Fantastic Mr Fox, The

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Born on a mountain top in Tennessee

Greenest state in the land of the free

Raised in the woods

so he knew every tree

Kilt him a bar

when he was only three

Davy, Davy Crockett,

king of the wild frontier!

Fought single-handed

through the Injun War

Till the Creeks was whipped

and peace was in store

And while he was handling...

What'd the doctor say?

- Nothing.

Supposedly, it's just a

twenty-four hour bug.

He gave me some pills.

I told you. You probably

just ate some bad gristle.

We take the short cut

or the scenic route?

Let's take the short cut.

But the scenic route is so much prettier.

- Okay, let's take the scenic route.

- Great.

It's actually slightly quicker,

anyway.

Thank you.

- What is a squab?

- You know what a squab is.

It's like a pigeon, I suppose.

Should we go through the hole

under the horse fence...

...or climb the rail over the

bridle path?

Well, I guess the horse fence

would be a little safer.

But the bridle path puts us out right

next to the squab shack.

Okay.

What's wrong?

You're acting all skittish.

Don't worry. I've been stealing birds

for a living since...

...before I could trot.

By the way, you look

unbelievably beautiful tonight.

You're practically glowing.

Maybe it's the lighting.

I've been in this town so long

that back in the city

I've been taken for lost and gone

And unknown for a long long time

Fell in love years ago

With an innocent girl

From the spanish and indian home

Home of the heroes and villains

Once at night

catillian squared the fight

And she was right in the rain

of the bullets

that eventually brought her down

But she's still dancing in the night

Unafraid of what a dudell do in a town

full of heroes and villains

What's that?

- What?

I think it's a fox-trap!

- Look at this.

- No, get away from there.

Is it spring-loaded?

Yeah... yeah, I guess

if you come from over there,

...and you're standing at this door

to the squab shack,

...this little gadget probably

triggers the...

- What!?

- Move out of the way, darling.

- That's right where it's going to land.

- Stop it! Let's go!

No, it just falls straight right down...

- I guess it's not spring-loaded.

- I'm pregnant.

Wow!

We're gonna have a cub.

- Honey, that's great news.

- If we're still alive tomorrow...

If we're still alive tomorrow morning,

...I want you to find

another line of work.

Okay.

My children were raised

You know they suddenly rise

They started slow long ago

Head to toe healthy weathy and wise

Does anybody actually read my column?

- Do your friends ever talk about it?

- Of course.

In fact, Rabbit's ex-girlfriend

just said to me last week,

"I should read Foxy's column,"

but they don't get the Gazette.

- Ash! Let's get cracking!

- Why would they? It's a rag-sheet.

- I'm sick.

- You're not sick.

- I have a temperature.

- You don't have a temperature.

- I don't want to go.

- Hurry up. You're going to be late.

I love the way you handled that.

Your cousin Kristofferson's coming

on the sixth.

I want you to be extra nice to him

...because he's going through a very

hard time right now.

Where's he gonna sleep?

We're gonna make a bed for him

in your room.

I can't spare the space.

Put him in Dad's study.

Dad's study is occupied by Dad.

I don't want to live in a hole anymore.

It makes me feel poor.

We are poor...

but we're happy.

Comme-ci, comme-ca.

Anyway, the views are better

above ground.

Honey, I'm seven non-fox-years old now.

My father died at seven and a half.

I don't want to live in a hole anymore,

...and I'm going to do

something about it.

Well, I'm off.

Have a good day, my darlings!

You know, Foxes live in holes

for a reason.

Hm, yes, I know.

What're you wearing?

Why a cape with the

pants tucked into your socks?

I guess he's just...

...different.

Oh, hey, Mr. Fox.

Yes. Here it is.

This is the tree.

Come on over. This is...

Uh, I'm gonna call you back.

Obviously, it's first growth,

indigenous.

Original dirt floor, good bark,

skipping stone hearth... as you can see.

Kylie?

Kylie! What'd I tell you?

I'm showing the property.

- You're not supposed to be here.

- Oh, what time is it? I'm sorry.

This is Kylie. He's the super.

He's a little...

What's in the bucket, Mr. Kylie?

Kylie? Kylie!

- Just minnows. Try one?

- Certainly. Thank you.

It's not exactly an evergreen, is it?

Aren't there any pines on the market

this side of the river?

But, pines are pretty hard to come by

in your price range.

What? What?

What's that?

May I ask what you do

for a living, Mr. Fox?

I used to steal birds,

but now I'm a newspaper man.

Oh, sure. I've seen your by-line.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

- You're going? You're...

- Oh, and Kylie...

Thank you for the minnow.

It was superb.

Don't buy this tree, Foxy.

You're borrowing at nine and a half

with no fixed rate,

plus moving into the most

dangerous neighborhood in the country

...for someone of your type of species.

You're exaggerating, Badger.

I'm sugar-coating it, man!

This is Boggis, Bunce, and Bean!

Three of the meanest, nastiest, ugliest

farmers in the history of this valley!

Really? Tell me about them.

Alright.

Walt Boggis is a chicken farmer.

Probably the most successful in the world.

He weighs the same

as a young rhinoceros.

He eats three chickens every day for

breakfast, lunch, supper, and dessert.

That's twelve in total, per diem.

Nate Bunce is a duck and goose farmer.

He's approximately the size of a

pot-bellied dwarf,

...and his chin would be under water

in the shallow end...

...of any swimming pool

on the planet.

His food is home-made doughnuts...

...with smashed-up goose livers

injected into them.

Frank Bean is a turkey and apple farmer.

He invented his own species of each.

He lives on a liquid diet of strong,

alcoholic cider...

...which he makes from his apples.

He's as skinny as a pencil,

as smart as a whip...

...and possibly the scariest man

currently living.

The local human children

sing a kind of...

...eerie little rhyme about him.

Here, listen to this.

Boggis, Bunce, and Bean.

One fat, one short, one lean.

These horrible crooks,

so different in looks,

...were nonetheless equally mean.

In summation, I think

you just got to not do it, man.

That's all.

I understand what you're saying,

and your comments are valuable,

...but I'm gonna ignore your advice.

The cuss you are!

The cuss am I?

- Are you cussing with me?

- No, you cussing with me?

- Don't cussing point at me!

- You can cuss yourself!

- You're not gonna cuss with me, you little cuss!

- Don't cuss with me!

- Just buy the tree.

- Okay.

Take a left and then to the right.

Set them down.

Just another batch.

Help that other guy over there.

Lift with legs not with your back.

Flip it sideways.

Don't try to be a superman here.

Alright. We got two circles.

We got the yellow circle

and the green circle.

Let's just keep them separate.

Hold it right there.

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