Chapter 3 - "Schooltown Follies"
[Wind rushing, pastoral music plays]
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[Train whistle blows]
[Birds chirping] # Don't know who she is or #
♪ how she is or when, what, why she is ♪
♪ but as for where she is, she is where we will go ♪
♪ to Adelaide, to Adelaide ♪
♪ come on and join ♪
- # the Adelaide parade # - Both: No.
♪ Adelaide, to Adelaide ♪
♪ let's go to Adelaide's house ♪
[Sour note plays] I need to fix that last part,
but that's the idea. So, Beatrice, you sing
the high part. Wirt, you sing the really
- high part. - What?
- Oh. - And ...
Nobody is singing anything anymore.
- And, Wirt, keep moving. - But I-I have to ... ugh.
- All right. - But we have to do something fun.
You know, we really don't.
We can just keep walking silently, you know?
And ... ugh. Wirt, let's go. Come on.
- Sorry, sorry. - But shouldn't we ...
Greg, don't you want to be more like your brother ...
- just always doing what you're told... - Huh?
...just a pathetic pushover who relies on others
- to make all his decisions? - Hey! What?
- I'm not a pushover. - Hold on, Wirt.
- Let me get to my point. - [Scoffs] Fine.
See, Greg? No willpower whatsoever.
- Hrmph! - You need to be more like that.
- But that doesn't really sound that fun. - The world is a miserable
place, Greg. Life isn't fun.
[Breathes deeply]
- Then I'll do what I need to do, I guess. - Thank you.
We'll just focus on getting you guys to Adelaide's so I can wash
my hands of this whole affair, and if you could pick up
the pace a bit, that'd be great, okay?
Okay? Hey, where's Greg.
Oh. Uh, wondered off, I guess.
- Cheese and crackers! - We need to do our part
to make the world a better place! [Croaks]
[Laughs] Yeah. [Bell tolling]
Huh? Whoa!
[mid-tempo ragtime music plays]
School?! [Scoffs]
Not today. [Breathing heavily]
Greg! [Music continues]
Greg! Greg?
Oh.
- Greg? - Excuse me?
[Music stops, wind blows] Please, take your seat,
children. You're late.
You know the rules ... "once the bell has run, class has begun."
Oh, sorry, everybody. Sorry.
No, he doesn't have a brain. He can't learn anything.
Let's go, Wirt. Come on. [Whistles] Here, boy.
What? Did you say something? I can't hear you because I'm too
- busy doing what I'm told. - What?
What are you ... [sighs]
- No, no. Let's go. - Oh, no.
See, I'm a pushover, remember?
- I have to do what she tells me to do. - Ohh.
Wirt, your brother could be in trouble somewhere.
[Knock on window] [Hums "hello"]
[Humming]
Mnh-mnh.
[Croaks] [Gasps]
Ha-Ha! Yeah! [Sighs]
Bluebird's have a short life span.
You two are literally killing me every moment I'm forced
- to spend with you. - Oh.
Young man, I will not stand for such nonsense
in my classroom. I got enough nonsense from that
no good, two-timing, low-down handsome man of mine.
[Dramatic piano plays] Oh, Jimmy Brown, why did you
have to leave me so? And now, with my father
threatening to close the school and that wild gorilla
on the loose, why, Jimmy, I just have one thing to say...
[Upbeat country western music plays]
♪ "A" is for the apple that he gave to me ♪
♪ but I found a worm inside ♪
♪ "B" is for beloved that I... ♪
Ouf. That lady's got some baggage.
[Music stops] What's that?
- Young man, go to the dunce box. - Oh. Sure, okay.
- No, no. - Sure.
No, no. [Humming happily]
- Aw. - Now, where were we?
[Music resumes] Oh, yes.
♪ "G" is for the gentleman I thought he was ♪
♪ when he first said hi ♪
So, my theory is hot dogs are not actually dogs,
regardless of what they teach you in school.
But you guys don't go to school, huh?
I'm gonna stick with you guys. [Water sloshes]
[laughs] Hey, I got an idea.
Let's play "two old cat."
Do you guys know how to play "two old cat"?
It's fun. I'll show you. Here we go.
Here's one old cat. [miaows]
[miaows weakly] You found another one!
Wait. No. I think that cat is too old.
- Rowr. - Sorry, kitty.
We'll have to find another old cat.
Hey, Jeffrey, I think there's one behind you!
[Raspy breathing] [Roars]
Gorilla! Run!
[Growls quizzically] # And "Y," yes, why is the
question that's on my mind # # oh, why? #
- Hey, dunce. This is dreadful! - Good.
I'm glad you feel that way. [Groans]
[Bell tolling] # I remember like ... #
- Huh? - [Gasps] Gorilla!
[Babbling] Mealtime already?
Well, come along children. [Hot jazz plays]
[Grunts] [all panting]
[Roars] [Grunting]
[Spits]
- Huh? Aah! - Mm-hmm.
[Slow jazzy piano plays] We don't want to be late
for mealtime. My father will be visiting today,
and we'll need to be on our best behavior.
[Hot jazz plays] Quick! In here!
[Panting] [music fades out, dramatic piano plays]
Oh, boy! Mealtime!
This is way better than being chased by a gorilla.
[Sniffs] [munch!, Munch!, Munch!]
[Groans] Aw, what's the matter?
Mm. Kind of bland.
[Snorts] [sighs]
- Hey, nobody ordered you to eat yet. - Yeah, but... Mm.
Hmm. [Hums quizzically]
Ohh.
Hey! I know what to do! Here, Miss Langtree.
Play something like this.
[wild discordant music plays]
Oh, like this? [pleasant mid-tempo swing music plays]
Mm... good enough.
[Grunts]
♪ oh, potatoes and molasses ♪
♪ if you want some, oh, just ask us ♪
♪ they're warm and soft like puppies and socks ♪
♪ filled with cream and candy rocks ♪
♪ oh, potatoes and molasses ♪
♪ they're so much sweeter than algebra class ♪
♪ if your stomach is grumblin' ♪
♪ and your mouth starts mumblin' ♪
♪ there's only one thing to keep ♪
♪ your brain from crumblin' ♪
♪ oh, potatoes and molasses ♪
♪ if you can't see 'em put on your glasses ♪
♪ they're shiny and large like a fisherman's barge ♪
♪ you know you eat enough when you start seeing stars ♪
♪ oh, potatoes and molasses ♪
♪ it's the only thing left on your task list ♪
♪ they're short and stout, ♪
♪ They'll make everyone shout ♪ ♪ for potatoes ♪
♪ and molasses ♪
- # for potatoes and ... # - [Blam!] That's enough!
- Father. - Is this what I've been paying for?!
- Hey, we just wanted to have a little fun. - I didn't invest in this
school for fun. I thought we were trying to do
important work here, teaching animals to count and spell.
We are! Oh, please, father, don't close the school.
- It won't happen again. - I should say it won't.
- This... - Pbht!
...this... [miaows]
...and this are all coming with me. Now send them to bed!
You heard father. Off to bed with you.
[Slow wistful jazz plays] [Sighs]
Mm.
[Sighs] [Whimpering]
[Sniffles]
I just wanted to have fun,
change the world, and make it a better place.
But I just made everything worse.
[Croaks]
Okay, Wirt, I'll admit it ...
you seem like a pushover, but you're not.
- Oh? - Deep down in your heart,
you're a stubborn jerk. When are you gonna give this up?
Maybe never. Maybe I'll never give this up.
Hmm. Yeah!
Wirt's right ... never give up! Come on, Wirt.
- Let's go save the day. - Okay, if you say so.
[Scoffs] Come on.
[Owl hooting]
So, what's the plan, Greg?
Plan? Ohh. I don't know.
Ohh! Who would've thought making a
primer school for animals was a bad idea?
My life savings, my home ... everything I had went into that
dear, dear school. And now I'm forced to sell these
instruments just to keep it open.
All the while that loathsome Jimmy Brown
is off gallivanting who knows where!
Not to mention that wild gorilla on the loose. [sighs]
If only something would go right for a change.
[Snoring]
Okay, I think he's asleep.
- Let's go steal his stuff. - Both: What?
[Pastoral music plays, birds chirping]
[Snoring] [groans]
[Gasps] The instruments!
They've been stolen! Who would do such a thing?!
[Mid-Tempo march plays] Huh?
[Humming] [indistinct chatter]
- Here you go. - Oh, here you go, sonny.
[Music continues] What is this?
It's a benefit concert for the school.
Ah, isn't it grand ... all these fine people giving out
of the goodness of their hearts? [sighs]
Not like my Jimmy Brown. [Dramatic piano plays]
- Ohh, here we go. - All he ever did was steal
- my heart away. - Gorilla!
Aah! [Roars]
[Crowd screaming] Young man, do something!
Uh... [shouts weakly]
Whoa! [Groans]
[All gasp] [Grunts loudly]
- Finally. - Jimmy?
That's right, darlin'. I was the gorilla.
- But why did you do it? - Got a job in the circus so's
I could finally buy ya that wedding ring.
But when I got stuck in the dang suit, everybody was too
- doggone scared to help me out. - Aw, Jimmy.
- Oh! - Darlin'.
[All cheer] [Chittering, grunting]
[Sniffles] I guess the world really is
as sweet as potatoes and molasses.
♪ oh, potatoes and molasses ♪
♪ if you want some... ♪
So, want me to tell Greg it's time to get going?
Nah, let him have his fun.
♪ filled with cream and candy and rocks ♪
- Hey, Wirt. - Yeah?
- Tie your shoe. - Hmm? Oh. Mm. Okay.
♪ ...algebra class ♪
♪ if your stomach is grumblin' and your mouth... ♪
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