INSPECTORS OF INSPECTORS by Driftless Pony Club

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"INSPECTORS OF INSPECTORS by Driftless Pony Club"
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Episode no. Episode 574
2011
Original Upload date October 21, 2011
Running time 0:03:51
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Directed by Corey Vidal
Jim Vaylin (asst dir)
Camera work by Corey Vidal
Ethan Wane
Edited by BriansEpicFail
Corey Vidal
Corrado Cola
Guests: Nate Bartley
Sam Grant
Matt Weber
unidentified woman
Episode chronology
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"Everything you Need to Know"
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Transcript

[Note: This is a music video. You should really watch it, since transcribing it cannot possibly capture everything in the video. Click above or below to watch it on YouTube.]

[Whale sounds as a giant mouth opens to reveal Craig, Sam, Nate, and Matt sitting inside a whale.]
[Craig:] Sam, you said you could operate the ship. Now we're stuck inside this stupid whale!
[Sam:] I figured it'd be easy. Sailing's just wind and people.
[Craig:] It's also water and a boat.
[Matt:] This whale is awesome!
[Nate shakes his head.]
[Craig:] I'll send for help. [Puts a bottle down in front of him. Pulls the cork out. Rolls up a message and sticks it inside the bottle. Puts cork back in. Stands up and forces bottle out of the blow hole.]
[Music starts. Closeup of a sailor hat. Craig doing something with a globe. A heart tattoo with the word Mom on it on Craig's arm.]
Call me Trim Tab,
[Craig grabs the sailor hat. Puts it on.]
Call me whatever.
[Craig opens the door to discover a bottle there.]
Not that I need to make a living,
[He sits down, pulls out the cork with his teeth and spits it away, takes out message and unrolls it.]
Or that you need to make a living.
[The note reads: 'Help! We are stuck inside a whale. Thanks, DPC']
If I just stick my foot out like that, the whole ship's gonna turn.
[Craig writes a note: 'Help! DPC is in a whale again. I'll get the boat. Captain' He pulls three bottles out and puts them in front of him, putting messages in each of them. Throws them out the window.]
I don't knooooooooooow
[Matt, sleeping outside in yellow fisherman's overalls, wakes up and sees the bottle. Stands up.]
What I am, what I am.
[Nate, wearing a yellow raincoat, fishes the bottle of the toilet with a fishing pole. He shakes it.]
But I'm not a category.
[Sam, wearing a jacket, a sailor's hat, holding a bottle of wine, with a woman sitting next to him, pulls the bottle with the message in it out of the wine chiller. He reads the message and gets up quickly.]
Please stop your askin'.
[Sam and Matt greet each other on the street, hug. Sam is holding an oar. Matt is holding a fishing pole. Sam hugs Nate. Nate, also holding a fishing pole, and Matt shake hands.]
So please stop your askin'.
[As a garage door goes up, we see Captain Craig in silhouette. He throws Matt an oar. They roll the car out of the garage. As it pulls out onto the street, we see S.S. Trim Tab written on the side. Craig is driving. Sam is hanging out the front passenger window, rowing with his oar. Nate is hanging out the back passenger-side window, pointing. Matt is hanging out the back driver-side window, rowing with an oar.]
Not that I need to make a living,
[The car goes down the street, over a speed bump, everyone in the same positions.]
Or that you need to make a living,
[Sam keeps rowing. Nate looks through a telescope. As the car passes an alley, we see Craig lying on top of the roof of the car pointing ahead. Nate is still hanging out the window.]
If I just stick my foot out like that,
[The band inside the whale play cardboard versions of their instruments. Rocking out. Single shots of Craig, Matt, then Sam, still playing their instruments and rocking out.]
The whole ship's gonna tuuuuuuuurn.
[Single shot of Craig. Then Matt, on his knees, playing guitar. Then Nate playing the cardboard drums. Then all of them playing together again.]
I don't knooooooooooow
[The car moves down an alleyway, the guys still hanging out the windows and Captain Craig driving. Matt and Sam are rowing.]
What I am, what I am,
[Captain Craig, leaning out the window, wets his finger and holds it up to check the wind. He's checking the compass tattoo on his arm as well.]
But I'm not a category.
[The car continues on its search. Sam is on the hood now, also with a telescope. Nate is leaning out the window looking through his telescope. Sam points up. Matt points up. Inside the whale, a single shot of Craig playing his cardboard guitar and singing.]
So please stop your askin'.
[In the sky, a whale floats by, its tail moving up and down. Inside the whale, Sam plays his cardboard guitar.]
So please stop your askin'.
[The whale flies through the sky as the S. S. Trim Tab follows below, the guys still rowing.]
Don't fight the forces, use them.
[Inside the whale, Nate drums on his cardboard drums.]
Inspectors of inspectors won't guide you to it.
[Captain Craig looks out the window. Inside the whale, Matt plays cardboard guitar.]
Don't fight the forces, use them.
[Shot from beneath as the whale passes in the sky overhead.]
Inspectors of inspectors won't guide you to it.
[The S.S. Trim Tab turns and continues following the whale.]
Don't fight the forces, use them.
[Craig puts his guitar up through the whale's blowhole. Then Matt.]
Inspectors of Inspectors won't guide you to it.
[Sam puts his bass up through the whale's blowhole. Nate looks at the blowhole. Then the drum he's holding.]
Don't fight the forces, use them.
[Craig pushes the guitar up through the blowhole. Then Matt. Then Sam does the same with his bass.]
Inspectors of inspectors won't guide you to it.
[Nate throws the drum upward. It gets sucked right up to the blowhole. The instruments sail out of the whale's blowhole as it continues its journey through the sky.]
Don't fight the forces, use them.
[As the S.S. Trim Tab moves forward, and Sam and Matt row out the windows. Nate grabs a guitar from outside the car.]
Inspectors of inspectors won't guide you to it.
[Nate bring the guitar inside the car. Captain Craig grabs a guitar and brings it into the car, like reeling in a fish.]
Don't fight the forces, use them.
[Nate, holding his breath, pulls the bass into the car, also like reeling in a big catch.]
Inspectors of inspectors won't guide you to it.
[Sitting on the trunk, wearing a yellow raincoat and a life vest, Nate pulls on ropes and pulls the drum (a real one not a cardboard one) onto his lap.]
Dare to beeeeeee
[Inside the whale, with no instruments, the guys mime they're playing while they dance around. They sing and rock out.]
If I stick my foot out like that, the whole ship's gonna turn,
[The S.S. Trim Tab moves forward, Matt and Sam rowing now with their instruments. The whale continues passing through the sky, over a moving train.]
Naiiiiiiiiiiiiive.
[Inside the whale, standing in a line, they all sing and rock out.]
If I stick my foot out like that, the whole ship's gonna turn,
[Nate, still wearing his yellow raincoat, runs, holding drum sticks and his stool, runs to a place near the water and puts the stool down. Matt, the sailor, plays guitar, the water behind him.]
I don't knooooooooooow
[Extreme closeup of Captain Craig singing into the mic. Shot of Sam singing on the beach while playing.]
If I stick my foot out like that, the whole ship's gonna turn,
[Inside the whale, still standing together, the guys sing and rock out.]
What I am, what I am,
[On the beach, shot of Matt playing guitar]
But I'm not a category.
If I stick my foot out like that, the whole ship's gonna turn.
[Shot of the four of them on the beach, playing and singing. Closeup of Sam's bass. Closeup of Matt singing. Closeup of drums. Shot of Craig. Closeup of Craig's guitar. A large shadow is cast and sand flies up as the whale passes overhead. The whale starts heading downwards. Inside the whale, the guys are thrown from one side to the other. The whale heads downwards. Inside the whale, Nate falls. Sam falls. Craig falls. Matt tries to grab to sides of the whale stomach. The four sailors on the beach watch as the whale plunges into the water. They all throw their fists in the air and jump up and down. Captain Craig and Matt high five. Song ends. Shot of the Nate, Matt, Sam, and Craig in the water, swimming and crawling for shore. As they crawl for the sand, we see their cardboard instruments on an empty beach. Closeup of the drums and guitar. The four of them sit soaking wet on the beach, facing the water.]

Recurring elements

Driftless Pony Club (DPC), song

Related videos

INSPECTORS OF INSPECTORS behind the scenes

External links

INSPECTORS OF INSPECTORS by Driftless Pony Club on YouTube