Ferdinand

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(BUZZING)

(BUZZING LOUDLY)

VALIENTE:

Show me what you got!

BONES:
Come on, guys!

I can do this.

BONES:
Ha-ha, didn't hurt!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Ha-ha!

You got nothin' on me, Bones!

Hey! I'm the best!

GUAPO:
I'm goin' get ya now!

(BONES LAUGHING)

All right,

let's do this thing.

BONES:
You can't catch me!

(GASPS)

VALIENTE:
Yeah, run away!

Whoa!

VALIENTE:
Get outta my way!

Watch it!

Careful.

(GASPS)

That was close.

VALIENTE:
Is that all you got?

Hi, buddy.

I told you I'd be back.

(SNIFFING)

Wow.

VALIENTE:
The truck!

BONES:
Whoo-hoo!

Out of my way, losers!

Hey!

GUAPO:
Guys, check it out.

BONES:
Wow, cool!

Yes! The winner's truck.

It's happening today?

What's happening today?

Ugh.

Don't you know anything,

Ferdinand?

If that truck's here,

it means the matador's

gonna pick a bull.

Who do you think

he's gonna pick?

Duh, my dad.

And when my horns come in,

it'll be my turn.

(SNORTS)

People will come

from all over Spain

just to see me,

the great Valiente!

The fiercest bull of all time.

(GASPS)

I'll take him down big time.

(WHIMPERING)

Man versus bull.

Will it be pretty? No.

(SCREAMS)

Will it be awesome? Heck yeah!

The crowd will go nuts,

making me a champ.

I'll spend the rest of my days

living like a king.

Dream on, Valiente.

I'm the one

who's getting selected.

I'm already

working on my victory smile.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

Hey, the matador's here!

Where? Where? Oh, no.

I feel sick. Oh, Mama. (GAGS)

There's no matador, Guapo.

What?

(LAUGHS) What a wimp.

Forget it, Guapo.

He's gonna pick me.

I'm the fastest, baddest

bull around. (GRUNTS)

I'm so fast,

they won't see me coming.

Bones?

Yeah?

You're never

gonna get selected.

You wanna know why?

Why?

(BOTH GRUNT)

(GROANS)

'Cause you're a puny

bag of bones, Bones.

You okay?

I don't need your help,

weirdo.

I'm fine!

Careful.

Oh, what do you got there,

Ferdinand?

Uh, nothing.

"Uh, nothing."

Hey! Don't you guys have

some more headbutting to do?

Nah, this is way more fun.

Can you believe this guy?

The matador is gonna

pick a bull...

and all he's worried about

is a dumb flower.

Cut it out, Valiente!

Make me.

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

I'm not gonna fight you,

Valiente.

Aw, flower bull is scared.

I'm not scared.

Then fight.

That's what bulls do.

You can hit me if you want,

but leave the flower alone.

You're just gonna let him

smack ya?

What? Where's the fun in that?

Whatever.

Have your stupid flower.

(BULLS BELLOWING)

The big bulls are going in.

Wish me luck, Ferdinand.

Good luck, Dad.

(GRUNTING)

Go get 'em, Dad!

Come on, guys,

let's see 'em over here.

Out of my way!

Go, bulls!

Whoo-hoo!

Whoa!

(BOTH BELLOWING)

It's the matador.

He's gonna pick!

(GAGS) I feel sick.

I think I'm gonna hurl.

(RETCHING)

(GRUNTS)

You'll get 'em next time, Dad.

Who asked you?

What are you looking at?

FERDINAND'S FATHER: Ferdinand!

Ah, there you are! (LAUGHING)

He picked me.

Can you believe it?

Your dad is gonna fight

for glory in the ring.

You really have to go?

Yeah, of course I have to go.

Come on, Ferd.

This is what every bull

dreams of, right?

I guess.

Is it okay

if it's not my dream?

Well, uh...

Look, Ferd,

you're still a kid, you know.

When you grow up,

your dreams are gonna change.

Everything's gonna change.

I'll tell you one thing

that's gonna change...

you're gonna be bigger

and tougher than your old man,

that's for sure.

No way.

Yes way.

(LAUGHS) Yeah.

And then you'll see...

you're gonna get in that ring

and you are gonna

be the champ.

Can I be a champ

without fighting maybe?

Oh, Ferdinand.

I really wish the world

worked like that for you,

I do.

But that's just

not how it is for us.

You understand?

(TRUCK GATE OPENS)

Okay, it's time.

You're gonna come back, right?

What? That matador

doesn't stand a chance, okay?

Okay.

And after I win,

I'm coming back here,

and I'm gonna show you

all my moves.

Even my secret ones.

(SIGHS)

(YAWNS)

(TRUCK BEEPING)

(GASPS)

Dad!

Dad.

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

VALIENTE'S FATHER:

I called it.

That bull was soft.

And the soft ones

always go down.

You better bull up.

Oh, hey, what are you

doing out here?

Come on. Get back, get back.

Come back to the stall.

Come on, little guy. (GRUNTS)

A calf is out! Get him!

(PANTING)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(GASPS)

(GASPS)

(GRUNTS)

Get him!

(PANTING)

(RANCH HAND

SPEAKING SPANISH)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(GASPS)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

(GASPS)

(PANTING)

(SCREAMS)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANING)

(BARKING)

(GASPS)

(DOOR CREAKS)

It's okay.

Shh. It's okay.

Hi, there.

(WHIMPERS)

Don't be afraid,

little big guy.

(SNIFFING)

(GIGGLING)

Oh.

You like flowers?

(SNIFFING)

I'll take good care of you.

Come on.

(BARKS AND GROWLS)

(PANTING)

This is your home now.

Go on. It's okay.

(GIGGLING)

(SNIFFING)

(EXHALES)

(INHALES)

(BELLOWS)

(BOTH GIGGLING)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Always out of place

I knew I needed

something new for me

I never knewjust

what that was

Okay, your turn.

Finding something safe

was just like

Trying to catch

a bird in flight

I knew that I would

never touch

Who's my good boy?

You're my good boy.

Hey, I thought

I was the good boy.

Good night, Ferdinand.

'Cause I'm happy

to call this

Home

No more running

I'm good knowing

That I belong

Happy to call this

Home

I got loving

NINA:
Ferdinand!

(GASPS)

Don't care who knows it

Happy to call this

Home

Oh, yeah, oh

Ugh!

(NINA GRUNTING)

(PACO YELLING)

(CRASHING)

(GIGGLES)

(BELLOWS)

(BELLOWS)

Being me was hard enough

So being someone else

was too much

All I want is something real

(BELLOWS)

Now I won't let go

(SNEEZES)

'Cause I'm happy

to call this

Home

No more running

I'm good knowing

That I belong

Happy to call this

Whoo-hoo!

(MOOS)

(BARKING)

(NINA CACKLING)

Oh, eh, oh

Oh, yeah

Oh, eh, oh

Boy, I'm happy to call this

Whoo!

Home is where you're happy

Good night, Ferdinand.

Find where you're happy

'Cause I'm happy

to call this

Home

(STRAINING)

(STRAINING)

(BELLOWS LOUDLY)

Jorge, rise and shine, buddy.

Come on, Jorge, wake up!

Let's go!

(CROWS)

Music to my ears.

Ah, it's gonna be a good one.

Oh, I can feel it

in my horns.

(PACO BARKING)

Hey, Paco!

Paco!

Pac-attack. Hey, dawg.

You stoked about the big day?

Stoked?

Have you ever seen me stoked?

Look, I've got some bad news.

Gonna stop you right there.

No bad news allowed

'cause today

is Flower Festival day.

Only the greatest day

of the year.

Okay, that's the thing.

This year...

Hold that thought.

Hey, Maria. You ready to put

those wings to work?

(CLUCKS)

Hey, hey, hey. I just finished

herding those chickens.

Launch.

Maria?

Oh, no. Maria?

Congratulations.

Maria!

You shot Maria into the sun.

(CLUCKING)

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, way to go, Maria.

Who says a chicken can't fly?

Uh, the laws of nature say it.

I say it.

Chickens are chickens.

Here we go.

Dogs are dogs, and...

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