Ice Age: Continental Drift Page #3
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- That's me
- 'Tis he
- That's me
- 'Tis he
Okay, okay.
And these are my brave buccaneers
All of whom were once
Lost souls like you
It's true
- He rescued us
- He saved our butts
For that we owe our lives to Gutt
And assuming he doesn't kill you
You will owe him, too
Kill them?
Me? No, no.
Well, at least not this
very large, useful mammoth.
Hey, hands off.
Anyway...
Here we are on a ship
Moving at quite a clip
Through the ever-shifting ice
Come along on a trip
- That's a hint
- That's a tip
That's good advice
To survive you must learn to plunder
Luckily that's my field of expertise
He's the best.
- He's a robbing, thieving
- We really should be leaving.
- Weapon throwing
- We got to get going.
- Sloth-slaying
- Wish we could be staying.
Undisputed
Uncontested
- Monkey suited
- Yeah, you guessed it
Master of the seas
Oh, please.
- That's me
- 'Tis he
- That's me
- 'Tis he
- It's who?
- It's you
Just testing, I knew.
It's me
Good shanty, sir.
"Captain Gutt"? Really?
I have a little paunch, too,
but I wouldn't name myself after it.
That's funny. You're a funny guy.
But that's not how I got my name.
These got me my name.
- I don't get it.
- No?
Okay.
Let me give you a visual aid.
- That tickles.
- And go down like this.
And then your innards
become your outwards.
Um, I still don't get it.
Look, as much as I'm tempted
to join a monkey...
the Easter Bunny
and a giant bag of pudding...
I'll pass.
No one's going to stop me
from getting back to my family.
I'm going to lambada
with your liver, buddy.
Let me at him!
That family is going to be the death of you.
First mate, jettison the deadweight.
Aye-aye, sir. Prepare the plank!
Prepare the plank!
Preparing the plank!
What?
You want me to walk into the water?
I can't because I just ate less than
20 minutes ago, and you know the rule.
That's a myth.
Okay, as long as it's safe.
- Wait!
- Oh, thank goodness.
Dump the wench, too.
Ladies first.
Such a nice boy.
Why can't you be more like him, Sidney?
Granny, no! Wait!
Manny!
Get me to the vine.
Yeah, yeah, got it.
You all got some ugly goldfish.
Come on, a little more.
No!
Extinct that mammoth.
Come on, Manny, kick his monkey butt!
Look at you.
Eleven tons of landlubber blubber.
Hey, I'm not fat! I'm poufy.
Too bad, Tubby. I could have used you.
Ain't going to happen, Captain.
I got you, Granny.
Giddy up, let's go, let's go.
Does anyone have floaties?
No! No!
My bounty!
They sunk our battleship.
What are we going to do?
We're all going to drown.
You're a sea creature, you idiot.
Good point, sir.
Should I fly the white, captain?
No!
Wait, what about Shira?
- What about her?
- Yeah, what about her?
Anyone else want to play "Captain"?
Good.
Now come on, blubber-brain. Swim.
Hey! Gutt! Flynn! Anyone there?
Here, grab hold.
No, go away. I'd rather drown.
Whatever the lady wants.
I said I didn't need your help.
You're welcome.
So, care to join our scurvy crew?
Two sloths, a mammoth and a saber?
You guys are like the start of a bad joke.
And we saved you.
That makes you the punch line, kitty.
Don't call me "kitty. "
Okay, I won't...
Kitty.
If they kiss, I'm going to puke.
What? Wait, no.
Are we there yet?
I don't think we're ever going to get there.
Maybe we should rest for a few hours.
Thank you.
Night, Ellie.
I miss you, Dad.
Well, that's something
you don't see every day.
Ethan!
Hi.
I meant to do that.
I've never seen a mammoth sleep like that.
What? No, this just helps me think.
It gets blood to the old noggin
and away from the old... whatever.
Okay, that's a little weird.
So, how are you doing, you know,
with all of this?
Honestly, a little scared.
Okay, a lot scared.
Everything we knew is gone.
Yeah, I was pretty scared, too.
I mean, not scared, but, like, concerned.
Do you want to walk with me tomorrow?
Try and get our minds off all this stuff.
You want to walk with me?
You did almost flatten me this morning.
So, I figure it can't
really go worse than that, right?
Yeah.
Just one thing.
It's totally no big deal, but
you might want to lose the molehog.
Louis? Yeah, sure, not a problem.
Wow.
Someone looks happy.
Ethan's great, isn't he?
Baby, I know you like this one...
but just don't let anyone change
who you are, okay?
I know.
You coming up?
down here tonight.
Okay.
Night, baby.
Night, Mom.
Good night, Dad.
Hey, chew this sandwich for me.
Granny, why didn't our family want us?
What's wrong with us?
They think we're screw-ups
and we can't do anything right.
Aah!
It's a rat!
No! No!
- Screw up.
- Oh, Sid!
We'll never make it home on this thing.
Maybe you should have thought of that
before you capsized our berg, genius.
Yeah, trying to escape.
- Wimp!
- Whiner!
- Crybaby!
- Land!
Yeah, land! Wait, what?
Not her. There!
Land!
Everyone paddle. Paddle!
Food! I missed you so much!
Look at me, I've wasted away.
Okay, snack time is over.
We got to build a raft.
Manny.
Wow, Shira must really hate building rafts.
Go get her. She can help us get back.
Shira!
Gotcha!
Whoa!
Let go of me.
Where do you think you're going?
Whoa!
Switchback Cove.
It's the way home.
Oh, no.
You call this a ship you miserable runts?
Yeah, you little runts. Get to work.
Faster, you worthless, wormy
sons of sorry excuses...
for shark bait weevils!
- What did he say?
- I don't know.
Now get this chunk of ice
seaworthy by sundown...
or I will keelhaul the lot of you!
So what do you think?
Two words, anger management.
I'm talking about the current.
Diego's right. We found the way home.
Yeah, that's great.
Too bad we don't have a ship.
Sure we do. It's right there.
Well, that's a flawless plan.
You want to pirate a pirate ship
from pirates.
It pains me to say this, but...
- our prisoner has a point.
- Yeah, well...
Guys. The trees have ears.
Wait a minute,
maybe we can help each other.
Hey, little fellas. Hey, come on out.
No, no, it's okay.
We're not going to hurt you.
How about you and us
against the pirates, huh?
You got no idea what I'm saying, do you?
Okay, ship, me want.
Yeah, nice try Jungle Jim.
Go ahead make fun. He got it.
Thank you.
May I try?
Okay, watch this.
Sick sloths sip broth, sick sloths sip broth.
Wuga, wuga, wuga, wuga.
Puda, puda, puda, puda.
Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy.
Oh!
Ta-da!
That, they got?
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