Bibi Blocksberg – The black Cat FULL EPISODE with ENGLISH SUBTITLES

Bibi Blocksberg – The black Cat FULL EPISODE with ENGLISH SUBTITLES


♪ ♪ LITTLE BIRDS: (BIRDS TWITTERING) BIBI: Hm. BIBI: Hey, little birdies! How
about a nice, cold shower? Just
the thing to beat the heat. LITTLE BIRDS: (BIRDS TWITTERING) BIBI: Mom, do you know what I
really want? BARBARA: What? BIBI: A pet. BIBI: Oh please! Everybody has
a pet! BARBARA: No way… Since when
do we care what everyone else
does?! Huh! Looks like you already
have a pet! BIBI: But I want something I
can cuddle! Maybe a little
kitten! BARBARA: Oh Bibi. Animals are
nothing but trouble! BIBI: We could always cast a
spell to look after it! BARBARA: No. Even a pet under a
spell is out of the question! BARBARA: Bernard! BARBARA: Don’t eat everything! BARBARA: What do you think
about Bibi getting a pet? Yes
or no? BERNARD: Hmmmm? BIBI: Man… BIBI: Everyone, but me has a
pet and it’s totally unfair… BIBI: Seriously. BERNARD: Eecch! Turn it off!! BARBARA: Eeny meeny splash and
trough, charm the water to be
off. Wizz-wizz! BERNARD: I’m soaking wet! BARBARA: Me too! BIBI: Mom’s witch’s lab. And
there’s her spell book. BIBI: I’m not supposed to use
it, but… BIBI: You know what they say,
little witches should practice
their magic every day. BIBI: Hmmm. BIBI: Now where is it…Q,
R…S? BIBI: Aha! Eeny meeny jump and
squeal, get here quick my
little seal. Wizz-wizz! SEAL: Bark! Bark! Bark! BIBI: Oh wow, you’re such
cutie! Wanna play?! SEAL: Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark!
Bark! Bark! BIBI: Hey watch it, that’s
Mom’s crystal ball! BIBI: Stop that!!! SEAL: Bark! Bark! Bark! BIBI: Hold on! Come back! SEAL: Bark! Bark! Bark! BIBI: Be careful with that! SEAL: Bark! Bark! Bark! BIBI: Don’t go down the stairs! BIBI: Oh no! SEAL: Bark! Bark! Bark! SEAL: Bark! Bark! Bark! BIBI: The table! Not the lamp!!! SEAL: Bark! Bark! Bark! BIBI: Noooo! BIBI: Don’t go outside!! SEAL: Bark! BARBARA: Hey!! SEAL: Bark! BARBARA: I can not believe my
eyes! BARBARA: Bibi, you went into
my… BIBI: Yes, but I’m really
sorry, Mom! BARBARA: Eeny meeny hacky sack,
send that seal right back!
Wizz-wizz! BIBI: Aaaawww…! BARBARA: No matter how many
spells you cast, you won’t be
getting a pet. You are grounded! BARBARA: I’m going to the caf
to meet Granny Greta alone! BIBI: No fair! GRANNY GRETA: Oh Barbara, dear! BARBARA: Er, yes?! GRANNY GRETA: Hello there
darling! OLD LADY A RED, B BLUE, C
YELLOW: Help!
Extraterrestrials! A witch!
She’s coming this way! Quick, let’s get out of here! GRANNY GRETA: Oh my, that
didn’t turn out as planned. GRANNY GRETA: Sorry, ladies.
Let me buy you a piece of cake. OLD LADY B: Oh, I don’t believe
it! OLD LADY C: I’ve never seen
anything like it! OLD LADY B: No one will ever
believe me! BARBARA: Good morning,
Mother…!!! GRANNY GRETA: Well?! BARBARA: Nice to see you! GRANNY GRETA: You’re alone?
Where’s Bibi? BARBARA: Your granddaughter is
grounded! GRANNY GRETA: But why? BARBARA: She wants a pet and
used my spellbook without even
asking permission. GRANNY GRETA: Really? How about
a…Cuddly, fluffy little
kitten? BARBARA: Mother! BARBARA: I don’t want any pets
in the house! GRANNY GRETA: At Bibi’s age,
it’s good for children to have
a little pet to cuddle. GRANNY GRETA: Have you
forgotten? You used to want to
have a pet… GRANNY GRETA: …so you witched
yourself a hamster. BARBARA: Er, I’d rather talk
about something else, Mother. BIBI: Aaahh, fantastic! BIBI: Nobody has a pet like
that. BIBI: Mom isn’t home right now. BARBARA: Can I pour you some
coffee? BARBARA: Oh Mother! GRANNY GRETA: Just half a cup
please, Coffee Pot! That’s
enough. Thank you! GRANNY GRETA: Is Bibi making
any progress with her magic
spells? GRANNY GRETA: There’s nothing
more important for a witch at
Bibi’s age than practicing her
magic spells! Time and time again! BARBARA: Yes! BIBI: Aha! Here it is! BIBI: Eeny meeny point and
laugh, come and see my wild
giraffe!Wizz-wizz! BIBI: Hi! You sure are friendly. BIBI: Hey, you are not in the
wild anymore! Behave! BIBI: Oh boy! Get away from
there, and stop all that
growing! BIBI: Move! BIBI: Found it, the book of
spells! BIBI: I need to find a spell
that’ll make this giraffe go
away. BIBI: No! BIBI: Help me! BIBI: Don’t go through the
ceiling! BIBI: Ouch!! BIBI: Got it! BIBI: Eeny meeny rice pilaf,
away with you, you big giraffe!
Wizz-wizz! BIBI: Why isn’t this working
for me? BIBI: I can’t do this alone.
Mom! BIBI: Eeny meeny wool and
tweed, Mom’s help is what I
need. Wizz-wizz! BIBI: Eeny meeny wool and
tweed, Mom’s help is what I
need! Wizz-wizz! GRANNY GRETA: Well, then… GRANNY GRETA: Huh? OLD LADY A, OLD LADY C: Oh!
Help! GRANNY GRETA: This time it’s
not my fault! GRANNY GRETA: My granddaughter
seems to be in trouble. BIBI: Oh good, you’re finally
here. BIBI: Hi Mom! BARBARA: Well…I… BARBARA: Bibi?!! What is going
on? BIBI: Oh please Mom! You gotta
help me! I can’t get rid of
this thing! BARBARA: Of course not! You can
only get rid of giraffes once
you’re fifteen years old! BARBARA: Eeny meeny rice pilaf,
away with you, you big giraffe!
Wizz-wizz! BARBARA: Owww! BARBARA: My beautiful witch’s
lab! Just look at it! BIBI: I’m really, really sorry,
Mom! BIBI: Eeny meeny fur and fuzz,
return the laboratory to how it
was! Wizz-wizz! BIBI: How’s that? GRANNY GRETA: I can’t wait
anymore. If Bibi’s summoning
her, then I will too! GRANNY GRETA: Eeny meeny ox,
sheep and cow, Barbara, come
back to me now. Wizz-wizz! BARBARA: Bibi! No more! You can
not keep summoning me with
magic everytime… BARBARA: ….you want me
somewhere! BARBARA: That goes for you too,
Mother. And for the last time,
I do not want a pet. Not any pet…they’re just not
clean and tidy. GRANNY GRETA: Yes, yes…I
think I know what needs to be
done here. BIBI: I’ll get it, Mom! BIBI: Aaaahhh… BIBI: What is that! BIBI: I wonder who it’s for? BIBI: Bibi Blocksberg! BIBI: Hey, Mom! BIBI: Look! I got a package. A
really big one! BARBARA: Who’s it from? BIBI: “This package is just for
you, Bibi! His name is
Sylvester. Love, your Granny
Greta”. SYLVESTER: Meow! SYLVESTER: Meooooow…! BIBI: Oh wow, it’s a kitten!
Isn’t that great mom? BARBARA: For crying out loud, I
don’t believe this! BARBARA: Just you wait, Mother! BIBI: Ooh! BIBI: Don’t you worry, Bibi’s
gonna get you outta there… SYLVESTER: Meeeoooww!! BIBI: Awwww… I’ll have you
out in no time, Sylvester! BIBI: Just look at you! You’re
so cuuuute! GRANNY GRETA: I’m so sorry. I
guess I’m not home,
daughter-dear… try me later
perhaps… BIBI: Isn’t he adorable?! My
little kitty. BARBARA: Bibi – put the cat
back in the box. We’re
returning it to Granny Greta
now! BIBI: No!!! BARBARA: I’m not putting up
with this nonsense from my own
mother! BIBI: We can’t Mom! Sylvester
is my pet now! BARBARA: Look young lady, I’m
still the one who decides
whether you get a pet or not! BERNARD: Hello everybody, I’m
home! BERNARD: Here, Bibi darling, I
brought you something cuddly! BIBI: Thanks Dad… But look at
this, I got a real pet! Can I
keep him??! Pleeeease?!! BIBI: Yeees? Pleeease… BERNARD: Well, I’m not too sure
about this… BERNARD: You know… He sure is
a cute little rascal… BIBI: Thank you, Daddy! BIBI: I’ll go show Sylvester
his new home! Here kitty! BERNARD: Huh? Hey! BARBARA: Oh Bernard! First my
mother undermines me, and then
my own husband! BERNARD: Uh… SYLVESTER: Meoooww!!! BIBI: Cozy, isn’t it? BIBI: Well? Do you like my room? BIBI: Ohhhhh…What the… BIBI: Sylvester…? BIBI: Kitty, what’s gotten into
you?! BIBI: Oh boy… I don’t believe
it! Ahhh… BIBI: Now I get it… BIBI: You’re a witch’s cat,
aren’t you? BIBI: Yeah, yeah, I know! My
mom’s always telling me to
clean up my room too! BIBI: But I hate cleaning… BIBI: Yeah, I know – I’ll do
it, Sylvester! That’s just what
I need. A pet cat that’s even stricter
than my own mother! BARBARA: Bibi! BARBARA: Dinner! And bring the
cat with you! BIBI: We’re coming! BIBI: I am so hungry! SYLVESTER: Meow! BERNARD: Your cat seems to have
a high opinion of himself. BIBI: Huh?! SYLVESTER: Meow. BARBARA: Down you! BIBI: Aww, please mom… Er,
what’s for dinner tonight
anyway? BARBARA: Mmmm! Here it is. BERNARD: Great, I can’t wait! BARBARA: Sulphur soup. BIBI: You’re kidding me.
Sulphur soup again? BERNARD: What?! Sulphur? BIBI: We just had that
yesterday. SYLVESTER : Meoooww! BERNARD: Y’know, that’s not a
bad idea. BIBI: Mh – hm! BIBI,: Thanks, Sylvester! BARBARA: I don’t appreciate
that very much. BARBARA: Here. BARBARA: Now let’s get a couple
things straight, cat. First, you’re going to have to
get used to this smell. And second, I really don’t like
it when animals sit at the
table! BERNARD: Aw, Barbara! BIBI: Oh come on, mom! Please! BIBI: He is a magical cat,
after all. SYLVESTER: Meow! BARBARA: All right, just this
once. But you will eat what I
serve you. BIBI: Try it, Sylvester. It’s
not that bad. BARBARA: I guess my sulphur
soup doesn’t agree with him. LITTLE OWL: Hoo… BIBI: Two in the morning… BIBI: Huh…? BIBI: What is that? BIBI: Sylvester? Where are you,
kitty-cat? BIBI: Huh? BIBI: Aha! In the kitchen…! BIBI: What on earth is going on
here…? What are you doing
Sylvester?! BIBI: Mmmmmmhhh! BIBI: Smells great! SYLVESTER: Meow. BIBI: Two eggs… if you
please, Sylvester! SYLVESTER: Meow! BERNARD: I thought I smelled
something… I’ll have the same
as Bibi… two eggs please. BIBI: Isn’t this fantastic, Dad? BIBI,: Mmmmmm…! GRANNY GRETA: I have to say,
you are a good cook, but your singing leaves
something to be desired, my
dear cat. Good night! SYLVESTER: Meow, meow, meow! BERNARD: Thank you dear… Bye! BARBARA: Bye! BIBI: G’bye Mom! SYLVESTER: Hm. SYLVESTER: Meow. BARBARA: Have fun, you two!
Have a good day! BIBI: Thanks… See you later!
Take good care of Sylvester! BERNARD,: Love you! BARBARA: Hmm! Mister Magic Cat
wants to make himself useful. BARBARA: You feel like doing
some housecleaning, Sylvester? SYLVESTER: Meoooow! SYLVESTER: Meow! BARBARA: Huh… go figure. GRANNY GRETA: That sure looks
like a lot of hard work… GRANNY GRETA: What is my fussy
little feline up to? GRANNY GRETA: Ah, he’s in
Barbara’s lab mixing up his
super cleaning detergent. SYLVESTER: Meow… SYLVESTER: Meow! GRANNY GRETA: Oh oh, just
remember what happened the last
time you used the mineral
water, Sylvester! SYLVESTER: Meow-meow-meow-meow. SYLVESTER: Meow, meow, meow… SYLVESTER: Meow! BARBARA: Huh? SYLVESTER: Meow, meow, meow! BARBARA: Great. That’s just
what I need: a magic cat who
thinks he’s smarter than I am. BARBARA: What is this, then? BARBARA: Oh… BARBARA: Huh? This is… This
is unbelievable! SYLVESTER: Meow… SYLVESTER: Meow, meow! BARBARA: Huh?! BARBARA: I’m not sure what it
is you brewed up in that bottle
of yours, Sylvester… but I
have to admit… BARBARA: I am truly impressed! GRANNY GRETA: Ah, well done. GRANNY GRETA: Hmmmmm… SYLVESTER: Meow… meow… meow! BIBI: Alright, here we go,
Apple Pie. Right into the
kitchen… Look out!! BIBI: Apple Piiiieee! Not so
faaaaassstt…! BIBI: Ahhhhhhh! BARBARA: Bibi! BARBARA: The cleaning supplies
are under the sink. BIBI: I know where they are… BARBARA: You wouldn’t believe
it… guess who we have to
thank for this sparkling clean
kitchen? BARBARA: Sylvester and his
super special magic cleaning
mix! BIBI: Heeeey!! My sweatshirt!
Ripped up for a cleaning rag!!!
And look at this! BARBARA: Whaaat?! Show me that! BARBARA: That was my favorite
nightgown! BIBI: Hm?! BARBARA: This sure doesn’t look
good. BARBARA: What’s going on here? BIBI: Hey wait a second…do
you know where Sylvester is? BARBARA: I think he’s in the
garden! BARBARA: Huh? BARBARA: Look at our poor
garden! BARBARA: My wild flower meadow! BARBARA: Sylvester! Stop that
right now! BARBARA: Hey!! BARBARA: Ouch! BIBI: C’mere! BIBI: He’s too fast, Mom!! BARBARA: Stooop! BERNARD: Hi honey, I’m
hoommme…!!!! Aaah! BIBI,: Stooop!! Wait!! Hold on!! BERNARD: Barbaraaa!! BARBARA: Bernard?! BIBI: Dad?! What are you doing
in there?! BERNARD: Who…? BIBI,: Sylvester! BERNARD: Look what he did to my
bushes! SYLVESTER: Meow! BARBARA: Sylvester! We don’t
need a magic cat causing
trouble in our house! We can do
it ourselves! BARBARA: All Bibi really wanted
was a cute little pet! SYLVESTER: Meow! BIBI: Why not use magic to get
rid of him? BARBARA: That’s a good idea! SYLVESTER: Meow! BARBARA: Eeny meeny baseball
bat, take away this magic cat!
Wizz-wizz! SYLVESTER: Meow-meow-meow-meow
-ooo-meow! BARBARA: But…I…? BIBI: That’s strange…Why
didn’t the cat go away? BARBARA: That spell should have
worked… BIBI: Oh no! BARBARA: What’s going on?!! BERNARD: Aaaahhhh… BARBARA: What’s happening to
our beautiful house! BERNARD: For heaven’s sake, do
something, Barbara! BARBARA: Eeny meeny mice and
men, make our house okay again!
Wizz-wizz! BIBI: Wizz-wizz! BIBI,: Wizz-wizz! BIBI: We have to think of the
right spell! BERNARD: Yes, and quickly! BIBI: Huh…? BERNARD: Huh? GRANNY GRETA: Isn’t this
something?! Looks like your
house is about to take off! BIBI: Help us Granny Greta,
you’re our only hope! GRANNY GRETA: Sure Bibi,
anything for you! GRANNY GRETA: Eeny meeny three
and four, house and garden as
before! Wizz-wizz! GRANNY GRETA: Well, my
darlings? Are we happy now? GRANNY GRETA: Hello, Sylvester! GRANNY GRETA: You’ve been a
naughty kitty cat! You used the
sparkling mineral water to
dilute… GRANNY GRETA: …the super
detergent again, didn’t you?! SYLVESTER: Meow. GRANNY GRETA: He keeps making
that very same mistake! GRANNY GRETA: Otherwise, he’s
quite tidy! SYLVESTER: Meow! Meow! Meoooow! BARBARA: Mother! I have to have
a serious word with you… BIBI: Granny Greta! I just
wanted a normal pet, but
Sylvester… BERNARD: Uh, I hate to say this
but I think… GRANNY GRETA: Just a minute,
just a minute! There’s a little
something I have to explain to
you! BARBARA: You listen, Mother!
This little monster has caused
nothing, but trouble and we
couldn’t even witch him away. GRANNY GRETA: Of course not! I
made sure of that! This
“monster”, as you call him, is
my dear, loyal butler Sylvester. BIBI: Butler? GRANNY GRETA: You did say
Barbara, that there were no
clean, tidy animals! BARBARA: Well, yes… GRANNY GRETA: Is Sylvester not
a clean, tidy animal? BARBARA: Yes, you’re right as
usual, Mother. GRANNY GRETA: Thank you dear.
And what do you think of my
little Sylvester, Bibi dear? BIBI: Well, to tell you the
truth… Your “little
Sylvester” kinda gives me the
heebie-jeebies! SYLVESTER: Meow! BIBI: Whoa! Hey! GRANNY GRETA: Not to worry!
He’s coming back home with me,
anyways. GRANNY GRETA: Huh?Oh my
goodness gracious. GRANNY GRETA: I almost forgot
about these two little fellows. GRANNY GRETA: Since I’m taking
your cat away from you, I
though you might like something
more normal for a while. What do you
think Bibi? BIBI: Aw, they’re the cutest
little puppies ever!! GRANNY GRETA: Here, let me
introduce you to Rex and Lex. GRANNY GRETA: They belong to my
neighbor. She’s traveling
around the world right now… BIBI: …and you want me to
look after them for her? Too
cool! BARBARA: As long as they’re not
anything like that intolerable
black cat of yours! GRANNY GRETA: No, no! SYLVESTER: Me-ooow! BIBI: C’mere, you two. Time for
a walk! GRANNY GRETA: So my darlings, I
guess that wraps everything up.
Come here, kitty, time to go! GRANNY GRETA: Up, up. GRANNY GRETA: The place is a
mess without you. GRANNY GRETA: It’s been a
slice. Goodbye! GRANNY GRETA: Eeny meeny garden
gnome, Saffron won’t you fly us
home. Wizz-wizz! GRANNY GRETA: See yooouuuuu…! BERNARD: Goodbye, Granny Greta!
See you soon I hope! BARBARA: Goodbye! GRANNY GRETA: Where’s my head
today, I almost forgot. Your
little darlings are still their
travel size, Bibi! GRANNY GRETA: Eeny meeny suits
and ties, return the dogs to
normal size! Wizz-wizz! BIBI: No, don’t! Sit! Stop it.
Oh boy…Wait… BIBI: Granny, make them small
agaaaaain. BIBI: Grannnnyyyy…!! BIBI: Granny Gretaaaaaaaaa!!! ♪ ♪

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