Rock-A-Doodle Page #2

Mom!

- Boys, the levee's breaking!

- Chanticleer!

Chanticleer!

(explosion)

- [Patou] Edmond had the right

idea to call for Chanticleer,

but he never coulda guessed

who was gonna answer.

(heavy footsteps)

- Chanticleer?

- No, it's not Chanticleer.

- Who...

Who are you?

- You put your finger in

the Duke's face, remember?

These are expensive, brat!

But that is not why the

Duke is going to eat you.

- Eat me?

- Oh dear, now I've gone

and spoiled the surprise.

Oh, always doing that.

But you see, we creatures of the night

have worked very hard

to make absolutely sure

that that bird does not return.

You, you, with no regard

for the feelings of others,

had the nerve to call

him back here by name!

And besides, I positively

loathe rock and roll.

(laughing maniacally)

- You're not gonna eat me!

- [Patou] And that's when

the Duke hit the ceiling.

If Edmond wanted to bring

Chanticleer back to raise the sun,

the Duke was gonna have

somethin' to say about it.

- Kittens are more digestible.

- [Patou] Young Edmond was about to have

the most amazing adventure

he'd ever dreamed of.

(yowling)

(evil laughter)

- Mom, Dad, wake me up!

- [Patou] This is where I come in.

(chomp)

(yelling)

- You'll pay for this, Patou!

This does not concern you.

- It does if it's about Chant--

- The light, the owls hate the light!

(+screams)

- Whew.

Hey, hey boy.

We were this close.

Oh, that flashlight biz was

quick thinking on your part.

What's your name, little fella?

- Edmond.

Is he gone?

- Yeah, he's gone, but he'll be back

and he won't be alone, the coward.

I woulda whopped him if

I'da had my shoes tied.

But you know something, tying shoes

is harder than dry dog food.

- Whatcha wearing shoes for?

- Bunions.

I got a load of bunions,

and them shoes help my feet.

- Here, let me show you how to tie 'em.

(gasps)

Jeepers, I'm all furry!

- Well, kittens are furry.

- But, but, I'm a little boy.

(yowling scream)

(gulp)

Did that come outta me?

I'm, I'm a cat, he turned me into a cat!

Help me, do something!

I can't be a cat, I'm a boy!

Patou, what'll I do?

- Alright, steady boy, keep your pants on.

(gasps)

- Yuck!

What am I doing, I'm licking myself.

(sniffing)

- [Peepers] Patou!

- I'm in here.

- By my calculations, this

can't possibly be the city.

Let's see. 367 southeast...

Or is it 676?

(gasps)

(laughing)

- It's okay Peepers, it's Edmond.

He's a nice kitty.

- I'm a boy!

And I almost ate a mouse.

I must be crazy.

- You bet your sweet whiskers.

- Wow.

- Ain't no city around here.

- Oh, sadness.

- Hey, aren't you gonna tie my shoes?

- I can't, I can't help anybody.

I'm too little.

I'm a scrawny furball runt.

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