Fantastic Mr Fox, The Page #6

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for his poppa.

Why'd they write this in letters

cut out of magazines?

To protect their identities.

Oh, right, but then

why did they sign their names?

Plus, we already knew who they were

because they're trying to kill us.

Mr. Fox, we have your son.

If you ever want to see him

alive again...

You took the wrong fox.

I'm his son.

I can see the resemblance.

What's that?

- Help!

Come on, man!

Come on!

Look at you, girl!

You're still as fine looking

as a creme brulee.

Am I being flirted with

by a psychotic rat?

Excuse me, may I cut-in?

The boy is locked in an apple crate

on top of a gunlocker...

...in the attic of Bean Annex.

Would you have told me

if I didn't kill you first?

Never.

All these wasted years.

What were you looking for, Rat?

He's trying to say something, Dad.

Cider.

Here you are, Rat.

A beaker of Bean's finest secret cider.

Like melted gold.

He redeemed himself.

Redemption? Sure.

But, in the end he's just

another dead rat...

...in a garbage pail behind

a Chinese restaurant.

He might been...

Yes, he did.

My suicide mission's been canceled.

We're replacing it with a

go-for-broke rescue mission.

In a way, I'm almost glad

that flood interrupted us,

...because I don't like

the toast I was giving.

I'm gonna start over.

When I look down this table

with the exquisite feast set before us,

I see, two terrific lawyers,

a skilled pediatrician,

...a wonderful chef,

a savvy real estate agent,

...an excellent tailor, a crack

accountant, a gifted musician,

...a pretty good minnow fisherman,

and possibly...

...the best landscape painter

working on the scene today.

Maybe a few of you might even read

my column from time to time.

Who knows?

I tend to doubt it.

I also see a room full of wild animals.

Wild animals with true natures

and pure talents.

Wild animals with

scientific sounding Latin names...

...that means something

about our D.N.A.

Wild animals each with his own strengths

and weaknesses due to his or her species.

Anyway, I think it may very well be

all the beautiful differences among us

that just might give us the tiniest glimmer

of a chance of saving my nephew

and letting me make it up to you for getting

us into this crazy whatever-it-is.

I don't know. It's just a thought.

Thank you for listening.

Cheers, everyone.

Let's eat!

What? I was just playing

along with the pitch he was doing.

Will you join me?

I will.

Go ahead.

Thank you.

Alright! Let's start planning!

Who knows shorthand?

Great! Linda! Lutra Lutra!

You got some dry paper?

Here we go.

Mole! Talpa Europea!

What do you got?

- I can see in the dark?

- That's incredible! We can use that!

- Linda?

- Got it.

- Rabbit! Oryctolagus Cuniculus!

- I'm fast.

- You bet you're! Linda?

- Got it.

- Beaver! Castor Fiber!

- I can chew through wood.

- Amazing! Linda?

- Got it.

- Badger! Meles Meles!

- Demolitions expert!

What? Since when?

- Explosions, flames, burning things!

- Demolitions expert!

- Okay! Linda?

- Got it.

- Weasel! Mustela Nivalis!

- Stop yelling!

Alright!

Alright, Ash, you get these

little kids organized

...and put together some kind of a K.P. unit

or something to keep this sewer clean.

It's good for morale.

Done! What's K.P?

I think it means janitors.

Hey! Hey!

Mate, over here! Hey!

I wanna go with you, too.

I wanna fight.

Good. Fabulous!

Microtus Pennsylvanicus!

I didn't get a job yet or a Latin name.

What's my strength?

Listen, you're Kylie.

You're an unbelievably nice guy.

Your job is really just to...

be available, I think.

I don't know your Latin name.

I doubt they even had opossums

in ancient Rome.

It's stupendous.

Where's us?

- Right here.

- Paint an X.

Dear Farmers Boggis, Bunce, and Bean,

I have no alternative

but to agree to your terms.

Move the station wagon...

...and open the manhole cover

below the foot of the drainpipe...

...next to the cobbler's shop and

meet me there today at 10 a. m. sharp.

I will hand myself over to you

in exchange for the boy's safe return.

Cordially, Mr. Fox.

Why'd he write this in letters

cut out of magazines?

I don't know,

but you did the same thing.

I don't trust this guy.

Anyway, set up the ambush.

The time is now nine forty-five a. m.

Here, put these bandit hats on.

Did you bring the boy?

Of course, we did!

Say something, kid!

Excuse me! Excuse me?

Come on! That doesn't sound

anything like him!

It's amateur night in Dixie!

What the cuss is he burning?

Boggis, Bunce, and Bean.

One fat, one short, one lean.

Is that all you've got, Mr. Fox?

Boggis, Bunce, and Bean.

One fat, one short, one lean.

These horrible crooks,

so different in looks,

...were nonetheless equally mean.

It's unclear, whether the...

These horrible crooks,

so different in looks,

...were nonetheless equally mean.

Boggis, Bunce, and Bean.

One fat, one short, one lean.

These horrible crooks,

so different in looks,

...were nonetheless equally mean.

Boggis, Bunce, and Bean.

One fat, one short, one lean.

Twenty-eight pinecones fired!

Twenty-two targets hit.

...phase! Go!

- Yes, sir.

Da... Dad's on fire.

- Foxy, you're on.

- We are ready.

I'm gonna find him,

I'm gonna bring him back.

I know, you will.

Contact!

Are you scared of wolves?

Scared, no!

I have a phobia of them!

Well, I have a thing about thunder!

- Why? That's stupid!

- I don't like needles myself!

Where did you come from again?

How did you get in the sidecar?

I feel like I'm losing my mind!

I've got a fox on a motorcycle

with a littler fox and, uh...

...what looks like to be an opossum

in the sidecar riding north on farm lane 7.

Does that sound like

anything to anybody?

Red, it's Franklin Bean!

Turn around,

get the cuss back here,

...and pick us up on the A.S.A.P!

Kylie, you got a credit card?

- Sure.

See, this is what

I was saying about...

...how good you are

at just being available for...

A Titanium Card?

How the cuss did you qualify for this?

I pay my bills on time.

I've always had good credit.

- Come on.

- Wait a second.

What's this thing you do?

The whistle with the clicking sound.

What do you mean?

That's my trademark.

Give me a blueberry.

- What?

- Blueberry.

- You didn't say...

- You forgot the blueberries?

I did say it!

I wrote it on your paw!

Yeah, it's written...

What's that white stuff

around his mouth?

I think he eats soap.

That's not soap.

- Well, then why does he have that bubbly...

- He's rabid. With rabies.

I've heard about this beagle.

You two go ahead

while I distract him.

Who? Huh! What!?

I can fit through there.

- Hm?

You wanna know why?

Why?

Because I'm little.

Give me that shoelace.

It's me.

I'm rescuing you.

- I've got mixed feelings about that.

- I don't blame you.

Can you give me a karate lesson

real quick?

Okay. Stand like this.

Position yourself on the balls of your feet.

Close your eyes.

You weigh less than a slice of bread.

I feel like there's a tenderness

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