CATSTELLO: Hey, Babbit! Babbit! Oh, Babbit, cut it out!
I don't wanna, I tell you! I don't wanna do it!
BABBIT: Oh, there's nothing to it.
CATSTELLO: I won't do it, I tell you! I won't do it!
- Now, wait a minute. Wait a minute. - No, I don't want no part of it!
- Listen. You wanna eat, don't you? - I won't do it! I won't!
Yeah, Babbit, I wanna eat. I love to eat.
Well, then go up and get the bird out of that nest, and we'll eat.
But I don't wanna hurt no bird. I like birds.
I'd go hungry first.
What's the matter, fraidy cat? This is only a tiny little bird.
You mean a poor little, teensy-weensy, itsy-bitsy, defenseless bird?
Yes.
Let me at him! Let me at him! I'll get him, Babbit!
Gangway! I'll murderlize him! Let me at him!
Take it easy. Take it easy.
I'll show him! Where does he get that stuff?
Don't hold me back! I'll get him! I'll show him!
Come on, quit your fooling. Get up that ladder.
Don't push me, Babbit! Don't push me!
- Come on, come on. - I'm scared to go up high.
I get heightrophobia.
- No, I don't wanna. - Come on, up.
- Don't push me. Don't. - Up. Come on.
You can't make me do it. You can't make me do it.
(EX CLAIMS)
He did it.
(WHISTLES)
Come on, stupid, get the bird.
(WAILING)
Give me the bird! Give me the bird!
If the Hays Office would only let me, I'd give him the bird, all right.
(WHISTLES)
(SHIVERS)
Babbit! Babbit!
Babbit!
Hey, Babbit, look. Stilts.
Help! Help! Babbit! Here I go again! Catch me! Help!
Hey, I'm too young to die! Help! Save me! Help!
Hey, how'd you get a-way up here?
Say, Babbit, are you sure this thing is gonna be okay?
Of course, of course. Everything's under control.
Don't push me down in the box, Babbit. Please don't do it.
Don't do it! Hey, Babbit! Oh, Babbit! Babbit!
- What's the matter now? - I'm afraid of the dark.
Well, I'll let you out, then.
I thought I saw a pussycat.
I did. I saw a pussycat.
(EXPLOSION)
Oh, the poor pussycat. He crushed his little head.
Gee, Babbit, I'm just no good.
Oh, the breaks were against you.
I'm a floperoo. I can't even get the bird.
- Don't worry. You'll get it, all right. - You mean I'll get it in the end?
Yeah. And you'll get a big bang out of it, too.
Well, that sure takes a load off of my mind.
Hey, cut it out. Cut it out, pigeon. Don't do that.
This little piggy went to market.
- Babbit! - This little piggy stayed home.
- Babbit! - This little piggy had roast beef.
CATSTELLO: Babbit!
Well, what do you know? I ran out of piggies.
Babbit! Babbit!
Here, pussycat.
Whew!
(WHISTLING)
I'll save you. Where are you?
Speak to me! Speak to me!
(WHISTLING)
Come on, stop your clowning. What's the matter with you?
- Aren't you ashamed? - I don't know.
- Why do you do these things? - I'm a bad pussycat.
Oh, I just can't seem to get the bird. It ain't no use.
- Don't worry. - I can't do it.
This'll get you up there. Contact.
- Contact. - Contact.
Contact.
Hey, Babbit, I'm a Spitfire!
(WHISTLES)
Hello, Fourth Interceptor Command?
I see an unidentified object flying around my little head.
Is there an insurance salesman in the house?
Air raid. Lights out. Total blackout. Break it up, pussycats, break it up.
Air raid. Lights out. Total blackout.
Hey, now's our chance. Come on.
Turn out those lights!
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