Looney, Looney, Looney Bugs Bunny Movie Page #4

Say thanks to the audience, piggies.

Thanks. thanks. Thanks.

That's enough. Now sit down.

They nominate that wolf for acting?

Ha! he couldn't call his dog believably.

O.K., Charlie, roll it.

Remember the story

of three little pigs

one played a pipe,

and the other danced jigs

the three little pigs

are still around

but they're playing music

with a modern sound

Three little pigs were in the groove

everything was running smooth

the pigs were due for a big surprise

for the wolf appeared

with red-rimmed eyes

ooh, you're cool.

Ooh, you're cool.

Ooh, you're cool, man, cool.

Well, to show he was friendly,

he shook their hand

announced he was joining up

with the band

instead of starting an argument

a-1 and a-2 and away they went

The three little pigs

were really gassed

they'd never heard such a corny blast

we've played in the west.

We've played in the east.

We've heard the most.

But you're the least.

Well, The Big Bad Wolf was really mad

he wanted to play music

and he wanted to play bad

they stopped me

before I could go to town,

so I'll huff and puff

and blow their house down.

The house of straw was blown away

the pigs had to find

another place to play

the dew drop inn, a house of sticks

the three little pigs

were giving out licks

well, the piano-playing pig

was swinging like a gate

doing Liberace on an 88

I wish

my brother George was here.

Three little pigs were having a ball

when The Big Bad Wolf,

he entered the hall

The Big Bad Wolf, he sat right down

come on, cats. We're going to town.

Hey, I'm out of sight.

From the crowd came an angry shout

stop the music! Throw the square out!

The Big Bad Wolf was really sore

if they're going to get tough,

I'll give them more.

They don't know talent in this here town.

I'll huff and puff

and blow the place down.

The dew drop inn did drop down

three little pigs

crawled out of the rubble

this Big Bad wolf gives

us nothing but trouble.

So we won't be bothered

by his windy tricks...

The next place we play

must be made of bricks.

Sturdy place, this house of bricks

built in 1776

high-class place

with a high-class crowd

sign on the door...

"No wolves allowed"

the wolf was sore and fit to be tied

he was sworn and determined

to get inside

he huffed and puffed

at the house of bricks

but bricks are stronger

than straw or sticks

he huffed and puffed

and bleeped and blooped

and at 10:
00 was completely pooped

but all of a sudden

came a ray of hope

I could disguise myself.

Boy, what a dope.

How do you like that, sister?

He's running the whole gamut of emotions

from "a" to "b."

If you don't shut

that yellow beak of yours,

I'll shut it for you.

I'd like to see you try it.

This beak of mine is

going to keep flapping...

Maybe that will shut you up for a while.

I suppose you think that's funny.

Not us, Big Bad.

Watch it, pigs.

I'll show those pigs that I'm not stuck.

If I can't blow it down, I'll blow it up.

Well, The Big Bad Wolf

was really gone

and with him went his corny horn

went out of this world

without a trace

didn't go to heaven,

was the other place

The Big Bad Wolf, he learned the rule.

You got to get hot to play real cool.

Eh, for the next nomination,

we have two of Hollywood's

most popular stars...

Tweety Pie and Sylvester.

Thanks a lot.

Tank you. Tank you for this great honor.

Here's a few scenes

of Tweety and Sylvester

at their best.

I thought I taw a Puddy Tat.

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

If I were you, I'd put him back.

It can only lead to self-destruction.

It only takes one bird to start you.

And before you know it,

it's two birds, then three.

Suddenly, without realizing it,

you're a victim.

Then one day, the end of the road.

If you really want to beat this,

look us up.

We can help you.

Our new member has come to us for help.

Would someone volunteer

to tell what B.A. Has done for him?

I was a three-bird-a-day p*ssy cat

until B.A. Helped me.

Being on a bird kick cost me five homes.

B.A. helped me solve my problem.

Fellow members, from now on, my motto is,

"birds is strictly for the birds."

Good morning, my little feathered friend.

I got it beat.

My will power is indomitab-ble.

Sylvester, you are weally a hypocrite.

Let's see what's cooking on TV.

After a-basting,

you'll find that your bird.

Will come out a-golden brown.

Every succulent morsel.

Will simply melt in your mouth.

See how easy the white meat slices, eh?

Doesn't that look...

What's the matter with me?

I... I got to get birds off my mind.

Maybe I'll take up a hobby.

Badminton? no, it's got a birdie.

Ah, golf! There's birdies in golf.

Falconry?

No, no, that's out.

Baseball! that's it.

What about the Baltimore Orioles?

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

Yeah, you ought to be

ashamed of yourself.

You bad old Puddy Tat.

I know. I'll play the radio.

Music will get my mind off of it.

That was Bye-Bye, Blackbird.

Now we'll play.

When the red, red Robin comes

Bob, Bob, bobbin' along.

I got to stop myself!

There. now I won't be able

to get the bird.

Oh, Mr. Puddy Tat,

don't you wike me anymore?

I... I think... I think...

I think you're...

I think you're... delicious!

I'm sorry I had to do that.

I was afraid you might be weakening.

yes. I did weaken.

Thanks a lot.

Aah!

Uh-oh. here we go again.

One little bird. Just one. Just one!

No one will know the difference.

No one. Just one.

Then I'll quit. I'll quit after one.

Just one. Ha ha! One little bird.

One! one!

I... I can't stand it. I'm weak.

My compliments

on a very fine performance, Sylvester.

Say, you're pretty good, too, Clarence.

I got to have a birdie!

I'm weak! I'm weak, but I don't care.

I can't help it.

After all, I am a p*ssy cat.

Oh, come now.

There's no need for this demonstration.

Birds and cats

can live together with brotherly love.

Watch. come here, little bird.

There, you see? I really love birds.

Stop it!

Let me go! I got to have it!

One little bird, just one!

Control yourself!

Like I said before,

once a bad old Puddy Tat,

always a bad old Puddy Tat.

I'll take possession of that little bird.

You can't be trusted.

And that makes two of you.

That's the story of my life...

In one cat and out the other.

Our next nominee is a star

whose name is synonymous

with show business...

It's about time!

Whose fame has spread all over the world.

Hold your applause

until he announces my name.

Then you can cheer your heads off.

And the nominee is, eh...

Oh! oh, goodness me. How about that?

The nominee is... hee hee hee!

Bugs Bunny!

What? Bugs Bunny?

It can't be. This whole

thing must be fixed.

It's a big ripoff.

And here's a few scenes

from my picture High Diving Hare.

Hurry, hurry, hurry!

Step right this way, friends,

right this way.

Yes, sir, ladies and gentlemen,

the greatest aggregation

of talent ever to be presented

on any vaudeville stage...

Butterfingers and Clumsy,

the world's foremost jugglers,

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