(Brak is in his room, talking to his stuffed animal lobster named Hippo.)
Brak: And then, when I was giving my book report, Zorak pulled my pants down and everybody laughed, even me, 'cause it was funny, but not to me. Ooh, ooh, and then at lunch, I had a whole tray of Jell-o and wouldn't you know it, Zorak pulled my pants down again. Man, there was Jell-o everywhere. (pause) Yes, even there.
(Zorak hops in.)
Zorak: What the he** are you doin'?
Brak: Doop! Zorak, how long have you been there?
Zorak: Long enough to see you talking to that doll.
Brak: I was doing no such thing. If, however, I was talking, and my childhood friend Hippo happened to be listening...
Zorak: What hippo? That's a lobster.
Brak: Maybe so, but he prefers to be called Hippo.
Zorak: Do you know what people would say if they knew I hung out with a dolltalker?
Brak: I'd imagine they'd say "Zorak, you're so lucky to have a friend like Brak. He's quite a guy!"
Zorak: I don't hang out with dolltalkers. Ever. So long, wuss.
Brak: Wait, don't go! Oh man, what am I gonna do? You see... (he sings) There's something about his red and kindly face / I can tell him anything / But then there's Zorak / and he thinks I'm a baby! / But I'll show him that I'm not! (ends singing) All right. I made a decision. From this day on, I will stop talking to my beloved friend, Hippo.
Zorak: Not good enough. Get rid of him!
Brak: What? I thought I just had to stop talking to him.
Zorak: Look, it's him or me.
Brak: Then I guess it's gonna have to be me, meaning you. I'm sorry, Hippo. I'm so sorry...
Zorak: C'mon fuzzy, we're going for a little ride. (picks Hippo up.)
Brak: His name's not Fuzzy, it's Hippo!
Zorak: Shut up!
Brak: Zorak's probably right. I'm too old to be talking to stupid stuffed toys. Even if they are sensitive and excellent listeners. The time has come for me to take of my boyhood and put on my manhood!
(Zorak pantsed Brak.)
Zorak: Heh!
Brak: Aw man.

(Cut to Dad and Mom in the kitchen.)
Dad: You know, Mother, if I had a brother, I would like to have him live by the ocean. So we could come and visit him on vacation.
(Brak walks across the room crying.)
Dad: What am I saying? We'd probably fight and argue like we did growing up. He was such a jerk. That's it. Call my brother on the telephone and tell him we are not coming! He is dead to me now!
(Brak walks across the room crying.) Brak: Hippo! Hippo, hippo!
Mom: Honey, I think there's something wrong with Brak.
Dad: There's something wrong with all of us, darling.
Brak: I don't wanna live anymore!
Dad: Huh! Finally, my own office! You see mother, I told you if we were patient, we wouldn't have to add on.
Mom: Oh, enough of that.
Dad: I was half-kidding. What do people want from me?
Mom: What's the matter, dear?
Brak: I never should have let Zorak talk me into getting rid of my wonderful friend Hippo.
(Zorak hops in.)
Zorak: Who did what now?
Mom: Zorak, did you take Brak's toy?
Zorak: I did not!
Mom: Where is it?
Zorak: I can't remember.
Mom: Zorak...
Zorak: All right, I threw him in the garbage can somewhere.
Mom: I want you to go find him and bring him back.
Zorak: Or what?
Mom: Or (whispers unintelligably to Zorak.)
Zorak: You're bluffin'.
Mom: Try me.
Zorak: All right, come on Darla, let's go find your dolly.

(Cut to in front of Brak's house.)
Zorak: OK, gimme ten bucks. I'm going to the dog track.
Brak: You said you were gonna help me find Hippo.
Zorak: I say a lot of things. Gimme the money!
Brak: But this is for college.
(Zorak snatches it from his hand.)
Zorak: Swipe!
Brak: Now I'll never be a barber. Guess I'll have to start lookin.

(Brak sings while popping out of various dumpsters and garbage can.)
Brak: Lookin' / lookin lookin. / Lookin / Lookin lookin / Lookin, lookin everywhere! But not there!
(A garbage can growls and you can see some eyes in it.)
[???????] / I'll keep on and never stop lookin'!

(Brak is walking down the street.)
Brak: It's hopeless. I'm never gonna find him.
Thundercleese: What's wrong, Brak from down the street?
Brak: Oh, hi Mr. Thundercleese. I'm lookin for my little stuffed friend, Hippo, but he's nowhere to be found.
Thundercleese: Long ago, I, too had a stuffed companion. His name was Chopper. One day, he was abducted by gypsies. I never saw him again.
Brak: Oh, did you ever see him again?
Thundercleese: Did I not just tell you no? Must I repeat the whole story?
Brak: What story?
Thundercleese: (shines a laser pointer between Brak's eyes.) Please leave.
Brak: Yeah, I guess I'll just go home and weep myself to sleep.

(Cut to Dad and Mom in the kitchen.)
Dad: Ooooh. I'm blocked up with ice cream and rum. Want to back up from that first thing in the morning.
(Brak comes in.)
Mom: Did you have any luck, peanut head?
Brak: Oh, mom, I'll never see Tippo again.
Dad: Who is Tippo?
Brak: My lost friend. It hurts too much to say his real name.
Dad: Which is?
Brak: Hippo. Oh man!
Dad: Ha ha! I made you say it! Now give me your college money.
Brak: That's gone too. I've lost everything!
Mom: Well, maybe this will cheer you up.
(Mom is holding a stuffed green man.)
Brak: Wow, who is that young gentleman?
Mom: His name is Dr. Grumbles. Isn't he just the cutest thing?
Brak: Where'd you get him?
Mom: From a stinky old gypsy I met at the bus stop.
Dad: How much did this Professor Grumbles here cost me?
Mom: Nothing. It was free. The stinky old gypsy seemed quite happy to be rid of it.
Dad: Probably because it was cursed.
Mom: Oh, and I'm sure you could have done better.
Dad: Oh, no, now, baby, baby, Don't be mad. Come over here and let Daddy make it right. C'mon? (kiss noise) OK, then, maybe some other time.
Mom: (to Dad) Don't count on it. (to Brak) OK, Brak, here's Dr. Grumbles. I hope you like him.
Brak: Oh I will, Mom. I like him all ready.

(Brak is in his room.)
Brak: (singing): Oh, the doctor's in the house / right here in my room / Howdy, there, my name is Brak / Dr. Grumbles I presume? / And I am funky / like a stupid funky monkey! Watch it
(Sisto walks across the room and farts)
Brak: He's in the house! (stops singing) Boy, we're having fun, aren't we, Dr. Grumbles? Last time I had this much fun, I was face down in a pizza pie, eating my way to freedom.
(Zorak hops in.)
Zorak: Oh, look at the dolltalker, talking to his little doll.
Brak: He happens to be a doctor.
Zorak: Where'd you get it?
Brak: My mom gave it to me.
Zorak: Oh, yeah? Hand it over.
Brak: But we were just getting acquainted. Why're you doing this to me?
Zorak: Because I'm just plain mean.
Brak: (sadly) Oh...
Zorak: All right fine. I'll just find someone else to hang out with.
Brak: Go ahead, take him. I'm gonna go cry myself up a snack.
Zorak: You do that. Just don't rat me out to your old lady. She's crazy.
Dr. Grumbles: Hey. I know what you did to the Hippo.
Zorak: Who said that?
Dr. Grumbles: I did, ugly boy. You mess with me, you'll be sorry.
Zorak: Oh yeah?
Dr. Grumbles: I know some bad people. Like to break things. Green things.
Zorak: You're bluffin'. Let's go, jerk.
Dr. Grumbles: You'll be sorry.

(Zorak has Dr. Grumbles tied up to dynamite.)
Dr. Grumbles: I'm telling you, you mess with the doctor, you mess with dark powers.
Zorak: Like what?
Dr. Grumbles: Well, uh, I'm not telling. It's a secret. How 'bout that, eh? How do you like that, dingleberry?
Zorak: You're so dead.
(Zorak blows Dr. Grumbles up. A big hole is left.)
Zorak: Heh heh heh, jerk.

(Cut to Mom and Dad in the kitchen.)
Mom: Well, Brak seems to be his old self again, now that he has a new friend to play with.
Dad: Yes, Dr. Grumbles truly has become one of the family. He's like the stuffed toy doctor son I never had.
(Zorak comes in.)
Zorak: Where's Brak?
Mom: He's in his room.
Zorak: Send up my lunch.

(Cut to Brak and Dr. Grumbles on Brak's bed. Zorak comes in.)
Zorak: What the he**?
Brak: Oh, hi, Zorak. Thanks for not taking Dr. Grumbles. What a buddy.
Zorak: I don't get it. I blew you to freakin' kingdom come!
Dr. Grumbles: Yet here I am, listeining to the wind blow through your empty head.
Zorak: Well, you're goin' down, pal.
Brak: Zorak, who are you talkin' to? Do we have a new member of the doll talker's club?
Zorak: Shut up!

(Zorak has Dr. Grumbles in his hands as he's walking down the street.
Zorak: Zorak's mad as he**, and this time, it's personal.
Dr. Grumbles: (evil laugh) You're a punk.
(He sees Thundercleese.)
Thundercleese: Great tribes of Gandar! I can't believe it! Chopper? Where have you been?
Dr. Grumbles: Well, I tell you, long story short, I was kidnapped, went to night school, became a doctor, ticked off gypsies, and here I am.
(Thundercleese aims at Zorak.)
Thundercleese: Hand him over to me.
Zorak: You mind if I burn him first?
Dr. Grumbles (sarcastically): Ooh, he's going to burn me. I'm so frightened! Whoever will help me? (serious) Take him out.
(Zorak holds the doll in front of his head.)
Zorak: Shoot me and the doll gets it.
Dr. Grumbles: Shoot him, Thundercleese. Go for the head!
Thundercleese: But what if I hurt you?
Dr. Grumbles: Do it! Take the shot!
(Thundercleese does, and an explosion is heard right outside the kitchen window. "Talk with Brak" music plays.)
Dad: And so, Brak, there comes a time when you must take off the soft, furry slippers of a boy and put on the shoes of a man. Unless of course they don't fit properly and your feet blister up like bubble wrap. Oh ho ho, but don't try to return the shoes, because they won't take them back once you've worn them. Specially if that fat pig Tony is at the desk. Do you understand what I'm saying, son?
Mom: Brak's not here, dear. He ran out screaming hours ago.
Dad: Oh well, then, do you understand what I'm saying, mother?
(Brak comes in.)
Brak: I've come back, mother and father, and I know now that you can't run away from your troubles.
(Zorak is seen running away from Thundercleese, even though we don't see Thundercleese, outside the kitchen window.
Zorak: Stop it, dolltalker!
(An explosion is heard.)
Dad: (laughs). Hey, look at this. Your old friend Hippo is going to have his own TV show. "Show Us Your Garbage", starring Hippo, taping today at 4 o'clock.
Mom: Brak, why don't you go down to the TV station and see him?
Brak: Smashing idea, mommy.
Dad: I think we should all go. Everyone except me.
(As the credits roll, "Show Us Your Garbage"'s theme music is playing.)
Singers: Show us your garbage / show us your trash / If Hippo likes it / You'll win some cash / Show us your garbage / Ready set go / It's time to meet the star of our show / It's Hippo / Hippo / It's Hippo / Hippo / It's Hippo, he's a he** of a guy...