Fantastic Mr Fox, The Page #6

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- Anybody see you?

- I don't think so.

Here, put this bandit hat on.

I must say, I'm pleased to be invited,

but I'm not sure...

- I should be doing this, Uncle Foxy!

- Why not?

Because I don't like to be

dishonest with people!

Well, just keep your mouth shut,

and it won't be a problem!

Yeah, but I don't think

he should come with us, either.

We're not taking a vote!

You know, one time

this wolf I saw...

Wolf? What's with all the wolf talk?

Can we give it a rest, for once?

- Look at all this. Apple juice.

- Apple juice? Apple juice?

We didn't come here for apple juice.

This is some of the strongest, finest

alcoholic cider money can buy...

...or that can even be stolen.

It burns in your throat,

boils in your stomach,

...and tastes almost exactly like

pure, melted gold.

Y'all are trespassing, now.

Illegally.

Around these parts, we don't take kindly

to cider poachers.

You've aged badly, Rat.

You're getting a little long

in the tooth, yourself, partner.

Bean security, what?

Why you're wearing that badge?

What is it?

It's my job.

How's your old lady doing?

Do you refer to my wife?

She was the town tart, in her day.

Wild and foot-loose and...

...pretty as a mink stole.

Is that true?

Of course, not.

I mean, certainly, she lived.

We all did.

It was a different time.

Let's not use a double-standard.

- She marched against the...

- But town tart?

Shut up.

That was close, Rat.

Be careful.

Oh, I'm as careful as a...

How many jars should I bring up,

Franklin?

I don't know.

Two, I guess.

You drank three yesterday, though.

Alright, take three.

No, two's plenty.

Oh, my cuss.

Is she blind?

I think she might have astigmatism.

Or possibly a cataract of some form.

Anyway, her eyes don't see well.

What'd I tell you?

This kid's a natural, am I right?

It's so good of you to come.

Lovely to see you.

Youre both looking splendid.

How've you been, Walter?

In good health, I trust?

Nathan? All is well?

Wonderful.

Any fox problems?

- Are you joking?

- It's horrible.

- We're miserable.

- He's laughing at us.

- It's humiliating.

- We're furious.

I don't even want to talk about it.

Perhaps we ought to kill him.

- Well, that seems rather obvious.

- He's too sneaky.

Ah, right. Of course.

He's very clever, isn't he?

Might be bit difficult, I suppose.

But I've already figured out

where this fox lives,

...and tomorrow night

we're gonna camp in the bushes,

...wait for him to come out

of the hole in his tree,

...and shoot the cuss to smithereens.

How's that grab you, fellas?

Yeah. Well, let's see.

Why not?

Another book party?

Woah! I didn't see you,

sitting in the dark over there.

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