Happy Feet Page #3
- Fish.
- Yeah. You're so fish.
No. Fish!
Fish!
Oh, that's mine.
- That's lousy.
- You didn't get one?
Sorry.
Gloria. You got one?
- Nope. Not this time.
- You have it.
- Thank you, Mumble, but it's yours.
- I want you to have it.
- No. You caught it. You eat it.
- I want you to--
Skua! You get back here!
- Come on.
- Mumble! Let go!
Mumble! Let go!
You just let him get away!
- Is he breathing?
- He's certainly not eating.
Mumble? Are you okay?
Mumble?
Take the fish.
- What?
- Take the stupid fish.
Oh, okay.
Thank you, Mumble.
You're welcome.
- somebody to
Love
On this, our night of graduation,
infatuation, illumination...
...top of the class, Missy Gloria.
Each morning I get up, I die a little
Can barely stand on my feet
Take a look at yourself
Take a look in the mirror and cry a little
Lord, what you doing to me?
I spent all my years in believing you
I just can't get no relief, Lord
- Somebody
- Somebody
- Somebody
- Please
Can anybody find me
Somebody to love?
- She works hard
- Every day
Every day
Oh, I try and I try and I try
But everybody wants to put me down
They say, they say, I'm going crazy
They say I got a lot of water in my brain
Got no common sense
I got nobody left to believe in
What's wrong with you?
- Mumble.
- Yeah?
- It's better you just--
- Yeah, I know.
- You listen. You know?
- Yeah.
- Sorry.
- It's okay.
- Sorry.
- Sing the song.
You're great. That was great.
Oh, baby, find me
Come on. Put your flippers
in the air, now.
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
I'm searching high and low.
I'm searching the high and low.
Yes, there's somebody out there
who needs to find me.
Somebody, anybody
I'm somebody.
I wanna love someone
Send someone over here
Can anybody find me
Somebody to
Love
Mumble!
- Who do you think you are?
- Yeah, you're spoiling it for everybody.
- Take a flying leap.
- Yeah, jump in the lake.
Where is my baby?
Anybody find me, find me
Find me, find me
Somebody
Okay, fellas. Cut it out.
I'm completely terrified.
Gloria?
Guys?
Get up here or I'll come in after you.
- Safe!
- Oh, yeah!
- You the bomb, bro.
- That's a 9.8.
- I give you 10.
- Why?
Oh, no, no, no. Come on.
Bring it. Bring it on.
- Kiss my frozen tushy.
- Kiss it. Kiss it.
Come here, sausage.
I take you with ketchup.
But first you got to catch up.
Oh, here he comes.
You better move in a half an hour.
Let's get out of here.
- Hey, amigo, do that again.
- Do what?
- That thing with the--
- The clickety-clickety.
- That.
- Yeah, do it.
- Come on, come on.
- Well, I just kind of go:
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Oh, nice.
And then this:
Way to go! It's amazing!
- Oh, the little whisker.
- Look at him.
Oh, he's leaving.
Oh, no, that was his face!
Remember, dumplings,
I know where you live.
Yeah, it's called land, lard face.
Flop back anytime, rubber butt!
See you, fatty.
That's cool. "See you, fatty!"
Did it take you a while
to come up with that one?
All right, way to go, tall guy.
Give me fin, give me fin.
To the left, to the right
I'm getting it, oh, yes
Look out, here I go
I got it, I got it, I don't, I had it
Oh, my stomach hurts. I gotta pee.
Ain't you coming, tall boy?
What, you got something better to do?
- No.
- Well, then, come along, Fluffy, let's go.
Hey, stretch, you like to party?
Party? I guess so.
Well, stick with us, baby.
Yeah, because we practically
own the action here.
Mambo!
Everybody's so... spontan-you-us.
Spontan-you-us!
And these are the bad times!
- Yeah, our food chain go loco.
- Everyone a bit down.
But it ain't gonna stop no party!
- Viva la party!
- Watch me work.
Gosh, he's eating rocks.
- You hear what he said?
- "Eating rocks."
But he had a rock in his mouth.
That's no rock, hombre. It's love stones.
- For building the nest.
- The one with the most pebbles wins.
You know:
You're not interested in chicas?
- Hey, hey, hey.
- You kidding?
Without us, the chicas got no boom.
- Why aren't you collecting pebbles?
- Pebbles, schmebbles, man.
We got personality, with a capital Y.
Why? Because we're hot.
Watch and learn, tall boy.
- Hey. Hey, baby.
- Over here, mama. Chicky baby.
- Baby.
- What are you looking at?
- You looking at me?
- Come over here.
- Come on, mam.
- You see something you like, yes?
I don't think so. Not tonight, baby.
Oh, don't be so snooty, booty.
That's the way... you like it, you like it
You want it, I got it
Could've had it, you missed it
Look at the feet, huh?
- Where'd you learn that?
- The big guy.
- He from out of town.
- He with us.
- Do it again.
- Do it, baby. Show me those flipping feet.
- No, no, no. Sorry, girls.
- Some other time maybe.
You guys are soft in the head, okay?
Let's go.
- Leave them wanting more, you know?
- Hold back till the season.
- You show them what you got.
- Either you got it or not.
- And the Amigos?
- We got it!
You think I could get some of it?
Hombre, you've got so much already,
you dangerous, baby.
You really think so?
You kidding? With moves like yours...
...you must have all the ladies
drooling at your feet.
- I wouldn't say that.
- Oh, listen to him. He's so cute.
Let me tell something to you.
Except for me, tall boy,
you got the most charisma of anybody.
Put that ego away, Ramon,
you're gonna hurt someone.
You so jealous. Just a moment.
I hear people wanting something.
Me!
- Mambo
- Okay, you girlies, Mambo
One more time now, mambo
Mambo, mambo, mambo
Mambo!
Your turn, your turn.
Oh, get down.
Man, this guy is so accidentally cool.
Okay, okay.
Mama!
Mommy!
Come on, Fluffy.
Oh, I love gravity.
- Oh, I feel like reminiscing.
- Remin-icing?
- It was too close.
- Come on, come on.
Hey, guys! Where are we going?
- We relocating.
- Placing ourselves elsewhere.
- But that thing, what was it?
- How should we know?
- We're penguins.
- Very little penguins.
But where did it come from?
It's so weird, so alien.
- What's he talking about?
- Some hombre called Elian.
I don't know a guy Elian.
I knew a guy named Estevan--
- Not Estevan, Elian.
- Guys, we have a mystery here.
A mind-boggling mystery.
So? What are we
supposed to do about it?
Amigos, we gotta get
to the bottom of this thing.
Big guy, let me tell something to you.
Come close. Don't be afraid.
- You want answers?
- Yeah.
- That's all you need?
- Yeah.
- Nothing else?
- No.
Then this is very easy.
You go see Lovelace.
- Lovelace.
- Go see Lovelace.
- Genius, Ramon. You are the man.
- Thank you.
- I take a moment for myself.
- Let's go.
- Bow down.
- You the man.
- That's enough, I feel your love.
- Who's Lovelace?
- Lovelace is the guru.
- Go see Lovelace.
- He got the answer to everything.
- Everything.
- Really?
- Ask him, he never wrong.
But first, you gonna need a pebble.
Hold it, y'all. I have a warning
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