Valiant

[thunderclap]

I think I saw something.

Steady, lads.

We're almost home.

Just a few flaps more, we'll be over

the White Cliffs of Dover.

Falcons!.

- Five o'clock. They're coming in hot.

- Then lift it 30.

[screaming]

Stay with me, Pirate.

Pirate?

[buoy bell ringing]

Whoa.

Wing Commander Gutsy,

this just in from a seagull near Dover.

None of them made it back alive.

None of them? But...

- But those were some of our top fliers.

- I'm sorry, sir.

- I'm just the messenger pigeon.

- [sighing]

If we don't find

some more birds fast,

our goose is going to be cooked.

[crowing]

[coughing]

[man] Birds On The March.

Across the nation

and the globe,

pigeons are taking wing

in the fight for freedom,

Delivering top-secret messages

from behind enemy lines,

these fine-feathered aviators

are the pride of the Allied forces,

It's the Royal Homing Pigeon

Service that leads the way,

Whether cutting through enemy lines,

or just cutting wise,

these proud pigeons

are the model of birdhood,

But don 't count out the doves,

War bond birds play a vital role

in raising seeds for the troops,

Wait a minute, Ahoy, mates,

Nursing doves at two o 'clock,

Now, that's what I call a task force,

Luxury bird baths? Why not?

These hearty heroes

need to look their best,

Of course, not just any pigeon

can make the cut,

- [honking]

- But there's always room

for a few brave recruits,

And there they go,

off to another exciting mission,

Homing pigeons, we salute you,

- Wow.

- [cheering]

[chattering]

This is the shot, boys.

Watch this.

- Two in the corner...

- Felix!

- [groaning]

- Valiant, do you mind?

Oh, sorry. Felix!

Felix! I could do it.

I could do that, Felix.

Do what, laddie?

I could be one of those brave recruits,

taking wing in the fight for freedom.

I know I could. I know it.

Valiant.

Did I ever tell you,

when I was your age,

I was already on the shores of France.

Aquatic Brigade. Gull Division.

If it weren't for me wooden drumstick,

and that shrapnel in me poop deck,

I'd be out there right now.

You're right.

I'm what they're looking for.

A pigeon with that,

with that something extra.

You know it's not a bloke's

wingspan that counts.

It's the size of his spirit.

Hey, everybody, look outside!

- Ooh. Aaah.

- The corkscrew.

[excited chatter]

Royal Homing Pigeon Service.

Magnificent devils.

[applause]

Wing Commander Gutsy.

- The most decorated pigeon ever.

- [Gutsy] Thank you.

Yes, much obliged. Thank you.

[Felix] Come and have

a drink with me now.

- What'll it be, boys?

- Bug juice, shaken, not stirred.

The RHPS always drinks on the house.

Ooh. Bug juice.

Shaken, not stirred.

Merci beaucoup, ma cherie,

Oh, you spoke French.

[sighing]

[crashing]

So? What's the news

from the front?

- Can't say, of course. Classified.

- [all] Ooh.

But danger is our business,

and, I'm sorry to say,

business is all too good.

Let me through.

Got to get to Wing Commander...

[laughing]

- Excuse me, Wing Commander?

- Yes?

Sir? Where do I sign up?

Aren't you a bit on the wee side?

Talk about a small wingspan, pipsqueak.

Tweet, tweet.

- [clearing throat]

- Tweet, tweet, tweet.

- Tweet, tweet?

- There's always a place

for a few valiant birds.

Sign-up is tomorrow in London.

Love to stay and chat, but duty calls,

and we must answer.

Beaks up, boys.

Let's make wind.

- Hip, hip...

- [all] Hooray!

[all] Hip, hip, hooray!

Godspeed.

I don't want to work.

You should have my job.

I'm far more talented

and better-looking.

[gasping]

Herr General!

Welcome back, General Von Talon.

Congratulations, sir.

Another triumph.

Jawohl, mein General,

Under the Geneva Convention,

as an officer,

I have the right to be treated

as a pigeon of war.

Have no fear.

You will be. [cackles]

- Take him to the cage.

- [straining]

Get your talons off me,

you filthy falcons.

[screaming]

[door slams shut]

Pigeons. Pathetic little creatures.

Y-You don't eat your prisoners

of war, do you?

Eat you? [cackles]

I'm a vegetarian.

And yet, you wear a leather cape.

Who is your contact in the Resistance?

You know they'll send

a crack team to rescue me.

Rescue you?

You're a pigeon!

How important do you think you are?

VlP.

"Very lmportant Pigeon."

Ugh. Very impudent pigeon.

Who is your contact in the Resistance?

- Oh, no.

- Speak!

This canary will never sing.

Listen to your mother.

You can't go.

Mum, there's a war going on,

and I want to do my bit.

- Why? Why? Why?

- Oh, Mum.

Goodbye.

Those falcons are going

to tear you apart.

Mum!

- My dear little baby.

- Mother, that's not helping.

[screaming]

Mother! Honestly,

I'm going to be fine.

You were such a cute little egg.

Oh, Mum.

I'm not an egg anymore.

It's time I left the nest.

- [whimpering]

- No one thinks I can do this,

and it may be my only chance to show

them and myself that they're wrong.

Well, at least have

some breakfast before you go.

[gulping]

Oh, Mum. Mum. Ugh.

No, thanks.

- Oh, Valiant.

- Right, then.

I love you. Goodbye.

You'll always be an egg to me.

- Ahoy there, Valiant.

- I'm off now, Felix.

- Wish me luck.

- Good luck!

Goodbye!

That boy's gonna get creamed.

Valiant Pigeon, fearless flyer.

[laughing]

Pride of the Allied forces.

Feared by the enemy,

loved by the ladies.

Ha-ha! Humble.

[whooping]

Spits danger smack in the eye.

Oh!

Whoo-whee!

Ha-ha!

Look at that. It's London!

Whoo-hoo!

All right, listen up.

This is easy,

for intelligent guys like you.

All you got to do,

keep your eyes on the pebble here.

She's shy. Give her a chance,

she will give you the slip.

Find her, and the crumbs is yours.

Easy as pie. I don't know

how I stay in business.

There it is, under that one.

Where is it now?

[humming] Find her

and the crumbs is yours.

Which one is it under?

- That one.

- That one?

Oh, no. Bad luck again.

Gonna give it one more go?

Law of averages.

I think you're gonna win this time.

[laughing]

Tell us, then, which one

has the pebble?

Well, in all the excitement,

I forgot myself.

What do you gents say

to a game of, uh, football?

You big cheat!

Give me my crumbs back.

On the level.

I know what you're thinking.

Come and get me, falcons.

[whooping]

Oh!

- Strike me down if I tell a lie.

- [Valiant] Whoa!

- Oh.

- [groaning]

[chuckling] Look.

That was lucky.

Prayers were answered.

That's never worked before.

- Hello, mate!

- I lost control.

You could not have

picked a better time.

- Beg your pardon.

- Bugsy's the name.

I'm terribly sorry.

I'm Valiant.

So, what brings you to my manor?

Oh, l... Well,

I've come to be an aviator.

With the Royal

Homing Pigeon Service.

- Fighting for king and country.

- You don't say?

I've never been

a hope-and-glory bird myself.

I'm rather partial to something

called "freedom."

Yeah, I flit about as I please.

No one telling me what to do

or when to do it.

Are they...

Are those flies?

Oh, them. [laughing]

They're friends of mine.

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