Sunday, March 27, 2016
The Pixie Fairies Rescue Squad off-screen voices
NARRATOR: Some people say that
fairies are the stuff of fantasy.
NARRATOR: This could be
the room of any small boy.
-Did you have a nice flight?
-BOBBLE: Incoming!
BOBBLE: Keep her level!
Keep her level!
CLANK: Gear it down, Bobble!
MALE FAIRY: Cicadas, one at a time.
You, you and you. You, too.
TINKER BELL: Wow!
MALE GARDEN FAIRY:
No, thanks. She's running fine.
FOGHORN:
Keep looking, men. Dig deeper!
FOGHORN: Canine alert!
Man your battle stations!
JUANITA: Honey, you got all your stuff?
TWEETY: Alice?
LADY ASCOT:
Alice? Honey, are you okay?
MICHAEL: Yeah! Ride 'em, player!
(WHOOPS)
-(CONTINUES COUGHING)
-ALICE: Wheezy, is that you?
DR. GRIFFITHS:
Well, of course, my darling.
LIZZY: Look at the creek and the woods
and the meadow!
LIZZY: Father, Father, Father! Can we
bring our tea and scones outsides
-It would be just like a little picnic.
-DR. GRIFFITHS: Not just now, Lizzy.
DR. GRIFFITHS:
The wings are so fresh.
SYLVESTER:
What's going on? She's nuts.
-ALICE: Careful on the steps, now.
-(GRUNTING)
ALICE: Not that casual.
PORKY: Piggy coming through,
coming through.
DAFFY: Is she out there?
BUGS: There she is.
DAFFY: She's getting in the box!
PORKY: She's sellin' herself
for 25 cents!
BUGS: Hold on. Hold on.
She's got something.
-(TUNES LAUGHING)
-BUGS: Way to go, darling.
-TWEETY: Good old putty tat!
-Alice, I'm slipping!
TWEETY: What's that little gal
think she's doing?
-(CONTINUES LAUGHING)
-JUANITA: Buster! Quiet down!
-Oh, now, how did this get down here?
-BUGS: Hand her the girl.
-JUANITA: It's not for sale.
-Everything's for sale.
SYLVESTER:
Yeah. Go home, Mr. Fancy Car.
BUGS: Hold on.
PORKY: What's up?
DAFFY: What is it, Bugs?
BUGS: He's stealin' Alice!
DAFFY: What? He can't take Alice.
LADY ASCOT: Bugs!
-(GASPING)
-SYLVESTER: Get him, Bugs.
TINKER BELL:
This isn't a human house.
TINKER BELL: Oh!
-VIDIA: Tink!
-I wonder what this part does.
LIZZY: You're not going to
take it to London, are you?
DR. GRIFFITHS: Yes, of course.
-CLANK: More mushroom caps, please!
-Here we go.
BOBBLE: This one goes there.
That one goes there. Right?
CLANK: Righty-o, Bobble.
-CLANK: Right, more reeds over here.
-This thing had better work.
BOBBLE: Give me the sap.
CLANK: Come on. Come on.
Let's get going.
BOBBLE: There you go.
Now you're talking!
CLANK: It's working!
TWEETY: The kidnapper
was bigger than that.
COMPUTER: Lazy toy brain.
BUGS: That's our guy.
PETE: Turn me around,
Mr. Rabbit, so I can see.
ANNOUNCER: Cowboy Crunchies,
the cereal that's sugar-frosted
NARRATOR: Chapter one,
-Honey.
-NARRATOR: Uh, Pooh?
-Pooh!
-POOH: Oh!
POOH: Excuse me, Owl,
-POOH: Gesundheit.
-I beg your pardon?
POOH: (WHISPERING)
He's doing it again.
POOH: Perhaps you should
lie down, Owl?
POOH: Just as I suspected.
Owl, we need honey.
NARRATOR:
As the others searched for a tail,
NARRATOR: And so they tried
a great many things.
-(JUMBLED AUDIO)
-DAFFY: It's too fast.
LIZZY: Do all fairies sound the same
when they talk?
DR. GRIFFITHS: Lizzy?
-Come on! Let's see the next episode!
-PETE: That's it.
-I mean, look at all this stuff!
-LORINA: Didn't you know?
LORINA: (GASPS) Oh.
-What museum?
-PETE: THE museum.
-(GASPS)
-PETE: Al's coming!
-MAN: Hello?
-It's me. It's Al.
ROSETTA: So how far is it from the road
to the house, do you think?
VIDIA: Not that far, really.
The only question is, how flooded is it?
IRIDESSA: That's a good point.
SILVERMIST:
Well, I'm gonna remain optimistic.
-We'll get to Tink in no time.
-ROSETTA: I'm with you, Sil.
BOBBLE: We're almost there.
IRIDESSA: Did you feel that?
We're moving faster.
-What?
-SILVERMIST: What did he say?
SILVERMIST: Brace yourselves!
ANNOUNCER: And that concludes
our broadcast day.
NARRATOR: Pooh left feeling
unsatisfied and a little out of sorts.
POOH: I'm sorry, Eeyore.
NARRATOR:
Just then, Pooh spotted a note.
-ROO: Good job, Owl!
-Thank you. Thank you.
-Oh, Christopher Robin.
-OWL: Now, let me see.
OWL: Its hide is like a shaggy rug
TIGGER: Maybe they make
you sleep too late
OWL: Yes, yes, that's good, that's great
OWL: You're on a roll go on, go on
RABBIT:
They muddy up your tidy house
KANGA: They wake up babies
at one and three
POOH: They made me lose
my train of thought
TIGGER: They swipe your stripes
they clog your pipes
-RABBIT: They dig up your garden
-They won't beg your pardon
-POOH: They eat your snacks
-they won't relax
RABBIT: They chip your tooth
KANGA: They steal your youth
OWL: And now you know
the horrible truth
-(ALL WHOOPING)
-DAFFY: The chicken!
BUGS: Okay. Here's our chance.
Ready. Set. Go.
BUGS: Go!
BUGS: Drop! I said "drop"!
BUGS: Go!
BUGS: Drop.
BUGS: Go.
TWEETY: Oh, no. It's closed.
-(DOORS MOOING)
-MAN: Hey, Joe, you're late.
DAFFY: But the sign says it's closed.
PORKY: I thought
we could search in style.
-PORKY: Back it up. Back it up.
-(ALL GIGGLING)
BARBIE: To our right is the Hot Wheels
aisle. Developed in 1967,
-TWEETY: Look out!
-Stop, stop, stop!
-(DAFFY WHIMPERING)
-PORKY: Turn into the spin, Barbie!
NARRATOR:
While Rabbit and the others
NARRATOR: As the group
continued on with Rabbit's plan,
-placing items as they...
-TIGGER: Hey, hey!
PETE: Alice, don't be mad at Lorina.
LIZZY: Father, look!
DR. GRIFFITHS: Not just now, Lizzy.
ROSETTA: Vidia, you sure you know
where you're going?
VIDIA: Yes. Tinker Bell
and I walked by here.
FAWN: Road? What road?
ROSETTA: Pull!
LIZZY: "My, what a splendid tea service.
I am really quite impressed."
DR. GRIFFITHS: Strange.
It's as if they mended themselves.
DR. GRIFFITHS: The butterfly. It's gone!
LIZZY: What?
BOBBLE: Quite a bit of spirit
in that little tinker, eh?
BOBBLE: Can you reach it, Clanky?
-CLANK: Almost. Just a little more.
-Here, let me.
BOBBLE: Building. It's a house.
That's it! Clanky! We've got it!
CLANK: What've we got?
BOBBLE: House! Get off.
CLANK: I'm sorry.
BOBBLE: I can't feel my legs.
PIGLET: Um, I'm sorry
I messed up the plan, Pooh.
PIGLET: No hurry, Pooh.
The bees are quite gentle.
PIGLET: Okay.
PIGLET: Whoa!
POOH: Ooh!
POOH: Well, I was moving.
OWL: Honey.
RABBIT: Ooh, honey!
KANGA: Yes.
RABBIT: Honey.
NARRATOR: As Pooh watched
the honey honey away,
-MAN: 011...
-011. Wait.
TWEETY: That's the kidnapper, all right.
-Huh?
-POOH: Oh!
RABBIT: Okay, everyone,
make sure you have a good hold.
PIGLET: And six.
-DAFFY: He didn't take the bag!
-No time to lose!
TWEETY: Oh, no. Which way do we go?
SYLVESTER: What makes you so sure?
PORKY: What?
TWEETY: Huh?
DAFFY: Hey, Bugs! Stop!
LIZZY: It doesn't matter what I say.
He never believes me.
-IRIDESSA: Sorry.
-Oh! Careful.
-That's my ear.
-SILVERMIST: Sorry.
-FAWN: Sorry.
-That's the nose. Careful.
-ROSETTA: Whoops! Sorry.
-Can't see!
-BOBBLE: Fawn?
-Fly!
ROSETTA: Our wings are wet.
BOBBLE:
And who knows when they'll be dry.
-BOBBLE: Clank!
-I'm okay.
-That's it. A bridge!
-CLANK: Guys? Guys?
-A bridge made out of what?
-CLANK: Guys!
BOBBLE: Get back!
BOBBLE: Get back!
NARRATOR:
So Piglet bravely ventured forth
PIGLET: Excuse me.
-I can't breathe! (GROANS)
-TIGGER: Oh.
PIGLET: You're the only one
who can get us out of here!
OWL: ...exacerbated
by my aunt's predilection
POOH: Oh!
-ALICE: Please, no!
-That's Alice!
ALICE: Please, please, no!
SYLVESTER: Bugs, can you see?
What's going on?
LORINA: Take that!
SYLVESTER: To the left.
-Take it up higher.
-BUGS: What's happening?
TWEETY: We're here
to spring ya, Alice!
-PETE: No!
-(BUGS YELLING)
NARRATOR: And so they all used
the letter ladder to climb out of the pit.
CHRISTOPHER: Wait, everyone.
NARRATOR:
Christopher Robin explained
-Thank you, B'loon. Goodbye.
-TIGGER: Hooray!
NARRATOR: Pooh watched as B'loon
took the honey pot higher and higher,
-LORINA: Prospector?
-You're outta your box!
LIZZY: Whoa!
DR. GRIFFITHS: Lizzy?
LIZZY: Coming, Father!
LIZZY: Aren't her wings beautiful?
DR. GRIFFITHS: She's some sort
of evolutionary mutation.
-DR. GRIFFITHS: Exactly!
-Tinker Bell!
DR. GRIFFITHS: This is going to be
the discovery of the century!
LIZZY: Oh! Sorry, fairies.
WOMAN OVER PA: The white zone is
for immediate loading and unloading...
MAN OVER PA: Passenger Twitch,
SYLVESTER:
Will you just leave me alone?
DAFFY: Someone's coming!
-GIRL: Ooh, a puppy!
-Bark, bark, bark, bark.
WOMAN OVER PA: Atlantic Air
flight 810 from Point Richmond
GIRL: (GASPING) Look, Barbie.
A big, ugly man doll.
MOTHER: Come on, hon!
BUGS: Come on, Bullseye! Yah!
MAN: Hold it! There's a couple
more bags coming from the terminal!
-LIZZY: Father!
-What in the world?
TINKER BELL: Vidia!
-Lift your arms and kick your feet!
-DR. GRIFFITHS: Careful!
NARRATOR:
As Pooh continued searching,
NARRATOR: Ignoring his tummy's
desperate pleas,
CHRISTOPHER: Okay. Open your eyes.
CHRISTOPHER:
No, silly. Put your arms down.
LIZZY: Why, certainly, Miss Bell.
A nice, fresh cup.
LIZZY: (LAUGHS) Oh, father!
DR. GRIFFITHS: So, where were we?
Ah, yes.
-(TUMMY RUMBLES)
-POOH: Oh, bother.
CHRISTOPHER: Silly old bear.
-(THUD)
-DAFFY: Ow!
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