Five Weeks in a Balloon Page #5

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Fine. But I'm a reporter, not a reformer.

I demand we return

to Zanzibar right now.

Out of the question.

Then I withdraw

our financial support.

That's a pity. How do we pay

our hotel bills in the jungle?

We are quite safe now...

and we've a bunch

of planning to be up to.

Four thousand miles of it.

Will you join me

in the chart room, General?

- We've failed.

- Not yet.

Hey, you, Jacky boy,

you're my last hope.

I appeal to you as a fellow American.

- But I'm Canadian.

- You don't look it.

It's a common mistake.

I'm a next-door neighbor from Niagara Falls.

Yeah, well, will you be a good neighbor and

steer this flying booby hatch back to Zanzibar?

- Steer? You're joking, of course.

- What do you mean by that?

Only the wind steers a balloon.

Where it goes, we go.

Well, then, how do you expect

to find a target 4,000 miles away?

That's simple. The wind blows

east to west. We just hitch a ride.

But we can change course if necessary.

- How do you do that?

- Well, there are plenty of crosswinds up there.

We go up, test different levels...

till we find a breeze

blowing in the right direction.

I hear you talking, but it

still doesn't make any sense.

And if something gets in our way,

we just blow the whistle.

The whistle?

Hush, man! Be quiet!

I tell you, the slavers

are right here, right now.

You are 200 miles off.

They are here in the Segalia foothills.

Sir, you are wrong. They

are at the Senegal River.

Piffle.

Here am I

What a lucky guy

As the world goes floating by

In the open air

without a care

Five weeks in a balloon

I wouldn't trade

my place today

With the king of Mandalay

High and low and away we go

Five weeks in a balloon

With the wonders

of nature below me

And the limitless sky

up above me

I will touch the stars

and bow to Mars

Five weeks in a balloon

During the day

I will ride on a sunbeam

During the night

I will rest on a moonbeam

I'll be lulled to sleep

No counting sheep

Five weeks in a balloon

When I'm floating

high up in the blue

There is nothing I can't do

I'm taller than an elephant

and twice as powerful too

So come with me

and you will see

Why I'm happy as can be

And you'll be too

when you've been through

Five weeks in a balloon

Five weeks in a balloon

There you are, Sir Henry.

If our instruments do not

play us false, I should place us here.

- Agreed?

- Agreed.

- Take her down, Jacques.

- Down?

Aye, we do not fly after dark.

We might hit a mountain.

- Supper when we land, gentlemen.

- Now, wait a minute.

What if the natives down there

want supper too- us?

You know, they could sneak up

on us during the night.

Oh, that'd be very bad form. It's an axiom

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