Ferdinand Page #6

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(SINGING CONTINUES IN SPANISH)

Whoa, look at

the cute squirrels.

What?

(SCREAMS)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

We are hedgehogs!

Okay, it's a straight shot

through the kitchen

to the front door.

And then, you're home free.

Piece of cake.

(GASPS) I love cake.

(GRUNTING)

He's coming down,

he's coming down!

Run!

(GRUNTS)

Can you just try to be

a little more quiet?

(RUBBER GLOVES SQUEAKING)

(FART NOISE)

Shh.

Yikes on a stick.

What are you doing

with 53 swords?

Is that...?

My dad.

Oh, Ferd.

He was the bravest bull

I knew.

He really believed

he could beat the matador.

All of them did.

The bull never wins.

Come on, Ferd.

Let's get you home.

The door to freedom.

UNA:
Ferd, what are you doing?

Come on, we gotta go now!

No. I can't leave.

What? Ferd,

this is your only chance!

The guys back there

still think they can win.

Just like my dad did.

And I can't let them

end up on that wall.

Guys? Everybody up, come on!

We have to go now!

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

(GRUNTS)

(BLEATS WEAKLY)

Have you lost

your bloody mind?

We have to get

outta here tonight!

El Primero's selecting a bull

in the morning.

We're not going anywhere.

I'm gonna take his butt down.

No! You don't

wanna get selected.

Trust me,

it's a death sentence.

Rubbish! Not if you win.

FERDINAND:
That's just it.

No bull wins. Ever.

I was in Moreno's house,

I saw it.

Jings! Crivens!

And help ma boab!

And there's a lot more

where that came from.

A lot more.

There's really no way to win?

You get to fight

in a big fancy arena...

but I'm telling you,

it's just another chop house.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

Why would I believe

a coward...

who thinks the only way out

is through the back door?

Are you crazy?

Did you not hear what I said?

Bulls fight or they go down.

That's how the world works.

There's nothing left

for you here, Valiente.

Come with us.

No!

What are you so afraid of?

I'm not afraid of anything!

(BOTH GRUNT)

Come on, fight me.

I'm not gonna fight you,

Valiente.

Coward!

Fight!

Valiente, stop!

You're soft.

Like your father.

And the soft ones

always go down!

Stop!

(GASPS SOFTLY)

MORENO:
What's going on?

That one is the best bull.

I'll fight him

in Madrid tomorrow.

LUPE:
Oh, this is bad.

You got selected

by El Primero. (GASPING)

Do you know what this means?

A sword through his melon!

Horns on the wall.

(GRUNTS MEANINGFULLY)

Exactly, Maquina.

We gotta get you

outta here now!

Oh, no. I know that look.

No, no, don't say it.

I'm not leaving.

(BLEATS)

Oh! You're killing me!

Not unless everyone

is coming with me.

Yes!

Sign me up!

I'm in!

(GRUNTS)

Okay, you happy now?

I said everyone.

Klaus, Greta...

I'm sorry

for the things I said

about your terrible dancing.

Nein. Nein. (SOBS) Hans...

I am the horse that is full

of the shame and the regret.

I cannot stay mad at you.

Kommen Sie,

you sons of stallions.

Let's Hagen Dazs it out.

(ALL EXCLAIM AND SNORT)

(MOOING IN DISTANCE)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

What is the meaning of this?

(MOOING)

How did you get in here,

stinky bull?

Stinky hedgehogs.

I am blinded!

Adis.

HANS:
Greta, Klaus,

where are you?

UNA:
Hedge for one...

ALL:
and hog for all!

You messed

with the wrong hogs.

Okay. Let's go!

Hurry! Keep it moving!

(GRUNTS)

Get to work, Ferd.

HANS:
This is an outrage!

Open the door!

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

Valiente?

Valiente?

VALIENTE:

What are you doing here?

What do you think I'm doing?

I'm getting you outta here.

(RATTLING)

Come on!

We don't have a lot of time.

Don't you get it? Look at me!

I'm already done.

Oh, sure.

That makes total sense.

You're either a fighter

or you're meat, right?

That's right.

It doesn't

have to be that way.

You're more than just

a set of horns.

Come with us.

(SCOFFS) So I can...

sniff flowers and pal around

with goats?

No, that's my thing.

You can live

your own life now.

But not if you give up.

(GRUNTING AND CLANGING

IN DISTANCE)

GUAPO:
Oh, Mama!

(FERDINAND GASPS)

It's Guapo!

Valiente, come on!

Go away.

Wow. I thought you were a fighter.

I guess I was wrong.

Where are they?

GRETA:
Open the door!

Get back in there.

Guapo!

(GRUNTING)

Guapo!

Guap... Whoa!

Oh, Ferdinand!

I did not get picked

by El Primero!

I know. And that's

a good thing, trust me.

I'm gonna get you down.

Thank holy goodness.

I didn't think

I was going to make it.

(WHIRRING)

(BUZZER SOUNDS)

(GASPS)

Oh, no.

Ahhh! Help me!

Hang on!

Ferdinand!

Hold on, Guapo!

Don't let go! Don't let me go!

Hang on!

Don't let me go!

(YELLING)

(GRUNTING)

(GUAPO PANTING)

Val?

Thought you could use

an extra horn.

Whoa!

What? What's the problem?

Nothing! You look great. Oh!

So, we getting

outta here or what?

Over here, guys!

Help!

(BOTH WHIMPERING)

(SCREAMING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

That wasn't so bad.

Yeah, quite relaxing.

(BOTH WHIMPERING)

Watch out!

GUAPO:

What are you guys doing?

We're trying to help you!

Well, you're doing

a terrible job!

(ALL SCREAMING)

(CRASHING)

(FESTIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

Anyone got an ice pick?

(MUFFLED YELLING)

GUAPO:
Mama!

Here they come!

(ALL SCREAMING)

Holy cow!

Hey, guys.

Guapo lives!

Okay. I deserve that.

Everybody in!

You better know

how to drive this thing.

We're about to find out.

Okay, guys. Think thin!

(GASPS)

We got company! Hit it!

Yeah!

(YELPS) Bull overboard!

(BLEATS)

Go!

Wait for me! Wait for me!

(YELLING)

Are you seeing this, too?

If you lose my bull,

I'll fight you in the ring.

Bunny!

(GROANS)

(GASPS)

Your turn.

Go!

(SQUEAKING)

Come on, Angus. You can do it!

I'm a bull, not a doctor.

(MAQUINA GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING RAPIDLY)

(HORN BLARES)

They're getting closer.

Speed up!

I'm pressing as hard as I can!

Which way?

Hard right.

I don't feel so good.

Yeah.

Been there, buddy.

I said right!

I thought you meant my right.

We have the same right!

(ALL SCREAM)

(BLEATS)

ANGUS:
A convertible!

Fancy!

(SCREAMING)

Get over there.

(BLEATS)

(SCREAMS)

My hand!

Take the wheel.

Who? Me? (YELLS)

(WHIMPERING)

(GROWLS)

(GASPS)

Aah!

(YELLING)

I got ya, hedgehog.

(ALL SCREAM)

GUAPO:
Whoo!

VALIENTE:
Yeah!

BONES:

Nothing can stop us now!

(HORNS HONKING)

What part of Scotland

is this anyway?

This is lovely.

Come on. Move it, people.

I'm starving.

(GRUNTING) Come on!

(HUFFS)

Let's go!

(GASPS) What now, Ferd?

FERDINAND:
That's it.

We gotta get to the train.

Guys, we gotta hoof it.

(SCREAMS)

(WOMAN GASPS)

Whoo!

Do what I do.

Ha-ha!

Yeah, right.

Sorry. Oop, my bad!

(BLOWING WHISTLE)

(MUSIC PLAYING)

I'm free to do what I want

And have a good time

Now somebody, anybody,

everybody, say

I'm free to do what I want

And have a good time

Now somebody, anybody,

everybody, say

Miami

We were born to be free

UK:

We were born to be free

Spain

Let's escape and feel free

Oh! Hello, handsome.

Oh, they're coming!

(BULLS BELLOW)

Bahamas

We were born to be free

Cuba

Can't wait to live free

Yeah

I'm free to do what I want

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