The Rescuers Down Under Page #3

I'm afraid your jolly little holiday

will have to wait.

What a bunch ofjokers.

But you don't understand,

a boy needs our help. He's in trouble.

Boy? You mean, a little kid kinda boy?

He was kidnapped.

Kidnapped? Oh, that's awful.

Locking up a little kid.

A kid should be free.

Free to run wild through the house

on Saturday mornings.

Free to have cookies and milk,

and get those little white mustaches.

Nobody's gonna take

a kid's freedom away while I'm around.

Does that mean you'll take us?

Storm or no storm,

Albatross Airlines, at your service!

Passengers are requested

to fasten their seat belts

and secure all carry-ons.

We'll be departing following our

pre-flight maintenance. Thank you.

Loosen up, get the blood flowing

up to the head.

And a couple of these...

(BACK CRACKS)

Okay, one's enough, there we go.

Ah, yeah! That feels better. Oh, baby.

Tie your kangaroos down, sports fans!

Here we come!

Let's go for it! Whoa! Hey!

I didn't adjust for the winds.

All right, we're gonna make it!

Gotta duck down lower.

Go under the wind, go under it!

Here we go! Whoo-hoo!

Ow! This is cold!

Slippery! Ice!

We got ice!

Whoa! Hang on now!

Here we go!

Whoa! Cowabunga!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

MISS BIANCA:
Captain, is this

a non-stop flight to Australia?

Well, not exactly no.

I could definitely say no.

We're gonna have to make

connections with a bigger bird.

Non-stop? What do I look like,

Charles Lindbergh?

Let me out of here!

Let me go! You can't do this!

Help!

Breaker, breaker, little mate.

I forgot to tell you around here,

you need to be quiet!

Or the rangers might hearyou.

Now sit down and relax,

enjoy the view.

Nothing but abandoned opal mines

as far as the eye can see.

And dead ahead, is home sweet home.

(SINGING) Home, home on the range

Where the critters

are tied up in chains

I cut through their sides

And I rip off their hides

And the next day, I do it again

Everybody!

Home, home on the range...

WOMAN:
Cody! Cody!

Cody!

MAN:
Ladies and gentlemen, Flight 12

is now approaching Sydney airport.

Make sure your seat belts

are fastened and tables secured.

Enjoy your stay in Australia.

- Are we there yet?

- Yes.

Perhaps we should wake up Wilbur.

All right, I'll get him up.

- Wilbur.

- (SNORING)

Wilbur!

- Just five more minutes, Ma.

- (MISS BIANCA SCREAMS)

- Wilbur!

- That's all I need, five more minutes.

Wilbur, are you awake?

- Get up, we're there!

- I'm up, I'm up.

Watch out!

Must have been sleeping on a bolt.

Oh, boy.

Throw another shrimp on the barbie,

'cause here I come!

- Here we go again!

- Cannonball!

Wee! (GIGGLING)

Gangway! Coming through.

Mice on board!

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