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21 little worms lying on a plate.

I flew off after eating up eight.

How many are left that can't be seen?

13!

13 little worms, no less, no more.

I flew off after eating up four.

How many are left to eat this time?

Nine!

Mom, where's Tourbillon?

He's not feeling very well this morning.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, right!

He's probably gonna meet up with his friends.

Blabbermouth!

Tourbillon's sneaking out!

What? Tourbillon!

You get back to class this very minute!

What? I can't hear you!

Pierre, Phillip! I need your help!

Coming, Mom! Coming!

Lyon, fetch!

Monsieur Lyon!

Hmm?

Oh, my dear Tourbillon!

Are you ready again for another performance?

Been looking forward to it all week!

Only fun I've had in a dog's age;

ever since my last hunt.

Do you think it's possible?

What? Hunt?

At my age?

No, no. I'm talking about him.

Oh, him. Mm-hmm.

And what do you think, Monsieur Chevalier?

I don't think he'll ever give up trying, mon ami.

I've never known anyone so stubborn.

You're right. It's become a real obsession.

And a way to keep the farm entertained.

Which isn't a bad thing

with the way the world is at the moment.

I'm so sure that I'll raise you 50.

All right. I'll see your 50.

Bring it here.

And 50 more that he doesn't pass this line.

That's it, Daddy-o!

Hmm, I think you should raise your bets, Messieurs.

You couldn't be more right, sister.

It looks like he hasn't progressed at all.

Co, co, Colette, Cecile,

Juliette, Adelaide, Eveline, hurry up!

Daphne, what are you waiting for?

To de-eggalate! Agh!

It's only nerves, dear.

I think he should forget about all this craziness.

I really hope he makes it this time.

Of course he will, Tourbillon...

...if he remembers to flap his ears.

That was a cruel thing to say, Cocoq.

It certainly was!

Bonjour, Tourbillon!

Bonjour!

Bonjour! - Bonjour, chéri!

Stop right there, my little dragonfly.

Let me go! Hey, Cher Ami!

Hey, why the hurry?

If you really wanna know, I was on my way to see--

Just like everybody else, Tourbillon.

No doubt about it.

We all really look forward to these performances,

like the appearance of Her Majesty

in the gardens at Buckingham.

Is that true, Sir Archibald?

Bah!

Pure British sentimentality, Venise.

This audience's attention won't last any longer

than it takes for him to hit the ground.

Hmm, you mean...

...less than a few seconds?

Well, better hurry.

Oh, Cher Ami, remember you promised

to teach me how to do a low flying swoop.

How? With that helmet?

What? Oh, yeah.

It's my little brother's hat, you see.

I'm a grown-up now.

Of course, you are.

Whoa!

Ouf!

When's he ever gonna get around

to improving the secret entrance?

Ooh.

Ugh.

Lindbergh?

Lindbergh?

Lindbergh! Ah!

Lindbergh!

D-d-d-d-don't scare me like that!

You better hurry up! It's time!

Really?

By Da Vinci's beard!

Oh.

Ouf.

Aah!

Oh, no!

Yow!

This spring never does what I want it to!

What were you doing in there?

Ah, Tourbillon, my friend,

this is a secretaire.

Do you know what's kept in a secretaire?

No idea.

Secrets, my friend. Secrets.

We're in the middle of a war! Don't you understand?

We have to be careful.

Come on, come on.

My solar energy device should be working as well as ever!

Daphne, darling, you made it.

How brave you are!

Do you think it's better in the center, Ibor?

Yeah, Igor, but a little more to the left of center.

Bit more to the right would be better.

To the left.

Why don't you put it at the foot of the pigeon loft?

He'll probably drop like a stone, anyway.

Ooh!

Well, that's what I'd call a fast egg!

The entire farm has turned up for the event!

I can hear their victory shouts already!

Ha ha!

And my fine feathered friends,

are they all here?

Hey, Lindbergh, if you need any help

I can always lend you a few feathers!

By Da Vinci's beard,

that- that loudmouth!

Cher Ami is gonna teach me his flying techniques.

He's the fastest pigeon on the farm!

He's also the most egotistical scoundrel I've ever met.

Ha!

If he weren't, he would be doing his bit

as a carrier pigeon like so many others!

Fighting for the cause!

The cause?

That's exactly what I said!

♪ We're fighting for survival in a war that must be won ♪

♪ If only I had wings, I'd get those bad guys on the run ♪

♪ I wouldn't sit around all day like Cher Ami has done ♪

♪ Ha, what Cher Ami has done ♪

♪ My future's in the clouds, above ♪

♪ My dreams are in the sky ♪

♪ I'd circumnavigate the world, my aims are very high ♪

♪ I'd never give up trying 'cause waiting's not for me ♪

♪ I wouldn't sit around all day like our friend Cher Ami ♪

♪ Let's go, we're fighting for survival ♪

♪ Hey ho, it's up to you and me ♪

♪ Oh no, I will not surrender like that Cher Ami ♪

♪ Like our friend, Cher Ami ♪

Lindbergh, it's revving up!

Ha ha!

♪ I've had a premonition and very soon you'll see ♪

♪ my marvelous invention ♪

Nobody's gonna believe that.

♪ Forget your silly schemes ♪

♪ they say a mouse could never fly ♪

♪ I've got a plan, I'll show them all ♪

One day, I'll reach the sky!

♪ Let's go, I might not have my wings yet ♪

♪ Hey ho, one day you will see ♪

♪ Oh no, I'll never be defeated ♪

♪ Like that Cher Ami, like our friend Cher Ami ♪

♪ Let's go, we're fighting for survival-- ♪

This is what I want!

The sky is for me!

Steering system, check!

Landing gear, check!

Flaps closed...

Close flaps! Close flaps!

I'm coming!

Whoa!

Yahoo!

What was that?

The wind, no doubt.

Are you sure he's come out?

Look over there!

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Ha ha ha!

Wow!

I don't believe it!

♪ We're fighting for survival and I think I've got the key ♪

♪ Now that I've got my wings we're assured of victory ♪

Ah! The wind!

Not good! Not good!

A sight to be seen.

He's never stayed aloft for such a long time.

Oh no!

Oh no!

Ah!

What?!

Igor!

Look out! Look out!

Mon Dieu!

Look out!

Pardon me! Incoming!

Whoa!

Through the emergency door, quickly!

Whoa!

One by one, I said!

Wait! Stay calm!

Stay calm! Don't... panic.

Well, I'm really...

...impressed.

Run for it, Dad!

Whoa!

This is gonna hurt!

Ow! Ow, ow, ow!

Whoa!

What a show that old fool has put on.

Lindbergh! - Right in the bulls eye.

Oh, and head-first, too.

Like always.

Lindbergh!

Lindbergh.

Fly away, Tourbillon!

Okay, men, start unloading.

We haven't got all day.

Lots going on out there.

Hey, you better improve your aim.

I'm sorry, ahem.

And so..?

What's happening out there, Cocoq?

No idea.

But it can't be anything good.

You know the old saying.

Wherever humans tread--

It won't be long before you're dead.

Oui, oui.

Sounds like the banging stopped.

Bad guys on the run...

I wouldn't... sit around all day

like Cher Ami has done...

...Like Cher Ami has done...

Ah!

Ah! Oh! Oh!

They've been at it all afternoon.

Ah, see if you can top this one.

Eh, piece of cake.

That noise, it reminds me of the shell fire, when--

Thank you, m'lady.

All the banging won't make him any worse

than he already is.

Merci.

My dear brother, stop picking on Lindbergh.

Scissors, please.

For all the soldiers of Her Majesty's army,

I've never seen anyone so bent on being what he's not.

A flying mouse? How absurd!

He's fighting to make a dream come true.

He'd be better off harvesting grain

like the rest of us.

The trouble is, you don't want to teach us

your flying techniques.

Come on, Tourbillon,

you don't want to end up like Lindbergh.

You should be proud to be a sparrow.

Hey, look at me.

One day I'll be a barnyard rooster just like my father!

A promising future, no doubt.

If you're so clever, my little rooster,

can you tell us what those guys are doing here?

Logistics, my dear young lady.

Let me introduce myself.

Go... we're fighting for survival...

Lindbergh!

Hey, what do you serve here?

Fire bombs?

You were saying?

Right, Horace McBomb,

Captain of the Allied Army's Fourth Engineering Corps

stationed south of Nimes.

Cher Ami, tumbler...

...and winner of four national flying cups,

at your service.

Very impressive, indeed, young man.

And what kind of construction work is taking place

on the roof of my loft?

A sophisticated communication antenna.

It will relay the messages

being sent by our glorious army.

The war is being waged in the north,

and anyway, the problems of humans

don't interest us in the least.

But, what kind of utopia are you living in?

Huh?

The war is a lot closer than you think...

...and the enemy, too!

Red Falcon! - Red Falcon?

You see?

Even this little fella was more informed than you.

Is he as cruel as they say, Captain?

Even more so!

Nobody survives his claws.

And those of us who have...

Ah...

Therefore, it is my duty to inform you

that your farm has been turned into a training camp

for the Air Communication Corps.

Wow! Carrier pigeons!

Tomorrow at dawn,

those of you who are interested can enlist at our offices.

I hope to see you all there.

For freedom, honor, and glory!

Good night, gentlemen.

Sergeant, sir, the antenna is ready.

Very good, Corporal. Let's clear out.

For freedom, honor, and glory.

Ah, he's soft in the head.

A very strange fellow.

Well, he seemed a perfect gentleman to me.

And in his captain's uniform, so elegant.

Captain? Ha.

Bonsoir, chéri.

At his age he should at least be a colonel.

Well, a colonel's uniform would be very elegant, too.

You fool.

Yeah, what's he doing here anyway?

He can take his war somewhere else.

Even if he wanted to,

the captain couldn't do that favor, Cher Ami.

The war has surely trapped us all.

Good night, Venise.

Cher Ami, can you take care of Lindbergh?

I've got to go home.

Wait, wait.

I'm gonna be in big trouble when I get home.

Ah, you crazy mouse.

If I hadn't gotten there in time

you'd now be decorating the wheel of that truck.

Wish I hadn't.

Mm, pretty song.

Is he your flying partner?

What? Ah! No, no.

No, no, no, no.

It's just that he had a little bit more than he can handle.

He's a lightweight, you see.

Merci.

Uh, by the way,

I'd hate to lose a chance to get to know a new face,

you know, especially when it's so pretty.

Oh, my!

I think your friend's calling your name.

...Oh, like Cher Ami has done...

How right you are.

Cher Ami, tumbler, winner of--

Oh yes, four national cups,

a tumbler with precision flying skills,

sharp turns, a great sense of direction,

almost as great as his arrogance.

Exactly.

And you've been lucky enough to meet him.

Sorry, pal, but you see, I also prefer men in uniform.

...like Cher Ami has done...

Am I losing my touch?

Oh, shut up!

Hmm, a real gentleman,

and in uniform.

You look so elegant.

I take pleasure in awarding you this medal,

the symbol of a commitment lasting...

Until the day I fly off to eternal rest.

Tourbillon, you'd better come on in to bed.

If you don't want Mama to get angry again.

I'm coming.

The trouble is,

you don't want to teach us your flying techniques.

You should be proud to be a sparrow.

Anyone interested can enlist.

Falcons.

Not knowing is killing me.

If it weren't for his valuable service to our cause,

I'd do away with that slimy reptile.

Ugh!

Oh, that wasn't meant for you at all, Jean Pierre.

Your work is magnifique, sublime!

A true work of art... to claw and tear.

And so... ?

Any news?

For the moment, only fog, Your Excellency.

Yes, Your Eminence, only rock, fog, and bog.

Oh, bravo.

So, it's rhyming time, is it?

Come here. Come here and rest your weary eyes.

Two whole days scanning the horizon!

What an outstanding feat!

Hmm... idiots!

How much longer did you plan on continuing like this?!

Until the informer appears, Your Excellency.

Yes, Your Reverence, those were your orders.

Watch and wait.

Aah, get out! Out of my sight!

They are an insult to my intelligence.

An insult to our race.

Ah! He's coming, Your Excellency!

Yes, Your Excellency! It's him!

My dear friend.

Excellency.

I've been anxiously awaiting this moment.

The honor's mine.

Would you like a snack?

Jean Pierre, s'il vous plaît.

A few tasty morsels from the "Nouvelle Cuisine."

Brochette Dijon flambé.

Sounds good.

Ah, the French, such sophistication.

They can do wonders with the simplest dishes,

like these pigeons à la mustard!

Pigeons?

I think I just lost my appetite.

And me too!

Waiting for your briefing!

It's been two days now!

I know, Your Excellency!

The engineering detachment was experiencing some delay,

but the antenna is now up.

Uh, perfect!

A defenseless farm in the middle of the countryside.

Exactly.

And I'll make sure the select the worst recruits

to build the defense system

and to go on the next mission to the front.

Which means, the communication antenna will fall

when the time comes.

That's right!

And no message will get through the blockade

set up by your Black Claws.

You can count on it.

It's never been any other way.

We'll crush those miserable wretches and their antenna.

and for good measure,

I'll finally get even with that old McBomb.

How he ever managed to escape my claws the last time

is still a mystery.

But you left him with something to remember you by!

And he did the same to me, you idiot!

Or do you think I did this to myself?!

His beak may be small, but it's very sharp.

Sorry.

I better be going now before they realize I'm missing.

I hope, for your own good,

that things go as planned.

Yes, Your Excellency.

And I hope, for your own good,

that there are still some brochettes left.

My pigeons!

You idiots!

Let's go, Dad!

I'm ready for lesson number 12.

Didn't we do that one yesterday?

Yesterday was F-sharp Moderato.

Today it's B-flat Allegretto!

Okay, let's go for it.

Hey, what the devil?

What's this all about?

Nothing to do with me. I've only just arrived.

Cher Ami, I came out with my dad

to practice my morning crow,

and they were already there.

Right here. That's it.

Hold on.

Go back to the loft this very minute.

I didn't expect you to react so- so--

Honorable? Unselfish? Courageous?

Don't give me that, you fool. Look at them.

Most of them haven't flown any farther than those trees.

Ahem. Your friends have made up their minds.

Yes, we have made up our minds.

Sir Archibald, Third Communications Division

in Her Majesty's Royal Carrier Pigeon Corps.

You too? You're too old for this.

Let's go back upstairs and play another game of cards.

The real game is going to be played out here, Cher Ami,

and they've already cut the deck

and started dealing.

Come and join us.

Yeah, Cher Ami, get in!

You've all gone totally crazy.

Ready for the loony bin.

Bah! You can all count me out.

Bonjour Monsieur Tumbler.

Okay, gentlemen, Lieutenant Dominique,

official instructor at the Nice flying school,

will be responsible for your classes in theory.

Quite a classy formation, I'd say.

Ha, well now I understand why you prefer guys in uniform.

And without further ado, gentlemen,

I'm going to leave you in the hands of the officer

responsible for the squadron discipline and your training.

Sergeant Grey, they're all yours.

Flying pansies!

Or should I say wild buttercups?

Because that's what you are!

You're gonna regret the day you decided to enlist!

So you wanna become a hero?

Heroes?!

Ha ha ha. - What did you say?!

Oh my, what have we got here?

A genuine British war hero.

Well, sorry, your highness. Your badge has expired.

Now, where were we? Oh, yeah.

You want to fly for fame and glory, don't you?

A squad of...

...greaseballs!

By the time I finish with you

only true carrier pigeons...

I said real pigeons,

not flying insects!

Get out of here!

As I was saying--

Only the best recruits will have a chance.

Have I made myself clear?

Yes... Yes sir.

All together!

Yes sir!

Yes sir!

Yes sir!

Yes sir!

They're gonna fly into enemy fire.

They'll be in terrible danger!

Don't be so melodramatic, Cocoq.

Nobody's forced them to enlist.

Hey, little dragonfly.

Have you deserted already? Whoa.

Just leave me alone!

Well, what do you know?

A sparrow, an old pigeon, and Venise,

a yard pigeon who, like it or not,

will one day end up in a casserole.

It's his destiny.

His destiny? His destiny?!

And what about yours?

You should be down there with them!

Get off my back, little sister,

I'm not their nursemaid.

You gotta admit, they're very courageous.

Bah!

But- but, don't you realize what you're asking me to do?

By Da Vinci's beard!

Lindbergh, please.

No, no, and no.

Pretty please? - Not a chance!

It wouldn't work.

Maybe... with a good dusting of flour...

But no! No, no, and no!

It's fighting for the cause, like you said!

You're still too young to be down there.

It's like- it's like...

...digging your own grave!

Don't you understand?

Ha ha!

And Sergeant Grey?

I was waiting for his report on how recruit training is going.

If you'll allow me, sir.

Sergeant Grey has ordered me to inform you, in his absence,

that the defense system has been completed.

To quote the sergeant,

"The whole area would have to be bombarded to--"

Yahoo!

For all the tea in the Empire.

Isn't he ever going to give up?

♪ We're fighting for survival, but I think I've got the key ♪

Huh...

No, no, no, no! Whoa!

But, what the--

Hit the dirt!

This is- is--

Whoo.

Look out!

Retreat!

Whoa!

What the--

Mr. Lindbergh,

you are the biggest public menace

I've ever met!

You're right. You're right.

I completely agree!

Hmm, vertical air propulsion, isn't it?

What? Uh... That's right!

It's an experimental prototype.

Built it all myself.

Rotating propeller design,

aerodynamic thrust,

steering system,

and D.T.I.!

D.T.I.? - Don't Total It.

And a Lindbergh III engine

with a reinforced dung and Roquefort resin tank.

Very imaginative, no doubt about it.

Halt! I don't believe I ordered any arrests.

Repair the defense system!

And be quick about it!

Aye, aye, Captain.

Mr. Lindbergh, despite your outrageous behavior,

I have to admit that I find your work fascinating.

What do you say to our having a little talk

about some of the innovations in your prototype?

I'm afraid that's not going to be possible...

...Captain, sir.

What exactly do you mean, Sergeant?

Everyone, fall in.

We were waiting for Colonel Dibón.

It's all in the report.

The enemy has advanced to Verdún,

and the Colonel has had to leave immediately

for the command post at Amiens.

Well, that can only mean one thing.

Right! A squadron of carrier pigeons

should get ready to move to the front!

The rest of the recruits

will remain at the farm until further notice.

But that's impossible! They're not ready yet.

If you'll allow me, Captain.

I, personally, have selected the best.

The mission will be a success.

Very well. You can begin whenever you wish.

My men are entirely at your disposal.

But- but, Captain, sir!

Lieutenant, if you'll allow me,

I have orders to carry out.

It's- it's suicide.

If Venise and Sir Archibald are sent to the front,

they're going to need a little...

What am I saying? A lot of direction.

Oh, there's still enough time 'til morning.

What a night to be setting off.

Edward, hand up the lantern.

Here it comes.

Ah, so here you are.

Easy does it. Here.

Careful.

From now on, little ones,

life's going to be a lot different for you.

This one, too?

Why not? We all deserve a chance.

Okay, but I'm afraid he's going to need more than one.

That's the last of them, sir.

Tourbillon, this isn't a game. Go home.

No way! I'm a part of the Homing Pigeon Corps!

Young man, you'll be better off here,

looking after the farm.

Sir Archibald's right.

Come on, little one.

Let go of me!

Oh, well.

Dear Archibald,

we won't be able to close an eye until you return.

Thank you, my dear Brigitte.

Oh!

Agh!

Psst, psst, Lieutenant, ma'am.

Please say goodbye to April for me.

Tell her I- I--

I'll tell her, Venise, word for word.

Take good care of yourself, Venise.

Goodbye, sweetie!

Good luck.

Where are they going? - Who knows?

But every day, we say a prayer

for them to come home soon.

Sir Archibald, is this what war is all about?

Unfortunately, my dear Venise,

this is only a very small part of it.

Our champion! - Our champion!

Our champion--

Cocoq! I'm fed up with this.

All anyone every talks about around here is this war.

Hmm.

How touchy we are. Huh?

What are ya up to? - Uh, nothing much.

Oh, okay...

Fancy a game? Been a while since--

Sorry, Cher Ami. Not today.

I got things to do in the yard.

Yeah, right. No problem.

They haven't left yet, have they?

Have they gone? Stupid, useless, thick--!

What an unforgivable mistake!

Lindbergh, calm down.

By Da Vinci's beard! Don't you realize?

Without compasses, bumbling Sir Archibald

won't know which way to go!

And Venise has no sense of direction whatsoever!

It's too late now.

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

Cher Ami, Monsieur Lindbergh, is Tourbillon here?

We haven't seen him since last night.

Then- then it's true! He's left!

Uh, what do you mean, he's left?

We found ante on his bed!

It said he was going to the front!

With the squadron!

He must have hidden himself in the van.

It's all my fault.

I shouldn't have kidded him along.

I thought it was some kind of game.

I've got to do something. I've got to do something!

I'll bring him back! - You?

Yes, me! I'll being him back.

No, no, wait!

Venise and sir Archibald will take care of him!

Don't worry, madame, I'll bring him back!

Darn it!

Lindbergh, it's crazy! Forget it!

And besides, your contraptions aren't ready for takeoff!

That doesn't matter! I've got to save them!

Whoa!

Will it really fly?

Yes, yes it will!

He's flying!

You old rascal, you've done it!

Is everything synchronized?

Yes, everything's ready, Your Excellency.

Good.

The American battalion are bound to fall into the ambush

and they'll try to contact their headquarters at all costs.

There's nothing to fear. The antenna will fall.

It better happen.

We'll meet at these coordinates tomorrow at dusk.

Your Excellency, you promised me a promotion

and my own training center.

If everything comes off as planned,

you'll train the pigeons in my army,

if not...

Yes, Your Excellency.

Dirty traitor.

Ugh!

You betrayed my friends.

You tricked everyone in order to send them to a certain death.

You let them fly to the front alone.

The enemy is advancing,

and the farm and everything you've ever known

will be destroyed.

Whoo.

Dominique! Dominique!

Tomorrow Red Falcon's squadrons are going to attack the farm.

Without the antenna it will be impossible to call for help.

You'd better organize your defenses immediately.

But- and our men?

I'll bring them back.

I'll bring them back home again.

Oh... I'd better get going.

And by the way, have McBomb arrest that traitor, Grey,

before he drowns in the marshes.

Come on, come on.

Grab that group over there. This one, too.

Be quick about it.

This cage is full, sir.

Well then, put them in that one over there.

Yes, sir.

On your way, soldier.

Come in, Messieurs,

welcome to the Hotel Palace.

What time would you like breakfast served?

I don't like the look of things, Sir Archibald.

I thought we'd be flying through the clouds.

We all thought that.

But the war isn't like the cafés in Paris,

is it my friends?

Oh, no, no.

Paris cafés, with their warm stoves,

the smell of newly roasted grain.

Hey you, owl face, you need some ammunition?

Open your chops.

Tasty, huh?

You shouldn't drink when you're on duty.

Don't worry, my lord.

It's better to die of the bottle

than in the battle, eh?

And if I die, let it be with my belly full.

I can still smell the sweet aroma of butter biscuits.

Did someone say biscuits?

Tourbillon, for all the fog in London,

what are you doing here?

Don't you realize the danger you're in?

Eugh.

And have you forgotten that I also belong

to the Carrier Squadron?

Well said, my little friend.

For your information,

we are all responsible for his safety now.

In that case, he'll soon be a goner.

What do you mean? - Calm down, calm down.

Let's have a little peace, at least in here.

Right you are. And when the party's over--

You'll have to go to Paris with us.

Paris! Oh là là!

♪ Montmartre! Pigalle! ♪

Crossfire!

We must be behind enemy lines already!

What does he mean "behind enemy lines?"

We're being attacked from all sides!

Our troops are firing at us!

They don't know we're here!

They are going to use us to carry the coordinates

of our position to the nearest communication center.

The only thing we need to know is who is from there?

We are! It's our farm!

Fellas, help!

Come on, little fella, you're our last hope.

You can save us!

Whoa!

We can't leave him on his own.

No, wait!

Come back! It's suicide!

Venise!

Watch out!

Get out of there, fast!

Take that!

Lindbergh!

Fly, Tourbillon, fly!

By Da Vinci's beard,

here I come!

Fire!

Time to cut the grass!

Yeah!

Get off my plane!

Faster, faster.

Cher Ami!

Quick, head for the trees!

I'll catch up with you!

Aah!

Cher Ami, well done!

Lindbergh! - The compasses!

It doesn't matter! I'll take the lead!

Finish him off!

We'll take care of this one.

Fire!

Now I've got you!

You're mine at last!

You can't escape!

You white devil, you are in deep trouble.

Fire!

Ough.

So are you.

We're surrounded! There are patrols everywhere you look!

Oh, great.

Yes, but, we have to deliver the message, or else...

Those poor soldiers.

And who is going to stop you?

Cher Ami! It's you!

I knew you'd show up.

And how exactly do you think

we're going to make it past this pack of vermin?

Cher Ami has a plan! Isn't that right?

Well, of course I do. Heh.

Have I ever let you down?

Then tell me! What are we gonna do--

Shh, now listen.

The Family von Harzer!

Looks like the war's also effected

the Tyrolean aristocracy.

They will help us. It's our last chance.

I hope you're right,

and that Lindbergh will be okay, too.

Do you want to follow him?

It's not worth it. Let's go back to headquarters.

Rotten birds!

Ouf! Ow!

Oh, I'd better perfect my landing.

Black Claw Squadron!

Attention! Fall in!

By Da Vinci's beard!

Let's go! Side columns, open ranks!

What kind of idiots am I surrounded by?

Various patrols are watching the forest,

Your Excellency.

That's right, that's right.

They won't escape, Your Eminence.

You'd better be right.

We have to intercept that message, no matter what.

And that slobbering Grey, has he shown up?

No, no. Nothing new to report.

Nothing new to report?!

Well, well,

it look like the only news of the day

is a streak down your backs.

What do you think, Jean Pierre?

Could you do it any better?

Blegh!

Listen here, you idiots!

Do you think I planned this fantastic party for nothing?

I won't rest

until McBomb and his infernal antenna have been destroyed!

We can't take the chance of waiting any longer.

Let's go.

We'll celebrate our triumph later.

Yow!

Ha ha, you like that?

Not so fast, old boy.

Destiny has something different in store for you.

Have a good flight!

Flight!

I should till be able to get back in time!

zone control.

As things look, you're emigrating, right?

zat's right. Our cheese factory.

Boom! Everything lost.

ze var makes no distinctions.

What a shame.

Sergeant, their bags! - Right, sir!

Ouf.

Ouf.

vait, don't do zat.

Ah, no? Why not?

Goat cheese. Very old recipe.

Family zecret.

Ough.

It's a deadly perfume, no doubt.

Hey! Wait for me!

Ah! Damn you!

I'll get you now!

And what kind of cheese were you planning to use on me?!

Edam cheese! Ha!

Great shot!

Cher Ami, hurry up!

You'd better get back to ze farm right avay.

What about Venise?

Ouf.

Vell, he is a little bit stinky, perhaps.

You've betrayed my trust.

I should have left you under the rock where I found you.

I'll take great pleasure in seeing you defeated.

I've been waiting for this

ever since they put me under your command.

Hey, Captain! Captain McBomb!

The alarm's been raised, and everyone on the farm warned!

What about the very old and young?

We followed you orders to the letter.

They're in the stables.

Hurry, Mademoiselles! And stay in line!

Anything to report, Monsieur Lyon?

Absolutely nothing.

Except for the eerie silence.

Oh! They're here!

Come on, come on. Everything get inside.

Mon ami, what's taking you so long?

Everyone, stay put.

All we can do now is wait.

Fire!

Fire!

Yeah! Yeah!

Ah!

Yeah!

Take cover!

And you, where do you think you're going?

To crack nuts!

Yeah! - Cocoq!

Everyone, flee! Get out fast!

Captain McBomb! - Stand aside, Dominique!

What?!

Are you all right, Lieutenant?

Yes, sir. Thanks, Captain.

We can't hold out much longer.

There are too many of them!

Run for it, you stupid fools!

You're done for!

The farm!

Oh, no.

On Her Majesty's grave.

What will we do with the message?

We've got to deliver it to the soldiers!

But they're on the other side of the farm!

Well, straight through the fighting, then.

And take care!

Cher Ami!

Do you think he'll make it?

If anyone can do it, he can.

What are they gonna do?!

Nothing good, that's for sure!

They're flying straight for the antenna!

By Da Vinci's beard!

What do those ugly fiends think they're doing?

Lindbergh! You're alive!

You're alive, you're alive.

What an insult!

There's just enough time to make it to my workshop!

Let's go!

Come on, come on, you evil devils!

Captain, the antenna! - What?!

They're trying to knock it down!

Captain! - Ouf!

Hurry! Hurry!

Cher Ami! - Let's take cover!

Oh, Cher Ami, thank God you're safe.

Listen, I have to deliver this message before it's too late.

Those swine.

Captain, do I have your permission?

Complete the mission, soldier.

Yes sir!

Be careful.

A good man. I misjudged him.

Lindbergh, watch out!

Get out of here!

Whoa!

Excuse my manners, Mr. Lindbergh.

On the contrary. It's been a pleasure.

Listen.

Have they pulled down the antenna?

No. It's the carrier pigeon!

And our chance for fame and glory!

Only a few more meters.

Shh, girls, be quiet! Someone's coming!

Get out of the way!

It's Cher Ami!

Oh!

Grey!

The antenna won't hold out much longer!

What is Lindbergh doing in there?

Do you know what's kept inside a secretaire?

No idea. - Secrets, my friend.

We're in the middle of a war, and--

Well, I'll be.

Quick! The gramophone! The handle!

Runway, clear!

Amazing!

It's time to show these vermin who they're up against,

and the power of genius!

Fire!

Fire!

What's that falling from the sky?

Looks like singed feathers.

Oh, that Lindbergh is phenomenal.

So, it's a mouse, is it,

that you need to save the situation?

How low have you fallen, you old cripple?!

But, how did you recognize me?

Oh, of course,

you still have your other eye.

Aah! - Everybody, run for it!

That was the last sarcastic remark you'll ever make!

Good heavens! Red Falcon!

It's time to wrap things up once and for all.

Oh, yes!

Oh, no.

Aah!

Oh...

Note to self, flip the seat.

Hey, you idiot,

come out of there, or I will come in and get you.

Leave him to me, I'll make mince meat of him.

And let you get all the credit?

I'm the one who's going to go in.

Don't bet on it. - Fire!

Thank you, ladies.

Don't let him get away!

Jasmine, do you think the danger's over?

It sounds as if the falcon shrieking has stopped.

Ah!

Merci, Madames.

I couldn't have done it without you.

Huh.

Ah ha!

I'm in no hurry, McBomb.

How long do you think you can hold out?

Your invincible Black Claws have left you on your own.

You've failed!

Not yet, I haven't.

Taking you down is all the victory I need.

Watch out!

McBomb is losing! - We've got to help him.

And we will!

I still have enough ammunition to stop that devil!

Fly, fly as fast as you can!

McBomb, playing hide and seek, are you?

Oh, how pathetic!

Well now, what do I see? If it isn't your saviors.

Oh, for pity's sake, don't hurt me!

Do you really want to confront me?

In that case, then, who should I begin with?

Why not start with yourself?

Damn you.

Ah!

What the-- ?

Enjoy your flight, Your Excellency!

Watch out!

Ouf!

Aah!

Have you got him?

Yeah, but he's mine.

You can't tear him apart alone.

Want to bet?

Let's go halves.

You begin with his head,

and I will take care of his legs.

No way!

We'll see about that!

Get away! - You get away!

Messieurs?

Great shot, monsieur.

Cher Ami, Cher Ami, the coast is clear!

Come on, Bill, why don't you just fold?

Shut up and give me a card.

He's just bluffing.

I'll bet my return trip to Philadelphia on it.

Right, but make sure it's first class.

Aw, you're nuts. I need some air.

Ugh.

Hey, Bill, it's your turn.

Why don't you surprise us with your brilliant playing?

Ha ha, how amusing.

You had to ruin everything!

Grey, join forces with us.

There's- there's still time.

You're right!

Enough time to stop you from handing over that message!

Aah ha ha!

Look.

It's a wounded pigeon. Oh, my God!

We've got to transmit this S.O.S. message right away!

Ah, mon ami, remembering your glorious hunting days?

Yeah, more or less.

S.O.S.

Our own artillery is dropping a barrage directly on us.

For heaven's sake, stop it.

Lindbergh! Lindbergh!

Hurry up!

Everybody's at the bottom of the loft!

Oh, great.

They're all waiting for me.

And in the meantime, my workshop,

my house,

my dreams, shattered.

There's nothing left for me here.

Mr. Lindbergh?

Mr. Lindbergh, it's you, isn't it?

Well, um, yes, b--

I knew it. I knew I'd find you!

Around the country, people are talking about nothing else!

Your heroic deeds, your inventions,

your extraordinary flying machines,

your- your- your workshop?

What's left of it.

Let me introduce myself.

Amelie de la Grosnuage,

chairman of the Grosnuage Aviation Corporation.

Listen here, Mister, my aeronautics firm

needs an inventive engineer with creative ideas

in order to produce new aircraft prototypes.

Out of the question!

What a shame. Oh, well.

But- but this is-- - Yes, Mr. Lindbergh.

A two-seater with a six cylinder engine.

Though there still are some technical details

which have to be worked out,

and which an expert like you could probably solve.

I'm offering you a partnership in the company

and 15% of the profits produced by--

30%!

20%. - 25 or nothing!

It's a deal.

We'll leave it at 20% of the profits for the moment,

and then we'll see.

Amelie, you never give in, do you?

It all depends.

For outstanding bravery in carrying out

a mission that would save a lost battalion

from assured death,

I am honored to appoint you officers

in the Seventh Squadron

of the Allied Carrier Pigeon Corps...

My baby!

Congratulations, gentlemen.

Is this an extra insignia, or have we suffered a casualty?

That's Lindbergh, sir.

And why is this so-called Lindbergh not here?

Yahoo!

Colonel, hit the dirt!

Who is that shining example?

Lindbergh from your Seventh Squadron, sir.

Until we meet again, old friend.

Goodbye, Lindbergh! Come back soon!

By Da Vinci's beard, I will!

In 1927,

Lindbergh went on to join the ranks

of the famous heroes who were the first to conquer the skies.

He made the first non-stop crossing

of the Atlantic Ocean...

...but he wasn't alone!

venise became so famous

that a very important brand of popcorn

began to use his image in their advertising.

So he didn't end up in a casserole after all,

but went onto empty hundreds of them.

In recognition of his great bravery,

Sir Archibald received the highest honors of his country

from His Majesty himself at Buckingham Palace.

Later, he settled down with Brigitte

beside a tranquil lake in the Tyrolean alps.

After the war, Cher Ami married Dominique

and together they joined McBomb

in running the French army school for aviators.

Tourbillon became Cher Ami's inseparable companion

and their work as a team

earned them the title "The Dynamic Duo".