The Nut Job Page #3

- Banishment?

Bandages? Yes, please.

Why are you hesitating?

He's refused to join us,

ridiculed our hard work,

stolen, cheated, lied,

and now destroyed our

only food for winter.

What say all?

And stick 'em up!

Why is the ground

moving towards my face?

We don't convict without a trial.

This isn't how we do things.

Uh...

I have run out of options

for that squirrel, Andie.

Do what you will,

do what is right.

Oh! (STAMMERS)

Buddy has not voted, and it has

to be unanimous, that's the rule.

You won't vote against me,

will you, old buddy?

Buddy?

You were saying?

(GEESE HONKING)

MOLE:
By the authority granted by

Raccoon and the park community...

Oh! This is too high...

Surly Squirrel is

hereby banished to the city,

never to return to our

beloved Liberty Park.

Ugh! Can I please get down now?

You should have

had a trial, Surly.

I'm sorry.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

This is my punishment, Buddy.

Huh.

This ain't so bad.

(GASPS) Ahh!

(SCREAMS)

(CHOKES)

Oh! Filthy rat!

(GRUNTS)

(SIGHS)

(YELLS)

MAN:
Hey! Whoa! Is that a rat?

WOMAN:
Oh, my!

(SCREAMS)

Shoes. Shoes.

Gotta tail.

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

Hey!

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

(SNIFFLES)

(THUDDING)

(GROANS)

(SCREAMS)

No, no, no, Buddy, Buddy, Buddy,

speak to me, pal, come on.

Come on, snap out of it,

come on, speak to me, pal,

come on, come on,

come on, snap out of it.

(SIGHS)

Boy, it feels good to have a...

Hey, what are you doing?

Get your hands off me.

Beat it back to that park.

It's dangerous out here.

Besides,

you'll just get in my way.

I don't need anybody.

(RUSTLING)

You guys looking for

that squirrel? Me, too.

(CHUCKLES) Oops.

(PANTING)

(SHUSHING)

(RATS SNARLING)

(GASPS)

Hey, fellas,

come on, come on, come on.

I'm cool with rats.

My best friend's a rat.

There he is!

(SCREAMS)

(BLOWS RASPBERRY)

(ALL COOING NERVOUSLY)

Go on, be free. Be free.

Come on, come on, come on.

(YELLS)

Buddy, Buddy, come on! Here we go.

(GRUNTING)

We did it. We're away.

Ha!

(GASPS)

(PIGEON SQUAWKING)

Whoa!

Let's go tell the boss.

(SOBBING)

I can't do this anymore.

No food, no home. Rat gangs.

I'm gonna die out here, Buddy.

I don't know, I mean, maybe

they could take me back.

I'd do public service. I'll

read to that blind woodchuck.

I'll even listen to Raccoon. I'll do

anything. I'll do whatever it takes to...

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

Okay. We get in.

We fill our bellies.

But we do it my way.

(JOINTS CRACKING)

(SCREAMS)

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

(GRUNTING)

Forget it, Buddy. That's not gonna work.

Let me handle this.

(CAR APPROACHING)

FINGERS:
We got 100.

LUCKY:
20%. Twenty of 100,

that's what 20% is.

- You didn't go to school?

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