Puss in Boots

[guitar strumming] [rhythmic tapping]

[orchestra plays flamenco music]

[whip cracks]

[male] Through the years, I have been known by many names.

Diablo Gato.

The Furry Lover.

Chupacabra.

Friskie Two-Times.

And the Ginger Hit Man. [chuckles]

But to most... I am Puss In Boots!

Outlaw.

[fan squeaking]

[snoring]

[chain clanks]

[purring snore]

I will never forget you... Margherita.

[meows]

I mean, Rosa. [chuckles]

Uh, sorry. I think maybe I should go.

[man snoring]

Hmm.

[snoring continues]

[floorboard creaks]

[shouts]

[shouts, grunts]

[both grunting]

[snickers]

[yowls]

[man] Oh! Ow! Ooh!

You cannot run forever, Puss In Boots!

[panting]

[sighs wistfully]

[blows kisses]

[Puss] What can I say? I was a bad kitty.

Just a fugitive from the law... forever running.

Searching for a way to clear my name.

And I would get that chance...

[sword whipping] ...on this one fateful night.

[fireworks whistle, explode] [celebratory howling]

[festive Latin music playing]

[cheering]

[chicken clucking]

[cheering]

[men chattering]

[derisive laughter]

Here, kitty, kitty! [laughs]

Raoul. Look what the cat dragged in.

Oh, wait... That is the cat!

[laughter] [Puss growls]

[grunts]

One leche, please.

What are you doing here, señor? Did you lose your ball of yarn?

[laughter]

[chuckles] So funny.

One leche coming up.

[grunts]

[cackling]

[Puss] I am not looking for trouble.

I am but a humble gato in search of his next meal.

Perhaps you gentlemen can help me find a simple score?

The only thing you'll find tonight is trouble... Puss In Boots.

[footsteps approach]

Well, perhaps if one of us were to tell the law that you are in town, we could split the reward.

[men shriek]

[tsk-tsking]

You made the cat angry.

You do not want to make the cat angry!

[clears throat] The Church of St. Michael has just put up a golden statue of the Virgin of Guadalupe.

I do not steal from churches.

The boys' orphanage has been donated silver candlesticks, they would look very lovely in your home.

I do not steal from orphans. Uh, what about Jack and Jill?

Shh! Are you crazy? The what?

The murderous outlaws Jack and Jill have gotten their hands on... magic beans.

Do not joke with me about magic beans!

I searched half my life for them. They do not exist.

No, cat. We have seen them.

These... are the beans of legend.

Huh? Whoa.

Grows a vine to the Land of Giants, and the Golden Goose.

The Golden Goose...

A heist like this could set you up for life.

All nine of them.

Show him the golden eggs.

No!

Please, you have shown enough.

Only a cat with a death wish would steal the beans from Jack and Jill.

The only wish I have is to repay an old debt.

And this is my chance.

Now...

...where do I find this Jack and Jill?

[squealing]

[swallows]

[plays slow ballad]

[low rumbling] Huh? [gasps]

[gasps] [stops playing]

[gasping] [dog yelps]

I'm sorry... we have no rooms.

[man groans] [thuds]

Well, I think one just opened up.

[man whimpers]

We'd like a complimentary continental breakfast.

And don't even think about skimpin' on them baby muffins.

[door locks]

[whimpering] We don't have any baby muffins.

[sobbing] [ballad resumes]

[Jack] You know, Jill...

...I been thinking.

[Jill sighing] Get it out.

I, um... Once we're done with this magic bean business and got ourselves all them beautiful golden eggs...

Mm-hm, go on.

...that we cut down on some of the hijacking and murdering.

I mean, it's fun and all, but, uh...

...I want a baby.

[barking]

[fireworks crackle] [distant cheering]

[Jill] A baby what, Jack?

[Jack] A baby us, Jill.

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