Ferdinand Page #5

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Bunny? No, not bunny.

Barrel death!

FERDINAND:

Stop! Angus, look out!

(YELLING)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

(BOTH YELLING IN SLOW MOTION)

(GRUNTS)

Huh?

(GASPS)

Oh, no!

Come on, little guy!

Come on! Come back!

Don't go into the light!

(GIVING RESCUE BREATHS)

Live, bunny, live!

(GASPS) Ha!

Sorry I almost killed you. Ow.

(VALIENTE LAUGHS)

You're not helping

your reputation here, pal,

apologizing

to the bunny rabbit.

But taking out another bull...

that's an energy we can use!

ANGUS:
Who did that?

(PUFFING) Who pushed me?

Ooh! (GROANS)

It was you, wasn't it?

Actually, Angus, it was me.

Oh, I'm doomed, I'm doomed,

I'm doomed!

Primero picks a bull

tomorrow...

and I'm talking

to a bloomin' tractor.

That's just your nerves

talking, Angus.

You're gonna be fine.

No, I'm not.

First Guapo, now me. I'm next!

Can I tell you

my terrible secret? Hmm?

Can I whisper it in your ear?

Sure.

I cannot see very well. Shh!

Once they find out,

it's all over for Angus.

I'm a dead bull walking. Done!

Finito! Kaput!

Angus, wait. Whoa!

Oh.

What a surprise. I can see.

Look, a rock! Another rock!

And the world's

most ugliest dog.

Huh?

And there it is.

My nemesis!

I'm coming for you,

ya wee wooden devil!

(YELLS) Ha-hah!

I did it!

I finally beat you!

Beat you, beat you, beat you!

(GASPS)

Oh, look at that.

That's spectacular.

You've given me

a fighting chance, Ferdinand.

Why would you do such a thing?

If we don't look out

for each other, who will?

Besides, it wasn't

that big of a deal.

It was for me.

Excuse me, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry to kill the mood.

Can I steal you for a second?

I got tears, honestly.

Really did a good thing

out there, pal.

Yeah, come here.

Somethin' I wanna tell ya.

Stop helping the competition!

Ow!

What, are you gonna give

Valiente a hoof massage now?

Lupe, I'm not some...

I get it.

You don't like

the bullfighting.

It's because you're hung up

on the blood

and the guts

and the maiming...

and the gore

and the senseless violence.

Do you have a point?

My point is, it's about more

than just smashing heads.

It's about rhythm

and footwork and grace.

Don't just think of it

as a fight.

Think of it like a dance.

(RETCHES)

(HANS LAUGHING)

A bull dancing?

Is this some kind

of hilarious joke

designed to make me laugh?

You see, horses,

we have the beautifulest legs

for the dancing.

Bulls have short,

stubby legs.

Yeah. Look at me.

Moo, moo, moo.

Go eat a schnitzel,

you pasty-faced glue stick!

It's okay, Lupe,

they're right.

I mean, how could

a big, clumsy bull

ever do something like this?

(UP-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYING)

Whoo! Check out my boy

cuttin' a rug.

Yeah!

That was good.

You call that dancing? Ha!

Nein! This is dancing.

(UPBEAT ORCHESTRAL

MUSIC PLAYING)

Three against one

is hardly fair.

Lupe, get my pipes!

(RETCHES)

(UPBEAT FOLK MUSIC PLAYING)

Well, put that in your kilts

and smoke it!

Don't celebrate yet,

you rump roast!

Try this!

(UP-TEMPO ORCHESTRAL

MUSIC PLAYING)

(SNORTS)

(ALL LAUGHING)

Ooh, I hate those horses!

It's show time.

I'm going in!

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

All hooks to the coatrack

Why, why would I hold back?

Click-tack like a Kodak

Just try and stop me

Try and stop me, whoo

Long time to the climax

Fine dime, girl

Let me shine that

Oh, no with the hold back

Just try and stop me

Try and stop me, whoo

I'm on a new trip

A rocket to the moon ship

(GRUNTS)

Watch me

Whoa!

Yeah!

Watch me, watch me

Watch me

A rocket to the moon ship

Hey, watch where

you're stepping, dummkopf.

Who are you calling dummkopf?

You have four left hooves.

(ALL SCREAM)

Watch me

Yeah!

I've fallen

and I can't giddyup.

We did it, lads!

Oh, yes!

Yeah!

(BULLS CHEERING)

ANGUS:
Nice one! Nice one!

That's right,

'cause we're bulls.

Go on, horses, prance.

'Cause you can't dance.

Auf Wiedersehen.

Aw. Why didn't we

do that sooner?

Felt good to put those

show ponies in their place.

I haven't laughed like that

since ever.

Maquina, are you smiling?

BONES:
That's what it is!

A smile!

(ALL LAUGH)

Laugh your way right into

the chop house.

That's where you're headed.

No, no! Not if we

get outta here, guys.

There are places out there

where you don't

get pushed around...

or shipped to a chop house

for being yourself.

If it's so great out there,

why did they

send you back here?

Yeah, Ferd, why did they

send you back here?

Well, because...

Because you're a bull.

You think you're different,

but you're not.

Our only way out is to beat

the matador in the ring.

And that's what I'm gonna do.

But by all means, ballerinas,

keep dancing.

Tomorrow, I'll be

on the winner's truck.

Don't listen to him, guys.

He's right. We're bulls.

This is the only place for us.

Sorry, Ferd.

I gotta get back to training.

You should, too.

(GROANS)

Guys!

LUPE:
Ferd, pal...

I think they got a point.

We're running outta time.

They wanna stay, I get it.

But I'm leaving here tonight.

Let's bust outta here, Lupe.

And go where?

This is it, Ferd.

It's a dog-eat-dog,

bull-fight-bull,

everybody-hate-goat world.

It doesn't have

to be that way.

I'll take you to my home.

It's different there.

And Nina... (CHUCKLES)

Nina will love you.

Who's this Nina?

And what's love?

So you'll come?

(SCOFFS)

Do you really think...

I'm just gonna throw away

my three-day dream

of training a champion bull?

Oh.

Of course I am!

It was a stupid dream!

I have a new dream.

Busting out of this stink hole

with my best friend!

Just one problem,

this joint is locked up tight.

No one gets outta this place.

Actually, that's not true.

A bull wanting to escape

Casa del Toro?

Hah, good luck with that,

amigo.

Look, I could

really use your help.

Do you know a way outta here?

Yeah. We might know a way.

But what's in it for us?

Ooh.

(LAUGHS)

Really?

(STAMMERS) Excuse me,

you're re-gifting my gift

to the gerbils?

First of all, hedgehogs.

And you will never,

ever buy us

with a cheap piece of junk.

(UPBEAT SONG PLAYING)

Ooh!

No, don't do it! Resist!

(STRAINING)

I can't help it!

Mmm! It gives me the happies.

Okay, yeah.

Way to play hardball, Cuatro.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

FERDINAND:
That's the plan?

You want me to go

through the house?

If we get caught

inside that house,

we're toast.

Oh, I love toast.

You wanna get out of here,

don't you?

Okay. Let's do it.

All right, just do

exactly what we do.

Balls.

(STIFLED GRUNTING)

(BLEATING)

(SIGHS)

Yeah, maybe don't do

exactly as we do.

Now, you go through there.

Me? Through there?

Uh, have you seen these hips?

Where there's a will,

there's a way.

FERDINAND:
(GRUNTING)

I can't! I can't!

I'm stuck! Wait!

(STRAINING)

Get your hoof...

Squeeze in!

...out of my mouth.

It's not working.

It's not working.

(BOTH SHOUT)

(UPBEAT SONG PLAYING)

(ALL GASP)

(GRUNTING)

Okay, all right,

we gotta do something, guys.

One, two, three, four

Uno, do', tres, cuatro

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