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Spin it!

[Men vocalizing]

Let's begin it.

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♪ Friends for life through thick and thin

♪ With another tale to spin

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♪ All the trouble we get in with another tale to spin

Spin it!

Vocalizing Spin it, my friend.

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[rapid vocalizing]

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♪ So spin it!

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[grunting] Hmm.

Nothing to eat around here.

I guess this will have to last me till lunch.

- [Rebecca] Oh, Baloo! - Uh-oh.

There you are. I wanted you to see the gown I'm wearing to the Pilot's Ball.

What do you think?

[muffled muttering]

Are you eating in the office again?

[gulps]

Who? Me?

Oh, if only I didn't have to go to the Pilot's Ball

with a pilot, especially a plump pilot.

Still, I suppose anyone can look good in a tuxedo.

Even you. You do have a tuxedo, don't you?

Hey, do penguins swim?

Oh, relax, Becky.

- Old Baloo won't let you down. - You mean you're gonna lose weight?

Cross my heart and hope to diet.

Wait until Rebecca gets a load of me in this.

So suave, so debonair, SO... SO... Fat.

[straining] Not fat... Just...

well upholstered.

[Spits]

Man, that baby had topspin.

Maybe this will help, Papa Bear.

Whoa! I look like a fire plug.

That's it.

Oops.

Oh, let's face it, Little Britches. I need Big Britches.

[sighs] If I don't drop some tonnage before the Pilot's Ball,

Becky's gonna find herself another escort.

Why don't you go to that famous fat farm? The Elizabeth Taper Center.

You mean where all the big stars go when they get too big?

Yeah. I heard about it on the radio.

They have the strictest weight loss counselors around.

Well, if it's good enough for a big star like Liz Taper,

it's good enough for me.

Yea-ha!

Yea-ha!

How much farther to the island, Wildcat?

They're the green things on the map, right?

Right in one guess.

Seems like there's more then there used to be.

Do you always start a diet with a double order of guacamole tacos?

[mouth full] You want me to lose weight on an empty stomach, would you?

That looks like the island now.

Tell Rebecca I'll be back in time to go to the party.

- We'll tell her, Baloo. - And don't tell her I'm losing weight.

That's gonna be my surprise.

[animals shrieking]

All I gotta do now is find that health spa

and drop a few pound-a-roos!

[humming]

Whoa, man, what a searcher.

Say, now I can rest my dogs!

[sighs]

Why can't they put these spas in a more convenient spot?

Like... [chuckles] next to a diner?

[man] Hup-two, hup-two, hup-two...

- [straining] - You prisoners, pick up your feet!

This is a work detail.

You're back home in Thembria now.

What do you know? I found them.

Hi, guys. Hey, some place.

You're lean and mean.

Just what we need. A comedian.

Nah, I'm a pilot. Baloo's the name and flying's the game.

Did you say a pilot?

Sure. If it's got wings, I can fly it.

Sometimes, if it doesn't.

Keep marching and no talking!

- Double time! Hup-two, hup-two... - Ouch! Ow! Ow!

[Baloo] I hope we get to meet Elizabeth Taper.

My name is Slammer. Welcome to your new home.

You will all be given a copy of the rules.

Read it. Memorize it.

You will also be provided with some...

[laughs] ...special equipment.

Ankle weights, huh?

That ought to tone up the old legs.

Oof! Hey, a medicine ball.

Great workout.

Yah!

Guards!

When the sun shines on this box, it can get up to 200 degrees inside.

A solar powered sauna, huh? Oh, pretty neat.

Glad you like it.

Throw him in.

Hey! How about leaving me a box lunch?

Hey, thanks, guys.

I feel like I sweated off ten pounds already.

[Slammer] I hope you've gained something from this experience.

Gained? Thought I was supposed to be losing.

Oh, a comedian?

No, I'm a pilot.

Baloo's the name and flying's...

Silence! This is going in your file.

You better shape up.

Boy, you're telling me. Rebecca will kill me.

Get over there and start pedaling.

Good idea. There's nothing like an exercise bike

to trim down the waistline.

It can be so tiring being cruel and sadistic.

Faster!

- [rooster crowing] - [yawning]

[yawns] What a short night.

Huh?

My fan's gone! I've been robbed!

Someone's going to prison for this!

[chuckles] I forgot, we're already in prison.

[snoring]

Playing innocent, huh? You don't fool me.

Wake up! Steal my ceiling fan, will ya?

This is going in your file.

What? Now he's stolen my filing cabinets!

Take him to the box!

How about some breakfast first?

Now I know how a fried egg feels,

with bacon, orange juice.

If only a day without orange juice was a day without sunshine.

Hot enough for you?

If only your lunch was so hot.

Lunch? Why didn't you say so?

Food!

At last!

I don't mind being on a diet as long as there's plenty to eat!

Gruel, huh? The chef must be from Thembria.

[inhales, blows out]

This is just steam.

You are lucky. Yesterday it was cold steam.

Of course, it could be worse.

It could be... gruel!

I can't stand it! I've got to have something to eat!

Please, sir. I want some more?

More steam?

I'll give you more steam.

[shouting out]

That's it! I don't care if Rebecca does think I'm a fat slob!

I am leaving!

No one ever leaves Bedevilled Island.

Maximum Security Prison!

Prison?! I thought this was a health spa!

Do I look like Elizabeth Taper?

Theft of a Thembrian government ceiling fan,

violation of the Thembrian government files,

wanton destruction of Thembrian government dishes.

And worst of all,

wasting Thembrian government steam!

Do you know what the punishment is for that?

- Another trip to the sauna? - Not quite.

But you're getting warm.

Mind if| borrow this?

Oh, yeah, go ahead. It was starting to chafe anyway.

And why the blindfold? Am I supposed to break a pifiata or something?

No, you're about to be executed by a firing squad,

Firing squad!

Wait, wait! I'm allergic to lead!

Ready?

No, no! I'm not.

Aim!

Wait!

Don't I get a last request?

Since there's no need to diet anymore,

I'd like a big lunch, with a side of dinner.

Let's start with roast beef and mashed potatoes.

And angel food cake.

Devil's food cake. Somewhere in between cake.

And some wild duck,

and also, some mildly annoyed duck.

Fire!

- [clicking] - [gulps, moans]

There's something wrong, sir.

Find out what the problem is.

There's no gunpowder in the shells.

They must be leftover from the last gunpowder shortage.

Tough luck, huh?

For you it is.

It's against the rules not to die at your own execution.

You get another 20 years for that.

Hey, I did my part- I didn't even peek.

[muttering] Nine plus two and carry the one... That's...

Two hundred and nineteen years you'll be in prison.

Not counting today.

Couldn't you let me out a little early, like Saturday?

- I've got to take my boss to a party. - Saturday?

That's it. We get a new shipment of ammunition on Saturday.

We can shoot you then.

There goes Saturday night.

[grunts] This glue sure is heavy.

Whew. I hope Baloo's lost a lot of weight.

Oh, not too much.

I had an aunt who lost 2,000 pounds and she was miserable.

- Two thousand pounds? - Yeah, her car was stolen.

I just hope we can find the Elizabeth Taper Center again.

- Which island is it? - This guacamole one.

What? Guacamole!

Bedevilled Island?

That's where the Thembrians send their worst prisoners!

Whoo-wee.

Lucky for Baloo he went to the isle of guacamole instead.

Wildcat, we've got to help Baloo.

[Spits]

[straining] If they're gonna execute a guy tomorrow,

they could at least give him the day off.

Hey, that's neat. How did you do that?

It's a question of knowing where to strike.

Hey, what's a smart guy like you doing in prison?

I don't know. I'm innocent.

There's probably a law against that in Thembria.

It broke my dear old mother's heart when they sent me here.

You see, tomorrow is her 80th birthday.

I promised to give her a party.

I sure wish there was some way I could help you.

Ah! But, there is!

You are a pilot, no?

The greatest pilot in the world,

by my own estimation.

I have built an airplane.

It can fly us both off this island.

All right!

But, only if we do not overload it.

Lose ten pounds by tonight, my friend,

and we're out of here.

Ten pounds? Maybe we'd better just let them shoot me.

Do not worry, I will help you.

One, two. One, two. One, two.

- Let's pick up those knees. - [panting]

Quietly. We don't want the guard to hear us.

[sniffing] Something smells good.

Mmm. Leftovers.

Escape now, eat later!

And... be quiet.

[alarm wailing]

[panting]

Hurry! We have to take off!

You're the one who stole all that stuff.

Yes, and the motor from Colonel Slammer's new car, too,

built during the Thembrian motor shortage.

[gunfire]

Why don't they ever have a bullet shortage?

Escaping from prison? You'll get life for this!

[Kit] We thought this island was the Elizabeth Taper Center.

But it was just a glob of guacamole.

That is the most unbelievable story I've ever heard from anybody.

And you say Baloo did all this, just so he wouldn't disappoint me?

Hey, you said it was unbelievable.

I wonder which way the camp is.

Oh! Let me. I'm a great tracker.

Oh. Ah... Ah, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, oh, oh. Yeah, yeah.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Ahh...

The camp's a half mile that way.

That's amazing, Wildcat. But, how did you do that?

I read a sign.

What do you mean, he's escaped?

Baloo's not a fat criminal.

He's a fat pilot!

Then why did he help Professor Krackpotkin escape?!

Who is Professor Krackpotkin?

The scientist who hates gruel.

Every day for 20 years, his mother fed him gruel,

gruel for breakfast, gruel burgers for lunch,

gruel pizzas for dinner. It drove him mad.

He was imprisoned for trying to implement the Krackpotkin Plan.

A diabolical plan!

To destroy all the glorious Thembrian gruel reserve!

And he hasn't given up yet.

Krackpotkin left these blueprints behind.

His airplane is a flying bomb

packed with enough stolen gunpowder

to blow a hole in the central gruel reservoir!

So, I've radioed ahead to Colonel Spigot,

he's ready to shoot the plane down

as soon as it reaches the gruel reserve.

Faster, Wildcat, we've gotta save Baloo.

A-OK, hold on to your airsick bags!

[Baloo] Now, Kracky baby, as soon as I get you back to your mother,

I'm flying on to Cape Suzette.

I'm escorting a very special lady to a party tonight.

[explosions]

Looks like I might be late.

[Spigot] Sergeant Dunder! Load!

Really Big Bertha loaded, Colonel Spigot, sir.

Would you like me to aim?

I will do it, Dunder.

- Sergeant Dunder! - Oops. Sorry, sir.

A-ha! This time we can't miss.

Fire.

I didn't blow them out of the sky!

Aw. But you made a really big boom.

Krackpotkin will make an even bigger boom

when he blows up the gruel reserves.

[laughing]

We are almost there. Nothing can stop me now.

Hey!

Baloo! Turn back! Krackpotkin's a mad scientist!

Huh? Bad scientist? Hang on, Professor.

I'll get you to your mommy no matter how bad your grades were.

I don't think he understood us.

We've got to head them off.

Maybe we should let your mother know you're coming.

[laughing] We'll just drop in.

Huh?

I'm putting you on a crash diet, my friend.

Goodbye gruel.

Now I don't think he even has a mother.

[screaming]

Come on, Wildcat, it's time to do some serious flying.

Well, here goes everything.

- Jump! - Do I look like a Mexican jumping bear?

Don't argue, baloo! Do you want to blow up?

Well, now that you mention it...

No!

You've lost some weight, haven't you?

No time to discuss diets now, Rebecca.

I got me some flying to do.

Excuse me, Little Britches.

It's too late. The city's gonna be buried

under a flood of high-fiber breakfast food.

[shouting]

They thought I was insane.

They will eat their words now.

What are we gonna do, Babe'?

[Baloo] Hey, Krackpotkin stuck me with this,

it's time I return the favor.

There's only one way to stop that gruel.

Hunger attack!

I don't think I'm hungry, sir.

Loss of appetite in the face of the enemy?

Put yourself on report, Dunder!

This ought to make that gruel stick to their ribs.

Glue away!

You may have stopped the gruel,

but you will never stop me!

[yells]

That ought to hold him till Spigot gets here.

Now, how about some lunch?

I'm starved!

[Baloo chewing] Mmm. Mmm. Oh.

I'll be ready for the Pilot's Ball

as soon as I get my strength back.

I'm touched you tried so hard, Baloo.

But, appearances don't matter.

It's what's inside that counts.

And I'm gonna get as much inside as I can!

HEY. A present!

Well, you deserve something for trying to get in shape.

Even if it was hopeless.

An elastic cummerbund.

You don't have to be slim and trim to be a great pilot.

The way I look at it,

the more you weigh, the more of you there is to order around!

Yeah. Huh?

[♪ TaleSpin ♪ TaleSpin men vocalizing]

♪ Another tale to spin

♪ TaleSpin ♪ TaleSpin vocalizing

♪ Another tale to spin

[men vocalizing]

[man chuckling]

♪ TaleSpin' ♪