Fantastic Mr Fox, The Page #4

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- I beg your pardon?

- What's that mean?

That means I didn't understand

what you just said.

- A wet-sandwich?

- Yeah, a wet-sandwich.

He's too short.

He dresses like a girl. He's...

...different.

Are you a bully?

You're starting to sound like a bully.

Watch this.

You've just destroyed

the whole experiment.

We'd better extinguish this magnesium.

Stand back.

Wow!

I like your ears.

- Mine?

- Thank you! I like your spots!

- Really?

I used to cover them up.

But, you know...

You're supposed to be my lab partner.

- I am!

- No, you're not.

You're disloyal.

A few beagles, as we discussed,

but we're ready for that.

Yeah, but back in the old days,

didn't they used to do a thing

where if somebody saw a wolf, and...

Wolf? What wolf?

Oh, nothing? Never mind.

Here comes the low stone wall.

Not a problem.

What the cuss?

Where'd this giant fence come from?

- We had a master plan!

- What's this lightning bolt?

That could mean maybe this fence

might be electric.

Well, I just hope it doesn't mean thunder.

Because I have a phobia of that.

Watch this.

Beagles love blueberries!

Didn't I tell you?

The master plan's working again!

Now! This is the tricky part.

One of us got to jump

that barbed-wire,

...slide under the tire-spikes,

and flip open the fence-latch.

- Who's it gonna be?

- Not me.

You know who could do this part

easily is Kristofferson.

That kid's like a professional,

Olympic-level...

Why don't we go around that way?

There's no obstacles.

Yeah. That's better.

- I said one bite!

- I'm trying!

I have a different kind of teeth

from you! I'm an opossum!

Give me that.

That's so grisly!

There's blood and everything!

Follow me.

Hey, what's the master escape plan?

Follow me again!

Quick!

Give me that.

Alright. Let's hit the five

and dime on the way home!

We need to make some fake price tags

and wrap these chickens in wax-paper

...so it looks like we got them

at the butcher shop!

Where'd you get this chicken?

I picked it up at the Five-and-Dime

last night on my way back...

It's got a Boggis Farms tag

around its ankle.

Must've escaped from there

before I bought it.

It's Bunce tonight! He's got a

refrigerated smokehouse with

- a hundred geese...

- Woah! Woah!

I thought you said we were only

doing one last big job.

We are, but it's... not done yet.

It's a triple-header.

Let see some hustle!

Coach, we don't have whack-bat

where I'm from. What're the rules?

There's no whack-bat

on the other side of the river!?

No, we mostly just run grass sprints

or play acorns.

Well, it's real simple:

basically, there's three grabbers,

three taggers, five twig-runners,

...and the player at whack-bat.

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