Rock-A-Doodle Page #4

comes sneaking through the window

and has the nerve to bite me on the leg?

Who, who, who, who, who?

- Who?

- Patou.

(gasps)

Yes!

Patou, Patou

- Destroy the farm,

destroy the cat, the dog,

or do you want the chicken back?

No, we hate the sun

The answer's noooo

It'll make my leg feel so much better

if that rooster never crows!

(laughs maniacally)

We hate the sun

That much we know

Rain!

We hate the rooster.

we'll never let it crow

Never let him crow!

We hate the sun

From head to toe

From head to toe!

We hate the rooster,

we'll never let it crow.

Never let it crow

Never let it crow.

(crashing)

Aaahhh!

- Uncle Dukey, Uncle Dukey.

(yells)

I wish you wouldn't do that.

- Hunch, I told you never to call me that.

- Yes, sir.

No sir, sir.

But guess what I just saw,

Patou the dog floating in

a toybox down the river,

and he has this cute little

white kitty with him--

(yells)

- Hunch, my little pygmy nephew.

Come to your uncle.

(jumbled organ notes)

- Ah!

- [Patou] Meanwhile, bound for the city,

Edmond steered us through the

perils of the flooded river.

- [Peepers] Starboard ho!

- [Snipes] Starboard who?

Left or right?

- [Edmond] Uh-oh.

Giant tree, a hundred feet and closing!

- Jumpin' Jehosaphat!

We need wind power!

- 40 feet!

- Well guys, I-I think

I'm slowing you down.

Yeah, I'll see you later, guys.

- 30 feet!

- Ahh!

- Come on, Patou, pull on this.

It worked!

- Turn now!

(screaming)

This is the right way, guys!

(humming "Ride of the Valkyries")

- Okay guys, you heard the Duke.

Total and complete, oh-ho, annihilation.

Bombs away!

- Aah!

Hey!

- Bombs away, bombs away!

- Edmond, grab ahold!

- Ooh ho ho, gotcha--

Oow!

- Get my camera!

- Huh?

What does he want with a camera?

- Get that camera.

- Ooh, I gotcha, kitty.

- Put me down!

(growling)

- Say cheese!

- Oooh!

- Ha ha, we got 'em.

- Uh-oh...

- Oh no!

- Get the lid.

- Ahah, adequate pipe.

- L-Let me outta here.

I can't breathe!

Help, I need air.

- What's wrong with him?

- He's claustrophobic.

Teeny-weeny tight spaces

make him very, very nervous.

- Uh-oh.

Uh-oh!

- Get him away from the lid.

- Help, we're trapped,

we're trapped like rats.

We're trapped, we're

trapped, we're trapped.

Trapped like rats...

- Come back here, you crazy bird.

Now settle down, you're rockin' the boat.

- I can't breathe...

- Don't make me lose my temper, Snipes.

- I need air, I don't wanna swim.

Mommy, we're trapped Mommy!

- Settle down.

- Patou!

- Oh, no.

- Aah!

(coughing)

That was close.

Mercy.

- Oh no!

- [Peepers] Abandon ship, abandon ship!

(screaming)

(coughing and spluttering)

- What's that smell?

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