Chitty Chitty Bang Bang Page #2

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## I have you two

## Someone to strive for,

do or die for

## I have you two

## Could be we three

get along so famously

## Cos you two have me

## And I have you two, too

Hurray!

Atchoo!

## Someone to care for,

to be there for

## I have you two

## Someone to do for,

muddle through for

## I have you two

## Someone to smile

once in a while with

## Whenever you're lonesome

## I've a happy lot

## Considering what I've got

## But I couldn't do more

than you do for your poor father

Daddy!

## Things go asunder

and I wonder why you bother

## Could be we three

get along so famously cos

## We two have you

## And I have you two... too

Jeremy.

Oh, good!

Do I smell food?

Bring the bread, will you, Grandpa?

- And the pepper and salt, please.

- Right away, sir.

Oh! Sausage and egg, my favourite.

How was India?

I got up this morning

and I shot an elephant in my pyjamas.

"How he got into my pyjamas

I shall never know."

You've heard it before.

- I wonder how that happened.

- Daddy, could we ask you something?

- It's about Mr Coggins.

- The junkman wanted to take it away.

But Mr Coggins says if we asked you...

- Ask me what?

- He's a horrid, mean, old man.

- Mr Coggins?

- The junkman.

He'll take it and burn it.

What are you going on about?

- Our car.

- What about it?

Mr Coggins is selling it to the junkman.

And the junkman's

going to put it in the furnace

and skwodge it all up

till there's nothing left.

That's terrible.

We can't let that happen, Grandpa.

No, definitely no.

- We knew you wouldn't let him.

- So we can have it for 30 shillings.

- 30 shillings?

- You can pay him tomorrow.

Yes, well, I suppose

we can work something out.

- Good!

- Hurray!

- Are you all finished?

- Yes, Daddy.

I think you should go run up to bed.

- Goodnight, Grandpa.

- Goodnight, my boy.

- Goodnight, Grandpa.

- Goodnight, my darling.

- Goodnight, Daddy.

- Goodnight.

You've done it now, haven't you?

You think Coggins might do a deal?

Him down the road? Sure.

He's so mean he wouldn't light

your pipe if his house was on fire.

Did you hear that?

You know what that means?

I'll be up all night, rain pouring in.

Why don't you sleep in the workshop?

In the workshop?

You promised to fix my bedroom roof.

- I will. It's just...

- Caractacus, my boy. Listen...

It's time you woke up.

- At your age, I did a day's work...

- For a day's pay, polishing boots.

I was the smartest batman in the army.

When my brigadier went into action,

the natives were so blinded by his boots,

they couldn't see to fight.

Catch me death of cold.

He don't care.

Nobody cares. Me own son.

She was right. Who wants

sweets with holes in them?

Edison, stop that whistling.

Edison, do that again.

Edison, you're a genius.

The employment office is in the rear.

You see, I've invented these sweets.

Really? Name?

- Whistling sweets.

- Mr Whistling Sweets.

Mr Whistling Sweets!

No. I'm Potts.

May I see the managing director?

Lord Scrumptious sees no one

without an appointment.

- How do I get one?

- Hello, children.

- Jeremy, it's Truly.

- Hello, Truly.

Miss Scrumptious, how nice to see you.

Good morning, Phillips.

Please tell my father I'm here.

Of course, Miss Scrumptious.

- Are you here on business?

- Yes, Miss...

Father? Truly Scrumptious?

- You're his...

- Daughter.

Let's go.

- You haven't shown your invention.

- I don't think that'll do much good.

Just a moment.

Exactly what was it...

- You've seen them.

- Oh, those.

- But they whistle.

- Whistle?

- Those holes.

- You just blow through them.

They're very ingenious.

Kind of a novelty.

Sssh!

Please go in, Miss Scrumptious.

You can come back in three weeks.

- Show Mr Potts in.

- Now?

- But His Lordship...

- Now.

Please follow me.

Maybe I should come back

in three weeks.

Go on, Daddy.

And don't let him bully you.

- Mr Potts, my lord.

- Who's he?

- Where's me daughter?

- She insisted on Mr Potts seeing you.

Don't just stand there.

What's it all about?

- Sweets, sir.

- I hardly thought it was nuts and bolts.

Let's have a look.

- Hurry up.

- Yes, sir.

- If I may explain...

- You have exactly 20 seconds.

The fundamental novelty of the sweets

is their musical quality.

Not only are they very tasty but due to

the unique positioning of these holes,

when blown through,

they render a tuneful whistle.

Put your fingers over the holes

and blow thus.

Tasting time, my lord.

Too late. Had your chance.

Muffed it. Good morning.

Follow him.

My lord?

Excuse me.

Sir, if I may be allowed to demonstrate.

By blowing air through this hole,

you get a wonderful...

- Raspberry?

- No. It's more like a toot really.

Not enough fruit, too much sugar.

- Would you care to try it, sir?

- Under no circumstances.

He's not doing very well, is he?

Another remarkable feature

is that by sucking...

Throw it away.

And get rid of this idiot for me.

Oi, you. Hop it!

They also come in strawberry, raspberry...

- Are you still here?

...and pineapple.

Don't waste your pucker

on some all-day sucker.

And don't try toffee or cream.

If you seek perfection

in sugar confection,

well, there's something

new on the scene.

A mouthful of cheer,

a sweet without peer.

## A musical morsel supreme

## Toot sweets, toot sweets

## The candies you whistle,

the whistles you eat

## Toot sweets, toot sweets

## The eatable, tweetable treats

## Toot sweets, toot sweets

## The toot of a flute

with the flavour of fruit

## Toot sweets, toot sweets

## No longer need candy be mute

## Don't waste your pucker

on some all-day sucker

## And don't try a toffee or cream

## If you seek perfection

in sugar confection

## Well, there's something

new on the scene

## That mouthful of cheer

## That sweet without peer

## That musical morsel supreme

## Toot sweets

## A bonbon to blow on

at last has been found

## Toot sweets, toot sweets

## With tweetable, eatable sound

No, take it away.

Father.

Please.

He likes it.

- ## Their value is intrinsic

- ## Surpass any mint stick

## Or marshmallow mouthful you munch

- ## Though liquorice is chewy

- ## And gumdrops are gooey

## And chocolate is charming to crunch

- ## That savoury fife

- ## That sweet of your life

## It's clearly the best of the bunch

## Toot sweets, toot sweets

## Toot sweets, toot sweets

## That savoury fife

## That sweet of your life

## It's clearly the best of the bunch

## Toot sweets, toot sweets

## A bonbon to blow on

at last has been found

## Toot sweets, toot sweets

## The treat that's so tweetable

## Lusciously eatable

## With that unbeatable

## Sound

Go away.

You'll contaminate the confectionery.

What's going on?

Get them out of here.

Edison, no!

Children!

It's your fault. I'll send for

the police and the fire brigade.

Daddy?

Why aren't you two asleep?

Don't be sad, Daddy.

It wasn't your fault.

It was all those mean old dogs.

Children...

About the car.

You see,

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