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  • Matt 5:12 pm on May 26, 2010 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , carousel of progress, , , , mel blanc, , , , ride, , , , uncle orville, , , ,   

    Disney’s Awesome Things #14: Good Ol’ Uncle Orville 

    #14The Carousel of Progress is always a must-do for me. Sure it gets kind of lame after a while, but it’s so memorable and the fact that Walt himself created it makes it even more awesome.

    One of my favorite characters in the rotating theatre show is good ol’ Uncle Orville – known for his famous (and only) line in each scene, “No privacy at all around this place!” While he’s only physically seen in one scene (in the picture above), he is heard in every scene if I’m not mistaken.

    “Uncle Orville’s taken over the coolest spot in the house. And he’s rigged up a real clever contraction. He calls it “air cooling.” To bad he’s not reading the help wanted ads.”

    And for a fun fact you might not have known – Uncle Orville is voiced by Mel Blanc. Blanc’s son is also in the attraction as the radio announcer.

    Photo by Joe Penniston

    • disneykid08 5:24 pm on May 26, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      one time, a friend of mine literally rode it twice in a row without getting off. it was raining out really badly during the summer (surprise there) and we decided it would be best for our health to stay in the ride to wait out the storm.

      • Matt 5:26 pm on May 26, 2010 Permalink | Reply

        Haha that’s awesome Julian! Well one time my family and I were stuck in the intro scene for three go arounds because the theatre did not move. Finally during the fourth time they evacuated us all. It was torture! 😉

    • myname@example.com 3:25 am on June 7, 2013 Permalink | Reply

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  • Matt 5:40 pm on April 19, 2010 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , burnout, , disney stress, , , , , relaxing tips, ride, stress, , , , vacation stress, , , ,   

    4 Brilliantly Fun Ways to Avoid Burnouts 

    Too much of anything in a short time can be bad.

    Even Disney. Here’s a quick guide with four ways to avoid in-park burnouts to keep cool + refreshed.

    1) Take the Monorail, go somewhere: Sometimes when you are worn out, a good approach is to take the monorail and go. Doesn’t matter where – just go. To a deluxe resort, or even only in circles. It will relax you and have you wanting to come back to the parks for more.

    2) Classic midday nap: Drive back to the hotel and watch some Resort TV, take a nap, or dive into the pool – any of these options back at your hotel will refresh you and get you back in the Disney vacation mode.

    3) Find a bench & people watch: If you’re feeling tired and worn out, Disney has this clever invention called a bench. You should try it. Just find one with a good view of a ride entrance, sit, and watch. It’s very relaxing and fun to watch other people have a good time as well.

    4) Ride a long, slow ride: Ellen’s Energy Adventure. Spaceship Earth. People Mover. Anything that’s a long ride and will let you sit, relax, and take in air conditioning will be helpful in eliminating any stress you could get.

    The point of this? Trips to the most magical place on earth can sometimes be anything but magical. So these tips should remove the stress of vacation and bring you the zen of relaxation. Any tips you can add?

  • Matt 10:34 am on April 1, 2010 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , coaster, , , , , , , , , ride, , , , , , , valley, , , ,   

    Rock ‘n’ Rollercoaster Valleyed This Morning, in an Effort to “Keep up with Competition” 

    Disney Parks and Resorts Chairman Tom Staggs purposefully allowed the popular Rock ‘n’ Rollercoaster attraction in Disney’s Hollywood Studios to valley this morning.

    In case you didn’t hear the news, Universal Orlando’s Rip, Ride, Rockit coaster valleyed yesterday and was forced to be shut down temporarily.

    “In an effort to keep up with our toughest competition“, the chairman announced, “we had no other choice than to force Rock ‘n’ Rollercoaster to valley as well.”

    (When a coaster valleys, it can’t make it up a hill and rolls backwards back down).

    Read more about this decision right here.

    Photo by Scott9432
    • dizneluver 4:47 pm on April 1, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      HAHA! 8(:-P

    • ekenekensson@gmail.com 4:30 am on June 9, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      Disney Classic Animated Feature ARISTOCATS script (version 1.0) Disclaimer: This script is taken from numerous viewings of the feature and is not an official script by all means. Portions of this script are copyrighted by Walt Disney Company and are used without permission. THE CAST (in order of appearance) Opening Song Vocals Maurice Chevalier Madame Adelaide Bonfamille Hermione Baddelay Edgar Roddy Maude-Roxby Duchess Eva Gabor Berlioz Dean Clark Frou-frou Nancy Kulp Georges Hautecourt Charles Lane Marie Liz English Toulouse Gary Dubin Roquefort Sterling Holloway Napoleon Pat Buttram Lafayette George Lindsey Driver (milkman) Pete Renoudet Amelia Gabble Carole Shelley Abigail Gabble Monica Evans Chef (le Petit Cafe): Uncle Waldo: Bill Thompson Scat Cat: Scatman Crothers Italian Cat: Vito Scotti English Cat: Lord Tim Hudson Russian Cat: Thurl Ravenscroft Chinese Cat: Paul Winchell Driver (postman): Mac (postman): OPENING CREDITS Walt Disney Productions presents the Aristocrats “The Aristocats” sung by Maurice Chevalier [Marie, Berlioz, and Toulouse in pencil animation run throught the screen, Toulouse stops, takes away the letter R from the title and pushes the right part of it back. the title now reads] the AristoCats Color by Technicolor Story: Larry Clemmons Vance Gerry Ken Anderson Frank Thomas Eric Cleworth Julius Svendsen Ralph Wright Based on a story by Tom McGowan and Tom Rowe Directing Animators: Milt Kahl Ollie Johnston Frank Thomas John Lounsbery Production Design Ken Anderson Voice Talents: Phil Harris O’Malley Eva Gabor Duchess Sterling Holloway Roquefort Scatman Crothers Scat Cat Paul Winchell Chinese Cat Lord Tim Hudson English Cat Vito Scotti Italian Cat Thurl Ravenscroft Russian Cat Dean Clark Berlioz Liz English Marie Gary Dubin Toulouse Nancy Kulp Frou-Frou Pat Buttram Napoleon George Lindsey Lafayette Monica Evans Abigail Carole Shelley Amelia Charles Lane Georges Hermione Baddeley Madame Roddy Maude-Roxby Butler Bill Thompson Uncle Waldo Character Animation: Hal King Eric Larson Eric Cleworth Julius Svendsen Fred Hellmich Walt Stanchfield Dave Michener Effects Animation Dan MacManus Dick Lucas Songs: “The Aristocats” Richard M. Robert B. “Scales and Arpeggios” and “She Never Felt Alone” Sherman Sherman “Thomas O’Malley Cat” Terry Gilkyson sung by Phil Harris “Ev’rybody Wants To Be A Cat” Floyd Huddleston and Al Rinker Music George Burns Orchestration Walter Sheets Production Manager Don Duckwall Sound Robert O. Cook Film Editor Tom Acasta Assistant Directors Ed Hansen Dan Alguire Music Editor Evelyn Kennedy (c) Copyright MCMLXX – Walt Disney Productions – All Rights Reserved Layout Don Griffith Basil Davidovich Sylvia Boemer Background Al Dempster Bill Layne Ralph Hulett Produced by Wolfgang Reitherman Winston Hibler Directed by Wolfgang Reitherman Paris 1910 THE SCRIPT [During the Opening Credits and for a little while through the beginning of the movie a song is sung by Maurice Chevalier] Which pets’ address is the finest in Paris? Which pets posess the longest pedigree? Which pets get to sleep on velvet mats? Naturellement, the Aristocats! Which pets are blessed with the fairest forms and faces? Which pets know best all the gentle social graces? Which pets live on creme and loving pats? Naturellement, the Aristocats! They show aristocatic bearing when they’re seen upon an airing And aristocatic flair in what they do and what they say Aristocats are nevver found in alleyways or hanging around The garbage cans where common kitties play Oh, no! Which pets are known to never show their claws? Which pets are prone to harly any flaws? To which pets do the others tip their hats? Naturellement, the Aristocats! Aristocats, ils sont toujours, meme quand ils font un petit tour Toujours precieux la ou ils vont ils sont fiers d’leur education Dedaignant les ruelles, ils preferent les bars aux poubelles Dont se contentent, trop vulgaires les chats d’gouttiere Ah, poisse! Quels “Miaou” reprouvent les gros mots? Quels chats chouchous s’estiment sans defauts? Et d’vant qui les aut’chats tirent leur chapeau ? Mais naturellement… Mais naturellement, voyons, Mais naturellement, Les Aristocats ! [By the time the song ends, we see Madame Adelaide Bomfamille riding in a coach with Duchess and the kittens. The music from the song continues untill the coach comes to stop and Madame leaves it] Madame: Marie, my little one, you are going to be as beautiful as your mother. Isn’t she, Duchess? Duchess meows [Toulouse climbs on Edgar’s hat, stepping all over his face] Madame: Careful, Toulouse! You’re making it very difficult for Edgar. [Edgar takes the kitten down and slows down the coach] Edgar: Whoa, Frou-frou, whoa. Steady, girl. Madame (getting out of the coach): Thank you, Edgar. [Frou-frou neighs] Oh. Of course, Frou-frou, I almost forgot [she gives Frou-frou something which she starts chewing on] Edgar: Madame, uh– may I take your parcel, Madame? It really is much too heavy for you, Madame. Madame: Now, tut-tut, Edgar. Don’t fuss over me. [Kittens meanwhile play around Frou-frou’s legs.] Duchess: Berlioz, come back here. Haven’t you forgotten something, darling? Berlioz: Thank you, miss Frou-frou, for letting me ride on your back. Frou-frou chuckles: You are quite welcome, young man. Berlioz: How was that, Mama? Duchess: Very good, darling, that was very nice. Madame from the front door: Come along, Duchess, kittens, come along Oh, and Edgar, I’m expecting my attorney, Georges Hautecourt. You remember him, of course. [She leaves and Edgar says for himself:] Edgar: Of course, Madame. How could anyone forget him? {cut to street, an old half-broken car with sputtering and backfiring engine comes closer and stops at Madame’s door} Georges (singing) Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay (he gets out of the car): Oh. Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay Ta-ra-ra-boom-de– (he almost falls down): Oops! Not as spry as I was when I was 80, eh? Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay (he enters the house): Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay! Edgar: Ah, good day, sir. Madame is expecting you, sir. [Edgar takes the scarf from his neck] Georges: Evening, evening, Edgar. Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay (he throws his hat on Edgar’s head) Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay Edgar: Oh, another ringer, sir. You never miss. Georges (walking upstairs): Come on, Edgar. Last one up the stairs is a nincompoop. Edgar: Could we take the elevator this time, sir? Georges: That bird cage? poppycock! Elevators are for old people. Oops! [he almost falls, but Edgar catches him] Edgar: Oh, uh– may I give you a hand, sir? Georges: You haven’t got an extra foot, have you, Edgar? [He starts laughing] Edgar: That always makes me laugh, sir. Yes. Every time. [Now they both almost fall] Whoa! Oh! Let go of my cane! Careful, sir. Oh please! I’m frighfully sorry, sir! Georges: Don’t panic Edgar. Upward and onward! Whee! Edgar: Oof! Georges: Am I going too fast for you, Edgar? Edgar: Oh please, sir, hold on! {dissolve to Madame before a large mirror} Madame: There now, Duchess. That’s better. We must both look our best for Georges. He’s our oldest and dearest friend, you know. [She pets Duchess, who meows once, then knock on the door interrupts] Madame: Come in. [Edgar steps in, panting, with his pants falling down] Edgar: Announcing… Monsieur.. Georges… Hautecourt! [Georges walks in and the kittens start playing with him] Madame: Oh, my goodness, Edgar. I know it’s Georges. Georges: Adelaide, my, my dear. Madame: So good to see you, Georges. [She stretches her hand for Georges to kiss it, but he mistakingly kisses Duchess’ tail] Georges: Ah, still the softest hands in all of Paris, eh? [Duchess smiles, covering her mouth with paw] Madame: You’re a shameless flatterer, Georges [Berlioz is spinning the hand of an old patephone and Habanera from Carmen starts playing] Georges: Adelaide, that, that music, it’s from Carmen, isn’t it? Madame: That’s right. It was my favorite role. Georges: Yes, yes! It was the night of your grand premiere that we first met, remember? Madame: Oh, indeed I do. Laywer: And how we celebrated your success! Champagne, dancing the night away. [he starts to dance, humming the tune from Carmen, then he takes Madame to join the dance] Madame: Oh, Georges! [Madame and Georges dance for a while, Madame is also holding Duchess, Marie and Toulouse are playing around their legs, Berlioz is spinning on the vinyl disk jumping over the needle at each turn, untill he fails. He yelps, needle scratches the disk and stops] Madame: Oh, thank goodness, just in time. [She sits on a sofa, tired] Ah, Georges, we’re just a pair of sentimental old fools [In the background, Marie jumps on the sofa before Toulouse does and glances at him like she won, Georges keeps dancing in the room] Now, Georges, do be serious. I’ve asked you to come here on a very important legal matter. Georges:Wha–? Oh! Splendid! Splendid! [He sits behind a table] Who do you want me to sue, eh? Madame: Oh, come now, Georges, I don’t wish you to sue anyone. I simply want to make my will. [Georges puts on very strong glasses and makes serious face] Georges:Will, eh? Will. Well. Now, then, who are the beneficiaries? Madame: Well, as you know, I have no living relatives, [We see that, through a long hose in the wall, Edgar is listening from his room] And naturally, I want my beloved cats to be always cared for. And certainly no one can do this better than my faithful servant, Edgar. Georges: Edgar? Adelaide, you mean to say you’re leaving your vast fortune to Edgar? Everything you posess? Stock and bonds? This– This mansion? Your country chateau? Art treasures, jewels and– [Edgar is smiling, dancing and sending kisses to the listening tube] Madame: No, no, no, Georges, to my cats. Georges:To your cats? Edgar gasps: Cats? Madame: Yes, Georges. I simply wish to have the cats inherit first. Then, at the end of their life span, my entire estate will revert to Edgar. Edgar: Cats inherit first! And I come after the cats. I, me, after– no. It’s not fair! Ooh! I mean, each cat will live about 12 years. I can’t wait. And each cat has nine lives, that’s four times twelve multiplied by nine times. No it’s less than that. Anyway, it’s much longer that I’d ever live. I’ll be gone. No. Oh, no. They’ll be gone. I’ll think of a way. Why, there are a million of reasons why I should! All of them dollars. Millions. Those cats have got to go. [he tears his pants, taking them on] {dissolve to the kittens, running from outside towards the door} Berlioz: Wait for me, wait for me! Marie: Me first! Me first! [All three get stuck in the small door for the cats cut in below of the front door of the house] Toulouse: Why should you be first? Marie: Because I am a lady, that’s why. [she jumps on the floor] Toulouse: Huh. You are not a lady. [Berlioz catches Marie by the tail] Berlioz: You’re nothing but a sister! Marie: Oh! I’ll show you if I’m a lady or not. [Berlioz runs after Marie, Toulouse hides under a chair] [Berlioz gets Marie and starts tickling her] Marie: Stop tickling! Toulouse: Get her, Berlioz! Het her! [Now Marie chases Berlioz, Toulouse climbs on the table] [Marie pulls Berlioz by the ribbon he has around the neck] Berlioz: Fight fair, Marie! Toulouse: Females never fight fair. [Toulouse occasionally makes a candle fall off the table, it hits Marie’s head] Marie: Ow! Now that hurt! Mama! Mama! [Duchess enters] Duchess: Marie, darling. Marie, you must stop that. This is really not ladylike. [Marie lets Berlioz go] And Berlioz, well, such behaviour is most unbecoming to a lovely gentleman. Berlioz: Well, she started it. Marie: Ladies do not start fights, but they can finish them. [Berlioz sticks tongue at Marie] Duchess: Berlioz, now, don’t be rude. Berlioz: We were just practicing biting and clawing. Duchess (fixing Marie’s bowtie): Aristocrats do not practice biting and clawing and things like that — it’s just horrible! Toulouse (from the table): But someday, we might meet a tough alley cat. [he jumps on the floor, snarling and hissing, and then licks his lips] Duchess laughs: Now that will do. It’s time we concerned ourselves with self-improvement. Now, you want to grow up to be lovely, charming ladies and gentlemen. Now Toulouse, you go and start on with your painting. Toulouse (standing up): Yes, Mama. [He then walks to his painting place, hissing along the way] Marie: Mama, may we watch Toulouse paint before we start our music lesson? Please? Duchess: Well, yes my love, but you must be very quiet. [Toulouse is mixing the oils, dripping some on the floor so that Berlioz has to jump aside] Toulouse: Oops! Uh-oh.. [Then Toulouse clears throat, mutters something and starts painting] Aha… Yeah! Marie giggles: It’s Edgar! Berlioz: Yeah. Old picklepuss Edgar! Duchess laughs: “Old Picklepuss”? Now, now, Berlioz, that is not kind. You know Edgar is so fond of all of us and takes very good care of us. {dissolve to Edgar holding a jar of “Sleeping Tablets”} Edgar sings: Rock-a-bye, kitties, bye-bye you go La la la la, and I’m in the dough Oh Edgar, you sly old fox. [He prepares some food, after emptying into it all of those tablets, humming rock-a-bye baby along the way. After it’s ready he takes a spoonful and almost tastes it] Oops! Oh, dear! A slip of a hand and it’s off to dreamland. I say, that’s not at all bad. “Slip of the hand, dreamland” {dissolve to Duchess and kittens} Duchess: Now, let’s leave Toulouse to his painting. Now dear, you go to the piano and run along. Both of you, go ahead. Marie: Yes, Mama. Berlioz: Yes, Mama. [Berlioz jumps at Marie while they walk there] Duchess: It’s time to practice your scales and your arpeggios. [Berlioz runs to the keys, but Marie pulls him down by the tail] Berlioz: Ow! [Marie quickly runs up, hitting keys, and takes place on the edge of the piano to sing. Berlioz, seeing that she is ready, sits down and starts demonstratively cracking knuckles on each finger on both forepaws and then hindpaws] Marie: I am ready, maestro. [Berlioz runs the keys so that Marie’s tail which was hanging inside the piano gets hit] Marie: Oh! Mama! He did it again! Berlioz whispers: Tattletale! Duchess: Now, Berlioz. Now, please, darling, settle down, and play me your pretty little song. Berlioz: Yes, Mama. [He starts playing] Marie sings: Doe me so doe doe so me doe Every truly cultured music student knows You must learn your scales and your arpeggios (catching breath) And the music ringing from your chest and not your nose While you sing your scales and your arpeggios Berlioz: If you’re faithful to your daily practicing You will find your progress is encouraging Doe me so me doe me so me fa la so it goes When you sing your scales and your arpeggios Marie: Doe me so doe– [Berlioz plays out of rythm so she has to wait] [Toulouse with his paws in paint, joins Berlioz on the piano] Duchess and Marie: Doe me so doe doe so me doe Doe me so doe doe so me doe Though at first it seems as though it doesn’t show Like a tree, ability will root and grow Duchess, Marie, Toulouse: If you’re smart you’ll learn by heart what every artist knows Duchess, Marie: You must sing your scales Duchess, Marie, Toulouse: And your arpe-e-e-gios! [Berlioz and Toulouse are duelling on piano, making ending for the song, untill they bump into each other and fall on the keys. Edgar enters] Edgar: Ah, good evening, my littles ones. [He walks in, humming ‘rock-a-bye-baby’, carrying dishes with the sleep drug he made] Your favorite dish, prepared a very special way. It’s creme de la creme a la Edgar. Sleep well. I-I mean, eat, eat well, of course. [He departs, cats are eating the Creme in silence, enjoying the meal. Roquefort comes out of his mouse-hole, sniffs, and appears with a cracker] Roquefort: Ahem! Good evening, Duchess. Hello kittens. Marie: Hello, Roquefort. Toulouse: Hi, Roquefort. Duchess: Good eveving, monsieur Roquefort. Roquefort (sniffing): Mmm! Something smells awfully good. What is that appetizing smell? Marie: It’s creme de la creme a la Edgar. Duchess: Won’t you join us, monsieur Roquefort? Roquefort: Well, yes. I-I mean– well, I don’t mean to interrupt, but– but it so happens that… I haevv a cracker with me. Berlioz: Come on, Rodeford, have some Roquefort: Oh, thank you. Don’t mind if I do [He dips his cracker in Berliozes dish] Just a few dunks. [He eats half of the cracker] Mm. Ooh. Very good. My compliments to the chef. Marie: Mm! This is yummy! Roquefort: Mm.. Delicious! [He finishes the cracker] Double delicious! This calls for another cracker. I’ll be right back. [Berlioz yawns, Roquefort goes slower, yawns, and falls asleep] Roquefort: So, that’s… creme… de la creme… a la Edgar. {fade to right outside the house, Edgar comes out with a basket with the cats. He takes his motorcycle and carries them away from Paris} {cut to windmill, backfiring of Edgar’s motorcycle wakes Napoleon} Napoleon: Lafayette. Hey, Lafayette. [Lafayette shows up from hay] Napoleon: Lafayette! Lafayette: Hey, I’m right here! Napoleon: Listen. Wheels approaching. Lafayette: Oh, Napoleon, we done bit six tires today. Chased four motorcars and a bicycle and a scooter. Napoleon: Hush your mouth! [he raises an ear] Two-cylinder, chain drive, one squeaky wheel on the front, it sounds like. [they start walking] Now, you go for the tires, and I’ll go right for the seat of the problem. Lafayette: How come you always grab the tender part for yourself? [Lafayette steps on his own ear and falls down] Napoleon: ‘Cause I outrank you, that’s why. Now stop beating your gums and sound the attack! [Lafayette barks] Napoleon: No, that’s mess call! Lafayette: Made a mess of it, huh? Napoleon: You can be replaced, you know. Lafayette: Okay, let’s charge! [Lafayette lunges forward and falls flat because Napoleon stands on his tail] Napoleon: Wait a minute, I’m the leader! I’m the one that says when we go. Here we go. Charge! [the dogs attack Edgar, he loses the basket with cats, during the chase both dogs get into his motorcycle] Edgar: Nice doggy! Nice doggy! Heel, roll over, play dead! [Now dogs have the motorcycle all for themselves] Lafayette: This sure beats runnin’, Napoleon. [The motorcycle breaks apart, more comic chase scenes untill Edgar gets on the main part of the motorcycle and the dogs have the passenger seat] Lafayette: Step on the gas, Napoleon! Napoleon: I got her wide open! {Edgar escapes, pan to Duchess lying under a bridge} [Thunderclap wakes her up] Duchess: Oh! Oh, where am I? I am not at home at all. Children, where are you? Answer me! Berlioz? Toulouse, Marie, where are you? Marie: Here I am, mama. Duchess: Marie, darling, are you all right? Marie: Uh, I guess I had a nightmare and fell out of bed. Duchess: Now Marie, darling, don’t be frightened. Berlioz (off-screen): Mama! Mama! Marie: That’s Berlioz. Duchess: Over here, darling. Berlioz, here we are. And don’t worry, everything is going to be all right. Berlioz (wet and miserable): I’m coming, mama. Gee, I’m cold and I’m w-wet. [Frog croaks] Berlioz: Mama? [Frog croaks loud] Berlioz (frightened): Mama! [He runs to Duchess] Duchess (laughing) Oh, darling. That’s only a little frog, my love. Berlioz: But he had a mouth like a hippolotamus. [Frog croaks and Berlioz snugs to Duchess. Marie giggles] Berlioz: Oh, what’s so funny? Duchess: Now, now, darlings. Darlings, now you just stay here, and I’ll go and I’ll look for Toulouse. [she walks away from the basket and two kittens] Toulouse! Toulouse, where are you? Marie: Toulouse! Marie and Berlioz: Toulouse! [Toulouse shows up from the basket] Marie: Toulouse! Toulouse: Hey, what’s all the yellin’ about. huh? Berlioz: Why didn’t you answer? Marie: Mama! He’s been here all the time. Duchess: Oh, thank goodness. Oh, are you all right? [Duchess grooms Toulouse] Toulouse: I was having a funny dream. Edgar was in it. And we were all riding and bouncing along– [Frogs croak] Frogs? Uh-oh, it wasn’t a dream. Edgar did this to us. Duchess: Edgar? Tsk! Oh, darling, but that– why, that’s ridiculous. Berlioz: Yeah, maybe you fell on your head, Toulouse. [Another thunder] Marie: Mama, I’m afraid! I wanna go home. Duchess: Now, now, my darling. Don’t be frightened. [Loud thunder makes Duchess scream a little] Oh dear, oh dear! Let’s get into the basket, all of us. Toulouse: What’s gonna happen to us? Duchess: Well, darlings, I– I just don’t know. It does look hopeless, doesn’t it? Berlioz: I wish we were home with Madame right now. Duchess: Oh. Poor Madame. She will be so worried when she finds us gone. {cut to Madame at home, wakened by thunder} Madame: Duchess? Kittens? Oh, my gracious! I had the most horrible dream about them. Thank goodness it was only a dream. Oh dear, what a terrible night. Now, now, my darlings. Don’t be frightened. The storm will soon pass. [She opens a curtain to see the basket gone] Oh! Oh, no! They’re gone! [She runs out the bedroom] Duchess? Kittens! Duchess! Where are you? [Roquefort shows up from his hole] Madame: They’re gone! They’re gone! Roquefort: Duchess, kittens, gone? Why, that’s terrible! But where? Why? Good heavens! Anything could happen to them on a night like this! Get- get washed down a storm drain, struck by lightning. Oh, they’ll need help. I’ve just got to find them. [He runs out of the house] Duchess! Kittens! Duchess! Kittens! Kittens! {Fade to morning, O’Malley walks singing and his song wakes up Duchess} O’Malley: I like a chee-chee-chee-chee-rony Like they make at home Or a healthy fish with a big backbone I’m Abraham de Lacy Giuseppe Casey Thomas O’Malley O’Malley the alley cat! I’ve got that wanderlust Gotta walk the scene Gotta kick up highway dust Feel the grass that’s green Gotta strut them city streets Showin’ off my eclat, yeah! [He sees Duchess looking at him] Tellin’ my friends of the social elite Or some cute cat I happen to meet That I’m Abraham de Lacy Guiseppe Casey Thomas O’Malley, O’Malley the alley cat! Duchess laughs: Why, monsieur, your name seems to cover all of Europe O’Malley: Well of course. I’m the only cat of my kind. I’m king of the highway Prince of the boulevard Duke of the avant-garde They world is my backyard So if you’re goin’ my way [Kittens wake up and peek from the basket] That’s the road you wanna seek Calcutta to Rome or home sweet home In Paris Magnifique, you all Toulouse: Oh boy! An alley cat! Marie (hushing him with a paw): Shh! Listen! O’Malley continues: I only got myself And this big old world But I sip that cup of life With my fingers curled I don’t worry what road to take I don’t have to think of that Whatever I take is the road I make It’s the road of life, make no mistake For me, yeah, Abraham de Lacy, Giuseppe Casey Thomas O’Malley O’Malley the alley cat! That’s right, and I’m very proud of that. Yeah! Duchess laughs and claps: Bravo! Very good. You are a great talent. O’Malley: Oh thank you. And what might your name be? Duchess: My name is Duchess. O’Malley: Duchess. Beautiful. Love it. And those eyes.. ooh. Why your eyes are like sapphires, sparkling so bright, they make the morning radiant.. and light. Marie: How romantic.. Berlioz: Sissy stuff! Duchess: Oh, c’est tres jolie, monsieur. Very poetic. But it is not quite Shakespeare. O’Malley: Of course not. That’s pure O’Malley, baby. Right off the cuff, yeah. I got a million of ’em. Duchess: Oh, no more, please. I am really in a great deal of trouble. O’Malley: Trouble? Helping beautiful dame– uh, damsels in distress is my specialty. Now, what’s the hang-up, your ladyship? Duchess: Well, it is most important that I get back to Paris. So if you would be just so kind and show me the way. O’Malley: Show you the way? Perish the thought! We shall fly to Paris on a magic carpet, side by side, [Marie runs out of the basket] with the stars as our guide, just we two. Marie: Ooh, that would be wonderful! O’Malley: Three? [The other kittens run up] Four. Five! Duchess: Oh yes, monsieur O’Malley. These are my children. O’Malley: Oh, how sweet. Berlioz: Do you really have a magic carpet? Marie: And are we really gonna ride on it? Duchess: Now, now, Marie. Marie: Mama, do I have sparkling sapphire eyes that dazzle too? O’Malley: Hoo-ooh, did I say that? Duchess: Yes. Right off your cuff. Berlioz: And you said we’re gonna ride on your magic carpet. O’Malley: Well, now, uh– what I meant, you see, I– Duchess: No poetry to cover this situation, monsieur O’Malley? O’Malley: What I had in mind was a kind of a sports model, baby. You know, one of those– Duchess: Perhaps a magic carpet built for two? Marie: I wouldn’t take up much room. Duchess sighes: I understand perfectly, monsieur O’Malley. Well, come along, darlings. Marie sighes. Toulouse hisses: I’m a tough alley cat too. O’Malley: Hey there! You’re comin’ on. I’ll bet you’re a real tiger in your neighborhood! Toulouse: Yeah, that’s ’cause I practice all the time. Duchess: Now, now, Toulouse, come along, dear. Toulouse: Yes mama. O’Malley: See ya around, tiger! [Toulouse leaves, hissing every few steps] O’Malley to himself: Now that’s quite a family. And come to think of it, O’Malley, you’re not a cat, you’re a rat. Right? Right. [He runs after Duchess and kittens] Hey! Hey, hold up there. Duchess: Yes, monsieur O’Malley? O’Malley: Now look, kids. If I said magic carpet, magic carpet it’s gonna be. And it’s gonna stop for passengers right… here. [He draws a cross with a claw] Berlioz: Oh boy! We’re gonna fly after all! Duchess: Another flight into the fantasy, monsieur O’Malley? O’Malley: No, no, no, baby. Now you just hide over there and you leave the rest to J. Thomas O’Malley. [He jumps up a tree] Toulouse: Quick, mom, get in here. Duchess: But, children Toulouse: Hurry up, mama Berlioz: Hurry [A car approaches] O’Malley: One magic carpet coming up. Duchess: That’s a magic carpet? [O’Malley jumps at the windshielf and screeches] Driver: Sacre bleu! [The car stops] Sapristi! Stupid cat! Brainless lunatic! [He starts the car] O’Malley: All right, step lively! All aboard for Paris! [Kittens jump up] Duchess: Why, Mister O’Malley, you could have lost your life! O’Malley: So I got a few to spare. Nothin’. Duchess: How can we ever thank you? O’Malley: My pleasure entirely. [Truck starts moving, O’Malley stays] Aloha. Auf weidersehen. Bon soir. Saranora. And all those goodbye things, baby. Marie waves: Sayonara, mister– [she falls down] Mama! Duchess: Marie! Marie! [O’Malley picks her up and gets back into the truck] Duchess: Oh Marie, are you all right? Marie: Yes, mama. O’Malley (getting inside) Haven’t we met before? Duchess: Oh, and I’m so very glad we did. Marie: Thank you, mister O’Malley for saving my life. O’Malley: No trouble at all, little princess. And when we get to Paris, I’ll show you the time of your life. Duchess: Oh, I’m so sorry, but, well, we just couldn’t. You see, my mistress will be so worried about us. O’Malley: Well, humans don’t really worry too much about their pets. Duchess: Oh no! You just don’t understand. She loves us very much. Poor madame. {fade to Madame} In that big mansion, all alone. In all our days, in tender ways, her love for us was shown. And so, you see, we can’t leave her alone. She’d always say that we’re the greatest treasure she could own. Because with us she never felt alone. {cut to stables} Frou-frou: Oh, Roquefort, I’ve never been so worried about you. Did you have any luck at all? Roquefort: Not a sign of them, Frou-frou, and I’ve searched all night. Frou-frou: I know. And poor Madame didn’t sleep a wink either. Roquefort: Oh, it’s a sad day for all of us. [Edgar walks in humming happily] Edgar: Morning, Frou-frou, my pretty steed. Can you keep a secret? Hmm? [He waves a newspaper] Of course you can. I’ve some news straight from the horses’s mouth, if you’ll pardon the expression, of course. Look, Frou-frou, I’ve made the headlines. Mysterious catnapper abducts family of cats. Aren’t you proud of me? Roquefort: So, he’s the catnapper! Edgar: The police said it was a professional, masterful job. The work of a genius. No bad, eh, Frou-frou, old girl? [He slaps Frou-frou on the rump with the newspaper and she whinnies loud] Edgar: Oh, they won’t find a clue to implicate me. Not one single clue. Why, I’ll, I’ll eat my hat if they– My hat! My umbrella! Oh! Oh, gracious! I’ve fot to fet those things back tonight! Roquefort (climbing out of oats): Why that [spits] sneaky, crooked [spits], no good [spits] butler! {fade to the truck with the cats} O’Malley: Anyone for breakfast? Toulouse: What breakfast? Marie: Where is it? O’Malley: Right under that magic carpet. But now we have to cook up a little spell. You know. Ready? [The kittens nod] O’Malley: All right. First, to make the magic begin, you wiggle your nose and tickle your chin. Now you close your eyes and cross your heart And presto, breakfast a la carte. [O’Malley takes the rug off a can with creme] Marie: Hooray! Toulouse: We did it! Berlioz: Look, mama, look! [They all eat creme] Duchess: Why, mister O’Malley, you are amazing! O’Malley: True. True. [The driver sees him in the rearview mirror] Driver (stopping the truck) Sapristi! [O’Malley jumps on his head and screeches] Sacre bleu! Thieves! Robbers! Mangy tramps! [Cats run, driver throws things at them] Take that! And that! Duchess: Oh! Oh, what a horrible, horrible human. O’Malley: Well, some humans are like that, Duchess. I’ve learned to live with ’em. Toulouse: I’mm show him. [he snarls, hisses, and spits] O’Malley: Hey, cool it, you little tiger. That guy’s dynamite. Toulouse: But he called us tramps! Duchess: Oh, I’ll be so glad when we get back home. O’Malley: That’s a long way off, so we better get moving. [Kittens jump on rails] Toulouse: Gee whiz! Look at that bridge! Come on, let’s play train! Duchess: Now be careful, children. Toulouse: Marie’s the caboose. [she gives him a look] All aboard! [The kittens walk on a rail] Choo-choo-choo-choo-choo-choo-choo-choo-choo-choo. Whoo-whoo! Choo-choo-choo-choo-choo-choo-choo-choo. Whoo-whoo! Toulouse: Clickety-clickety-clickety-clickety. Whoo-whoo! [Real train whistle blows] Duchess: Oh no! O’Malley: All right, now don’t panic. Down underneath here. [The hide under the rains hugging each other. When the rain passes, Marie is down in the river] Marie: Mama! Duchess: Marie! Oh, Marie! O’Malley jumps: Keep your head up, Marie! Here I come! [Duchess runs up a branch hanging over water] Duchess: Thomas! Thomas, up here! [He throws Marie to Duchess and continues down the river] Toulouse: Gee, Marie, why’d you have to fall off the bridge? [Marie pokes tongue at him and then the kittens follow Duchess] Duchess: Thomas? Oh, Thomas! Take care! Thomas: I’m all right, honey, don’t worry. I’ll see you downstream. {cut to the geese walking} Amelia: What beautiful countryside, Abigail. So much like our own dear England. Abigail: Oh, indeed, yes. Amelia, if I walk much farther I’ll get flat feet. Amelia: Abigail, we were born with flat feet. [They both laugh] Abigail: I say, look over there. [The see O’Malley who leaves his log and bites a twig] Amelia: Oh. Oh, how unusual. Abigail: Fancy that, a cat learning how to swim. [O’Malley, holding a twig, paddles closer to the shore] Amelia: And he’s going about it all the wrong way. Abigail: Quite. We must correct him. [They swim towards him] Amelia: Sir. Sir? You are most fortunate we happened along. Abigail: Yes. We’re here to help you. O’Malley (through clenched teeth) Oh no, back off girls, I’m doin’ fine. Abigail: First, you must gain self-confidence by striking out on your own. O’Malley: Go away! I’m trying’ to get to shore. Amelia: You will never learn to swim properly with that willow branch in your mouth. [O’Malley gets his hind legs on some rock] Abigail: Indeed not. Amelia: Snip, snip. Here we go. O’Malley opens the mouth: Don’t do that! [He splashes wildly] Abigail: You’re doing splendidly. Amelia: And don’t worry about form. It will come later. Abigail: He takes to water like a fish, doesn’t he? A very enthusiastic– [O’Malley tugs on their tailfeathers, they shiek] Amelia: No! Now, this is no time for fun and games. [They laugh, watching bubbles coming from where O’Malley was.. Laughing fades] Abigail: Gracious me. You don’t suppose– Amelia: Oh yes. Yes, I do. Bottoms up! [They turn over and look underwater, then turn back] Both: Deeper! [Kittens and Duchess run to the shore] Toulouse: Look mama, there he is! Abigail: You really did quite well for a beginner. Duchess: Oh Thomas! Thank goodness you’re safe! Abigail: Keep practicing. Amelia: And toodly-pip! Toulouse: Can I help you, mister O’Malley, huh? O’Malley gasps: Help? I’ve had all the help I can take. Duchess: Oh mademoiselles, thank you so much for helping mister O’Malley. Amelia: Of course, my dear. But first, introductions. Abigail: Yes. We british like to keep things proper. [They laugh] Amelia: Now, I am Amelia Gabble, and this is my sister– Abigail: Miss Abigail Gabble. Amelia: We’re twin sisters. Abigail: You might say we’re related. [They laugh] Amelia: Oh, how silly! Duchess: Oh, how nice. I never would have guessed. Berlioz: Look! They got rubber feet. Toulouse: Yeah. Abigail: We’re on holiday. Amelia: For a walking tour on France. Abigail: Swimming, some of the way. Amelia: On water, of course. [They laugh] Duchess to wet O’Malley: Thomas, this is Amelia and Abigail Gabble. O’Malley: Yeah honey. Get those two web-footed lifeguards outta here! Duchess: Now, now, Thomas. O’Malley: Okay, okay baby. Hiya, chicks. [Geese laugh] Abigail: We’re not chickens. We’re geese. O’Malley: No. I thought you were swans. [Duchess gives him a look] Amelia: Oh, flatterer Abigail: Your husband is very charming and very handsome. O’Malley rolling on his back: Well, uh, you see.. I, I’m not exactly her husband. Amelia: Exactly? You either are or you’re not. O’Malley licks his paw: All right. I’m not. Geese: Oh? Hmm? Amelia: It’s scandalous. Abigail: He’s nothing but a cad. Amelia: Absolutely, possibly a reprobate. Abigail: A roue. His eyes are too close together. Amelia: Shifty too. Abigail: And look at that crooked smile. Amelia: His chin is very weak too. Abigail: Obviously a philanderer who trifles with unsuspecting women’s hearts. Marie: How romantic. Duchess: Please, please, let me explain. Thomas is a dear frend of ours. He’s just helping us to get to– O’Malley: Come on, Duchess, come on. Let’s get out of here. Well, girls, see ya around. We’re on out way to Paris. Abigail: Oh, how nice! We’re going to Paris ourselves. Amelia: Why don’t you join us? Duchess: I think that’s a splendid idea. O’Malley: Oh, no. Amelia: Now, ah, you stand here, dear. And uh, let’s see, you take this position. Abigail: Duchess, you’ll do nicely here. Amelia: Yes, very good. Abigail: And you dear, you take this place. Now that leaves mister O’Malley. Amelia: Oh, we can’t leave him, can we? Abigail: Mister O’Malley, I think you should be the rear end. Ready everyone? Now think goose! Forward, march! Berlioz: Mama. Do we have to waddle like they do? Duchess: Yes, dear. Think goose. Amelia: When we get to Paris, you must meet uncle Waldo. O’Malley: Waldo? Amelia: Yes, he’s our uncle. Now that leaves mister O’Malley. Amelia: Oh, we can’t leave him, can we? Abigail: Mister O’Malley, I think you should be the rear end. Ready everyone? Now think goose! Forward, march! Berlioz: Mama. Do we have to waddle like they do? Duchess: Yes, dear. Think goose Abigail: When we get to Paris, you must meet uncle Waldo. O’Malley: Waldo? Amelia: Yes, he’s our ucnle. We are to meet uncle Waldo at le Petit Cafe. Duchess: Le Petit Cafe? Oh, that’s that famous restaurant. Ah, c’est magnifique. {fade to Le Petit Cage} Chef: Sacre blue! Ow! Oh! He bit my finger! Get out! Go! Go! Get out! Scram! [Waldo runs outside] Chef: Good riddance! [Waldo without tailfeathers puts his hat on, sighes and hiccups] Abigail: Why, why, it’s uncle Waldo! Waldo: Ahh! Abigail! Amelia! My two favorite nooses! Amelia: Uncle Waldo. I do believe you’ve been drinking. Abigail: Oh dear! What happened to your lovely tail feathers? Waldo: Girls, it’s outrageous! Why, you won’t believe what they tried to do to your poor old uncle Waldo [hic] Look. Look at his! Prime country goose a la provencal stuffed with chestnuts and basted in white whine [hic] O’Malley: Basted? He’s been marinated in it. Waldo: Dreadful! Being british, I would have preferred sherry. [Three geese laugh] Waldo: Sherry! Sherry. Amelia: Oh! oh, oh, oh uncle Waldo, you’re just too much. Abigail: You mean he’s had too much. Amelia: Abigail, Abigail! Abigail: Yes, yes? Amelia: We best get uncle Waldo to bed. Waldo: Why, I say there, now, what’s all the whis-whispering about, huh? Amelia and Abigail: Shh, shh! Waldo: Now, now, now, now, girls, girls! Don’t shush your old uncle Waldo! Why you’ll, you’ll wake up the whole neighborhood! Abigail: Shh! No! Waldo: Whoopee! Neighborhood! Abigail: Come to sleep, uncle Waldo Amelia: Oh, yes, I think we’d better be going. Waldo: Oh, righto, girls. Birds of a feather must [hic] together. Abigail: That’s stick together. [They waddle off, Waldo singing and the other geese shushing him] O’Malley: You know something? I like uncle Waldo. Duchess laughs: Especially when he’s marinated! {fade to stables} Roquefort: Frou-frou, here comes Edgar! Frou-frou: Hurry, Roquefort, hop aboard the motorcycle and for gooness sakes, do be careful! [Edgar appears with a fishing pole and in squeaky shoes] Edgar: Frou-frou, tonight operation catnapper will be completed. Wish me luck. Fisherman’s luck. Roquefort: Bye, Frou-frou! Whoop! [Roquefort soon falls off the motorcycle] {fade to windmill and the dogs} [Edgar’s squeaky shoes wake up Napoleon] Napoleon: Lafayette! Lafayette! Listen. Lafayette: Oh, shucks, Napoleon. That ain’t nothing byt a little old cricket bug. Napoleon: It’s squeaky shoes approachin’. Lafayette: Oh, cricket bugs don’t wear shoes. Napoleon: Hush your mouth. Let’s see. They’re oxford shoes. Size nine-and-a-half. Hole in the left sole, it sounds like. Lafayette: What color are they? Napoleon: They are black – how would I know that? [Edgar takes off the shoes] Napoleon: Hey, now the squeakin’ has stopped. Lafayette: I still say it was a little old cricket bug. Napoleon: I’m the leader. I’ll decide what it was. It was a little old cricket bug. Lafayette: I’ll see ya in the morning, Napoleon. [Edgar tries to pick his hat from Napoleon, but it falls on Lafayette] Napoleon: That’s my hat, I’m the leader! Lafayette: Well, shoot fire. Don’t get sore at me! I ain’t done nothin’. [Napoleon sleeps with his paws over his hat. Edgar scritches his side] Napoleon: Ooh, whoo, heh. Mmm. ohh. mm. ooh, oh, heh. oooh! Mm-mm.. that feels good, Lafayette. Lafayette (asleep) that’s all right. Napoleon: Mm-mm. ooh.. ooh! A little lower and faster there. Lafayette (asleep) I’m scratchin’ as fast as I can. Napoleon: Right there. That’s good. Oh. ooh, ooh! [Edgar picks the hat by teeth and hids in the hay] Napoleon sinks back: Ooh. [Edgar lifts the cat basket where Lafayette slept in and lets him slide to Napoleon] Lafayette: Mmm. It’s warm and, mm-mm, cosy. [Edgar pulls on his umbrella and it makes the horn blow. Edgar falls on them] Napoleon: Hey! Lafayette: Ahh! Napoleon: Wha-wha-what’s goin’ on? Lafayette, what in tarnation you trying to do? Lafayette: Oh, I get blamed for everything. Napoleon: Wait a minute! Where’s my hat? Where– and somebody stole my bumbershoot! Lafayette: Well, where’s my beddie-bye basket? Napoleon: And whoever it is, is gonna get it and get it good. Lafayette chuckles: This time I get the tender part. Napoleon: Hush your mouth, now come on. [Lafayette steps into Edgar’s shoes and walks] Lafayette: Hey, Napoleon! Ooh, it’s them shoes again. Napoleon: Yeah, yeah, I hear ’em. Lafayette: Napoleon, I’m plumb goose-pimply scared! Napoleon: Now this is no time to turn chicken. I got a feelin’ this case is gonna bust wide open. [Lafayette hits Napoleon, they run and hit each other] Lafayette: D-d-d-did you see him? Napoleon: No, no, he sneaked up behind me and tailgated me. Lafayette: Well, he didn’t hurt me, he hit me on the head. Napoleon: Shh! Listen! Sounds like a one-wheel– ooh. Lafayette: A one-wheel what? Napoleon: You’re not gonna believe this, but it’s a one-wheeled haystack. Hey, there it goes1 Come on! After it! [They jumps into hay with Edgar and fight] Lafayette: I got him, I got him, I got him, I got him! Napoleon: Ow! That’s me! Napoleon: Get him, get him, get him, get him! [Edgar escapes with his things] Lafayette: Well, c’est la guerre, Napoleon. I guess you can’t win them all. [Napoleon hits him on the head] Ow! Ooh, ooh, ooh! Criminiddly! {fade to Paris rooftops} Duchess: Thomas, Madame will be so worried. Are you sure we can’t get home tonight? Marie: Mama, I’m tired. Berlioz: Me too, and my feet hurt. O’Malley: Look baby, it’s late, and the kids are bushed. Toulouse: I’ll bet we walked a hundred miles. Berlioz: I’ll bet it’s more than a thousand. Duchess: Now, now, darlings. Cheer up. Mister O’Malley knows a place where we can stay tonight. Toulouse: How much farther is it, mister O’Malley? O’Malley chuckles: Keep your whiskers up, tiger. It’s just beyond the next chimney pot. Well, there it is. My own penthouse pad. It’s not exactly the Ritz, but it’s peaceful and quiet. [Trumpet blows] Oh! Oh, no. Sounds like Scat Cat and his gang have dropped by. Duchess: Oh. Friends of yours? O’Malley: Uh-huh. Yeah. They’re old buddies and the’re real swingers. Duchess: Swingers? What is a swinger? O’Malley: You know. Uh, not exactly your type, Duchess. Maybe we’d better find another place, huh? Duchess: Oh no, no, no, I would like to see yor pad, and meet your Scat Cat. O’Malley: Well, okay. [They look down from a roof window] O’Malley: Hey, Scat Cat! Blow some of that sweet stuff my way! Scat Cat laughs: Well, looky here! Big man O’Malley is back in his alley! Swing on down here, daddy. O’Malley: Lay some skin on me, Scat Cat, yeah! Italian Cat: Buona sera, paesano! English Cat: Welcome home, O’Malley! O’Malley: Duchess, this is the greatest cat of ’em all. Duchess: Oh, I’m delighted to meet you, monsieur Scat Cat. Scat Cat kisses her paw: Likewise, Duchess. You’re too much. Duchess: Oh, ho, ho. You are charming! And your music it so– so different. But so exiting. Berlioz: It isn’t Beethoven, mama, but it sure bounces. Scat Cat chuckles: Say! This kitten cat knows where it’s at! Marie: Knows where what’s at? Scat Cat: Well, little lady, let me elucidate here. Scat Cat: Everybody wants to be a cat Because a cat’s the only cat Who knows where it’s at O’Malley: Tell me! Everybody’s pickin’ up on that feline beat ‘Cause everything else is obsolete Scat Cat: Strictly high-button shoes. O’Malley: A square with a horn Makes you wish you weren’t born Scat Cat: Everytime he plays. O’Malley: But with a square in the act You can set music back Scat Cat: To the caveman days [scats] O’Malley: I’ve heard some corny birds who tried to sing Scat Cat: Still the cat’s the only cat Who knows how to swing Russian Cat: Who wants to dig a long-haired gig And stuff like that O’Malley and Scat Cat: When everybody wants to be a cat A square with a horn Makes you wish you weren’t born Every time he plays O’Malley: Oh, a-rinky-tinky-dinky O’Malley and Scat Cat: With a square in the act You can set music back To the caveman days Marie: Oh, a-rinky-dinky-tinky O’Malley: Yes, O’Malley and Marie: Everybody wants to be a cat Because a cat’s the only cat Who knows where it’s at When playin’ jazz he always has A welcome mat O’Malley, Marie, Scat Cat: ‘Cause everybody digs a swingin’ cat Chinese Cat: Oh boy, fellas! Let’s rock the joint! Russian Cat: Ha-ha! Groove it, cat! [music and dance] Chinese Cat: Shanghai, Hong Kong, Egg Foo Young Fortune cookie always wrong That’s a hot one! O’Malley: How ’bout you and me, Duchess? Duchess: Yes. Let’s swing it, Thomas. Toulouse: Groovy, mama, groovy! Scat Cat (giving trumpet to Berlioz): Blow it, small fry. Blow it. Chinese Cat: Boy, he blew it Italian Cat: But he was a-close. [more music and dance, untill Duchess plays a harp] Scat Cat: Mmm. O’Malley: Beautiful Duchess: If you want to turn me on Play your horn, don’t spare the tone And blow a little soul into the tune O’Malley: Let’s take to another key Scat Cat: Modulate and wait for me I’ll take a few ad-libs and pretty soon The other cats will all commence Congregatin’ on the fence Beneath the alley’s only light Duchess: Where every note is out of sight [Scat cat returns to jazz] All gang: Everybody, everybody, Everybody wants to be a cat! Scat Cat: Hallelujah! All gang: Everybody, Everybody, Everybody wants to be a cat! I’m tellin’ you! Everybody, Everybody, Everybody wants to be a cat! Yeah! Everybody, Everybody, Everybody wants to be a cat! Mmm! Everybody, Everybody, Everybody wants to be a cat! Hallelujah! Everybody, Everybody, Everybody wants to be a cat! {fade to Duchess putting the kittens to sleep} Berlioz: Everybody wants to be a cat Marie: Because a cat’s the only cat Who knows where it’s at Toulouse: Oh, yeah! Duchess: Happy dreams, my loves. [She joins O’Malley on the roof] O’Malley: I’ll bet they’re on that magic carpet right now. Duchess: They could hardly keep their eyes open. Ah. Such an exiting day. O’Malley: It sure was. And what a finale. Duchess: Thomas, your friends are really delightful. I just love them. O’Malley: Well, they’re kinda rough, you know, around the edges, but if you’re ever in a ham, wham, they’re right there. Duchess: And wham, when we needed you, you were right there. O’Malley: That was just a lucky break for me, baby. Duchess: Oh, thank you so much for offering us your home. Oh, I mean your pad. It’s very nice. O’Malley: Well now, wait a minute. You know, this is the low-rent district, remember? Duchess: No, no, no, I like it, well, uh– well, all it needs is a little tidying up and, well, maybe a little feminine touch. O’Malley: Well, if you’re applying for the job, well– Marie to Berlios: Goody. Mother’s going to work for mister O’Malley. O’Malley: Boy, your eyes are like sapphires. Gee. Huh. That’s pretty corny, though, huh? Duchess: No, not at all. Any woman would like it. Oh, I, I mean, even little Marie. O’Malley: Yeah. All those little kittens, Duchess. I love ’em. Duchess: And they are very fond of you. Berlioz: Yeah! Marie: Shh! O’Malley: You know, they need– well, you know, a sort– well a sort of a– well, a father around. Duchess: Oh, Thomas, Thomas, that would be wonderful. Oh, darling, if, if only I could. O’Malley: But why can’t you? Duchess: Because of Madame. I– I could never leave her. O’Malley: But– but Madame is– well, she’s just another human. You’re just her house pets. Duchess: Oh no, no, we mean far more to her than that. Oh, sorry my dear. We just have to go home tomorrow. O’Malley: Yeah. Well.. I guess you know best. And I’m gonna miss you, baby. Huh, and those kids. Gee, I’m gonna miss them too. Berlioz: Well, we almost had a father. Toulouse: Yeah. Let’s go back to bed. O’Malley: Good night, Duchess. Duchess: Good night, Thomas. {fade to morning, outside the mansion} O’Malley: Hey! Mee-oww! What a classy neighborhood. Dig these fancy wigwams. Duchess: Wigwams? O’Malley: Are you sure we’re on the right street? Duchess: Yes. Yes! Let’s hurry, we’re almost home. Roquefort: Duchess! Kittens! Hallelujah! They’re back! Oh, no! Edgar! I’ve got to do something quick! Edgar: Edgar, old chap, get used to the finer things of life. Someday they’re all going to be yours, you sly old fox. [Roquefort ties his shoelaces together and wine cork from Edgars bottle hits Roquefort] Roquefort: Oh, he got me! Berlioz: Hooray! We’re home! Marie: Wait for me, wait for me! Me first! Me first! [They hit the closed entrance and grunt] Berlioz: It’s locked. Marie: Come on, let’s start meowing. [They meow] Edgar spits the wine out: It can’t be them! Roquefort: The kittens! Don’t come in! Go away! Away! Toulouse: Look! There’s Roquefort Kittens: Hi Roquefort! Berlioz: He’s sure glad to see us. Duchess to O’Malley: I don’t know what to say. I only wish that I– O’Malley: Maybe a short, sweet goodbye would be easiest. Duchess: I’ll never forget you, Thomas O’Malley. Bye. O’Malley: So long, baby. Roquefort to kittens: Don’t come in! Look out for Edgar! [Edgar lets them in] Edgar: Duchess, wherever have you been? Roquefort: Look out for the– [Edgar catches the cats] –sack. O’Malley: Well. Guess they won’t need me anymore. Edgar: You came back. Oh. It just isn’t fair. Madame: Edgar! Edgar, come quickly. Edgar: Coming, Madame, coming. [he throws the sack into an oven] I’ll take care of you later! Madame: Oh, Edgar, they’re back, I heard them! Hurry, hurry, let them in. Duchess? Kittens? Come here, my darlings. Where are you? Come on. Edgar: Uh, allow me, Madame. Here, kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty! Here, kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty! Roquefort to cats: His name is O’what? Duchess: His name is O’Malley. O’Malley! Marie: Abraham de Lacy Giuseppe Casey! Duchess: Oh, never mind! Run! Move! Go get him! Roquefort: Yes, yes! I’m on my way! Toulouse: I told ya it was Edgar. Berlioz: Aw, shut up, Toulouse. Madame: Oh, it’s no use, Edgar. I’m afraid it was just the imagination of an old lady. But I was so sure that I heard them. Edgar: I’m so sorry, Madame. Roquefort runs after O’Malley: Mister O’Malley! Hey! Stop! Duchess! Kittens! In trouble! Butler did it! O’Malley: Duchess and kittens in trouble? Look, you go get Scat Cat and his gang of alley cats. Roquefort: A-a-alley cats? But I’m a mouse! O’Malley: Look, I’m gonna need help. Roquefort: You mean you want me? O’Malley: Move! Tell him O’Malley sent you and you won’t have a bit of trouble. Roquefort (in alley): No trouble he said. Well, that’s easy for, uh, for what’s-his-name to say. He’s got nine lives, I’ve only got one. Scat Cat: What’s a little swinger like you doin’ on our side of town? Roquefort: Oh please! Uh, I was sent here for help by a cat. Scat Cat: This is outrageous! This is crazy! [Cats laugh] Roquefort: B-but honest! He told me just to mention his name. Russian Cat: So? Start mentioning name, rodent. Roquefort: Oh, now, wait a minute, fellas. D-d-don’t rush me. His name is O’Toole. Scat Cat: I don’t dig him. Strike one. Roquefort: Oh, ooh, O’Brien. Scat Cat: Strike two. Roquefort: Oh, boy, You believe me, don’t you? English Cat: Keep talkin’, mousy. Roquefort: How about O’..Grady? Scat Cat: Mousy, you just struck out. Any last words? Roquefort: Why did I listen to that O’Malley cat? Scat Cat: O’Malley! All: O’Malley! Scat Cat: Hold it cats! This little guy’s on the level. Roquefort: You’re darn tootin’ I’m on the level! Italian Cat: Oh, We didn’t mean-a to, to rough a-you, squeaky! Roquefort: Don’t worry about me! O’Malley needs help! Duchess and kittens are in trouble! [Cats run] Scat Cat: Come on cats, we gotta split! Roquefort: Hey, wait for me! You don’t know the way! {cut to stables} Edgar: Now, my little pesky pets. You’re going to travel first class. In your own private compartment. All the way to Timbuktu. And this time, ha, you’ll never come back. Oh, no, we’ve got to hurry. The baggage truck will be here any moment now. [O’Malley and Frou-frou start fighting Edgar, then the other cats join in] O’Malley to Roquefort: Over there! They’re in the trunk! [Roquefort tries to open the code lock] Roquefort: QUIET!! [He unlocks the lock and then the fight continues] O’Malley: Everybody, outta here, fast! Edgar: You’re going to Timbuktu if it’s the last thing I do! [The fight ends with Edgar in the trunk] Truck driver: Well, Mac, this must be the trunk, eh? Mac: Yup, and she goes all the way to Timbuktu. Heave.. ho! Toulouse snarls and hisses: Meow! {fade to evening, Madame’s mansion} Madame: Now, my pets, a little closer together. Good. Good. Look, Georges. What do you think? Georges: Very good. Very good. But I think we should get on with the will. Madame: Yes, yes, of course, but you know what to do. Georges: Very well. Scratch one butler. Madame: You know, Geroges, if Edgar had only known about the will, I’m sure he never would have left. Duchess, how wonderful to have you all back. [She combs O’Malley] And I think this young man is very handsome. Shall we keep him in the family? [Kittens meow] Of course we will. We need a man around the house. And, Georges, we must be sure to provite for their future little ones. [O’Malley gulps] Georges: Of course. The more the merrier. Madame: Now don’t move. Smile. Say cheese. [Cats smile] Roquefort: Did somebody say cheese? Madame: Thank you. Now, run along downstairs. There’s a surprise for you. [Music plays] Georges: Adelaide, what’s that music? Sounds like a gang of swinging hepcats. Madame: That’s exactly what they are, Georges. They’re the start of my new foundation. Georges: What foundation? Madame: My home for all the alley cats of Paris. Cats: Everybody, everybody, Everybody wants to be a cat! Everybody, everybody, Everybody wants to be a cat! Frou-frou: Everybody, everybody, Everybody wants to be a cat! Waldo: Everybody – whopee! Everybody wants to be a cat! Cats: Everybody, everybody, Everybody wants to be a cat! Lafayette: Hey, Napoleon, that sounds like the end. Napoleon: Wait a minute, I’m the leader, I’ll say when it’s the end. It’s the end. THE END Toulouse: Oh, yeah!
  • Matt 3:48 pm on March 29, 2010 Permalink | Reply
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    Disney’s Awesome Things #11: The Final Blast of Lights, Motors, Action! 

    #11 Everyone has got to love Lights, Motors, Action – right? The stunt cars come so close, it’s incredible they can do such amazing feats and tricks. Some of us claim to drive like that all the time.

    Anyways, everyone has different favorite parts of the show. Some say their favorite part is the motorcycle chase. Some like the special appearance by Herbie. My favorite part, however, is the final blast as I like to call it.

    It’s the last thing that happens in the whole show. You’ve been enjoying the daring stunts, on-fire motorcyclists, and little kids thinking they are controlling a life-size remote control car.

    It’s been a fun performance – and suddenly, as if from nowhere – the hero car races up the ramp and jumps into the stands it seems with loads of fire & fireworks to heighten the effect. The fire heats your face along with the Florida sun, and it’s at that point everyone knows the show is over.

    Photo by Joe P.
    • Lisa Battista 7:15 pm on March 29, 2010 Permalink | Reply

      The split-second timing of this show and the talent of the drivers never fail to amaze me.

      • Matt 5:15 am on March 30, 2010 Permalink | Reply

        Lisa you’re absolutely right.

        LMA is full of split-second timing and very close encounters between the cars. And the fact that the driver hardly EVER make any mistakes (even minor ones) is an incredible feat.

    • ekenekensson@gmail.com 4:38 am on June 9, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      Disney Classic Animated Feature THE JUNGLE BOOK script (version 1.0) Disclaimer: This script is taken from numerous viewings of the feature and is not an official script by all means. Portions of this script are copyrighted by Walt Disney Company and are used without permission. THE CAST (in order of appearance of the voices) Bagheera Sebastian Cabot Mowgli Bruce Reitherman Akela John Abott Rama Ben Wright Kaa Sterling Holloway Hathi J. Pat O’Malley Elephant #3 Hathi Jr. (elephant #8) Winifred (elephant #1) Elephant #2 Monkey #1 (red) Monkey #2 (brown) Monkey #3 (brown) Monkey #4 (brown) Maybe some more Monkeys King Louie Louis Prima Shere Khan George Sanders Elephant #7 Buzzy J. Pat O’Malley Flaps Chad Stewart Ziggy Digby Wolfe Dizzy Lord Tim Hudson Girl Darleen Carr left unassigned: ??? Leo de Lyon ??? Bill Skyles ??? Hal Smith OPENING CREDITS Walt Disney Presents the JUNGLE BOOK color by TECHNICOLOR [a book opens on the screen and we can read on its first page:] the JUNGLE BOOK === Rudyard Kipling === With Illustrations and Introductory Preface [page turns] Contents Chapter I Mowgli is sent to the manvillage Chapter II Bagheera and Mowgli encounter Kaa Chapter III Mowgli’s adventure with the elephants Chapter IV Mowgli and Baloo Chapter V …. steal Mowgli [page turns] CHAPTER ONE [picture of a village in jungle is on this page] It was seven o’clock of a very warm evening in [(this is the first line of the original Kipling’s book, by the way) picture zooms in and turns into colors. further titles take place on changing colored backgrounds] Story: Larry Clemmons Ralph Wright Ken Anderson Vance Gerry Inspired by the Rudyard Kipling “Mowgli” stories Directing Animators: Milt Kahl Ollie Johnston Frank Thomas John Lounsbery Character Animation: Hal King Eric Clueworth Eric Larson Fred Hellmich Walt Stanchefield John Ewing Dick Lucas Effects Animation: Dan MacManus With the Voice Talents of: Phil Harris “Baloo” the Bear Sebastian Cabot “Bagheera” the Panther Louis Prima “King Louie” of the Apes George Sanders “Shere Khan” the Tiger Sterling Holloway “Kaa” the Snake J. Pat O’Malley “Col. Hathi” the Elephant Bruce Reitherman “Mowgli” the Man Cub Elephants… Verna Felton Clint Howard Vultures… Chad Stuart Lord Tim Hudson Wolves… John Abbott Bed Wright The Girl… Darleen Carr Layout: Don Griffith Basil Davidovich Tom Codrick Dale Barnhart Sylvia Roemer Background Styling: Al Dempster Background: Bill Layne Ralph Hulett Art Riley Thelma Witmer Frank Armitage Production Manager: Don Duckwall Sound: Robert O. Cook Film Editors: Tom Acosta Norman Carlisle Music Editor: Evelyn Kennedy Copyright MCMLXVII – Walt Disney Productions – All Rights Reserved Music: George Bruns Orchestration: Walter Sheets Songs: Robert B. Sherman and Richard M. Sherman “The Bare Necessities” Terry Gilkyson sung by Phil Harris Directed by: Wolfgang Reitherman THE SCRIPT Bagheera: Many strange legends are told of these jungles of India. But none so strange as the story of a small boy named Mowgli. It all began when the silence of the jungle was broken by an unfamiliar sound. [Bagheera hears baby crying, stops and turns to look] It was a sound like one never heard before in this part of the jungle. [Bagheera looks into the basket with baby Mowgli] It was a man-cub. Had I known how deeply I was to be involved, I would have obeyed my first impulse and walked away. [Baby Mowgli stops crying and starts giggling and cooing. Bagheera turns back lies down on the branch and looks at him playfully] This man-cub would have to have nourishment, and soon. It was many days travel to the nearest man-village and without a mother’s care, he would soon perish. Then it occurred to me. {dissolve to five (in the book it was four 🙂 wolf cubs playing and their mother Raksha. Bagheera is looking at them from bushes} A family of wolves I knew had been blessed with a litter of cubs [Bagheera with the basket watches from the bushes as the wolves walk into their lair and puts the basket right before the entrance. Mogli lies silent and Bagheera pushes the basket to make him cry and hides fast. Wolves come out and look at Mowgli] Why, there’d be no problem with the mother, thanks to maternal instinct, but I wasn’t so sure about Rama, the father. [Rama comes from forest, looks at the man-cub, sees smiling face of Raksha, looks at cute Mowgli again and smiles too. The “My Own Home” theme starts in the background as they carry basket with baby Mowgli into the wolf lair.] {dissolve to Bagheera on a branch looking at Mowgli} Ten times the rains have come and gone. And I often stopped by to see how Mowgli, the man-cub, was getting along. He was a favorite with all young wolf cubs of the pack. Mowgli: Whoo-whoo-whooo! [Mowgli’s Brothers run to him and play] Bagheera: No man-cub was ever happier. And yet… I knew that someday he would have to go back to his own kind. {dissolve to Council Rock} Then one night, the wolf pack elders met at Council Rock. Because Shere Khan, the tiger, had returned to their part of the jungle. This meeting was to change the man-cub’s entire future. Akela: Shere Khan will surely kill the boy and all who try to protect him. Now, are we all in agreement as to what must be done? [wolves nod] Now it is my unpleasant duty to tell the boy’s father. Rama! Come over here, please. Rama: Yes, Akela? Akela: The Council has reached its decision. Man-cub can no longer stay with the pack. He must leave at once. Rama: Leave? Akela: I am sorry, Rama. There is no other way. Rama: But-but the man-cub is-is like my own son. Surely he’s entitled to the protection of the pack. Akela: But Rama, even the strength of the pack is no match for the tiger. Rama: But the boy cannot survive alone in the jungle. Bagheera: Akela, perhaps I can be of help Akela: You, Bagheera? How? Bagheera: I know of a man-village where he’ll be safe. Mowgli and I have taken many walks into the jungle together. I’m sure he’ll go with me. Akela: So be it. Now there’s no time to lose. Good luck. {dissolve to Mowgli riding on Bagheera’s back in the night} Mowgli: Bagheera, I’m getting a little sleepy. Shouldn’t we start back home? Bagheera: Mowgli, this time we’re not going back. I’m taking you to a man-village. Mowgli: But why? Bagheera: Because Shere Khan has returned to this part of the jungle and he has sworn to kill you. Mowgli: Kill me? But why would he wanna do that? Bagheera: He hates men. And Shere Khan is not going to allow you to grow up to become a man – just another hunter with a gun. Mowgli: Uhh, we’ll just explain him that I’d never do a thing like that. Bagheera: Nonsense! No one explains anything to Shere Khan! Mowgli: Well, maybe so. But I’m not afraid. And besides I– Bagheera: Now that’s enough. We’ll spend a night here. Things will look better in the morning. Man-cub? Man-cub! Now come on, up this tree. It’s safer up there. Mowgli: Uh, I don’t want to go back to the man-village. Bagheera: Go on. Up you go. Mowgli: That limb way up there? Bagheera: Try [Mowgli tries to climb the tree-trunk but can’t] Is that all the better you can climb? Mowgli: It’s too, it’s too big around! And besides, I don’t have any claws. [Bagheera helps and with some grunting gets Mowgli on that limb] Bagheera: Now, get some sleep. We’ve got a long journey ahead of us tomorrow. Mowgli: Uh, I wanna stay in the jungle. Bagheera chuckles: Huh? heh, you wouldn’t last one day. [he yawns and lies down to sleep] Mowgli: I am not afraid. I can look after myself. [Kaa appears from limbs above] Kaa: Ss-say now, what have we here? [Mowgli sticks his tongue at Kaa] It’s a man-cub. A delis-ci-ous man-cub. Mowgli: Oh, go away and leave me alone. Bagheera (with eyes closed): Oh, that’s just what I should do, but I’m not. Now, please, go to sleep, man-cub. Kaa: Yes-ss, man-cub, please [he starts hypnotizing Mowgli] go to sleep, please go to sleep, sleep little man-cub rest in piece. [Kaa’s tail goes around Mowgli in circles] Sleep. ss-sleep Mowgli: Ba–, bah– Bagheera — [Kaa gets to his neck and Mowgli gulps] Bagheera (still with eyes closed): Oh, no. Look, there’s no use arguing anymore. Now, no more talk ’till morning. Kaa chuckles: He won’t be here in the morning Bagheera: Huh? Oh yes, he will, … Kaa! [Bagheera wakes up and sees Kaa moving Mowgli into his open mouth. He hits Kaa] Hold it, Kaa! Kaa: Ohhh, my sinus-ss. You have just made a ss-serious mistake, my friend. A very ss-stupid Bagheera: Now, now, now, Kaa, I was– Kaa: Mistake! [Mowgli comes up, climes out of Kaa’s relaxed coils] Look me in the eye when I’m speaking to you. Bagheera: P-please, Kaa Kaa: Both eyes if you please. [Bagheera gets fully hypnotyzed and sits still. Mowgli meanwhile is pushing Kaa’s coils off the branch] You have just ss-sealed your doom. [Weight of the part of his body Mowgli pushed down suddenly makes him fall] oooh! Mowgli: Look, Bagheera! Heh-heh, look, Bagheera? Wake up, Bagheera. [he hits Bagheera’s cheeks a little] Bagheera comes up: Ah, duh, wha– Kaa (crawling away): Just you wait ’til I get you in my coils. [He suddely stops because a knot on his tail gets stuck between some bamboo stems] Mowgli: Bagheera, he’s got a knot in his tail! Kaa (mockingly) Hee-hee-hee. He’s got a knot in his tail. (after freeing the tail): Ooo! This is going to slow down my slithering. Mowgli: Ha-ha-ha… Bagheera: So you can look out for yourself, can you? So you want to stay in the jungle, do you? Mowgli: Yes, I want to stay in the jungle. Bagheera: D’oh! Now for the last time, go to sleep! Man-cub, huh.. man-cub, ahh.. [finally they both sleep] {fade to morning. They still sleep, when grounds starts shaking rythmically} Elephants march and sing: Hup, two, three, four Keep it up, two, three, four Hup, two, three, four Keep it up, two, three, four Hup, two, three, four [Mowgli wakes up] Mowgli: A parade! Bagheera: Oh, no! The Dawn Patrol again. [Mowgli gets down on the ground to look closer] Hathi: Company… sound off! Elephants sing: Oh, the aim of our patrol Elephant #3: Is a question rather droll Elephants: For to march and drill Over field and hill [they trumpet] Hathi: Is a military goal all: Is a military goal! With a hup, two, three, four Dress it up, two, three, four By the ranks or single file Over every jungle mile Oh we stamp and crush Through the underbrush [Hathi Jr. trumpets] Hathi Jr.: In the militaly style! Elephants: In the military style [Mowgli comes to Hathi Jr.] Mowgli: Hello. What are you doing? Hathi Jr.: Shh. Drilling. Mowgli (whispering): Can I do it too? Hathi Jr.: Sure. Just do what I do. But don’t talk in rank. It’s against regulations. [Mowgli walks after Hathi Jr. in the rear of the file] Hathi: To the rear… March! [They walk to the rear, Hathi Jr. and Mowgli collide] Hathi Jr.: The other way. Turn around. Hathi: Hup, two, three, four Keep it up, two, three, four. To the rear… Ho! Company… Halt! [Mowgli collides with Hathi Jr. again] Hathi Jr.: That means “stop”. Hathi: Company… Left face! Winifred: March, march, march. My feet are killing me. Elephant #2: I am putting in for a transfer to another herd. Hathi: Silence in the ranks! [he walks around the rank] Dress up that line. [Elephants raise there rears] Pull it in, Winifred [He walks back to front] Inspection… arms! [Elephants stick their trunks out] Hathi Jr. (to Mowgli): Stick your nose out. Mowgli: Like this? Hathi Jr.: That’s right. Hathi (to Elephant #2): Tsk-tsk-tsk. Dusty muzzle. Soldier, remember in battle that trunk can save your life. Take good care of it, my man. Elephant #2: Yes, Sir! Hathi: Very good, carry on. [Hathi looks at Elephant #3 who is chewing on some grass] Ahem. Hmm. Let’s have a little more spit and polish on those bayonets Elephant #3: Yes, Sir! Hathi: Esprit de Corps! That’s the way I earned my commission in the Maharaja’s pachyderm brigade. Back in ’88 it was, or was it? Winifred (to Elephant #2): Here it comes, the Victoria-cross bit again. Hathi: It was then I recieved the Victoria Cross for bravery above and beyond the call of duty. Ha-ha! Those were the days! Discipline. Discipline was the thing. Builds character and all that sort of thing. [loud snap of the small bamboo stick Hathi leaned on interrupts his speech] Oh.. Where was I? Oh, yes. Inspection. [he looks at Elephant #4] Well, very good. [then to Elephant #5] Wipe off that silly grin, soldier. This is the army [comes to Elephant #6 and kills a fly buzzing above his head] Ahem. Eyes front. [Now Elephant #7] Tsk-tsk-tsk. Leutenant, that haircut is not regulation. Rather on the gaudy side, don’t you think? [he cuts his hair short using his bamboo stick] There. That’s better. [Comes to Hathi Jr. now] And as for you– [he looks down at him] Oh, there you are. Heh-heh-heh. Let’s keep those heels together, shell we, son? Hathi Jr.: Okay Pop… Sir! Hathi: That’s better. [Now Hathi comes to Mowgli] Well, new recruit, eh? Ha-ha-ha… I say, what happened to your trunk? [He pushes Mowgli’s face with his stick] Mowgli: Hey, stop that! Hathi sputters: A man-cub! This is treason! Sabotage! I’ll have no man-cub in my jungle! Mowgli: It’s not your jungle. Bagheera arrives fast: Hold it! Hold it, I can explain, Hathi! Hathi: Colonel Hathi, if you please, sir. Bagheera: Oh, yes, yes. Colonel Hathi. The man-cub is with me. I’m taking him back to the man-village. Hathi: To stay? Bagheera: You have the word of Bagheera. Hathi: Good. And remember, an elephant never forgets. [he turns to leave] Humph! I don’t know what the army’s coming to. These young wippersnappers, who do they think they are? [all the elephants are dosing by now, but wake up as soon as Hathi commands] Ahem, let’s get on with it. Right face! Forward… march! Winifred: Dear, haven’t you forgotten something? Hathi: Nonsense, Winifred, old girl. An elephant never forgets. Winifred: Well, you just forgot our son. Hathi: Ah yes.. Son? Son? [he turns to see Hathi Jr. playing with Mowgli] Oh yes, quite right.. To the rear… march! Hathi Jr. (to Mowgli): When I grow up, I’m gonna be a colonel. Just like my– Hathi picks him up: If I told you once, I’ve told you a thousand times Hathi Jr. (seeing other elephants marching into Hathi’s rear): Pop! Look out! [The spectacular crash of the elephants, reused in several movies after Jungle Book now takes place] Hathi Jr.: Gee, Pop. You forgot to say ‘halt’ Mowgli (to Bagheera): Ha-ha-ha. He said an elephant never forgets. Bagheera: It’s not funny. Let’s get out of here quick before anything else happens. [They run through the forest] Mowgli: Bagheera, where are we going? Bagheera: You’re going back to the man-village right now. Mowgli: I am not going. Bagheera: Oh, yes you are. Mowgli: I am staying right here. Bagheera: You’re going if I have to drag you every step away [Mowgli holds at a small tree while Bagheera tries to get him off it and drag away] Bagheera (muffled): Let go, you– Mowgli: You, let go of me! [Bagheera lets go, falls into water and while getting up, hits his head against a log] Bagheera: Oh, that does it! I’ve had it, man-cub. From now on, you’re on your own. Alone! Mowgli: Don’t worry about me. [Bagheera leaves and Mowgli walks aimlessly for a while] Bagheera (still walking away): Ah. Foolish man-cub. [Mowgli sits down near some rock with his head low untill he hears sounds from nearby bushes. Baloo comes in] Baloo (singing): Doo-bee doo-bee doo-bee dee-doo Well, it’s a doo-bah-dee-do Yes, it’s a doo-bah-dee-do I mean a doo-be doo-bee doo-be Doo-be doo-bee doo And with– [he sees Mowgli] Well now, ha-ha! What have we here? [he sniffs Mowgli] Hmm.. Hey, what a funny little bit of a– [Mowgli slaps him] Ow! Mowgli: Go away! Baloo: Oh boy, I’ve seen everything in these woods, what have I run on? What a pretty thing this is! Mowgli: Leave me alone. Baloo: Well now, that’s pretty big talk, little britches Mowgli: I’m big enough [He starts hitting Baloo in the tummy repeatedly but Baloo doesn’t almost notice that] Baloo: Ha-ha.. tsk-tsk-tsk. Pitiful. Hey, kid, you need help. And old Baloo is gonna learn you to fight like a bear. Now come on, I’m gonna show you. Grrr. [He starts to dance around and Mowgli too, mimicking Baloo’s moves] Ha-ha. Yeah! All right now kid, loosen up, get real loosen, then start to weave, weave a little, now move, that’s it. Now give me a big bear growl, scare me! [Mowgli makes a barely audible growl] Baloo: Tsk-tsk-tsk. Oh boy. I’m talking about like a big bear! [Baloo makes a growl which rocks the jungle to the bottom and even Bagheera who was walking away all this time hears it.] Bagheera: He’s in trouble. I shouldn’t have left him alone! [Bagheera runs back to Mowgli] Mowgli: Grrr. Baloo: GRRR! Mowgli: Grrr. Baloo: A big one, right from your toes. Mowgli: How’s that? [Bagheera arrives] Mowgli: Grrr. Baloo: Ha-ha-ha, ya, you’re getting it, kid. Bagheera: Oh no! It’s Baloo! That shiftless stupid jungle bum. [Baloo and Mowgli dance around again] Baloo: Weave about, now look for an opening. Keep movin’, keep [Mowgli takes some swings at Baloo’s nose but misses] Ha-ha! Ya, you’re getting it kid, ha-ha. Come on, that’s it. Ha-ha-ha! He’s a dandy! [Baloo playfully slaps Mowgli which sends him rolling around and leaves knocked out on the ground] Bagheera: Heh-heh. Fine teacher you are, old Iron Paws. Baloo: Oh thanks, Bagheera. Bagheera: Yeah, tell me, tell me after you know your pupil senseless, how do you expect him to remember the lesson? [Mowgli at this time already came to and sits on the ground, shaking head] Baloo: Well, I, I didn’t mean to lay it on him so hard. [Mowgli walks to Baloo, though kinda unsteadily] Mowgli: I’m not hurt. I’m all right. I’m a lot tougher than some people think. Baloo: You better believe it! Now let’s go once more. Now you keep ciclin’ or I’m gonna knock your roof in again, you better keep movin’ — [Mowgli hits Baloo into lower jaw] Ooph! [Baloo playfully falls down] Hey! Right on the button! [Mowgli climbs on him, occasionally tickling him with his feet] Ah, ha-ha, no, no-no, now you’re tickling. ha-ha-ha [Mowgli starts tickling him deliberately] No, no, we don’t do that here, no cheating, no, you’re tickling, I can’t stand tickling, heh-heh-heh. Help, Bagheera! Bagheera: Now that’s all he needs. More confidence. Mowgli: Give up, Baloo? Baloo: I give up, I told ya. Oh, I give– [Mowgli stops] Hey, ha-ha. You know something? You’re all right, kid. What do they call you? Bagheera: Mowgli. And he’s going back to the man-village right now. Baloo: Man-village? They’ll ruin ‘im! They’ll make a man out of ‘im. Mowgli: Oh, Baloo, I want to stay here with you! Baloo: Certainly you do. Bagheera: Oh? And just how do you think you will survive? Baloo: “How do you think you will” – What do you mean “How do you think you will”? He’s with me, any, And I’ll learn him all I know Bagheera: Well, heh, that shouldn’t take too long. [Baloo glares at Bagheera and then turns to Mowgli] Baloo: Look, now it’s like this, little britches. All you’ve got to do is… (singing): Look for the bare necessities The simple bare necessities Forget about your worries and your strife I mean the bare nevessities, Are Mother Nature’s recipies That bring the bare necessities of life Wherever I wander Wherever I roam I couldn’t be fonder Of my big home The bees are buzzing in the tree To make some honey just for me When you look under the rocks and plants And take a glance at the fancy ants Then maybe try a few… Mowgli: You eat ants? Baloo: Ha-ha, you better believe it! And you’re gonna love the way they tickle. [Rock almost falls on Mowgli] Bagheera: Mowgli, look out! Baloo: The bare necessities of life will come to you Mowgli (trying to catch an ant): When? Baloo: They’ll come to you Look for the bare necessities The simple bare necessities Forget about your worries and your strife I mean the bare necessities That’s why a bear can rest at ease With just the bare necessities of life Now when you pick a paw-paw Or a prickly pear Mowgli (pricking finger): Ow! Baloo: And you prick a raw paw Well, next time beware Don’t pick the prickly pear by the paw When you pick a pear try to use the claw But you don’t need to use the claw When you pick a pair of the big paw-paw Have I given you a clue? Mowgli: Golly, thanks, Baloo! Bagheera: Paw-paw, ha! Of all the silly gibberish Baloo (pulling Bagheera by the tail): Come on, Baggy, get with the beat! The bare necessities of life will come to you Mowgli: They’ll come to me! Baloo: They’ll come to you [Music from the song goes on through the whole following scratching scene] How ’bout scratchin’ that old left shoulder while you’re up there, Mowgli? Now just a hair lower.. There, right there. That’s it. Ahh.. This is beautiful. That’s good. Kid, we’ve got to get to a tree, this calls for some big scratch! Mowgli: You’re lots of fun, Baloo! [Baloo is now scratching against a tree] Baloo: Right on it.. Yeah! That’s delicious! Oh, ooo! Just a little bit– mmm.. yeah.. ha-ha.. ooo. [he pulls the tree from the ground finally and scratches by its trunk] Mm… mmm… ha-ha.. ooo. yeah! [Baloo, satisfied, lets himself fall into water] Oh man, this is really livin’. So just try and relax. Yeah. [Mowgli gets on his tummy] Cool it. Fall apart in my back yard. ‘Cause let me tell you something little britches. If you act like that bee acts, uh-uh. You’re working too hard. And don’t spend your time looking around for something you want, that can’t be found (singing): When you find out you can live without it And go along not thinking about it And I’ll tell you something true The bare necessities of life will come to you. Bagheera walks away: Ahh.. I give up. Well I hope his luck holds out. Baloo: Mowgli, how ’bout you singing? Baloo and Mowgli: Look for the bare necessities, The simple bare necessities Forget about your worries and your strife Mowgli: Yeah, man! Baloo and Mowgli: I mean the bare necessities, That’s why a bear can rest at ease With just the bare necessities of life Baloo: Yeah! Baloo and Mowgli: With just the bare necessities of life Mowgli: Yeah, man! Baloo: Ha-ha-ha. Beautiful. That’s real jungle harmony. Mowgli: I like being a bear. Baloo: That’s my boy. You’re gonna make one swell bear. Why, you even sing like one. [Why they drift downstream, monkeys above plot Mowgli’s stealing] Baloo (going to sleep): Doo-be-doo… [Monkeys replace Mowgli by a monkey] Doo-be-wee be-doo [fly lands on Baloo’s nose] Hey Mowgli, how ’bout you flickin’ that old mean fly off of your papa bear’s nose? [monkey hits Baloo with a stick] Ouch! Ha, ha! Boy, when you flick a fly you really– [he finally opens his eyes] Why you, flat-nosed, little-eyed, flaky creep! Mowgli (held in the branches above): Hey! Let go of me! Baloo: Take your flea-picking hands off my cub! Monkey #1: Come on and get him, champ! Monkey #2: He’s no champ, he’s a chump! Mowgli: Baloo! Monkey #3: Yeah! ha-ha! A big hothead! Baloo: Okay you guys asked for it, I’ll– ooh! [he falls into water] Monkey #4 : That’ll cool him off! Baloo: Give me back my man-cub! Monkey #2: Here he is, come and get him! [Baloo hits against a tree and falls down flat] Monkey #3: That’s how a bear can rest at ease! Monkey #?: Here’s some bare necessities! [They throw fruits at Baloo] Baloo: Now just try that again you– Monkey #?: What’s that you hit him with? Monkey #?: That was a bare necessity. Baloo: Turn him loose or I’ll jerk a knot in your tail Monkey #1: We give up, here he comes! Mowgli (flying): Whoa! Baloo, catch me! Baloo! Monkey #?: Back up, back up! Faster, faster, faster! [Baloo trips and falls off the cliff] Monkey #?: A rolling bear gathers no hair! Mowgli: Baloo! Help me! Baloo, they’re carrying me away! Baloo yells: Bagheera! Bagheera! Bagheera: Well, it’s happened. Took longer then I thought but it’s happened. [Baloo climbs up the cliff just in the exact moment Bagheera arrives] Baloo yells: Bagheeraaaaa! [Bagheera screeches and sits stunned for a while] Baloo: Oh, you heard me, huh? Bagheera: Mowgli? Mowgli? All right, what happened? Where’s Mowgli? Baloo: They ambused me, thousands of them! I jabbed with my left, then I swung with the right, and then I– Bagheera: Oof, for the last time, what happened to Mowgli? Baloo: Like I told ya, them mangy monkeys carried him off. Bagheera: The Ancient Ruins. Oh, I hate to think what will happen when he meets that king up there. {Dissolve to the Ancient Ruins} Louie scat-sings: Ding ding lo-la diddly-o zing boing Sca-be-do, hoo-be-do, zee-bo do-zeb Diddly-doo dee-hoy I wanna be a man-man one or-rang-a-tang tang Monkey #?: Ha, ha, we got him, King Louie! Monkey #?: Man, we got him, we got him! Louie: Ha, ha, ha, So you’re the man-cub? Crazy! Mowgli: I’m not as crazy as you are! Put me down! [Monkey drops Mowgli on the ground] You cut that out! Louie: Cool it, boy. Unwind yourself. (singing) Do-doot doot-doot do Now come on. Let’s shake, cousin. Mowgli: What do you want me for? Louie: Word has grabbed my royal ear, have a banana, [He throws a banana into Mowgli’s mouth] that you want to stay in the jungle. Mowgli (with mouth full): Stay in the jungle? I sure do. Louie: Good. And ol’ King Louie, (singing): Bop-boo do-bay doo-boo-do that’s me, can fix it for you. Have two bananas [He shows three fingers and throws two bananas into Mowgli’s mouth] Have we got a deal? Mowgli (with mouth even fuller): Yes, sir. I’ll do anything to stay in the jungle. Louie: Well then. I’ll lay it on the line for ya. (singing) A bop-bop do-do do-be-do Now I am the king of the swingers, oooh The jungle V.I.P I’ve reached that top and had to stop And that’s what’s botherin’ me I wanna be a man, man-cub, And stroll right into town And be just like the other men, I’m tired of monkeyin’ around Ohh, oobie-do, Monkeys: Bop-do-wee Louie: I wanna be like you Monkeys: Hum dee oobee-do-ba Louie: I wanna walk like you Monkeys: Tee Louie: Talk like you, Monkeys: Too Louie: Too! Monkeys: Wee be-dee be-dee do Louie: You see it’s true, Monkeys: Shoo-ba dee-do Louie: An ape like me Monkeys: Shoo-be do-bee do-bee Can learn to be Human too [He makes sounds as if playing a horn and has a little classical fight with the small servant monkey] Roo-baka-tee-gah, roo-baka-tee-gee Zoo-baka too-baka too-baka too-baka too-baka Too-bee pau-wagau to-pah [Monkeys applaud] Mowgli: Gee, cousin Louie, you’re doing real good. Louie: Now, here’s your part of the deal, cuz. Lay the secret on me of man’s red fire. Mowgli: But I don’t know how to make fire Louie sings: Now, don’t try to kid me, man-cub I made a deal with you What I desire is man’s red fire To make my dream come true [Baloo and Bagheera reach the walls of the Ruins] Now give me the secret, man-cub Come on, clue me what to do Give me the power of man’s red flower So I can be like you Bagheera: Fire! So that’s what that scoundrel’s after. Baloo: I’ll tear him limb from limb, I’ll beat him, I’ll.. I’ll.. ummm, yeah, well, man, what a beat! Bagheera: Will you stop that silly beat business and listen! This will take brains, not brawn. Baloo: You better believe it! And I’m loaded with both. Bagheera: Would you listen? Baloo: Oh, yeah, yeah Bagheera: Now, while you create a disturbance I’ll rescue Mowgli. Got that? Baloo (walking and dancing along): I’m gone then, solid gone. Bagheera: Not yet, Baloo! [Louie, servant monkey and Mowgli come by, dancing, and when Bagheera reaches for Mowgli, Baloo enters, dressed up as a big probably female monkey :] Baloo: Hey! (singing) Da-zaap bon-ronee Hap ba-dee dee-lap-da-non Hene-bebe-re, Doot zaba-doo-dee-day Doo-bam doo-boo-bee-bay Bo-bom, za-ba-pa-panney! Louie: Abba-do-dee? Baloo: With a reep-bon-naza! Louie: Eh ba-daba doy Baloo: Well-a-la-ba zini Louie: War-la-bop, boor-la-bop Baloo: See-ble-bop, dooney Louie: Ooh, ooh, ooh! Baloo: With a huh, huh, huh, huh! Louie: Rrrawr, rrrawr Baloo: Get mad, baby! Louie: Hada-lada hada-lada Baloo: With a hada-lada hadoo-doo Louie: Oodle-loodle-oodle-loodle Baloo: Ooh-doo-daa-daa-daa Louie: Doodle-doot, doodle-doot Baloo: Zee-ba-da-da Haba-da Louie: Yoo-hoo-hoo Monkeys: Bop-do-wee Louie: I wanna be like you Monkeys: Hum dee oobee-do-ba Louie: I wanna walk like you Monkeys: Dee Louie: Talk like you Monkeys: Too Baloo: Too-oo-oo! Monkeys: Wee be-dee be-dee do Everybody: You see it’s true, hoo-hoo Someone like me-ee-ee Can learn to be like someone like me Baloo: Take me home, Daddy! Everybody: Can learn to be like someone like you Louie: One more time! [Baloo’s disguise falls off] Baloo alone: Yeah! Can learn to be like someone like me Zee-dee-dee bop-bop-botta Doodle-dat un-dat un-dat un-dat un-dat un-dat… Ehh.. Monkey #?: It’s Baloo, the bear! Monkey #?: Yeah, that’s him! Monkey #?: How’d he get in there? Mowgli: Baloo, it’s you. [Here goes the classical scene where Mowgli goes from Monkeys to Baloo/Bagheera several times resulting in desctuction of Ancient Ruins] Baloo: Whew. Ha ha ha. Man, that’s what I call a swingin’ party. {Fade out, change of sides on the disk, fade into night, Mowgli asleep, Baloo and Bagheera talking} Bagheera: …and furthermore, Mowgli seems to have man’s ability to get into trouble, and your influence hasn’t been exactly– Baloo: Shhh! Keep it down, you’re gonna wake little buddy. Yeah. He’s had a big day, it was a real sockaroo. You know it ain’t easy learning to be like me. Bagheera: Pah! A disgraceful performance. Associating with those undesirable, scatterbrained apes. Huh. I hope he learned something from that experience. Mowgli in sleep mumbles: Yeah… scooby-dooby, dooby-doo.. Baloo: Ha, ha. That’s my boy. Bagheera (walking to water): Oh, nonsense. Baloo, come over here. I’d like to have a word with you. Baloo comes over: A word? You gonna talk some more? (he yawns) All right, what’s up Bagheera? Bagheera: Baloo, a man-cub must go back to the man-village. The jungle is not the place for him. Baloo: I grew up in the jungle. Take a look at me. Bagheera: Yes, just look at yourself. Look at that eye. [They both had each one eye swollen since the fight] Baloo (looking into water): Yeah. It’s beautiful, ain’t it? Bagheera: Frankly, you’re a disreputable sight. Baloo: Why, you don’t look exactly like a basket of fruit yourself. Bagheera: D’oh! Ballo, you can’t adopt Mowgli as your son. Baloo: Why not? Bagheera: How can I put it? Baloo, birds of a feather should flock together. Baloo shrugs. Bagheera: You wouldn’t marry a panther, would you? Baloo: I don’t know. Ha ha, come to think of it, no panther ever asked me. Bagheera: Baloo, you’ve got to be serious about this. Baloo: Oh, stop worrying, Baggy, stop worrying, I’ll take care of him Bagheera: Yes, like you did when the monkeys kidnapped him, huh? Baloo: Can a guy make one mistake? Bagheera: Not in the jungle. And another thing, sooner or later, Mowgli will meet Shere Khan. Baloo: The tiger? What’s he got against the kid? Bagheera: He hates man with a vengeance, you know that. Because he fears man’s gun and man’s fire. Baloo: But little Mowgli don’t have those things. Bagheera: Shere Khan won’t wait until he does. He’ll get Mowgli while he’s young and helpless. Just one swipe– Baloo: No. Well, what are we gonna do? [Sun appears from horizon. actually all the time they were talking it was slowly getting brighter. By the way, their swollen eyes were getting better throughout the conversation as well – completely healed by now] Bagheera: We’ll do what’s best for him. Baloo: You better believe it, you name it now I’ll do it. Bagheera: Good. Then make Mowgli go to the man-village. Baloo: Are you out of your mind? I promised him he could stay here in the jungle with me! Bagheera: That’s just the point. As long as he remains with you, he’s in danger. So it’s up to you. Baloo: Why me? Bagheera: Be-because he won’t listen to me. Baloo: I love that kid. I love him like he was my own cub. Bagheera: Then think of what’s best for Mowgli and not yourself. Baloo: Well, can’t I.. Well can I wait until morning? Bagheera: It’s morning now. Go on, Baloo. Baloo walks to Mowgli: Uh.. Mowgli in sleep: Ummmm… Baloo gulps: Oh boy. Mowgli? Mowgli? Uh, it’s time to get up. Mowgli wakes up and stretches: Oh. Hi Baloo Baloo: Hi. Hey, rub that sleep out of your eyes. You and me, eh, we’ve got a long walk ahead of us. Mowgli: Swell! We’ll have lots of fun together. Baloo: Sure. yeah. Yeah, uh.. let’s hit the trail, kid. See you around, eh, Bagheera. Mowgli: Well, good-bye Bagheera. Me and Baloo, we’ve got things to do. Bagheera: Good-bye man-cub. And good luck. Mowgli: Come on, Baloo. All we’ve got to do is… (singing) Look for the bare necssities Some good old bare necessities Forget about your worries and your strife. I mean the bare necessities, That’s why a bear can rest at ease With just the bare necessities of life. Yeah! I’ll live here in the jungle all my life! Yeah, man! I like being a bear. Where are we going, Baloo? Baloo: Well, ah.. it’s a.. um, well it’s sort of new and– Mowgli: Oh, I don’t care, as long as I’m with you. [the “My Own Home” theme plays in background again] Baloo: Mowgli, look buddy, there’s something I’ve got to tell you. Mowgli (chasing a butterfly): Tell me what, Baloo? Baloo: Gee whiz. How did old Baggy put it? Ah, Mowgli? Hah, you wouldn’t marry a panther, would you? Mowgli: Heh-heh. I don’t even know what you’re talking about. Baloo: Mowgli, don’t you realize that you’re a human? Mowgli: I’m not anymore, Baloo. I’m a bear like you. Baloo: Little buddy, look, listen to me. Mowgli: Come on, come on, Baloo. Baloo: Now Mowgli, stop it now, now hold still. I wanna tell you something, now listen to me. Mowgli: What’s the matter, old papa bear? Baloo: Look Mowgli, I’ve been trying to tell you, I’ve been trying all morning to tell you, I’ve got to take you back to the man-village! Mowgli: The man-village?? Baloo: Now look, kid, I can explain. Mowgli: But you said we were partners Baloo: Now believe me, kid, I, I– Mowgli: You’re just like old Bagheera Baloo: Now just a minute, that’s going too far [Mowgli runs away] Hey, Mowgli, where are you going? Wait a minute! Stop! Wait! Wait! Listen to ol’ Baloo. Mowgli? Mowgli? Mowgli! Mowgli? Mowgli? [Bagheera who must have heard Baloo calling Mowgli, arrives] Bagheera: Now what’s happened? Baloo: You’re not going to believe me, Bagheera, but look, now I used the same words you did, and he ran out on me. Bagheera: Why, don’t just stand there. Let’s separate. We’ve got to find him [Bagheera runs away] Baloo: Oh, if anything happens to that little guy, I’ll never forgive myself. I’ve got to find him. Mowgli? Mowgli? {Fade to Shere Khan prowling in the grass.} [Shere Khan comes close to a deer grazing, lies down ready to pounce, but elephants trumpet and the deer runs away] Elephants march and sing: Hup, two, three, four Hup, two, three, four Keep it up, two, three, four. Shere Khan: What beastly luck. Confound that ridiculous colonel Hathi. Hathi: Comany, sound off! Elephants march and sing: Oh we march from here to there Elephant #3: And it doesn’t matter where [elephants are actually in different order now, elephant #3 is walking 5th #2 is #6, and Winifred who was #1 is now #7 – all backwards except that Hathi is still ahead of the herd and Hathi Jr. behind it] Elephants: You can hear us push Through the deepest bush Hup, two, three, four Hathi: With a military air! Elephants: With a military air. [they trumpet] Bagheera: The jungle patrol. Elephants: We’re a crackerjack bridage On a pachyderm parade But we’d rather stroll To a water hole Hathi Jr: Hup, two, three, four Elephants: For a furlough in the shade Bagheera arrives: stop! [Elephants don’t notice] Wait a minute.. HALT!!! [Elephants stop, crashing into each other] Hathi: Who said “Halt”? I give the commands around here. Now speak up, who was it? Bagheera: Oh, it was me, colonel. Hathi: What do you mean, taking over my command? Highly irregular you know. Bagheera: Colonel, I am sorry, but-but I need your help. [Shere Khan comes closer to listen] Hathi: Impossible. We’re on a cross-country march. Bagheera: It’s an emergency, colonel. The man-cub must be found. Hathi: What man-cub? Shere Khan: How interesting… Bagheera: The one I was taking to the man-village. Hathi: It’s where he belongs. Now sir, if you don’t mind, we’d like to get on with the march. Bagheera: No, no, you don’t understand, Hathi. He’s lost. He ran away. Shere Khan: How delightful. Hathi: Well, serves the young wippersnapper right. Bagheera: But-but Shere Khan, the tiger, he’s sure to pick up the man-cub’s trail. [Shere Khan nods.] Hathi: Ha, ha. Shere Khan. Nonsense, old boy. Shere Khan isn’t within miles of here. [Shere Khan chuckles] Sorry Bagheera. Fortunes of war and all that sort of thing you know. Winifred walks to Hathi: This has gone far enough.. Now just a minute, you pompous old windbag! Hathi: Winifred? WHat are you doing out of ranks? Winifred: Never mind. How would you like our boy lost and alone inthe jungle? [Hathi Jr. poses as illustration for the words] Hathi: Our son? But Winifred, old girl, that’s an entirely different matter. Winifred: Humph! Hathi: Different. Entirely. Winifred: That boy no differnet than our own son. Now you help find him or I’m taking over command. Hathi: What? A female leading my herd? Utterly preposterous. Hathi Jr.: Pop, the man-cub and I are friends. He’ll get hurt if we don’t find him. Please, Pop? Sir? Please? Hathi: Now, don’t you worry, son. You father had a plan in mind all the time. Winifred: Huh. Sure you did. Hathi: Troopers, Company, left face! Volunteers for a special mission will step one pace forward. [Hathi turn around, all elephants do one step behind, except Elephant #3, who then notices it and step behind too] Hathi: Ha, ha. That’s what I like to see. Devotion to duty. You volunteers will find the lost man-cub. Bagheera: Thank you colonel. Now there’s no time to lose. [Bagheera leaves] Hathi: Yes, well. Good luck. (in whisper): When the man-cub is sighted you will sound your trumpet 3 times Elephant #2: Yes sir. [he trumpets and Hathi silences him] Hathi: Shh. Not now soldier. Elephant #2: Sorry, sir. Hathi comes to Elephant #7: Leutenant, our strategy shall be the element of surprise. You will take one squad and cover the right flank [Shere Khan leans forward to hear the whisper] Elephant #7: Yes sir. Hathi (even quieter): And I shall take the other squad on the left flank (very loud) Company!!! Forward… March! [Elephants walk away, falling trees as they go] Shere Khan: Element of surprise? I say. Ha, ha, ha. And now for my rendezvous with the lost man-cub. {fade to Mowgli walking aimlessly} [Kaa picks Mowgli from the ground and raises to the branch he is on] Mowgli: Kaa, it’s you! Kaa: Yesss, man-cub, so nice to see you again. sss-sss-sss. Mowgli: Oh, go away. Leave me alone. Kaa: Let me look at you. [Mowgli turns away from Kaa’s eyes] You don’t want me to look at you? Then you look at me. Mowgli: No sir. I know what you’re trying to do, Kaa. Kaa: You do? Uh, I mean, you don’t trust me. Mowgli: No! Kaa: Then there’s nothing I can do to help? Mowgli: You want to help me? Kaa: Ss-certainly. I can see to it that you never have to leave this jungle. Mowgli: How could you do that? Kaa: Hmm? Oh, I have my own ss-subtle little ways. But first, you must trust me. Mowgli: I don’t trust anyone anymore. Kaa: I don’t blame you. I’m not like those so-called fair-weather friends of yours. You can believe in me. [Kaa finally gets to see into Mowgli’s eyes long enough] (singing) Trust in me Just in me Shut your eyes And trust in me Hold still, please You can sleep Safe and sound Knowing I Am around Slip into silent slumber Sail on a silver mist Slowly and surely your senses Will cease to resist [Mowgli snores while standing on his head on the tip of Kaa’s tail] You’re snoring. Mowgli: Sorry. Kaa: Trust in me And just in me [Shere Khan appears below and listens] Shut your eyes And trust in me [Shere Khan pulls Kaa by the tail, making a doorbell sound] Kaa: Huh? Ow, now what? I’ll be right down. Yes? Yes? Who is it? Shere Khan comes from behind the tree: It’s me, Shere Khan I’d like a word with you, if you don’t mind. Kaa: Shere Khan. What a ss-surprise. Shere Khan: Yes, isn’t it? I just dropped by, forgive me if I’ve interrupted anything. Kaa: Oh no, nothing at all. Shere Khan bares claws: I thought you were entertaining someone up there in your coils. Kaa: Coils? Someone? Oh, I was just curling up for my siesta. Shere Khan: But you were singing to someone. [he grabs Kaa’s neck] Who is it, Kaa? Kaa: Uh, who? Uh, no. Well I was just singing to myself. Shere Khan: Indeed. Kaa: Yes, yes, you see, I have trouble with my ss-sinuses. Shere Khan: What a pity. Kaa: Oh, you have no idea. It’s ss-simply terrible. I can’t eat, I can’t ss-sleep, so I sing myself to sleep. You know, self-hypnosis. Let me show you how it works. (sings) Trust in me. [Kaa moves to Shere Khan’s eyes, but he drops his paw over Kaa’s head, moving it to the ground] Mmm-fff! Shere Khan: I can’t be bothered with that. I have no time for that sort of nonsense. Kaa (from under paw): Some other time, perhaps? Shere Khan: Perhaps. But at the moment I am searching for a man-cub. Kaa (released): Man-cub? What man-cub? Shere Khan: The one who is lost. Now where do you suppose he could be? Kaa shrugs: Search me. Shere Khan: That’s an excellent idea. I’m sure you wouldn’t mind showing me your coils, would you, Kaa? Kaa: Uh, ss-certainly not. [puts down the end of his tail] Nothing here [shows his open mouth] And nothing in here. [Mowgli in the coils above snores. Shere Khan glances up and Kaa makes snorting sounds] Kaa: My ss-sinuses. Shere Khan: Hmm. Indeed. And now, how about the middle? Kaa: The middle? Oh, the middle. [He puts down his middle, leaving Mowgli in much less coils] Kaa: Ha-ha, absolutely nothing in the middle. Shere Khan: Hmmm. Really? Well, if you do just happen to see the man-cub, you will inform me first. Understand? Kaa gulps: I get the point. Cross my heart, hope to die. Shere Khan: Good show. And now I must continue my search for the helpless little lad. [Shere Khan leaves] Kaa: Ooh, who does he think he’s fooling? “Helpless little lad” Ooh, he gives me the shivers [Kaa shivers, and completely looses grip on now awake Mowgli] Picking on that poor little helpless boy… oh, yes, poor little helpless boy. [Mowgli pushes Kaa’s coils off the branch and he falls down, hitting his head on some branches along the way – just like earlier.] Kaa: Oooh! Mowgli: You told me a lie, Kaa. You said I could trust you. Kaa: It’s like you said. You can’t trust anyone! [He lunges at Mowgli, but a knot on his tail stops him. Mowgli leaves] If I never see that skinny little shrimp again, it will be too soon. Ooh.. my ss-sacroiliac. {fade to the vultures sitting on a dead tree} Buzzy yawns: Hey, Flaps, what we gonna do? Flaps: I don’t know. What you wanna do? Ziggy: I got it! Let’s flap over to the east side of the jungle! They’ve always got a bit of action, a bit of a swinging scene. All right? Buzzy: Ah, come off it! Things are right dead all over. Ziggy: You mean you wish they were! [they laugh] Dizzy: Very funny. Buzzy: Okay, so what we gonna do? Flaps: I don’t know, what you wanna do? Buzzy: Look, Flaps, first I say, “what we gonna do?” and then you say, “what you wanna do?”, they I say, “what we gonna do?”, you say “what you wanna do?”, “what you gonna do”, “what you wanna” – let’s do something! Flaps: Okay. What you wanna do? Buzzy: Oh, blimey, there you go again. The same once again! Ziggy: I’ve got it! This time, I’ve really got it. Buzzy: So you got it. So what we gonna do? Dizzy: Hold it lads. Look, look what’s coming our way. Flaps: Hey, what in the world is that? Ziggy: What a crazy looking bunch of bones. Dizzy: Yeah, and the’re all walking about by themselves [They look at Mowgli who sits down on a stone] Buzzy: So what we gonna do? Flaps: I don’t know– and now don’t start that again! Ziggy: Come on lads, come one let’s have some fun with this little fella, this little [flockey?] [They all fly down to Mowgli] Flaps: Blimey, he’s got legs like a storky. Buzzy: Like a stork, heh-heh, but he ain’t got no feathers. [Vultures laugh] Mowgli: Go ahead. Laugh. I don’t care. [He walks off] Dizzy: What’s wrong with him? Flaps: I think we overdid it. Dizzy: We were just having a bit of fun that’s all. Buzzy: Just look at him. What a poor little fella. You know, he must be down on his luck. Dizzy: Yeah, or he wouldn’t be in our neighbourhood. Buzzy: Hey, new kid, wait a minute, hey! Mowgli: Just leave me alone. Buzzy: Oh, come on, come on, what’s wrong? You know, you look like you haven’t got a friend in the world. Mowgli: I haven’t. Dizzy: Haven’t you got a mother or a father? Mowgli: No. Nobody wants me around. Buzzy: Yeah, we know how you feel. Dizzy: Nobody wants us around, either. Buzzy: We may look a bit shabby, but we’ve got hearts. Dizzy: And feelings, too. Buzzy: And just to prove it to you, we’re gonna let you join our little group. Flaps: Kid, we’d like to make you an honorary vulture. Mowgli: Thanks, but I’d rather be on my own alone. Buzzy: Uh, now look, kid, everybody’s got to have friends. Hey, fellas, are we his friends? Flaps,Dizzy,Ziggy sing: We’re your friends We’re your friends We’re your friends to the bitter end Buzzy: The bitter end Flaps: When you’re alone Buzzy, Dizzy, Ziggy: When you’re alone Flaps: Who comes around? Buzzy, Dizzy, Ziggy: Who comes around? Flaps: To pluck you up Buzzy: give us a smile Buzzy, Ziggy, Dizzy: When you are down Flaps: And when you’re Flaps, Ziggy, Dizzy: outside looking in who’s there To open the door? Buzzy: come on, kid, we need a tenor Flaps, Ziggy, Dizzy: That’s what friends are for. Who’s always eager to extend [Mowgli smiles] A friendly claw? That’s what friends are for And when you’re lost In dire need Who’s at your side At lightning speed [Shere Khan hears them] We’re friends of ev’ry creature Coming down the pike In fact we never met an animal We didn’t like Buzzy: Heh, heh. you take it kid Vultures with Mowgli: Didn’t like Buzzy: So you can see Ziggy: can see Buzzy: We’re friends Ziggy, Dizzy: we’re friends Buzzy: We’re friends in need Ziggy, Dizzy, Flaps: friends in need Buzzy: And friends indeed Friends indeed [various a-capella] Buzzy: Take it easy lads, steady, steady. Ziggy, Dizzy, Flaps: You’re staying in the jungle… Buzzy: W-w-watch it! Vultures: Forevermore Buzzy: b-bore.. Shere Khan: That’s what friends Are For! Bravo, bravo! An extraordinary performance. And thank you for detaining my victim. Flaps: D-don’t mention it, your highness. Shere Khan: Ha-ha-ha. Boo. [Vultures run and fly back to their tree] Dizzy: Let’s get out of here Buzzy: Give me room! Run friend! Run! Mowgli: Run? Why should I run? Shere Khan: Why should you run? Could it be possible that you don’t know who I am? Mowgli: I know you all right. You’re Shere Khan. Shere Khan: Precisely. Then you should also know that everyone runs from Shere Khan. Mowgli: You don’t scare me. I won’t run from anyone. Shere Khan: Ah, you have spirit for one so small. And such spirit is deserving of a sporting chance. Now, I am going to close my eyes and count to ten. It makes the chase more interesting. For me. One. Two. Three. [Mowgli walks] Four.. [Shere Khan turns and looks] [Mowgli picks up a branch] You’re trying my patience. [Baloo appears] 5-6-7-8-9-10! [Shere Khan pounces at Mowgli (who drops his branch), but Baloo holds him by the tail] Baloo: Run, Mowgli, run! Shere Khan: Let go, you big oaf! Baloo: Take it easy, hold it, hold it. Whoa, easy, easy. Buzzy: He’s got a tiger by the tail. Dizzy: And he’d better hang on, too. [Shere Khan bites Baloo] Baloo: Yeow! Mowgli hits Shere Khan with the branch: Take that, you big bully! Flaps: Let him have it! Hit him! Mowgli: Baloo, help me! Baloo: Somebody do something with that kid Dizzy: Come on, lads! [Flaps and Ziggy carry Mowgli away] Buzzy: He’s safe now, ha-ha-ha, you can let go, Baloo! Baloo: Are you kiddin’? There’s teeth on the other end! [Shere Khan gets Baloo on the ground before him] Shere Khan: I’ll kill you for this! Mowgli: Let go! Baloo needs help! [Lightning breaks a tree and ignites it] Buzzy: Fire! It’s the only thing old stripes is afraid of! Flaps: Get the fire, we’ll do the rest [Shere Khan knocks Baloo out] Vultures: Charge! Punch and blow! Shere Khan: Stay out of this, you mangy fools. Buzzy: Yeah, yeah, missed by a mile! Yeah, pull his blinkin’ whiskers! Flaps: He’s a bloomin’ pussycat! [Mowgli ties a blazing branch to Shere Khan’s tail] Dizzy: Look behind you, chum. [Shere Khan runs away, getting burnt by the fire on every step] Buzzy: Well, that was the last of him. Ziggy: Old stripes took off like a flaming comet Buzzy: Well, come on, let’s go congratulate our friend. Dizzy: Hold it, fellas. Now’s not the time for it. Look. [Mowgli comes to Baloo, who is lying without signs of life] Mowgli: Baloo? Baloo, get up. Oh please, get up. Oh. [Bagheera arrives] Bagheera: Mowgli, try to understand. Mowgli: Bagheera, what’s the matter with him? Bagheera: You’ve got to be brave, like Baloo was. Mowgli: You don’t mean — oh, no, Baloo. Bagheera: Now, now. I know how you feel. But you must remember, Mowgli, Greater love hath no one than he who lays down his life for his friend. [Baloo opens his eyes] When great deeds are remembered in this jungle one name will stand above all others. Our friend, Baloo the bear. Baloo: He’s cracking me up… Bagheera: The memory of Baloo’s sacrifice and bravery will forever be engraved on our saddened hearts. Baloo: Beautiful. [meanwhile, rain stopped and sun begins to shine through again] Bagheera: This spot where Baloo fell will always be a hallowed place in the jungle, for there lies one of nature’s noblest creatures. Baloo: I wish my mother could’ve heard this. Bagheera: It’s best we leave now. Come along, man-cub. Baloo raises and speaks loud: Don’t stop now, Baddy, you’re doing great! There’s more, lots more! Bagheera: Why you, big fraud! You, you four-flusher! I-I’m fed up! Mowgli: Baloo, you’re all right! Baloo: Ha-ha. Who me? Sure I am. Never felt… better. Mowgli: You sure had us worried Baloo: Ahh, I was just takin’ five. You know, playing it cool. he-ha, but he was too easy. Mowgli: Good old papa bear. Dizzy: It’s going to be a bit dull without the little bloke, isn’t it? Buzzy: Yeah, so what we gonna do? Flaps: I don’t know — and now don’t start that again! {dissolve to Baloo, Mowgli and Bagheera walking} Baloo: Hey Baggy, too bad you missed the action. You should have seen how I made a sucker out of stripes with that left in his face. Boom, boom, I was giving him wham!. You know, we’re some good sparring partners. Mowgli: You better believe it! Baloo: Yes, sir! Nothing or nobody is ever gonna come between us again. [the Girl’s voice is heard] Girl sings: My own home My own home My own home My own home Mowgli: Look, what’s that? Bagheera: Oh, it’s the man-village. Mowgli: No, no, I mean that. Baloo: Forget about those, they ain’t nothing but trouble. Mowgli: Just a minute. I’ve never seen one before. Baloo: So you’ve seen one, so let’s go Mowgli: I’ll be right back, I want a better look. Baloo: Mowgli, wait a minute– Bagheera: Ahh Baloo, let him have a better look. [Mowgli climbs on a tree branch over the river where the Girl came to water] Girl sings: Father’s hunting in the forest Mother’s cooking in the home I must go to fetch the water ‘Til the day that I am grown ‘Til I’m grown ‘Til I’m grown I must go to fetch the water ‘Til the day that I have grown [Mowgli watches her and falls down in the water. Girl giggles and Mowgli hides in some bushes] Then I will have a handsome husband [Baloo has a funny look at this line] And a daughter of my own And I’ll send her to fetch the water I’ll be cooking in the home Mmm-mmm Mmm-mmm Then I’ll send her to fetch the water I’ll be cooking in my home [She carries the water in a big clay pot on her head and then drops it so it rolls to Mowgli] Girl: Oh! Baloo: She did that on purpose! Bagheera: Obviously. [Mowgli picks the pot, fills it with water and holds for Girl. She looks at him and walks to the village, humming. Mowgli carries water after her] Baloo: Mowgli, come back, come back! Bagheera: Go on, go on! [Mowgli hesitates and then, after Girl looks at him again, smiles broadly, shrugs, and enters the village] Baloo: He is hooked. Bagheera: Ahh, it was inevitable Baloo. The boy couldn’t help himself. It was bound to happen. Mowgli is where he belongs now. Baloo: Yeah. I guess you’re right. But I still think he’d have made one swell bear. Well, come on, Baddy buddy. Let’s get back to where we belong. And get with the beat! (singing): Look for the bare necessities The simple bare necessities Bagheera and Baloo: Forget about your worries and your strife I mean the bare necessities Are Mother Nature’s recipies That bring the bare necessities of life. {Music plays as Baloo and Bagheera walk away, zoom out, fade to colors of sunset} THE END A Walt Disney Production {fade to black} SCRIPT CREDITS
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