Valiant Page #4

all right?

So... I guess this is... farewell.

- All right?

- Where are you going?

You can't just leave, Bugsy.

[sighing] Look...

I've got urgent business

to take care of, and...

Look, I'd better catch the wind

while it's blowing. All right?

Look me up

when you get back, yeah?

You know where I'll be.

Gentlemen, take your places.

Our mission is to be dropped

behind enemy lines

in occupied France,

to make contact

with the French Resistance

to get a vital

top-secret message

and bring it back here

by sundown tomorrow. Good luck.

The fate of the freedom-loving world

depends on us.

[whistling]

Oi!

Hey, hey, hey, Bugsy!

You can't go without me.

I couldn't let you get

all the glory.

Good luck, lads.

Hey, Bugsy.

- Thanks for coming back.

- Ah. I'll tell you the truth.

It's the first worthwhile thing

I've ever done.

We're gonna be fine.

Right, Lofty?

Ah, yes, l...

[groaning]

Indubitably. Birds of a feather

and all that. What?

Ha-ha.

Right, Lofty, old mate.

We stick together.

Hey, Tailfeather, can you believe

we're the ones they picked

to send on the most important

mission in World War ll?

Yeah!

Me too!

[laughing]

[Mercury] Truthfully,

I'm not a good singer.

- [growling]

- Always off-key. [laughing]

Enough already!

You've been jabbering for days.

Who gave me the serum?

You want me to talk?

OK, I'm talking.

I'm glad you did this.

Homing pigeon racket

is all well and good,

but it's a stiff upper beak

rubbish all the time.

I've got feelings.

I want to express them.

Like, I always used to think

my favorite color was blue,

- 'cause it's for boys...

- [growling]

Shut up!

Shut up!

[groaning]

I demand better treatment.

The mice don't treat me like this.

Those Resistance chappies,

with their fabulous view

over the harbor.

The last time I was in the attic

in St. Pierre...

St. Pierre?

Oh, the truth serum is genius.

Cover his cage.

I'm curious.

What is your favorite color?

Pink!

Not like a hot pink or a pastely pink.

Just a kind of... pink pink.

You know what I mean.

None of the rinky-dink pinks.

-[squealing]

- Uh, excuse me?

[embarrassed chuckle]

I like pink too.

[flak exploding]

Come on. Chin up, Valiant.

Stiff upper beak.

Gentlemen, get ready to drop.

- Are you ready to drop?

- Oh...

I think I've dropped already.

It's OK to be scared, fellows.

I'd be worried if you weren't.

It won't get better,

but you'll get used to it.

[whimpering]

- [buzzing]

- Go, go, go!

[screaming]

[Lofty] Oh, my!

- It's jammed!

- Oh...

Sir, let me help you.

No. Go now!

That's an order!

Yes, sir.

[straining]

[explosion]

Come on, Gutsy.

Get out of there.

Oh, come on.

[explosion]

[Lofty] Hello? Hello?

- A little help, chaps?

- Hold on.

- We'll get you out now.

- Cheers.

A bit of a tenuous landing, that,

but I daresay it could've been worse.

- Look out.

- [Lofty] Oh, my.

- [groaning]

- Sorry, Lofty.

Not to worry, old chap.

Hmpf. I say.

Bit of a muddle, this.

[chuckling] But at least

we're all in one piece.

- Not quite all.

- Where's Gutsy?

- He was still in the plane.

- What do you mean?

His cage got stuck.

I... I don't think he got out.

Ah. Well, that's it.

We're dead. We're finished.

It's been a good run.

Nice knowing you.

You're quite mistaken.

I'm sure he made it out.

Gutsy always makes it out.

He's going to come and find us

and give us the plans

for the mission.

[explosions]

Then, who has the backup plan?

You want the backup plan?

Um, we die.

- That's the backup plan.

- But I'm not ready to die.

- [sobbing]

- Am l? No one's asked me.

So many books to read.

- Regrets. Why? Why?

- That's it. We're all dead.

Everyone, be quiet. Quiet!

We need a plan.

The plan is...

...is to find a safe location

to plan the next move.

You heard the bird.

So, our plan is to, uh...

...make a plan.

[sighing] Come on.

France is spooky.

- Vive la France!

- [Valiant] Shh. Quiet.

Did you hear that?

There's someone in there.

Somebody better go

and have a look.

All right. I'll go.

[screaming]

All right, you turkeys, let's go.

Valiant, just pull yourself together.

- There's nothing in here.

- Unless you're counting guns, bombs,

- The falcon. Pigeon-eating falcons.

- Pigeon-eating falcons?

- Oh.

- [screaming]

[Tailfeather] Oh! Ooof.

[Lofty] Let's get you out of the grail.

Thattaboy.

Come on. Here we go.

- Thanks, guys.

- Vive la France!

[pigeons whimpering]

Pardonez-moi,

my pigeon friends.

You are the RHPS, no?

Um, yes, sir.

French Resistance,

Mouse Division.

Oh. Well, am I glad to see you,

I'll tell you.

How did you find us?

Well, there was the plane

and the explosion.

- And the screaming and the pleading.

- Um...

More screaming,

the begging, the crying,

the whining, whinging,

yelling, boohooing.

[clearing throat]

Enough about that.

Definitely. Yep.

Uh, allow me to introduce myself.

I am Charles De Girl.

[laughing] De Girl?

Why do they call you De Girl?

Because I am a girl.

- The one and only girl.

- [whistling]

Oh, oh, oh,

I like France.

- Do you speak French?

- Well, um, mais oui,

Does ooh, la, la

mean anything to you?

Or va-va-voom?

Oh, yeah.

- Does bonjour,,,

- All right.

Look, we don't have time for this.

You have a message, we have a mission.

Let's get on with it.

Not so fast, monsieur.

This is Rollo.

He is an expert in sab...

[whispering] Sabotage.

Sabotage!

[all shouting]

[laughing]

Rollo, not now!

No! Down! Rollo, stop!

[breathing heavily]

Pardon,

Now, monsieur, before you

continue on your mission,

- it is our national custom to...

- Break the bread?

And cut the cheese.

Thank you, but we just

don't have time to eat.

And anyway, we're birds.

We don't eat cheese.

[coughing] We don't?

- About that message?

- We will take you to it.

But the road is dangerous

and guarded by the enemy falcon.

[coughing and gasping]

This cannot be a problem

for highly-trained pigeons.

That is why you are Squad A, oui?

- [coughing]

- The thing is, you see...

- Squad B?

- Not Squad B.

- Squad C?

- [pigeons chuckling]

So then you are Squad D.

[laughing] Just between us,

Squad D was never really

all it was cracked up to be.

I will not lie to you.

You will definitely be eaten

by the falcons.

[Bugsy belches] Wow.

That was some fine fromage,

- Can you burp on cue?

- Yeah.

I can burp on all the letters,

not just Q.

Watch this. [burps] A.

[burps] B. [burps] C.

Shh. Be silent.

The falcons.

- [loud belch]

- Oh.

- Oh!

- I say.

[clearing throat] Excuse me.

[sighing]

[sniffing]

[sniffing] Mmm.

Come on.

[gasping] Falcons.

All clear.

Wow.

[gasping] Stop that!

Oh, Squad F!

- We are here.

- This is invigorating.

The attic. There it is.

Fly, English pigeons, fly.

- [passes gas]

- Oh! Oh, dear.

- Sorry, love.

- Dirty bird.

Lofty Pigeon, at your service.

Hold on, mademoiselle,

[Tailfeather] Oi,

he's heavy, this one.

- [gasping]

- [falcon] There they are.

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