The Three Caballeros

We're three happy chappies

with snappy serapes

You'll find us

beneath our sombreros

We're brave and we'll stay so

We're bright as a peso

Who says so, we say so

We're Three Caballeros

Oh, through fair

Or stormy weather

We're always together

So let come what may

Like brother to brother

we're all for each other

The Three Caballeros

Forever we'll stay

Oh!

"Felicitations to Donald Duck...

on his birthday, Friday the 13th...

from his friends in Latin America."

Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy!

What a pleasant surprise.

Whoops.

Ah, now, isn't that wonderful?

Which one should I open first?

My mama told me to take...

this one!

I wonder what's in it.

Oh, boy! Home movies!

Just what I wanted.

Well, well, well.

Well, doggone.

A little penguin.

Oh. What a cute little fella.

Well, what is this?

How do you open this thing, anyway?

On with the show.

The show must go on.

S, seor.

That means "strange birds."

Oh, sure, sure.

I know:
Birds.

Yes, amigo,

your feathered cousins.

You know, Donald, you have

more relatives here...

than there are coffee beans

in Brazil.

For instance, take the one

who lives way, way down...

But suppose we let my friend

Professor Holloway tell us about it.

From the beginning to...

El fin, the end.

Yes. Thank you.

Professor?

This story takes us

way down to the South Pole.

Rather than have you

stand on your heads...

let's turn the theater over.

There. That's better.

Two things you will find

most of down here...

are ice and penguins.

It's amazing that anybody

would want to live here...

but most penguins wouldn't

live anywhere else.

You couldn't find better weather

for fishing...

skiing, tobogganing...

or swimming.

And there is nothing the average

penguin likes better...

than a day at the beach.

Uh, but come on.

Let's meet Pablo.

He lives down at

the end of Main Street.

Let's go in and see

what's cookin'.

Pablo could never remember

having been warm enough...

and so his closest companion

was SmokeyJoe...

his little stove.

Between chills,

Pablo had one burning desire...

to spend the rest of his life

on some tropical shore.

So we see him bravely set forth

for the isle of his dreams.

The other penguins turned out

to give him a big send-off.

But when he gets just so far

away from his stove...

See what happens?

Too bad.

Perhaps he'll give up this wild idea.

But no.

He's off to another start.

This time he's bringing a friend.

Anyway, it was a hot idea.

Well, maybe he'll be content

to stay at home this time.

But no!

There he goes...

hotfooting it

to the land of the sun.

By now, the farewell committee

has been reduced to two.

Discouraging, isn't it?

Suddenly,

Pablo got one of those ideas...

that change a person's

whole life:
A boat.

But where would he get a boat?

Just watch.

Where there's a will,

there's a way, they say.

And now, the official launching.

Day after day,

the south wind carried him north.

One day,

a blanket of fog rolled in...

and it was so thick...

Must be near Cape Horn.

As the fog lifted...

he found himself headed straight

through the Straits of Magellan...

and northward

along Chile's rocky coast.

One day, a storm cloud came up...

just a little bitty

old storm cloud, though...

and just tried awful hard

to have its first storm.

Didn't amount to much, though.

One day on lookout,

Pablo had a bit of a shock...

a waterspout off the port bow!

But it proved to be

theJuan Fernandez Islands...

where Robinson Crusoe once lived...

and still does, apparently.

Four bells and all's well.

According to Pablo's chart,

he should be nearing Vina Del Mar.

And strangely enough,

that's just where he is.

He sailed past Lima,

capital of Peru...

hugging the coastline

with a tenacity of purpose...

seldom found in a penguin.

One day his telescope

picked out a city...

high up on top of a mountain.

The map said it was Quito...

and it was right smack

on the equator.

It wasn't as easy to cross...

but with a little help from Neptune,

he made it.

So, making a left turn,

he followed the equator...

headed for the Galapagos Islands.

Ah, that good old sun.

Pablo felt that

he'd never get enough of it.

Oh, he hadn't counted on this.

Things looked pretty bad.

Help! Man the pumps!

She's sprung a leak!

Pipe all hands on deck!

Do things! Get going!

Take to the lifeboats!

Abandon ship!

Unruffle the mizzenmast

and man the poops!

And, well, don't just stand there.

Get going!

Swab the decks, and...

Heavens.

Look! What's that?

Just what he's been looking for.

Pablo has finally reached

the isle of his dreams.

And so, as the warm tropical sun...

sinks slowly in the west...

we leave little Pablo,

a bird in paradise...

a picture of health

in his new coat of tan.

He should be the happiest

penguin in the world.

Only sometimes...

he gets to thinking...

Never satisfied.

Well, that's human nature for you...

even if you're a penguin.

You're absolutely right.

And now, Donald,

let's hop over the Andes.

From these snowcapped peaks

to the depths of the Amazon jungle...

one finds many more

strange and exotic birds.

Like the anambepreto

of Colombia and Venezuela.

He carries his own bagpipes

hidden under his beard.

Then there's his cousin,

the arapapa...

pride of Paraguay,

whose perfect appearance...

permits his pompous pride

in his pompadour.

And la tijereta, the scissors bird...

the Colombian cutup.

Then there's

the arapacu de pico curvo.

He's always sticking

his nose into things.

Did you ever see

such a freak beak, huh?

Speaking of beaks, what a time

two toucans have making love.

When they're beak to beak,

they can't get cheek to cheek.

Because when one toucan

turns his head...

only one toucan can.

Uh-oh. Who's that?

Oh, a thousand pardons.

Seor Donald, I would like

to have you meet...

one of the most eccentric birds

you have ever seen.

His name is the aracuan.

You'll find him most everywhere.

Eh, glad to know ya.

Pleased to meet ya.

Now, he's called the aracuan...

because of the peculiar

song he sings...

which sounds something like this.

By the way, amigo, did you know

some birds are skilled craftsmen?

Uh-uh. Is that so?

Yes. Quite a builder

is the little marrequito.

His nest may look

haphazard in design...

ah, but every single

stick and straw...

is scientifically

placed to withstand...

the stress and strain of...

well, almost anything.

Literally dotted are the shores

of many tropical marshes...

with the brilliant plumage

of the flamingo.

And now, Donald, how would you

like to hear a story...

about another bird so amazing

you won't believe it?

Oh, sure. You bet.

It's a tale told by

an old gaucho from Uruguay.

Listen.

It was early one morning

in springtime...

just as day was beginning to break.

As the sun came up over the...

Oh, but I am forgetting my story.

It was silent out there

on the pampas.

Only one little bird was awake.

From his nest came the little

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