Rock-A-Doodle Page #3

Mom and Dad won't even recognize me!

Mom, Dad, help!

(thunder)

Oh, Chanticleer.

- What?

- If he doesn't come back and crow soon,

it won't shine again and the

rain will keep coming down

and the water will get higher and higher

'til, 'til...

We all drown.

- Wowie wow wow wow wow!

Are we close, are we near the city?

Us magpies are just made for the city.

Come on already, hurry up, Peepers!

- We are not looking for the city.

We are looking for Chanticleer.

- Well he's in the city, isn't he?

- Then he is in the city.

- Girls, they think they know everything.

Why don't you run home, be

a mousewife, make cheese.

- Snipes, you think you're so superior.

- "Thuperior."

Nice lisp.

- My lisp isolates and elevates me,

and makes me a rare specimen.

- Ah, this is flippin' garbage!

(arguing)

- Pipe down, you two.

- The story's true!

You all laughed at him and he went away.

- You're right, son.

We done wrong, and that's why

we're searchin' for the city.

We gotta find Chanti and apologize.

- Then he'll forgive us...

- Come home...

- [Chicks] And raise the sun!

- Well, I know where the city is.

I've been there lots of times as a boy.

- A boy?

- Before that big owl

turned me into a cat!

- Owl?

(snorts) Owl?

- Edmond, would you take us to the city?

- I can't.

Look at me, I'm a cat.

No, a little kitty.

What can I do?

- I can do lots of things, and

I'm a lot smaller than you.

And furthermore, I could

forgive you for being a cat

if you would take us to the city.

Of course, if you're a fraidy-cat...

- I'm not afraid!

- Or like, a scaredy-cat...

- Me, scared?

- Hey, guys...

- Lay off the boy.

- Hey, hey guys...

- Okay, okay!

I'm not afraid of anything.

I'll take you to the city

and find Chanticleer.

(animals laughing)

And bring him home, and save

Dad and Mom and the farm.

- Alright, hope you can swim, guys.

- [Edmond] Oh no!

(coughing)

We don't have to swim,

we'll go by boat.

- Oh, this is serious.

- Peepers, you'll need

this if those owls return.

- Here!

- Owls?

- I'm sticking with you.

- Well fellas, this is it.

(gulps)

- [Snipes] The city!

The lights, the chicks, the food.

- Bye, good luck with the owls!

- Owls?

(whimpers)

(thunder)

- [Patou] Yep, owls.

While Edmond set our course

for the city in the USS Toybox,

the Duke and his owls

were back in their lair

stirrin' up some powerful nasty weather.

(low organ music)

- So he turns on the Duke, and with what

do you suppose he turns on the Duke?

- [All] What, Master?

- A flashlight!

What a horrible thing to do

What a horrible thing to do

Thing to doooo

- But then, when my back is turned,

what four-legged flea-bitten louse

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