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# Let's go on an adventure
# That isn't very wise
# Ha-ha-ha, I love you guys
# This is getting crazier
# Feels like we're endangered
# Spe-cie-e-s! #
Like my new closet, Merl?
Pickle, this, it is no closet.
It is a skylight.
And if you like my sky-closet...
-I do not.
-..you're really going to love my...
That was so funny, Shlitzy.
So, what do you think of the place?
Not bad, Gull.
You'll be totally styling once you get rid
of this rodent infestation.
Oh! No, no, no.
Those aren't rodents, this is my fam-bly.
No way. Oh, my bad.
Gull, you have the new friend, yes?
Oh, sorry. Yes.
Merl, Pickle, this is Shlitzy.
Ooh, he's so cute. Where'd you meet him, Gull?
Only at the most exclusive dumpster in town.
DANCE MUSIC PLAYS
I'd been trying to get in there for weeks,
but I could never get past security.
-Hey, watch it!
Sorry, I didn't see you there.
Hey, you OK there, little guy?
Guess I'll just go in then.
Wow, what a classy dump.
I was just minding my own beeswax - mmm! -
when I caught the eye of this fella across the room.
Here's your eye back, fella. It's nice to meet you, fella.
-Nice to meet you too.
-So you come here a lot?
And from that moment on we were the bestest of friends.
So...you brought home this stinky corncob from the dumpster?
He means me, Gull.
That's all they see when they gaze upon the Shlitzter.
Others are smart enough to look past the half-eaten kernels
and mouldy cob parts.
They can see the real me.
Aww, all I see is one big old cob of sweetcorn, Shlitzy.
Thanks, cutie, you're pretty sweet yourself.
-And you've got some great decorating ideas.
She put the closet in the floor and the closet in the ceiling.
This, you say it is the great idea, Gull?
Um, I didn't say anything, Merl.
Yes, but, Gull, you make the corn do the talking, yes?
I do? No, I don't!
-I don't know what he's talking about neither, Gull,
but I'll keep my eye on him for you.
I'm watching you, mister.
Unlike you, I never blink.
Arghh! It is just a corncob.
Over here, Merl. In the grotto.
What is this beneath the sink?
You wanted to spruce the old place up, so I got rid of all that
mould and scum beneath the sink
and built us a grotto.
-What is this now?
-That's just the sink draining.
How do you think I fill the grotto?
Hey, is somebody down the drain?
-It's just that uptight squirrel...
..who calls himself your friend.
Aye-yai-yai. Do you hear this, Pickle?
Well, you are a bit uptight.
Dios mio. The bird making the corn speak.
This must be his cry for help.
And I shall help him!
Do you really think I got the smaller bed, Shlitzy?
And look at the state of your sheets, they're absolutely filthy.
It's my special memory dirt.
Oh, I remember that.
Ah, what does that control freak want us to do this time?
Gull, everything, it is OK, yes?
-Why do you ask?
-Because he thinks that you're a mess, Gull, a mess!
I do not do the speaking to you, Senor Cob of the Corn!
I mean, Gull, you do not need the corn of the cob to speak to me
if you have the issues, yes?
OK. Hey, but, what's an issue?
It's like when they start doing all these repairs for themselves
-and nothing for you.
-What? This, it is not true.
Gull, what's your absolute favourite part of the Stump?
Well, I used to like licking all the dirt and scum beneath the sink.
-And now they've cleaned it up.
Even my flavour scum?
Well, yes, but...
Ha, they're moving walls and closets.
The next thing you know, they'll be moving you out, Gull.
No, Gull, it is just repairs.
Merl, do not kick me...out of our...home!
But I didn't, and I'm not!
Tell you to just... Ahh!
Gull needs you, Pickle, now!
-Why are you shouting in the sink, Merl?
I'm up here in the sky-closet.
Of course. The worst repairs ever,
-and now they make Gull think we are doing the kicking of him out.
-Let me talk to him.
Hey, where you going, Gull?
-No, you're moving out.
-Oh, yeah, I forgot.
-I'm moving out!
Me and the brainless bird are out of here.
Whoa, hold on a sec there, Shlitzo.
It's one thing to call me and Merl names,
but no-one messes with our pal Gull.
And now, time to rearrange your niblets.
Come on, bring it on!
What have you got?
Nobody beats the Shlitzter.
-Ah, you missed me. Is that all you got?
-He's too quick.
But he is on YOUR hand.
Ha! You losers will never get rid of the Shlitzter.
Gull, a word, por favor.
I do not understand this, Gull, but it seems that you have
no control over this Shlitzy that you are now controlling.
It's like Shlitzy's got a mind of his own.
Plus, he's also much smarter than me too.
-Yes, that is also very strange.
-You know, I can hear you!
The corn, he is all ear.
But now, we stop the listening, yes?
The plan, it is this.
Gull, he use the bathroom.
Shlitzy, he is not looking...
And I hit him with the plunger and knock him in the toilet.
You mean...like this?
That's itsy for Shlitzy.
How does he always find out what we're doing?
Yes, it's almost like he has someone on the inside working for him.
He does? Who could that be?
I know - it's you, Pickle!
Ah, could it be...me?
I told you they were trying to get rid of you.
It's time to make that decision for yourself and leave.
You're right, Shlitzy. We're out of here.
We've got to stop him, Merl.
We need to get Shlitzy away from Gull.
Agreed, but how does one prise such a sticky character
from Gull's feathery grip?
What's the one thing that Gull can't resist?
We're finally free of those rodents.
Let's head back to the dump, where we belong.
I don't know about this, Shlitzy.
I've never been this far from the Stump without my friends before.
You wouldn't want to leave without a goodbye party, would you?
No, Gull. We'll miss fun rides on the diaper pile.
We've got cake.
The cake is a lie!
I don't like the looks of this.
Mmm, my favourite - marzipan feather surprise cake.
Ah! With dumpster diaper icing.
And what would a party be without the balloons?
-Hey, let go of me.
-Yes? Do not get too...carried away.
Don't you see, Gull? They're trying to float me away.
But it won't work.
This bird's fist is like steel.
-He'll never let me go.
I'll... Wait, what? My hands are made of metal?
-Oh, I've got to see this.
-Gull, what are you doing?
-Get me down from here!
-Oh, sorry, Shlitzy.
-I thought we were best friends!
No, not really.
Ha! You'll never get rid of me.
I'll just hang up here on the ceiling,
preying on your silly insecurities.
Yes, but perhaps you did not see our new sky-closet.
Merl, you used my sky-closet!
Yes, Pickle, it is not such a bad idea after all.
Shlitzy, is he g-g-gone?
I'm going to miss the little guy.
Do not be sad, Gull, we are your real friends.
And we will always be here for you...