everything that bug's done, you're still feeding it?
Si, that is muy disgustico. Muy!
It's as gross to us as we are to it.
-GULL BREAKS WIND
-See? It thinks that's disgusting.
It is not the only one.
Hey! I know how to explain this. It's...it's like my head flies.
Sure they lay maggot eggs in our mouths while we sleep...
-What?! Who does what?
But they're still part of our family. Right?
No! Not right.
Those two flies are muy cante.
I would squish them so... Ah!
Did you say "two flies"?
Well, there should be one more. Where's number three?
Help me. Help me.
No! He was only two weeks away from head fly retirement.
HE DIALS PHONE
PHONE RINGS HE GROANS
-SCREAMING OVER PHONE
-It's Bigfoot time.
SCREAMING AND SHOUTING
EXPLOSION AND SCREAMING
How's that for a plan?
Si, Gull. The air, there is none in space.
Mosquitoes need air to breathe.
No air, no mosquitomentes!
-Air goes in the what now?
We need air to breathe too.
There is no sign of el mosquitomente any of the place.
Huh. Whoa. I did not see that one coming.
No. No, no. Squirrel blood, she is so very sour.