The Last Flight of Noah's Ark Page #2

- Here, duck, duck.

- Be careful, Mr. Dugan.

- Don't worry, l know what l'm doing.

You stupid duck. Come here. Yes.

Come here. Come here, ducky.

Come here. l got you.

l got you, you spatulated pigeon.

Try that again

and it'll be candied yams and apple sauce.

- Oh!

- (bangs head)

Coslough.

You don't suppose our friend Dugan

is trying to give us the slip here, do you?

Uh...

Yeah, that's what l thought.

Let's get over there.

Stoney, do yourself a favor

and set a fire to this bucket of bolts

and collect the insurance.

And while you're at it,

get yourself another pilot.

Mr. Stoney, if he goes, l go to the police.

Dugan, you can't walk out now.

That woman has the Lord's work to do.

She needs you.

You're right, Stoney, l'll do it,

but we gotta leave now.

Now?

See that car? Two guys in there want to

talk to me and l do not want to talk to them.

l don't care what you do.

l'll fly your plane, just get rid of them.

OK, let's get the rest

of the animals loaded.

- But, Mr. Dugan...

- Move it, lady. We'll talk later.

Dugan?

Oh... Yeah. l...

l... l think he's in my office.

Follow me.

This way.

All right, Mr. Dugan, will you take Agnes?

- All right. She won't hurt you.

- (pig squeals)

OK.

Yeah, he must've stepped out for a minute.

But he should be back shortly.

Oh, come in, come in,

let's sit down and wait for him here.

Yes, make yourselves comfortable,

gentlemen. Sit down. Sit down.

Come on, you mule-headed,

slab-sided tub of meat.

Get up here before l leave you behind.

- Hollering won't do any good.

- Yeah, who says?

My dad. He knew all about animals. He

said you gotta talk slow and easy to them.

- Let them know you wanna be their friend.

- Kid, l don't wanna be their friend.

l hate animals.

They stink, they're dirty and they're dumb

and they're dynamite

when they get scared.

Brutus isn't dirty and he isn't dumb.

Watch out, l'll do it.

- Oh, yeah, you're gonna do it, huh?

- Yeah.

Watch.

Here, Brutus, come on, boy.

Come on.

(lows)

See?

Well, you can put another bug

in his ear, kid.

Tell him if he raises any kind of a ruckus

while we're in the air,

he'll end up on a barbecue.

You're the one that belongs on a barbecue,

hollering at helpless creatures.

- Helpless?

- Come on, Brutus, this is no place for you.

Come here, kid, just watch yourself.

The ramp's going up.

He'll be back. He'll be right back.

- Jimmy...

- OK, kids, we're closing shop.

Everybody off.

Miss... uh... Come on, let's get

the little darlings off, we're closing shop.

Be careful.

Follow me, children.

- So long, Petey, l won't ever forget you.

- You really are my best buddy.

l'm gonna miss you a lot.

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