Rio Page #6

Come on!

Let's go get Jewel.

Wait, Blu! Where are you going?

Okay.

I saw Blu! He's riding on a bulldog!

What?

There they are! That's the float!

That float is a crime in itself!

There he is!

- Hey, Jewel.

- Blu!

- I'm gonna get you out of here.

- No.

No, Blu, you can't be here.

You have to go. Nigel...

Hello, pretty bird.

So kind of you to join our little soire.

Come on. You really think I came alone?

I got three of the roughest, meanest

craziest birds in all of Rio

right behind me.

You heard that, guys? We're saved!

- That's right. That's right.

- I think he means us.

Love. It's such a powerful and stupid thing.

Yes. Well done, Nigel.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Out of the way.

Sorry. Wait! Wait!

We actually made it! Hey, Marcel!

Can we do this again next year?

Please? Please?

Could I drive next year, too?

Wait! Come back!

Get in!

I don't know how I got up here,

but I ain't never coming down!

Come on, kid.

I'm gonna get you guys out of here.

- What do you think you're doing?

- Nothing.

You shouldn't have done that.

Come on.

Just forget him!

Get the birds!

They're getting away.

We'll see about that.

Watch out!

We did it, boys.

- Yes! We did it.

- We're the best!

Is that a float?

Wow! Look at the detail on that thing.

Pull up you, idiot! Pull up!

Blu! Blu!

Oh, Blu.

Sorry, Eva,

I'm not gonna be home for dinner.

What are you doing?

I'm gonna pop this cage open

like a soda can.

Now, that's popping!

Hurry. We got to help the others.

I'm a pretty bird, I'm a pretty bird.

Who's a pretty bird? I'm a pretty bird.

Pretty bird, I'm a pretty bird.

Come on!

I'm out!

The light!

Go! Go! Go!

Freedom!

Geronimo!

Come on! Come on!

We need to get out!

Wait, wait, wait!

It's okay. Hey, it's okay.

We'll figure this out together. Right?

Let him go!

Ow!

Jewel!

My wing.

Oh, pity.

Now we have two useless,

flightless birds.

- Huh?

- Not cool, man. Not cool!

Uh-oh.

We're going down!

- Okay, okay.

- Rock, paper, scissors...

Chute!

Hasta la vista, losers!

Hey! Wait for us!

Cannonball!

Blu!

No!

Blu, you're crazy! What are you doing?

I'm not gonna let you go!

We're chained-to-each-other birds,

remember?

Wow.

Blu! You're flying!

Yeah!

I'm flying! I'm really flying.

You're right, I'm not an ostrich.

I'm not an ostrich!

What?

Dad! Look!

Idiots.

Linda!

Blu?

It's Blu! Look, Tulio, it's Blu!

And he's flying.

My Blu is flying!

He's flying.

Here, let me see.

Don't worry.

I'll take care of you.

That's my big, brave boy.

All the birds of a feather

Do what we love most of all

Moon and the stars

Strumming guitars

That's why we love Carnaval

Loving our life in the jungle

Everything's wild and free

Never alone

'Cause this is our home

Magic can happen for real

In Rio

All by itself

By itself

You can't see it coming

You can't find it anywhere else

I'm the capoeira king-a

King-a, king-a, king-a

King-a!

Birds like me 'cause I'm a hot wing-a

Pedro, hot-a-wing-a

Here everybody loves samba

I like the samba

Rhythm you feel in your heart

I'm the samba master

Beauty and love

What more could you want?

Fantasy can be for real

In Rio

Here's something else

Something else

You just feel it happening

You won't find it anywhere else

I love you, Rio!

English - US

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