The Three Caballeros Page #3

- Donald, that's Yay.

- Who's Yay?

- Ah, a baiana.

Donald, quindins de Yay.

She sells cookies.

Cookies, my friend.

Donald!

- Hello.

- i Como vai!

Hi, toots.

What?

- Who is that guy?

- Oh, he's a malandro, Donald.

Oh, boy!

This Donald!

Did you ever see

such a fast worker?

No, no, Donald.

Take it easy.

Look.

Oh, boy, oh, boy,

oh, boy, oh, boy!

Come on, boys.

What do you feel about Baa, huh?

Tell me the truth.

Oh, swell! Marvelous!

Romance.

Moonlight.

Beautiful girls.

Or as you say, you are a wolf.

Take it easy.

You have more presents.

Presents?

Whee! Presents!

What? Oh! Oh!

Oh, I'm a midget!

Oh!

You, you're a midget too!

Oh-ho, Donald!

Don't worry.

It is simple, my friend.

Just a little black magic

will fix you up.

Believe it or not,

it is very simple!

You are very funny fellow!

Oh, my, my, my, my, my, my!

You kill my head!

- Huh?

- Oh, my friend...

you are using the wrong finger.

Now, blow!

- Thanks, pal!

- B-B-B-But, Donald, your presents!

My presents!

Aha, my friends!

Welcome to Mexico.

Son of a gun, it's a pleasure to see

such fine gentlemen in Mexico.

Here, amigos.

Donald!

Jos.

Caramba.!

Now we're three gay caballeros.

We're three caballeros

Three gay caballeros

They say we are

birds of a feather

We're happy amigos

No matter where he goes

The one, two and three goes

We're always together

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

The Three Caballeros

We have the stars to guide us

Guitars here beside us

To play as we go

We sing and we samba

We shout, Ay, caramba

- What means "ay, caramba"?

- Oh, yes. I don't know.

Through fair or stormy weather

We stand close together

Like books on a shelf

And pals though we may be

When some Latin baby

says yes, no, or maybe

Each man is for himself

- What's this?

- What's this?

This is your gift from Mexico, Donald:

A piata.

Oh, boy, oh, boy! A piata!

What's a piata?

A piata is full

of surprises, presents.

It is the very spirit

of Christmas.

Christmas?

Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all...

No, no, Donald.

For goodness sake.

Not "Jingly Bells."

In Mexico, they sing

"Las Posadas."

This custom takes place on each

of the nine days before Christmas.

Each evening, the children

gather at the village church...

and form a procession symbolizing

the journey of Mary and Joseph...

from Nazareth to Bethlehem.

The little ones carry images

of the saints from house to house...

singing a plea for shelter,

or posada.

A reply comes from within:

"No posada. No shelter."

Looking sad and downhearted,

they try again...

but the reply is still the same.

"No shelter. No posada."

They repeat this song

time after time...

and always they are refused.

Until at last they reach

a friendly house and the door is opened.

"Come in, come in, holy pilgrims.

This humble home is yours."

And now, Mary and Joseph

have found shelter at last.

Then the rejoicing begins...

the feasting,

the celebrating...

and finally the biggest

surprise of all:

Breaking the piata.

And now for your piata, Donald.

Here you are.

Go to it.

One side, boys. One side.

I'm gonna smack it!

Uh-uh, no, hold it.

Ho-Hold it, Donald.

First you must be blindfolded.

We have to put this over your eyes.

That's part of the tradition.

Now, now, now, stand here.

Come here now.

Hit it hard.

All right, let's see you smack it.

Just a minute.

Uh-oh. Aha!

You see, Donald? Didn't I told you

it was full of surprises?

Did you know that the history

of Mexico is in her flag?

Oh, yes! You see, many hundreds

of years ago, the god of the Aztecs...

commanded them to build

a big city where they would find

an eagle destroying a serpent.

But when they find this eagle, he was

sitting on a cactus on top of a rock...

way out in the middle of a lake.

Caramba.! To build a city here

would be almost imposible.

But they built and built

and built some more...

until today, believe it or not,

the lake is full of Mexico City.

Sweet music

Gay serenatas

Tropic skies

Of velvet blue

Magic gardens

Perfume the breezes

Where true love

Brought me to you

Mexico

With all your romance

Your song oflove

Will live forever after

Mexico

Sweethearts are singing

Lovebirds are winging

Through a sky

filled with laughter

Paradise

That's where I found you

Your magic smile

Made the blossoms

bloom around you

Mexico

Why do I feel as I do

I simply fell

Under the spell

Of you

- Oba.! Oba.! Nice! Oh, boy!

- Wow!

Ah, but this is only the beginning,

amigos. Take a look at this one.

Oh, boy!

What a pretty picture!

And now, for a nice little

trip through Mexico...

on the magic serape.

- All aboard, amigos.

- Oh, what's goin' on here?

Paradise

That's where I found you

Your magic smile

Made the blossoms

bloom around you

Mexico

Why do I feel as I do

I simply fell

Under the spell

Of you

Of you

And this, Donald,

is Patzcuaro...

a fisherman's paradise.

Yeah! Beautiful!

Oh, boy! Would I like

to come back sometime...

and do a little fishing.

Uh-oh!

- What's going on here?

- Shh!

This is my favorite dance,

the "jarabe pateo."

Doggone it!

I can't get it.

No-no-no-no-no-no-no, boys!

You are off the beat.

This is the way.

Well, what do you know?

Thanks.

I had a wonderful time.

So long!

This is the way

they dance in Veracruz.

It's called the "lilongo."

Hi, girls!

May I cut in?

Watch your step, Donald!

Some fun, hey, kid?

So you like dancing, huh?

- Okay.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Go on, Donald.

Don't be afraid.

Not so fast, boys.

Go on in, Donald.

Don't be bashful.

Hi, toots!

Am I intruding?

Hey, Donald, you are

what they say, off the cob!

- You know, corny.

- Oh, yeah?

Swing me

with that boogie beat, Joe!

How am I doin', toots?

Come on, let me down.

- I wanna stay!

- Take it easy, Donald.

There she is...

Acapulco Beach...

the Riviera of Mexico.

Take the telescope and have a look at

what you might call the hot stuff.

Oh, boy! Am I going

to like this place.

Oh, boy! Hot stuff!

I'll be right down, toots.

- Hello, my sweet little

bathing beauties.

- Donald! Donald!

We're three caballeros

Three gay caballeros

They say we are

birds of a feather

Where's Donald?

Aha! I am a son of a gun. Look at

the little wolf in duck's clothings.

Come to Papa.

Wha-What's going on here?

Come here, you little rascals.

Now I've got ya. Uh-oh.

Doggone this confusion!

Oops! Where is she?

Come here, my little enchilada.

I've got you this time, tootsie.

Peek-a-boo.

I see you.

Hey, where am I?

My, my, my!

Ain't this fun?

Here I come!

This time I'm gonna get you!

Oh, no, no, no, Donald!

Don't do that!

Let me go. Get me outta here!

You can't do this to me.

Get your hands off of me!

This is a free country.

Bye-bye!

So you like pretty girls, huh?

Let's go!

- Let me go!

- Don't ruffle your feathers, Donald!

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