The Nut Job Page #2

symmetrical face! No!

ALL:
Phew!

ANIMAL:
My goodness!

(POPCORN POPPING)

Grayson? Grayson?

Where are you?

What happened here?

(GROWLS)

Who is responsible for this?

SURLY:
Let go of me, you clowns!

(GRUNTS)

You're making a big mistake here.

I got an alibi! I got witnesses.

(GROANS)

Found him hiding in one of our

holes, just like a snake.

I was recovering buried nuts,

that's what I was doing. (SNIFFING)

You guys smell, like, burnt

nuts or something? That me?

What's going... Ahh!

(LAUGHS)

Look at that!

You guys are

messed for winter, man!

I mean, wow!

Just look at that bonfire!

You didn't see

that coming, did you?

(SCREAMING)

(GROANS)

(ALL GASPING)

Never fear!

This sweet bod is undamaged!

Raccoon, let me organize the trial.

Just give the order.

Another trial? He's never learned.

He needs something more severe!

He is a clear and present danger!

You...

No, no, we do things

by the rule of law.

Let justice take care of him.

They want justice, Andie,

and justice they will receive.

All those in favor of

banishment, raise your paws!

- Banishment?

- Banishment?

Bandages? Yes, please.

Why are you hesitating?

He's refused to join us,

ridiculed our hard work,

stolen, cheated, lied,

and now destroyed our

only food for winter.

What say all?

And stick 'em up!

Why is the ground

moving towards my face?

We don't convict without a trial.

This isn't how we do things.

Uh...

I have run out of options

for that squirrel, Andie.

Do what you will,

do what is right.

Oh! (STAMMERS)

Buddy has not voted, and it has

to be unanimous, that's the rule.

You won't vote against me,

will you, old buddy?

Buddy?

You were saying?

(GEESE HONKING)

MOLE:
By the authority granted by

Raccoon and the park community...

Oh! This is too high...

Surly Squirrel is

hereby banished to the city,

never to return to our

beloved Liberty Park.

Ugh! Can I please get down now?

You should have

had a trial, Surly.

I'm sorry.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

This is my punishment, Buddy.

Huh.

This ain't so bad.

(GASPS) Ahh!

(SCREAMS)

(CHOKES)

Oh! Filthy rat!

(GRUNTS)

(SIGHS)

(YELLS)

MAN:
Hey! Whoa! Is that a rat?

WOMAN:
Oh, my!

(SCREAMS)

Shoes. Shoes.

Gotta tail.

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

Hey!

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

(SNIFFLES)

(THUDDING)

(GROANS)

(SCREAMS)

No, no, no, Buddy, Buddy, Buddy,

speak to me, pal, come on.

Come on, snap out of it,

come on, speak to me, pal,

come on, come on,

come on, snap out of it.

(SIGHS)

Boy, it feels good to have a...

Hey, what are you doing?

Get your hands off me.

Beat it back to that park.

It's dangerous out here.

Besides,

you'll just get in my way.

I don't need anybody.

(RUSTLING)

You guys looking for

that squirrel? Me, too.

(CHUCKLES) Oops.

(PANTING)

(SHUSHING)

(RATS SNARLING)

(GASPS)

Hey, fellas,

come on, come on, come on.

I'm cool with rats.

My best friend's a rat.

There he is!

(SCREAMS)

(BLOWS RASPBERRY)

(ALL COOING NERVOUSLY)

Go on, be free. Be free.

Come on, come on, come on.

(YELLS)

Buddy, Buddy, come on! Here we go.

(GRUNTING)

We did it. We're away.

Ha!

(GASPS)

(PIGEON SQUAWKING)

Whoa!

Let's go tell the boss.

(SOBBING)

I can't do this anymore.

No food, no home. Rat gangs.

I'm gonna die out here, Buddy.

I don't know, I mean, maybe

they could take me back.

I'd do public service. I'll

read to that blind woodchuck.

I'll even listen to Raccoon. I'll do

anything. I'll do whatever it takes to...

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

Okay. We get in.

We fill our bellies.

But we do it my way.

(JOINTS CRACKING)

(SCREAMS)

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

(GRUNTING)

Forget it, Buddy. That's not gonna work.

Let me handle this.

(CAR APPROACHING)

FINGERS:
We got 100.

LUCKY:
20%. Twenty of 100,

that's what 20% is.

- You didn't go to school?

- Hey, hey!

Hey, hey!

Look who's here! It's the boss!

Fresh out of the slammer, huh?

How you doing, jailbird?

Hey, what's it been?

Eight years? Seven years?

Here. Let me get your jacket.

FINGERS:

No, no, no. I shall get that.

LUCKY:
It's fine. I got it.

FINGERS:
No, I got it.

LUCKY:
I said it's all right.

(GRUNTS)

LUCKY:
Just good to see you.

(WHISTLES)

Hey, Precious! Come here.

Say hi to the boss.

(WHIMPERS)

LUCKY:
Say, boss, you look even

better than you did when you went in.

FINGERS:

Hey, boss, you got a new suit?

What is that?

Is that linen? Is that silk?

'Cause you look good.

Tell me it ain't Italian.

LUCKY:
What a sharp dude.

Yeah. Hey...

KING:
I want youse to meet

our new associate, Knuckles.

He'll be the weapons

and the safe expert.

Knuckles, say hello

to Fingers and Lucky.

Hiya, mack. Welcome aboard.

What's buzzin', cousin?

(CRACKS KNUCKLES)

All right.

So, which of you

geniuses found this place?

I did.

Ah, here we go.

I did. And look at all this nutty

stuff, boss. We even got a nut cart.

- KING:
Uh-huh.

- Sorta.

It'll do.

We bought it for a song. And the

place is the perfect cover.

(CHUCKLES)

And the view is swell. All

right, let's get to it. Plans.

Just like we talked about.

Fat city.

Here's the bank.

Vault's right here.

Reinforced steel.

Solid as a rock.

That's why we got these babies.

(LAUGHS)

We go in with a bang,

and go out with the loot!

Here.

Kill the lights! Kill 'em!

FINGERS:
Ah, just probably rats.

KING:
Did you say rats?

(MUFFLED GRUNTING)

FINGERS:
What's his problem?

(SCREAMS)

(BARKING)

Shut her up, Fingers!

I got this.

(HIGH-FREQUENCY WHISTLE)

(WHIMPERING)

Wow. You can hear my dog whistle?

(IN HIGH-PITCHED VOICE)

Can you hear this?

Like, if I talk, like, high?

Like this?

You kiddin' me? Really?

I'm not asking you

if you can hear, I'm ask...

(CHOKING)

Knock it off!

I got enough on my plate without

you two horsin' around, you dig?

Uh... Uh...

Hey, boss, let's show you

fellas the basement, huh?

(LAUGHING)

We barely have enough food

for the next three days,

let alone for the winter.

Make that food last.

It's all we can spare.

Come on, Grayson. Five more.

Let's go! Drop the purse, honey!

It's time to dance!

Okay! Yeah! Rope-a-dope!

All right!

Let's try cheek elasticity.

Yeah! Show 'em

what you got, Grayson!

JIMMY:
Come on, Grayson.

Stretch those cheeks.

Do you really think Grayson

should be coming with me?

I don't think he's recovered

from that hit on the head.

Raccoon thinks it would be good for

morale during these hard times.

After all,

Grayson is the park hero.

What a champ!

Good luck, my dear.

Find food for us.

For the park.

Our hopes go with you.

Ole!

We know you'll find food.

Take me with you!

JIMMY:
(LAUGHS)

And you should have great weather!

80% chance of sunshine!

0% chance of winter!

Take me with you!

Be careful! The city is full of

germs and bright blinding lights.

Oh, the sun's coming up.

I must take refuge in the safety

of darkness. Out of my way!

Bye!

Look at us! Off on a heroic quest!

I couldn't think of a better way

to celebrate our anniversary.

Hey! We are not dating.

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