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# He was a kid who didn't fit in | 0:00:02 | 0:00:03 | |
# Got a wolf living inside under his skin | 0:00:03 | 0:00:05 | |
# When he's angry his body sprouts hair | 0:00:05 | 0:00:08 | |
# So he got a ticket you'll never guess where | 0:00:08 | 0:00:10 | |
# Scream, scream, scream when you get to Scream Street | 0:00:10 | 0:00:14 | |
# Scream, scream, scream when you get to Scream Street | 0:00:14 | 0:00:19 | |
# Next door's a vampire, maybe not | 0:00:24 | 0:00:26 | |
# 4,000 years old but her body won't rot | 0:00:26 | 0:00:28 | |
# Yeah, being a freak is totally normal | 0:00:28 | 0:00:30 | |
# When everyone's freaky paranormal | 0:00:30 | 0:00:33 | |
# Scream, scream, scream when you get to Scream Street | 0:00:33 | 0:00:37 | |
# Scream, scream, scream when you get to Scream Street | 0:00:37 | 0:00:41 | |
# Scream Street, Scream Street. # | 0:00:41 | 0:00:43 | |
Note that the harder Cleo exercises | 0:00:45 | 0:00:48 | |
the faster her heart beats. | 0:00:48 | 0:00:50 | |
This pumps more oxygen to her muscles. | 0:00:50 | 0:00:53 | |
Or it would if Cleo hadn't already been dead for 4,000 years. | 0:00:53 | 0:00:57 | |
Thank you, Cleo. | 0:00:57 | 0:00:58 | |
Oh! | 0:01:01 | 0:01:02 | |
Careful! | 0:01:02 | 0:01:04 | |
I really don't want my heart broken. | 0:01:04 | 0:01:06 | |
Oh, who's this handsome mummy? | 0:01:08 | 0:01:10 | |
Can boys be mummies? Daddies? | 0:01:10 | 0:01:13 | |
-No. -Whoa! -He's no-one. | 0:01:13 | 0:01:15 | |
Well, if he's no-one, | 0:01:15 | 0:01:16 | |
why do you keep his picture so close to your heart? | 0:01:16 | 0:01:20 | |
Do you love him? | 0:01:20 | 0:01:21 | |
Cleo's got a boyfriend, | 0:01:21 | 0:01:23 | |
-Cleo's got a boyfriend! -Shut up! -THEY GIGGLE | 0:01:23 | 0:01:25 | |
Shut up! | 0:01:25 | 0:01:26 | |
Mmm... | 0:01:26 | 0:01:28 | |
Ah, the Watsons' delivery from the normal world's arrived. | 0:01:28 | 0:01:32 | |
Triple-ply pink scented toilet paper with | 0:01:32 | 0:01:35 | |
a cloud pattern on - and they think we're weird! | 0:01:35 | 0:01:39 | |
Creme de la pretty nose anti-ageing cream. | 0:01:39 | 0:01:42 | |
Mmm. Can't hurt to try a little. | 0:01:42 | 0:01:44 | |
-HE LAUGHS -Look, if you must know, | 0:01:51 | 0:01:53 | |
his name was Tutan Kutie. | 0:01:53 | 0:01:55 | |
He was an Egyptian prince. We hung out a lot. | 0:01:55 | 0:01:58 | |
But his pyramid got raided and looters stole his sarcophagus, | 0:01:58 | 0:02:02 | |
there was this storm, their ship capsized... | 0:02:02 | 0:02:06 | |
-I never saw him again. -HE SOBS | 0:02:06 | 0:02:08 | |
That's the saddest story I've ever heard. | 0:02:08 | 0:02:11 | |
-I mean...not! -You must really miss him. | 0:02:11 | 0:02:14 | |
No! I mean... | 0:02:14 | 0:02:15 | |
He really understood me. | 0:02:15 | 0:02:17 | |
Oh! | 0:02:18 | 0:02:19 | |
Nylon socks, soft toilet paper! | 0:02:19 | 0:02:23 | |
Oh, party-sized scotch eggs! | 0:02:23 | 0:02:25 | |
Mmm. Oh, Sue, there is a party going on in my mouth. | 0:02:25 | 0:02:28 | |
Ooh, I've so missed these little luxuries from the normal world. | 0:02:28 | 0:02:31 | |
Yes, unfortunately I will have to charge you a little more this time. | 0:02:31 | 0:02:36 | |
The risks involved in smuggling, you understand. | 0:02:36 | 0:02:38 | |
-How much more? -What's quadruple? | 0:02:38 | 0:02:41 | |
Four times as much?! | 0:02:41 | 0:02:42 | |
Ah, no, eight times - octo, like an octopus. | 0:02:42 | 0:02:45 | |
Eight legs, eight times. | 0:02:45 | 0:02:47 | |
That's how you remember it. | 0:02:47 | 0:02:49 | |
Nice doing business with you. | 0:02:49 | 0:02:50 | |
Well, wait a minute. | 0:02:50 | 0:02:52 | |
-Where's the face cream? -The, erm... | 0:02:52 | 0:02:54 | |
anti-ageing cream? | 0:02:54 | 0:02:55 | |
Oh, sorry, I couldn't get any. | 0:02:55 | 0:02:58 | |
Out of curiosity, say someone put that on, | 0:02:58 | 0:03:01 | |
when would it start making them look younger? | 0:03:01 | 0:03:04 | |
Oh, it doesn't literally stop ageing. It's not magic. | 0:03:04 | 0:03:07 | |
And yet people spend a fortune on it. | 0:03:07 | 0:03:09 | |
Imagine what they'd pay if it actually worked. | 0:03:09 | 0:03:12 | |
Mmm... | 0:03:12 | 0:03:14 | |
DOG BARKS | 0:03:14 | 0:03:17 | |
Bad doggie, no! | 0:03:17 | 0:03:18 | |
Whoa! | 0:03:18 | 0:03:20 | |
Hello, sweetie, what's up? | 0:03:20 | 0:03:22 | |
What's up? I'm a freak - | 0:03:22 | 0:03:23 | |
a 4,000-year-old child - | 0:03:23 | 0:03:25 | |
a princess who wears bandages and keeps her heart in a box. | 0:03:25 | 0:03:29 | |
No wonder nobody understands me. | 0:03:29 | 0:03:30 | |
Well, maybe one person. | 0:03:30 | 0:03:32 | |
Who, me? | 0:03:32 | 0:03:34 | |
Hmm! | 0:03:34 | 0:03:35 | |
-Yes, Dad, it's you. -Oh, goody. | 0:03:35 | 0:03:38 | |
She's sure to have an anti-ageing spell. | 0:03:39 | 0:03:42 | |
Hello, Sir Otto. | 0:03:42 | 0:03:43 | |
Eefa, my dear, you have something I'd like to get my hands on. | 0:03:43 | 0:03:48 | |
Do you have any, erm...tartan paint? | 0:03:48 | 0:03:50 | |
-Of course. -Ah. | 0:03:50 | 0:03:52 | |
Ooh. I've...I've changed me mind. | 0:03:52 | 0:03:54 | |
Do you have any striped paint? | 0:03:54 | 0:03:56 | |
Er...back in a sec. | 0:03:56 | 0:03:58 | |
Here you go, striped paint. | 0:04:04 | 0:04:05 | |
-Ah! I mean... -HE GIGGLES | 0:04:05 | 0:04:08 | |
This is matt - I wanted the eggshell finish. | 0:04:08 | 0:04:11 | |
Ah, of course. | 0:04:11 | 0:04:12 | |
Bingo! | 0:04:15 | 0:04:16 | |
Are you sure it's safe? | 0:04:20 | 0:04:21 | |
Looks OK to me. | 0:04:21 | 0:04:23 | |
Yes, I can get most of these ingredients. | 0:04:24 | 0:04:26 | |
Oh, but how do I get my hands on one of those? | 0:04:26 | 0:04:30 | |
Oh, I know, I know! | 0:04:30 | 0:04:31 | |
Here you go. Otto? | 0:04:33 | 0:04:34 | |
Oh. | 0:04:34 | 0:04:35 | |
SHE SIGHS | 0:04:36 | 0:04:38 | |
Oh, Tutan Kutie! | 0:04:38 | 0:04:40 | |
You can't have drowned at sea because you're already dead. | 0:04:40 | 0:04:43 | |
So where are you? | 0:04:43 | 0:04:44 | |
-DOORBELL RINGS -I'll get it, Dad. | 0:04:50 | 0:04:52 | |
-Tutan?! -Cleo, I finally found you. | 0:04:56 | 0:05:00 | |
When the looters' ship capsized, I walked thousands of miles | 0:05:00 | 0:05:02 | |
across the ocean floor just to get back to Egypt but... | 0:05:02 | 0:05:05 | |
-you weren't there. -Oh, wow! | 0:05:05 | 0:05:08 | |
I should totally have left a forwarding address. | 0:05:08 | 0:05:10 | |
Well, I've found you now. | 0:05:10 | 0:05:12 | |
DOG BARKS | 0:05:12 | 0:05:14 | |
THEY IMITATE LIGHTSABERS | 0:05:14 | 0:05:17 | |
Ha! I will never join the dark side. | 0:05:17 | 0:05:19 | |
Luke, I am your father. | 0:05:19 | 0:05:22 | |
No! | 0:05:22 | 0:05:24 | |
Tutan? TK? | 0:05:26 | 0:05:28 | |
Hey, Cleo. Look, we just wanted to say sorry. | 0:05:28 | 0:05:31 | |
Yeah, for, you know, teasing you about your mummy boyfriend. | 0:05:31 | 0:05:34 | |
We must seem pretty immature to someone who's like a billion | 0:05:34 | 0:05:36 | |
times older than us. | 0:05:36 | 0:05:38 | |
Oh, I don't know about that. | 0:05:38 | 0:05:39 | |
THEY IMITATE LIGHTSABERS | 0:05:39 | 0:05:41 | |
Guys, it doesn't matter. | 0:05:41 | 0:05:43 | |
There's someone I want you to meet. | 0:05:44 | 0:05:47 | |
This is Tutan Kutie. He walked across the ocean floor to find me. | 0:05:47 | 0:05:52 | |
-Hi, guys. -THEY GASP | 0:05:52 | 0:05:54 | |
Anyway, you're obviously very busy, so excuse us. | 0:05:54 | 0:05:56 | |
Come on, TK, let's go somewhere special | 0:05:56 | 0:05:58 | |
where we'll feel more at home. | 0:05:58 | 0:06:00 | |
That's a bit...well, weird. | 0:06:00 | 0:06:02 | |
Well weird! | 0:06:02 | 0:06:04 | |
Remember when we went swimming in the Nile and an alligator got | 0:06:04 | 0:06:07 | |
hold of my bandages and you wrestled his jaws open? It was awesome. | 0:06:07 | 0:06:12 | |
-Great times. -It must be nice to feel your toes in the sand again. | 0:06:12 | 0:06:15 | |
I mean, it's hardly ancient Egypt. | 0:06:15 | 0:06:17 | |
It's great. I love sand. | 0:06:17 | 0:06:19 | |
This'll sound really silly but I come here a lot on my own. | 0:06:19 | 0:06:23 | |
It reminds me of home. | 0:06:23 | 0:06:24 | |
No, that doesn't sound silly at all. | 0:06:24 | 0:06:27 | |
I knew you'd understand. I swear no-one round here does. | 0:06:28 | 0:06:32 | |
Well, I do. | 0:06:32 | 0:06:33 | |
-HE SNIFFS -Aw! -Bit of a coincidence. | 0:06:36 | 0:06:39 | |
He's been missing for centuries and the day after she mentions | 0:06:39 | 0:06:42 | |
his name he shows up. | 0:06:42 | 0:06:44 | |
-I smell a mystery. -You sure it's not these troll toenails? | 0:06:44 | 0:06:48 | |
-Phwoar! -You know, sometimes it's, like, when you really like someone | 0:06:48 | 0:06:51 | |
and you think about them really hard you can, like, | 0:06:51 | 0:06:54 | |
draw them to you, like magic. | 0:06:54 | 0:06:56 | |
Then they just appear in your shop. | 0:06:56 | 0:06:58 | |
Life! I mean, life. | 0:06:58 | 0:07:00 | |
Magic, that's it. Maybe Cleo cast a spell to bring him back. | 0:07:00 | 0:07:05 | |
Cleo? Cast a spell? | 0:07:05 | 0:07:07 | |
Do you know anything about the page that's missing from my spell book? | 0:07:07 | 0:07:10 | |
-Absolutely not. -No! | 0:07:10 | 0:07:11 | |
This stolen spell's banned by the Witches' Council. | 0:07:11 | 0:07:14 | |
Actually, Cleo wouldn't want it. | 0:07:14 | 0:07:16 | |
Not given its key ingredient. | 0:07:16 | 0:07:18 | |
THEY GASP | 0:07:18 | 0:07:21 | |
Erm...I'd really like to give you something. | 0:07:21 | 0:07:24 | |
-Here. -Tutan, are you serious? | 0:07:24 | 0:07:27 | |
You're giving me your... | 0:07:27 | 0:07:28 | |
Yeah, if...if that's OK with you. | 0:07:28 | 0:07:31 | |
Wait here. | 0:07:33 | 0:07:34 | |
TK, what's going on? | 0:07:44 | 0:07:45 | |
Dixon? | 0:07:46 | 0:07:48 | |
Sorry, but I really need this! | 0:07:48 | 0:07:50 | |
Gallons and gallons of industrial-grade | 0:07:57 | 0:07:59 | |
anti-ageing potion. | 0:07:59 | 0:08:01 | |
I'll make a fortune. | 0:08:01 | 0:08:02 | |
All this spell needs is... | 0:08:02 | 0:08:05 | |
A-ha, here it comes now. | 0:08:05 | 0:08:08 | |
-Oh! -Careful, you buffoon! | 0:08:08 | 0:08:10 | |
The ageless heart of a mummy princess, | 0:08:12 | 0:08:15 | |
the secret to eternal youth. | 0:08:15 | 0:08:16 | |
You're not going to damage it, are you? | 0:08:16 | 0:08:19 | |
Cos she'll need it back. | 0:08:19 | 0:08:21 | |
Oh, chuck it here, you useless waste of skin. | 0:08:21 | 0:08:24 | |
Ah! Ow. | 0:08:24 | 0:08:25 | |
Ah! | 0:08:25 | 0:08:26 | |
Cleo! Cleo! | 0:08:30 | 0:08:31 | |
No sign of Tutan Kutie either. | 0:08:31 | 0:08:34 | |
If he even is Tutan Kutie. | 0:08:34 | 0:08:35 | |
You think he's a fake? | 0:08:35 | 0:08:36 | |
Who stole the spell and now wants to steal her actual heart. | 0:08:36 | 0:08:40 | |
-We have to find her. -She said they were going somewhere special. | 0:08:40 | 0:08:43 | |
Where they'd feel more at home. | 0:08:43 | 0:08:46 | |
-BOTH: -Of course! | 0:08:46 | 0:08:48 | |
The temperature needs to be just right. | 0:08:48 | 0:08:50 | |
Any second now. | 0:08:50 | 0:08:52 | |
Oh, look, Dixon, we have a visitor. | 0:08:52 | 0:08:54 | |
Thanks for the pumper, Princess. | 0:08:54 | 0:08:57 | |
You weren't using it, were you? | 0:08:57 | 0:08:59 | |
At least I have a heart to lose. | 0:08:59 | 0:09:01 | |
Oh. | 0:09:01 | 0:09:03 | |
-HE GASPS -This does not look good. | 0:09:03 | 0:09:06 | |
Mr Farr, have you seen Cleo? | 0:09:06 | 0:09:08 | |
Can't stop, chasing dog! | 0:09:08 | 0:09:11 | |
No, don't worry, we'll rescue your daughter from mortal peril. | 0:09:11 | 0:09:14 | |
Give me that. | 0:09:14 | 0:09:16 | |
HE SNIFFS Dixon! | 0:09:16 | 0:09:19 | |
This way. | 0:09:19 | 0:09:21 | |
Almost there. | 0:09:21 | 0:09:22 | |
Let go of that heart. | 0:09:24 | 0:09:25 | |
Oh, great, the furball and the sham-pire. | 0:09:25 | 0:09:28 | |
Argh! Oh, oh. | 0:09:34 | 0:09:36 | |
Oh, come on, cloak, give me some oven mitts. | 0:09:38 | 0:09:41 | |
Oh! Or some barbecue tongs. | 0:09:41 | 0:09:44 | |
No! | 0:09:44 | 0:09:46 | |
Perfect. | 0:09:46 | 0:09:47 | |
Resus, use me! | 0:09:47 | 0:09:49 | |
Ah. Ah! | 0:09:50 | 0:09:54 | |
Ha! | 0:09:54 | 0:09:55 | |
Argh! | 0:09:58 | 0:10:00 | |
Ooh. | 0:10:00 | 0:10:01 | |
-SHE SIGHS -Thanks. | 0:10:01 | 0:10:05 | |
Game, set and match. | 0:10:05 | 0:10:07 | |
Give me that heart! | 0:10:07 | 0:10:08 | |
Oof! | 0:10:10 | 0:10:13 | |
Thanks, guys. How did you find me? | 0:10:13 | 0:10:15 | |
Luke sniffed you out. We found your heart box in the sandpit. | 0:10:15 | 0:10:17 | |
Yeah, we know that's your special place. | 0:10:17 | 0:10:19 | |
-The sand reminds you of Egypt, right? -I guess you guys do get me. | 0:10:19 | 0:10:22 | |
A bit. And thank you, I suppose. | 0:10:22 | 0:10:27 | |
You're welcome. | 0:10:27 | 0:10:29 | |
Er, Cleo, you know when you kissed Tutan? | 0:10:29 | 0:10:31 | |
Did you think it might have actually been me? | 0:10:31 | 0:10:34 | |
Ha! No. | 0:10:34 | 0:10:35 | |
Oh, well... | 0:10:35 | 0:10:36 | |
good, er, because it was horrible. | 0:10:36 | 0:10:40 | |
-You kissed Dixon? -Shut up. | 0:10:40 | 0:10:42 | |
-But...Dixon! -Shut up. | 0:10:42 | 0:10:44 |