Happy Feet Page #2

Oh, that's just a little thing he's got going.

He'll grow out of it.

Mama!

Oh, Memphis, he's gorgeous.

- Isn't he, though?

- Look at you.

I got something for you.

Open up.

Oh, I love the way she does that.

W, X, Y and Z

Good morning, class.

Good morning, Miss Viola.

Right.

Well, today we begin with the most

important lesson you will ever learn...

...at Penguin Elementary.

Does anyone know what that is?

Anyone? Anyone?

Someone? Seymour?

- Fishing?

- No.

Mumble?

Don't eat yellow snow?

No, that's not it, no.

- It's our Heartsong, Miss.

- Thank you, Gloria. Excellent, yes.

Without our Heartsong,

we can't be truly penguin, can we?

No.

But, my dears, it's not something

that I can actually teach you.

Does anybody know why?

Anyone? Anyone?

You can't teach it to us, ma'am...

...because we have to find

our Heartsongs all by ourselves.

Well done, you.

It's the voice you hear inside...

...who you truly are.

Yes. Thank you, Gloria.

Excellent, lovely, thank you.

So let's all be very still now.

Take a moment and let it come to you.

- I got one!

- Pick me!

- Pick me! Pick me!

- One at a time. Yes, Seymour.

Don't push me

'Cause I am close to the edge

I'm trying not to lose my head

Yes, I like that one. I could

really get jiggy with that. Lovely.

I'm ready. I got one.

Oh, I thought you might, Gloria.

Midnight creeps so slowly

Into hearts of those

Who need more than they get

Daylight deals a bad hand

To a penguin

Who has laid too many bets

That's as far as I got so far.

- Oh, yes, lovely. Really lovely.

- That's beautiful.

Well, Mumble, since

you seem so keen to share.

Mine's sort of a boom and a:

And another boom.

You heard that in there?

- Do you like it?

- I'm afraid that's not a tune.

- It's not?

- No, dear. A tune is like:

Oh, okay.

Who is that?

That is the offspring of Memphis

and Norma Jean.

The wee hippity-hopper.

It's not funny!

No. No, not in the least.

A penguin without a Heartsong

is hardly a penguin at all.

I think he broke my ear.

In all my years, I've never, I mean--

And you having such fine voices.

Well, it's bizarre.

Did anything happen, you know,

during early development?

No, all fine. Normal incubation.

- Right.

- Wasn't it, honey?

Yeah. Yeah, it was a tough winter,

I guess.

Right, right.

- He did hatch a little late--

- Yes, I understand. Yes.

- To think he might spend his life alone...

- Quite, quite.

...never to meet his one true love.

Oh, please, Miss Viola,

isn't there something we can do?

Well, there is always Mrs. Astrakhan.

Mrs. Astrakhan?

If anyone can, Mrs. Astrakhan can.

Can't sing?

Can't sing? Rubbish, darling.

Every little penguin has a song.

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