The Emperors New Groove 2 Kronks New Groove Page #3

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l know. l can't afford

any more youth potion.

Think you can do anything

to help out an old friend?

Oh.

How about if l spot you a bottle?

My precious!

Kronk just wants to keep it.

We must not let him. No!

Something's just not right here.

Figure that out

on your own, genius?

Yeah, sure did.

- Figured what out?

- OK.

Uh...

Take a look at your pal, Rudy.

This is before.

This is after.

Before. After.

You see any difference?

Hmm. Can l see "before" again?

Well, l give up.

They look exactly the same.

He looks exactly the same,

so the potion is worthless,

and Yzma's a crook, and it's all

my fault because l helped her do it.

What's the problem?

Look at him. He's happy.

Eh, fine. You win.

Oh, yeah.

Rudy?

Yzma's youth potion is a fake.

- She cheated you.

- Oh?

And... l cheated you too.

Oh...

l'm sorry.

l guess we better

go tell the others.

The others!

l almost forgot!

They're about

to elect Yzma emperor!

l never knew that was

an elective office.

- Yzma for emperor!

- Thank you, thank you!

l'd like to thank

all the little people,

but what do they matter?

What matters is me, me, me!

And when you elect me

as your new emperor,

l'm going to be

on top of the world!

- Stop this charade!

- Yzma's youth potion is a fake!

- Stop this charade!

- Yzma's youth potion is a fake!

Kronk? What are you doing?

- l want you all to look at Rudy...

- Uh!

...and tell me what you see.

Whoo! That is one

hot hunk of man!

He's in his golden years.

Not getting any younger.

Chronologically challenged.

l got wrinkles,

bunions, ear hair!

l'm still old!

Hey, he's right.

l'm still old too.

Me too! And Hildy looks like...

Uh-uh-uh. Don't even!

Yzma's a crook!

- Yzma's a witch!

- Would you excuse me a moment?

Get her!

She's getting away!

Come on, fellas!

Hit it, girls!

- Whoo-hoo!

- Yippee!

- There she is!

- She's a liar!

- Get her!

- Stop her!

- Don't let her get away!

- Shame on you!

Got you!

Back off, or l'll jump!

Wait! That can't be right.

Whoo! OK. Why don't we all

just take a step back?

Not you, Yzma.

She stole everything we have!

Yeah, we didn't chase her

all the way down here for nothing!

Nice moves back there, Hildy.

Oh! What about you?

Pouncing like a wildcat.

Hey, l just realized something.

We chased Yzma

all the way down here.

Didn't l just cover that?

Don't you see? We're busting moves

like a bunch of teenagers!

Ooh!

So, what you're saying is,

even though the potion was fake,

we're only as old as we feel.

lt's like you should thank Yzma

for robbing you of every last cent.

Wait. That can't be right.

- Let's get her!

- Stand back!

Don't make me use this!

Ooh!

Your cough medicine?

No! My most fiendishly

diabolical potion ever!

When l drink this, you won't

be able to lay a finger on me!

Get her!

- How cute!

- Cutie pie!

See? l told you so.

That's weird.

Let's all reflect on these lessons

on our way home tonight.

Well, everyone, back to the alley.

- You're living in an alley?

- Well, sure.

We sold our house to you.

l got dibs on the cardboard box!

Come on!

You had the box last night.

lt's my turn.

This is awful. l've got to

find them a place to live.

But where can l find a gigantic house

with 30 extra bedrooms?

Where?

Think, think, think!

- You thinking what l'm thinking?

- Too much salt in my spinach puffs?

Oh, no! Your house!

Right!

Whoa, Nelly!

Let's not overreact.

You wanna lose your dream house?

That's gonna get us

the big thumbs up from Papi.

lf l lose the house,

l'll let Papi down.

l can't let Papi down.

But you tricked Rudy

out of that house!

Oh, my! lt's true!

l took away Rudy's home!

Hey! You got that house

fair and square!

Yeah, but he cheated

his best friend!

No, he didn't!

Yes, l did.

l gotta do the right thing.

Rudy!

Let's talk real estate.

Looking jiggy, Burt!

Feeling jiggy, Kronk!

All aboard for Pancake Junction!

Tina! Marge! You'll be OK.

l'll help you land on your feet.

Don't worry about us.

We've been contacted

by a team of headhunters.

- But what's going to happen to you?

- Yes. You're giving up everything.

No worries. l may be

giving up everything,

but it was the right thing to do.

So when you think of our

brief time together here,

don't cry for me,

Marge and Tina.

You didn't!

Afraid so.

Oy. Enough with the pity party.

You did good.

End of story. Back to work.

Yeah, but doing good

cost me my dream house.

- And then...

- Don't tell me.

lt cost me my girl.

l said don't tell me.

These oven mitts were

the last thing she touched,

other than my fragile heart...

Oy.

...before she walked

out of my life.

Roll film!

Ah!

Wrong movie.

# All hail to Camp Chippamunka

# We proudly pledge

our troth to thee

What's a troth?

It all happened

at Camp Chippamunka.

# And greet our leaders cheerfully

Yeah, right!

We were there

for the Chipmunk Challenge.

We won Troop of the Year

two years running, going for three.

# C-H-I-P-P-amunka can't you see

# You are the acorn of my eye #

OK, Chippers!

- First, we gotta pitch the tents.

- Yay!

And then we'll review

some basic camping terminology.

Hey, Bucky. Uh-huh.

Uh-huh. Squeakity-squeak.

There's a new troop leader

named Birdwell...

...who wants to take away

our... trophy!

Look at them.

They're really snot and polish.

Yeah. lt's "spit and polish."

- Snot.

- Spit.

- Snot!

- Spit!

Whoa. Easy, kids. Spit, snot,

same general neighborhood.

And don't worry about

this Birdwell guy, whoever he is.

The important thing here

is that there are no losers.

But you always win.

Right, Kronk?

We always win.

But winning's not

what really counts.

Remember our motto.

"Keep the focus on fun!"

Two shorts and a long.

The Aquatic Games are about to begin!

You know what that means, Tipo?

Right.

Last one in's a rotten egg!

Hup, hup, hup, hup....

Halt! Left face!

- Troop leader?

- Yes, Junior Chipmunk?

Permission to speak.

Granted.

Yoli's afraid of the water again.

lt's not me! lt's Mrs. Queetzo.

Oh, gosh. Well,

we can't have that, can we?

Now, uh, um, give me the doll.

Yes. l'll have to have

a word with her. Now...

See here, Mrs. Queetzo.

Uh, Yoli is a top-notch swimmer,

and she's very, very brave.

So steady as you go, Chipper.

You're in excellent hands.

Yes. Mm-hmm.

Oh, super-duper!

That's more like it.

What did she say?

She's going to be just tickety-boo.

Very well then.

And off you go.

Hup, hup, hup, hup...

Let the aquatic competition begin!

Yeah!

This is gonna be fun!

Hurry up!

Cannonball! Cannonball!

Oh, l'm so proud

of my little Chippers.

Oh, dear. Are you all right?

Oh, you're a troop leader.

Are you hurt?

Can you speak?

Blink if you can hear me.

She was a vision. Feet

like a pair of landlocked tugboats.

Knees like brass doorknobs.

Elbows so rough they could take

the grain right off a two-by-four.

And her eyes.

They say the eyes

are the window to the soul.

Hers were more like

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