The Three Caballeros Page #2

hornero to see if the...

Oh, say, do you know why

this bird's called the hornero?

- No?

- Uh-uh. Why?

You see, his nest is

just like the horno.

That's the oven where we

bake our bread and our...

Oh, oh, oh,

you know who that is?

That's me, when I was

a little gauchito.

Many, many years ago, of course.

And why was I up so early?

Because I was going out

hunting all alone.

First I put on my bombachas

and tied on my chirip.

Then I slipped into my new botas.

And I put my boleadoras

where I could reach them in a hurry.

Gauchito.!

Not forgetting my hunting knife.

And now I was ready to go.

Now, the best place

to hunt the wild ostrich...

is out on the wide open plains...

on the broad, flat land of the...

Flat land?

Say, what am I doing here?

Oh, now I remember.

This day I was hunting for condor birds

high up in the mountains.

While looking around for the condors,

I climbed to the top of a rock.

No, come to think of it,

it was a tree.

Let's see,

maybe it was a rock after all.

Although I could swear

it was a tree.

Oh, what's the difference?

Let it go. Let it go.

My sharp eyes soon discovered

the nest of a...

Psst! Gauchito.!

The nest.

I could tell from the wings he was...

he was a least five meters

from tip to tip.

The biggest condor bird

in all of... Caramba.!

What's this?

I couldn't believe my eyes.

No, it couldn't be.

But there it was.

I was looking face to face

with a flying donkey.

The donkey bird didn't seem bashful.

He flew right up close to...

Quick, Gauchito.!

Now! Get him, quick!

Aha. Got him.

Now, now. Easy, easy.

This donkey should be worth

a fortune.

I couldn't let him get away.

So I made up my mind that I'd catch him

if it took me the rest of...

Now I had him!

Hold him, Gauchito.!

Ride him, cowboy!

He acted just like he was loco,

but I was an expert, of course.

He thought he could

throw this gauchito...

but he soon found out

who was the boss.

Psst, Gauchito.!

Who is the boss?

I decided to train him

for racing...

far out where nobody could see...

'cause I planned to win

thousands of pesos...

for this little burrito and me.

I made brilliant plans for the future.

We'd live like a couple of kings...

and I'd be the world's

richest gaucho...

with my hands full

of big diamond rings.

Ah, macanudo.!

Okay.

This burrito was tame as a kitten.

He was learning new tricks every day.

You should see how he begged

for my mate.

He liked it much better than hay.

Then we soon fell asleep

by the campfire.

We both were as tired

as could be...

and tomorrow was very important...

for little Burrito and me.

For this was the day of fiesta.

The gauchos were happy and gay.

They danced the zamba and gatos...

and gambled their pesos away.

While the crowd sang

and danced in the plaza...

I just stood in the shade

of a tree...

and watched them toss coins

at the sapo.

But this game meant nothing to me.

Some others were rolling the bochas

and betting on games of this kind.

But I didn't join in these pastimes.

I had something bigger in mind.

- Ay, caballo.!

- The race was about to begin...

and the grand prize was 1,000 pesos.

The gauchos were howling

with laughter...

when they saw us

come out on the track.

I whispered,

"Remember the wings, Burrito."

Oh-oh-oh-oh!

Not yet! Not yet!

The gauchos and horses

were all on their toes.

We were off with the speed of a bullet.

We flew down the track like the wind.

Every gaucho was, uh, uh...

Meanwhile, Burrito and I were,

uh, uh, jockeying for position.

Gauchito.!

They went that way.

That way.

No wonder they laughed.

I didn't even look like a jockey.

Hey, Gauchito.

Come on.

Look like a jockey.

Pepito, the pride of Mendoza,

was setting a furious pace...

and Fuego, Gordito and Pingo,

you never have seen such a race.

Now it's Pepito and Fuego.

It's Fuego and Pepito.

And there comes Gordito

on the rail.

Do your stuff, kid.

No?

Well, don't wait too long or...

Look out!

Ah-heh.

What did I tell you?

Come on, Gauchito.

The wings, the wings.

Quickly I untied the rope.

Come on, come on.

Quickly I untied the rope.

The knife! The knife!

Crtalo, crtalo.!

And now we go.

You should see little Burrito...

tearing up the track,

so fast you couldn't see us.

And now down the home stretch comes

Fuego. Now Pepito's ahead on the rail.

Here comes Pingo, Gordito and Gato,

and Dorado is right on his tail.

But where is Burrito?

Here comes Burrito!

We passed them

like they were standing still.

And now coming down across the line

of finish, it's Burrito, the winner!

Well, amigos, it was all over

but the shouting...

I thought.

Caramba.

The jig was up.

And what became

of the flying donkey, you ask?

Neither him nor me

was ever seen again...

as long as we lived.

Adios, amigo.

Adios. So long!

Good-bye!

What's going on here?

Presents! Oh, boy!

Let me at 'em!

Say, what's this?

Ah, Pato Donald.

Or, as you Americans say,

what's cookin'?

Joe Carioca!

Well, I'll be doggoned!

Imagine meeting me here.

Donald, have you ever been

to Baa? No?

- No, I haven't.

- Ah, Baa.

Land of romance...

moonlight, music,

beautiful girls.

Oh, forgive the interruption,

Donald.

This crazy bird is the aracuan.

He's meio maluco,

a very stupid fellow.

But tell me, Donald,

have you ever been to Baa?

- No, I haven't.

- No? Oh...

I am so sorry for you.

Ah, Baa.

It is like a song in my heart.

A song with love...

and beautiful memories.

I close my eyes,

and I can see it now.

I can see the beautiful twilight

in the sky.

I can feel the breeze

from the bay...

and I can hear the music,

the music of Baa.

When twilight is deep in the sky

Someone that I long to see

Keeps haunting my reverie

And so the loneliness

deep in my heart

Calls to you

Calls to you

I live in the memory of

Many dreams ago

When the stars were bright

And you were mine alone

My love for you cannot die

Though the oceans run dry

Or heaven falls from the sky

Now you're gone

Can't you hear my lonely call

Morena

Make my life complete again

How I pray for the day

When I'll see your smile

And my heart will beat again

When twilight is deep in the sky

Someone that I long to see

Keeps haunting my reverie

And so the loneliness

deep in my heart

Calls to you, calls to you

Ah, Baa.

Beautiful Baa.

Oh, forgive me, but have

you been to Baa, Donald?

- No.

- No? Well, let's go.

If you go to Baa, my friend...

you'll never return.

Have you been to Baa, Donald

- Uh-uh.

- Well, let's go

- They have vatap

- What's that?

- They have caruru

- Is that so?

- They have munguz

- Munguz?

- Do you like to samba

- Oh, sure.

- Have you been to Baa, Donald

- No.

Well, let's go

When you go to Baa, my friend

You'll never return

Have you been to Baa?

- No.

- No? Well, let's go!

Hurry, Donald! Hurry!

Well, well. Here we are in Baa,

land of romance.

Baa? Where is Baa?

We are in Baa.

Look.

Well, I'll be doggoned.

- Who's that?

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