The Three Caballeros

We're three happy chappies

with snappy serapes

You'll find us

beneath our sombreros

We're brave and we'll stay so

We're bright as a peso

Who says so, we say so

We're Three Caballeros

Oh, through fair

Or stormy weather

We're always together

So let come what may

Like brother to brother

we're all for each other

The Three Caballeros

Forever we'll stay

Oh!

"Felicitations to Donald Duck...

on his birthday, Friday the 13th...

from his friends in Latin America."

Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy!

What a pleasant surprise.

Whoops.

Ah, now, isn't that wonderful?

Which one should I open first?

My mama told me to take...

this one!

I wonder what's in it.

Oh, boy! Home movies!

Just what I wanted.

Well, well, well.

Well, doggone.

A little penguin.

Oh. What a cute little fella.

Well, what is this?

How do you open this thing, anyway?

On with the show.

The show must go on.

S, seor.

That means "strange birds."

Oh, sure, sure.

I know:
Birds.

Yes, amigo,

your feathered cousins.

You know, Donald, you have

more relatives here...

than there are coffee beans

in Brazil.

For instance, take the one

who lives way, way down...

But suppose we let my friend

Professor Holloway tell us about it.

From the beginning to...

El fin, the end.

Yes. Thank you.

Professor?

This story takes us

way down to the South Pole.

Rather than have you

stand on your heads...

let's turn the theater over.

There. That's better.

Two things you will find

most of down here...

are ice and penguins.

It's amazing that anybody

would want to live here...

but most penguins wouldn't

live anywhere else.

You couldn't find better weather

for fishing...

skiing, tobogganing...

or swimming.

And there is nothing the average

penguin likes better...

than a day at the beach.

Uh, but come on.

Let's meet Pablo.

He lives down at

the end of Main Street.

Let's go in and see

what's cookin'.

Pablo could never remember

having been warm enough...

and so his closest companion

was SmokeyJoe...

his little stove.

Between chills,

Pablo had one burning desire...

to spend the rest of his life

on some tropical shore.

So we see him bravely set forth

for the isle of his dreams.

The other penguins turned out

to give him a big send-off.

But when he gets just so far

away from his stove...

See what happens?

Too bad.

Perhaps he'll give up this wild idea.

But no.

He's off to another start.

This time he's bringing a friend.

Anyway, it was a hot idea.

Well, maybe he'll be content

to stay at home this time.

But no!

There he goes...

hotfooting it

to the land of the sun.

By now, the farewell committee

has been reduced to two.

Discouraging, isn't it?

Suddenly,

Pablo got one of those ideas...

that change a person's

whole life:
A boat.

But where would he get a boat?

Just watch.

Where there's a will,

there's a way, they say.

And now, the official launching.

Day after day,

the south wind carried him north.

One day,

a blanket of fog rolled in...

and it was so thick...

Must be near Cape Horn.

As the fog lifted...

he found himself headed straight

through the Straits of Magellan...

and northward

along Chile's rocky coast.

One day, a storm cloud came up...

just a little bitty

old storm cloud, though...

and just tried awful hard

to have its first storm.

Didn't amount to much, though.

One day on lookout,

Pablo had a bit of a shock...

a waterspout off the port bow!

But it proved to be

theJuan Fernandez Islands...

where Robinson Crusoe once lived...

and still does, apparently.

Four bells and all's well.

According to Pablo's chart,

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