Chitty Chitty Bang Bang Page #5

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is while we've been sitting here

the tide has been coming in.

We're completely cut off.

What are we going to do?

- Do hurry, Mr Potts.

- Everyone stay calm.

Look! They are completely

cut off by the tide.

They will all drown.

I haven't seen a good drowning in years.

- Can I help?

- Push the throttle lever!

- Hurry, Daddy!

- Quickly, before they get here.

- Not that one. The other one.

- It won't start.

We're gonna have to swim for it.

Come on, Jemima.

- We must. Come on, Jeremy.

- Everybody over the side.

Everybody hold on.

- This is impossible.

- Well, you built it.

- You always said it was a magic car.

- I did?

- Look. It's a boat.

- I knew Chitty would save us.

Hang on, everybody. We're off.

A floating car?

What do you think of that, Chancellor?

Yabba, a car, floaten on the waterfol.

This in my whole lifelodes,

this never could be seen, never.

It's uncategorical.

A fuel-burning oracle.

A fantasmagorical machine!

## It's more than spectacular

## To use the vernacular

- It's wizard!

- It's smashing!

## It's keen

## Oh, Chitty, you Chitty,

pretty Chitty Bang Bang

## Chitty Chitty Bang Bang,

we love you

## And, Chitty, our Chitty,

pretty Chitty Bang Bang

## Chitty Chitty Bang Bang loves us, too

## High Chitty, low Chitty, anywhere we go,

on Chitty Chitty we depend

## Bang bang,

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

## Our fine four-fendered friend

They're firing at us!

We'll show them something.

Follow that car!

I want that car!

I must have it!

Follow that car!

I want the car!

I must have it!

Action stations.

We're going ashore.

Get out!

Where are my two spies?

Ah, there you are.

Now, then.

I have a secret mission for you.

You will go ashore and capture

that motor car, understand?

Good. But...

if you fail,

I will cut off your heads.

Now!

I want that car.

- Now, then, vere are we?

- I haf here a map.

I know where we are, stupid!

We are in England.

And ven we are in England,

vat do ve do?

We play cricket.

No. We dress like Englishmen.

Remarkable weather we are having

for the time of the year.

Do you not think so, Cuthbort?

Indubitabably, Basil.

- You know, Mr Potts...

- Caractacus.

- It's a pretty silly name.

- I don't think so.

You know, I really owe you an apology.

You're more than just a father

to those two children.

Nursemaid, private tutor,

chief cook and bottle-washer, everything.

Except what they really need.

- It's been quite a day.

- It certainly has.

Thank you, and say goodbye

to the children for me.

Yes, I will.

- I hope we'll see you again.

- I hope so, too.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

## This lovely, lonely man

## I've only known a day

## I look at him

and cannot look away

## Oh, what a love

## Oh, what a lovely, lonely man

## I've met so many men

## So easy to forget

## I thought I'd grown immune to them

## And yet

## He's such a love

## He's such a lovely, lonely man

## How did he touch my heart?

## How did this feeling start?

## This glow that feels so warm inside

## This sudden summer storm inside

## My life now has a plan

## To someday make him see

## That I need him

as much as he needs me

## Oh, what a love

## Oh, what a lovely, lonely man

## My life now has a plan

## To someday make him see

## That I need him

as much as he needs me

## Oh, what a love

## Oh, what a lovely, lonely man

## Oh, how I love

## This one and only man

Quickly! Quickly!

Hurry! Hurry!

Come on! Hurry!

They're coming!

Get ready!

Fire!

This way!

Stop! Up!

Hup!

- They're trying to get past.

- Fine.

Get over, you halfwit.

It's Father,

and he's in one of his tempers.

- That'll be a change.

- Let him pass.

There isn't room.

Get out of the way.

Move over, you idiot.

Turn off here.

We got him!

You nincompoops! I'll have you sent

away for the rest of your lives.

I suppose you baboons have

some explanation for this outrage.

- You stupid fool!

- What have I done?

I have an idea.

Remember, we are supposed

to be English gentlemen.

So, let us try and behave

like English gentlemen.

Ja, ja, ja.

So, open the door.

"Carac-a-tacatus Potts."

"Inventor."

Typical English eccentric.

That must be the inventor.

Pardink me for protruding but have I

the pleasure of undressing Herr...

Mr Potts?

That's me.

What do you want?

You selling something?

I don't want nothing. Excuse me.

I'm off to Africa.

Africa? Zat was a ruse

to put us off ze scent.

I know where he has gone.

He has gone into his laboratory.

- Quick, the portable wireless transmitter!

- Jawohl!

Jawohl.

- This is X speaking.

- Schwecks?

- No, X!

- Legs?

- X as in...

- Eggs and bacon.

Send transport immediately.

- They're here!

- Quickly!

That way!

Quickly! This way! Quickly!

Get up the ladder! Quickly!

Quickly! Up! Take it up!

Now over here!

Up! Up!

Wait for me.

Hello. What's your game, then?

What's going on?

I'm flying.

- Look.

- What's that?

- It's a big balloon.

- A Zeppelin.

- What's that underneath?

- That's Grandpa's hut.

- But what's it doing up there?

- I don't know.

Caractacus, I'm being kidnapped.

What are you doing?

You come down here.

It's me, your own father.

They won't get away with that.

Hold tight back there.

- Sit down, Jeremy.

- Quickly!

Hurry, Daddy!

Caractacus!

He's getting away!

Hold on, Grandpa. We're coming!

Help!

Come back, Grandpa.

What do you think you're doing?

I'm being abducted by foreigners.

Caractacus!

Hey!

Where are they going?

Look out!

Where are they going?

Look out!

What's happening?

- Look at that.

- It's fantastic.

You're a genius!

It's nothing, really.

- Look! There they are.

- Go, Daddy! After them.

We'll catch 'em up.

- We've lost them.

- We'll find them.

- What about Grandpa?

- Don't worry about Grandpa.

He can take care of himself.

This is livin', this is style

## This is elegance by the mile

## Oh, the posh, posh travelling life,

the travelling life for me

## First cabin and captain's table,

regal company

## Whenever I'm bored, I travel abroad,

but ever so properly

## Port out, starboard home,

posh with a capital P-O- S-H, posh

We're losing height.

Jettison ballast.

## The hands that hold the sceptres,

every head that holds a crown

## They'll always give their all for me,

they'll never let me down

## I'm on my way to far away,

ta- ta and toodle-oo

## And fare thee well and bon voyage,

arrivederci, too

## Oh, the posh, posh travelling life,

the travelling life for me

## First cabin and captain's table,

regal company

## Pardon the dust of the upper crust

## Fetch us a cup of tea

## Port out, starboard home,

posh with a capital P-O- S-H, posh

## In every foreign strand I land,

the royal trumpets toot me

## The royal welcome mat is out,

they 21- gun salute me

## But monarchies are constantly

commanding me to call

## Last month I missed a mufti,

well, you can't oblige 'em all

## Oh, the posh, posh travelling life,

the travelling life for me

## Rompity tompity

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