The Rescuers Down Under Page #2

May I just say, "Enchant. Seorita,"

to you? May I?

- (SMOOCHING)

- (CLEARS THROAT)

We need to charter a flight.

You've come to the right place,

buddy boy. Welcome to...

"Albatross Air.

A fair fare from here to there."

(CHUCKLING) Get it? A fair fare?

It's a play on... Never mind.

I've got tons of exotic

destinations, faraway places,

custom designed for

(IN ACCENT)

A romantic weekend getaway.

The finest in-flight accommodations.

Speaking of which, what can I get you?

How about a nice mango Maui cooler?

Very nice, very tasty.

No, thank you.

A coconut, guava nectar?

It's carbonated.

I got little umbrellas for each one,

and a little coconut thing.

- It's urgent that we leave immediately!

- Nothing? Nothing at all?

- How about a cream soda?

- We need a flight to Australia.

Australia? The land down under?

That's a fabulous idea!

So when can I pencil you in?

After spring thaw?

Mid-June would be very nice.

We must leave tonight.

Tonight? (GASPING)

Come on, you're kidding me, right?

Have you looked outside?

It's suicide out there.

Oh, no. Oh, no.

I'm afraid your jolly little holiday

will have to wait.

What a bunch ofjokers.

But you don't understand,

a boy needs our help. He's in trouble.

Boy? You mean, a little kid kinda boy?

He was kidnapped.

Kidnapped? Oh, that's awful.

Locking up a little kid.

A kid should be free.

Free to run wild through the house

on Saturday mornings.

Free to have cookies and milk,

and get those little white mustaches.

Nobody's gonna take

a kid's freedom away while I'm around.

Does that mean you'll take us?

Storm or no storm,

Albatross Airlines, at your service!

Passengers are requested

to fasten their seat belts

and secure all carry-ons.

We'll be departing following our

pre-flight maintenance. Thank you.

Loosen up, get the blood flowing

up to the head.

And a couple of these...

(BACK CRACKS)

Okay, one's enough, there we go.

Ah, yeah! That feels better. Oh, baby.

Tie your kangaroos down, sports fans!

Here we come!

Let's go for it! Whoa! Hey!

I didn't adjust for the winds.

All right, we're gonna make it!

Gotta duck down lower.

Go under the wind, go under it!

Here we go! Whoo-hoo!

Ow! This is cold!

Slippery! Ice!

We got ice!

Whoa! Hang on now!

Here we go!

Whoa! Cowabunga!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

MISS BIANCA:
Captain, is this

a non-stop flight to Australia?

Well, not exactly no.

I could definitely say no.

We're gonna have to make

connections with a bigger bird.

Non-stop? What do I look like,

Charles Lindbergh?

Let me out of here!

Let me go! You can't do this!

Help!

Breaker, breaker, little mate.

I forgot to tell you around here,

you need to be quiet!

Or the rangers might hearyou.

Now sit down and relax,

enjoy the view.

Nothing but abandoned opal mines

as far as the eye can see.

And dead ahead, is home sweet home.

(SINGING) Home, home on the range

Where the critters

are tied up in chains

I cut through their sides

And I rip off their hides

And the next day, I do it again

Everybody!

Home, home on the range...

WOMAN:
Cody! Cody!

Cody!

MAN:
Ladies and gentlemen, Flight 12

is now approaching Sydney airport.

Make sure your seat belts

are fastened and tables secured.

Enjoy your stay in Australia.

- Are we there yet?

- Yes.

Perhaps we should wake up Wilbur.

All right, I'll get him up.

- Wilbur.

- (SNORING)

Wilbur!

- Just five more minutes, Ma.

- (MISS BIANCA SCREAMS)

- Wilbur!

- That's all I need, five more minutes.

Wilbur, are you awake?

- Get up, we're there!

- I'm up, I'm up.

Watch out!

Must have been sleeping on a bolt.

Oh, boy.

Throw another shrimp on the barbie,

'cause here I come!

- Here we go again!

- Cannonball!

Wee! (GIGGLING)

Gangway! Coming through.

Mice on board!

Clear the way!

Move over madam, there you go!

Coming through, sir. Thank you.

(CHUCKLING)

Next stop, Mugwomp Flats.

Did we lose anyone back there?

BERNARD:
Miss Bianca, from now on,

can't we just take the train?

MALE VOICE:
Well, Sparky,

you've had this coming for a long time.

And now, you're gonna get it.

Ha!

Wise fly.

(CHUCKLING)

WILBUR:
Mugwomp tower,

this is Albatross 1-3

requesting permission to land. Over?

Albatross? Let's see.

Finch, wren, scrub-bird, lorikeet,

freckled duck, galah,

kookaburra, parrot,

cockatoo, alba... It's a jumbo!

Negative, you'll have to turn back.

- Our runway isn't long enough for you.

- WILBUR:
Not long enough?

Look pal,

I can land this thing on a dime!

BERNARD:
Wilbur,

ifthe runway isn't long enough...

WILBUR:
You can't let radarjockeys

push you around. Leave it to me.

I say again, mate,

our runway is too short.

And I say again, mate, I'm coming in!

Crazy Yank. Quick, Sparky,

we gotta extend the runway.

Here we go!

We'll never make it!

Hot!

Passengers, please remain seated

until the aircraft comes

to a full and complete stop.

Thank you.

Whoa!

Quick, Sparky,

we need to make a drag line!

Don't try and tell me

the runway's too short.

Hold this for me, will you, pal?

Bloke ought to have his wings clipped.

Captain thanks you

for flying Albatross Airlines...

Crazy Yanks.

They think they can do any fool thing

without regard for...

(SIGHS)

Welcome to Australia, ma'am.

Name's Jake. If there's any way

I can make your stay pleasant,

don't hesitate to ask.

- Oh, how kind.

- Allow me to get that bag for you.

(CLEARS THROAT)

I've got a lot of luggage here.

Let me give you a hand with those.

Part of the friendly service

at Albatross...

- (BACK CRACKS)

- Ow! Big time hurt!

Back! It's out!

- Are you all right?

- Don't worry, I'll handle this.

Sparky, watch the tower.

We gotta get this bird to the hospital.

Can't go down, can't go up.

Take the bags!

MICE:
Heave! Ho!

WILBUR:
What are you doing?

What's going on? Wait!

- Wait a minute. Just stop everything.

- MISS BIANCA:
Wilbur, don't worry.

We'll come back the moment

we find the boy.

Wait! Wait a minute!

Don't leave me here, please!

I'm feeling much better now.

I'm even ready to hit the beaches.

I'm even ready to mambo. (HUMMING)

- (BACK CRACKS)

- Ow!

Doctor, will he be all right?

Now, my dear. Keep a stiff upper lip.

They all come in with a whimper,

and leave with a grin.

Off with you now. Leave everything

to me. Shoo, shoo. Off you go.

Hop to it, ladies.

We've got a bent bird on our hands.

- Move, bustle, bustle. That's it.

- Will it hurt, Doc?

Dear boy, you won't feel a thing.

- Launch the back brace!

- WILBUR:
Hey, wait!

(SCREAMS) I've been skewered!

I've already missed tea, Mr. Albatross.

Now don't force me to take

drastic measures. You must relax.

Relax? I have never been

more relaxed in my life!

If I were any more relaxed, I'd be dead!

I'm not convinced.

WILBUR:
Hey! What?

Are you guys crazy?

You can't do that to me!

I'm an American citizen, buddy!

- Better double it!

- Double?

- Double, coming up!

- WILBUR:
No!

Prepare the albatross for medication.

I'm dreaming!

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