Mr. Popper's Penguins Page #8

Why are you hitting yourself? Huh?

Why are you hitting yourself?

That's not attractive for a zoo official. Huh?

l'll tell you what.

Now you're trapped like an animal.

lt's ironic.

Hey! Don't. . .

Come back here!

Did you see that?

-Pretty good date so far.

-We're just getting started.

Driver, Tavern on the Green.

Hold on, boss. Hold on, l got it.

Hey, hey! Stop!

MRS. VAN GUNDY:
There have been

a lot of rumors floating around lately,

and l'm here to clear them up.

l have always said

that l would only sell the Tavern

if l found the right person.

And that's why l'm here to announce...

(SLOWLY) Wait!

Don't

do

it!

Did you like that? The slow motion effect.

l just wanted to get your attention.

Mrs. Van Gundy, you can't sell this place.

-l know.

-lf you sell it to me, l'll just tear it down.

And then Freddy and Tito and Klaus,

and the guy that looks like Chef Boyardee

will be out on the street.

-l know.

-This place is a part of New York history.

lt's a part of my history.

l came here with my father.

The other day l had the best

second first date a man could ever have.

And l would rather cut my hands off

and stick knives in my eyes than. . .

Wait, l'd have to do the eyes first

and then the hands,

and l'd have to have somebody

help me cut the right hand off

-because the left hand would be gone.

-Mr. Popper, stop talking.

-Okay.

-l'm not selling.

You're not?

Mmm-mmm.

Glad we got dressed up.

There he is.

Excuse me, folks.

Nat Jones, New York Zoo.

This man has been trafficking

in stolen penguins.

(SCOFFlNG) What are you even talking

about from left field?

Penguins?

lt's absurd.

No, no, no! Penguins, please!

Hi, Pip.

l thought you were going to stay in the car.

They pecked the power locks.

He has been keeping

these defenseless creatures

locked away in his apartment.

When l tried to save them,

he broke into the zoo and kidnapped them.

l've seen these penguins before.

ls it true, Mr. Popper?

Yes, l'm afraid so.

Why did you do it?

Knowing you,

it must be for some sort of personal gain.

Yes, the kind no amount of money can buy.

For Pete's sake.

Mr. Popper and his equally crazy family

believe that these penguins love him.

They are wrong.

lf they have to choose between love

and a nice juicy sardine,

they will choose the fish every time.

-l don't think so.

-Let's find out.

He's got a fish.

l got this.

Come on, guys.

Come on.

JONES:
Come on. Yeah.

That's right.

Captain, come on.

Come to Popper.

(HONKlNG)

Hey! That's my guys.

(CROWD APPLAUDlNG)

No! That doesn't prove anything.

Come on, aren't you going to arrest him?

For what? Winning?

ls that what we do in this country?

ls that what America is all about?

l don't think so! l don't think so!

America!

Have you people lost your mind?

He's breaking the law.

Come on, guy, have a heart.

Have a heart?

l'm going to call the Chief of Police.

l'm going to call the Mayor.

MRS. VAN GUNDY:
Oh, allow me.

Michael.

-What?

-How are you, dear?

l've got a small matter

-that needs your attention.

-Come on.

That's not good.

The penguins will be provided for.

Mr. Popper always has a plan.

-This is insane!

-Quiet, you. Quit your quarrelling.

-Pippi.

-Quint.

Pleasure.

Quite.

Well, l guess we have custody.

l guess we do.

MRS. VAN GUNDY:
Mr. Popper.

Mrs. Van Gundy.

Congratulations. The Tavern is yours.

l told you.

l never forget a name.

l just needed to be sure

that that little boy

hadn't gotten lost somewhere.

Nice work, Popper.

Hey, Franklin.

When do we break ground

on the new building?

We're not.

Hmm?

What are you talking about?

-lt's really beautiful, Thom.

-Thank you.

You did a great job, Dad.

l appreciate that, Billy.

But it wasn't just me.

l'm just the mastermind.

So, l brought you here today

because l want to tell you something.

l'm going on a trip, very far away.

And l could be gone for a very long time.

So, l'm going to need you

to come with me.

BOTH:
Nice!

Where are we going?

l hope it's someplace warm.

lt's not, is it?

(WlND GUSHlNG)

(HONKlNG)

Warm enough?

Perfect.

(ALL SQUAWKlNG)

Whoa!

Hey!

Will you look at that?

AMANDA:
lt's a family reunion.

BlLLY:
Hey, look, it's the Loveys.

And the Loudys.

POPPER:
And the Nimrods.

Hey, Dad. l don't think Captain likes it here.

lt's okay, girl.

You just got to get used to it, that's all.

Oh, my. (CHUCKLES)

l think she's going to be just fine.

What should we name him?

Well, he's going to be an amazing flyer.

So, how about

Bald Eagle?

Hey! He's a good reason to come back.

Yeah !

You hear that, Captain?

We're coming back.

Thank you, Captain.

You're the coolest gift l ever got.

(COOlNG)

See you soon.

BlLLY:
Way to go, Captain.

You're going to be a great mom.

Not bad, Popper. Not bad.

Yeahbsolutely.

Hmm.

(ICE ICE BABY PLAYlNG)

Yo, VIP, let's kick it

All right, stop, collaborate, and listen

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Something grabs a hold of me tightly

Flow like a harpoon, daily and nightly

Will it ever stop? Yo, l don't know

Turn off the lights and l'll glow

To the extreme I rock a mic Iike a vandaI

Light up a stage

and wax a chump like a candle

Dance, go rush the speaker that booms

l'm killing your brain

like a poisonous mushroom

Deadly when l play a dope melody

Anything less than the best is a felony

Love it or leave it, you better gang way

You better hit bull's eye, the kid don't play

lf there was a problem, yo, l'll solve it

Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

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Vanilla lce, lce, baby

VaniIIa

Now that the party is jumping

With the bass kicked in

and the Vega's are pumpin'

Quick to the point, to the point, no faking

Cooking MC's like a pound of bacon

Burning 'em, if you ain't quick and nimble

l go crazy when l hear a cymbal

And a high hat with a souped up tempo

l'm on a roll, it's time to go solo

lce, lce, baby

Vanilla lce, lce, baby

VaniIIa

Take heed 'cause l'm a lyrical poet

Miami's on the scene

just in case you didn't know it

My town that created all the bass sound

Enough to shake

and kick holes in the ground

'Cause my style's like a chemical spill

Feasible rhymes you can vision and feel

Conducted and formed,

this is a hell of a concept

We make it hype and you want to step

With this, Shay plays on the fade

Slice like a ninja, cut like a razor blade

So fast other DJ's say, "Damn!"

lf my rhyme was a drug

l'd sell it by the gram

Keep my composure

when it's time to get loose

Magnetized by the mic while l kick my juice

lf there was a problem, yo, l'll solve it

Check out the hook

while D-Shay revolves it

lce, lce, baby

Vanilla lce, lce, baby

Yo, man, let's get out of here

English - US - SDH

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