Catscratch (2005–2007)
Rob Paulsen: Gordon, Boy with Crutch, Commander, Commodore Nougat, Computer Voice, Crowd Member, Geek, Gordon Robot, Hillbilly Uncle, Little Boy, Man, Man in Crowd, Person #2, Randall, Slug Child, Snooty Woman, TV Vase Salesman, Tapestry Bear, Toy, Zinkogorb
Quotes
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Gordon : I'm attempting to train bacon to walk. Imagine it, Blik: a world where bacon could walk straight into your mouth.
Waffle : Hello, Mr. Blik!
Mr. Blik : [jumps in surprise] Waffle! Where were you? I was sopping wet.
Gordon : And after you've finished with Blik, I need you to wash the pants I made for my bacon.
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Giant Squid : Gordon Quid, you have defeated me in battle. therefore, as per the rules of the sea, I am obligated to grant you one wish.
Gordon : Mighty Kraken, I wish for a new tail!
Giant Squid : So be it.
Gordon : Wait! I wish for a new tail for my brother... Mr. Blik.
Mr. Blick : Gordon, are you sure about this?
Gordon : Take it, Blik. I realize now I don't need a big bushy tail to prove I'm a whole cat.
Mr. Blick : I don't know what to say except...
[he points to his behind]
Mr. Blick : Right there, baby! Zap away!
[he gets zapped and gets his tail back]
Mr. Blick : Ohh, did you miss me?
Giant Squid : You are a brave opponent, Gordon Quid. Maybe someday, we will meet again in battle. Until then, heigh-ho, Kraken!
[he floats up to the sky]
Gordon : Heigh-ho, Kraken!
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Mr. Blik : How did this happen?
Gordon : Well, it wasn't us, Blik. I was preparin' the food, and Waffle was making dip.
Waffle : Right. Green cookbook, blue room.
Gordon : Right.
[pause]
Gordon : Laddie, I said *blue* cookbook, *green* room. Green cookbook, blue room is... *The Scottish Book of the Dead!*
Waffle : Oh. That explains the long and mysterious incantation with sour cream.
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Gordon : [reminiscing about Mrs. Cramdilly] Do you remember when she found us, curled up with our ma in the laundry hamper?
Mrs. Cramdilly : [in a flashback] My, look at you, so brave and proud!
Gordon : That was the day *I* became her favorite.
Mr. Blik : *You?* Her favorite? Hah! *I* was the favorite. It was me.
Waffle : Nuh-uh. I was. She let me sleep on her head!
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Gordon : I'm afraid the right, sweet root beer has slipped out of our tiny paws. I mean it's not like we can dress up as girls and crash the party.
Mr. Blick : Yeah... unless, we dress up as girls and crash the party!
Waffle : Then we can play *beauty salon makeover*!
[giggles giddily]
Mr. Blick : Gordon, bag of bees.
Gordon : Aye, bag of bees.
[Gordon hands Mr. Blick a bag of bees, Mr. Blik shakes the bag, and sticks it on Waffle's head]
Waffle : Hello, bees, how are you?
[Bees sting Waffle, sending Waffle screaming in pain]