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- [thunderclap] - [man chuckling]

Spin it!

[Men vocalizing]

Let's begin it.

- I Ohh-ee-yeh. - I TaleSpin

- I Ohh-ee-yo. - I TaleSpin

♪ Friends for life through thick and thin

♪ With another tale to spin

- I Ohh-ee-yeh. - I TaleSpin

- I Ohh-ee-yo. - I TaleSpin

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

Spin it!

Vocalizing Spin it, my friend.

- I Ohh-ee-yeh. - I Ohh-ee-yeh

- I Ohh-ee-yo. - I Ohh-ee-yo

- I Ohh-ee-yeh, ohh-ee-yo. - I Ohh-ee-yeh, ohh-ee-yo

[rapid vocalizing]

♪ Spin it, let's begin it Bear 'n grin it when you're in it

♪ You can win it in a minute When you spin it, spin it, spin it

♪ So spin it!

♪ TaleSpin!' ♪

- Hello? Dudley? - Yes?

Hi. It's me, Rebecca.

- Rebecca who? - Rebecca Cunningham.

Oh, yeah.

I was wondering if you'd be interested in going with me

- to the Businessman's Ball. - I'd love to,

but I gotta feed pigeons in the park. I got things to do.

[Rebecca] No, Dudley, I didn't know you feed the pigeons every night.

You wouldn't want them to go hungry, just for a party.

No, I wouldn't want them to go hungry. Have a nice time...

birdbrain!

[making airplane noises]

Oh, it's no use, Kit.

After all the strings I pulled to get invited to the Businessman's Ball,

- now I can't get a date! - Aw, cheer up, Miss Cunningham.

- I'll be your date. - Thanks, Kit.

But these business folks will frown if I show up with a younger man.

Hey! Why don't you ask Babe'?

Baloo?

No. No, impossible. This is a very fancy dinner and he's...

- He's... - A slob?

To put it mildly.

No, you're right.

Who needs all those rich business people with their big contracts

for us little air companies?

All right, all right. I'll ask him.

Hey, come on, Wildcat. Burn 'em in here.

Strike two!

Attababy! Do it again!

- Babe'? - Huh'?

Oof!

Strike three. I'm out.

To lunch, that is.

Mmm. [Smacking, burping]

I must have been out of my mind to think I could ask Baloo.

- Ask me what? - Nothing.

Miss Cunningham wants to know if you'll take her to that businessman's dinner.

Dinner? Now that's my kind of business.

I don't think this is such a good idea.

It's fancy and formal and, well...

you wouldn't fit in.

Why, are the doorways too small?

| give UP-

Wait, Miss Cunningham. Let us teach him some manners.

And I promise you, by Saturday night, he'll be ready to rub elbows

with the filthy rich.

Sure, he's already filthy.

- Well... - You may never get another chance

to hobnob with the snobs.

[sighing] All right.

When Wildcat and I are through with him, Baloo will be a real gentleman.

Yeah, or my name isn't Horatio.

Wait a minute, my name isn't Horatio. Is it?

Watch.

- After you. - Oh, no, after you.

No, no, after you.

[Kit] Now according to the rules of etiquette,

there are certain ways that a man is supposed to treat a lady.

Hey, I always treat my ladies well.

Isn't that right, baby?

Quit goof in' off, Baloo. I'm talking about real ladies.

Did somebody call me?

Come on in, Wildcat. We're ready for lesson one:

Seating.

All right, Baloo. At a formal dinner, where does your date sit?

On her backside, like everyone else.

Fresh.

All right. We'll skip seating and go straight to table manners.

"Chapter three. Normally, you begin the meal by buttering your bread

- "using the butter knife." - That's not a butter knife.

Hee-yah!

That's a butter knife.

[Baloo and Wildcat laugh]

Oh, great. Laugh it up. Now you won't go, for sure.

Relax, Little Britches.

Who wants to eat with a bunch of stuffed shirts anyway?

I'd sure like to have dinner on the Spruce Moose.

Becky's ball is on the Spruce Moose?

- Yep. - That swank airplane

I've been trying to visit for five years?

Yep.

Well, what are we waiting for?

Lay those manners on me, son.

Allow me, ma'am.

Why, that's very thoughtful of you, Baloo.

See, Miss Cunningham? I told you we'd have him ready for the party.

My, Rebecca. How nice you look.

Here, let me take your wrap.

I can't believe it. You really changed.

Hey, who says you can't teach an old pilot new tricks?

- [stammering] For you. - Why, thank you.

I brought you something too.

- I rented it just for you. - What's wrong with my flight shirt?

- We're visiting an airplane. - Well, yes.

But they say you can judge a man by his clothes.

I kind of like being judged as a pilot.

Please, Baloo, for me... Aww...

[tires screeching]

Welcome to the Spruce Moose.

- Isn't it beautiful, Baloo? - Oh, yeah.

- She's an aviator's dream. - [Rebecca] Why?

[Baloo] 'Cause she's never been flown.

They built her so big, she couldn't get out through the cliffs.

So that's why they turned her into a nightclub.

Baby, oh, Baloo would love to take you for a spin.

- OK, boys. Suit up. - Right, boss.

These rich jerks won't know what hit 'em.

Oh, Baloo, this is it. The wealthiest, most successful business people

in Cape Suzette. Isn't it marvelous?

Oh, yeah, think how much cargo this place could hold.

- Remember your manners. - Oh, yeah, yeah.

Welcome! I'm Mrs. John D. Rockafeather.

Head of the Chamber of Commerce.

Rebecca Cunningham. Pleased to meet you.

- And this is my escort, Baloo. - A pleasure to make your acquaintance,

Mr. Baloo. [Shrieking]

Hey! Great little bash you got here, Rocky.

- I never! - Never what?

Never mind.

Listen, I worked really hard to get invited to this shindig

so I could make contacts. If you screw it up with your stupid antics,

so help me, I'll clip your wings but good. You copy?

- [Baloo] You're mad, huh? - [Rebecca growls]

Hots doeuvre'?

[Baloo chomping, smacking] Thanks.

OK, boys. Just like we planned it, see?

[smacking]

- Hey, wanna horse doober? - Stop it!

Sorry.

- Leave them! - Right.

Please, Baloo, just try to be a gentleman.

You got it, Beckers.

- [dishes clattering] - Your chair, milady?

- Oh... Thank you. - [thudding]

Nice landing. But next time, try to remember, put your gear down.

Baloo, you're embarrassing me.

I'm sorry, Becky. I'll try harder.

We're with the band, see?

Running late. Yeah, that's it. Yeah.

Hi. I'm Rebecca Cunningham, owner of Higher for Hire air cargo service.

Herman Grapple of Grapple Electric.

Of course, you're the man who makes all those darling light bulbs.

Why, you must have to ship them all over the world, don't you?

[Herman] Why, yes, we do.

Say, maybe we could use your cargo business.

Goodness, Mr. Grapple! I never thought of that.

Freeloader, huh?

Baloo!

Wrong size wrench.

[all muttering]

I knew I shouldn't have ever brought you here!

Easy, Becky, easy. I'll go get a towel or something.

You sit tight.

[engine revving]

[all shouting]

[gunfire]

All right, see? This nightclub's being hijacked by yours truly,

Owl Capone! Yeah!

Somebody's stealing the Spruce Moose!

[shouting continues]

[{indistinct radio chatter]

[plane approaching]

O'Malley! Wake up! We're about to be run over by a restaurant!

After it!

Don't worry, they'll never get through there.

[all shouting]

[wailing]

All right, on your feet.

If you'd all be so kind as to place your valuables into the sacks.

[mumbling indistinctly]

So that's it. Party hijackers.

It's for a charitable cause: the Owl Capone retirement fund.

Baloo?

So, holding out on us, eh?

Um, not exactly. It's just that...

| don't own any jewelry.

You don't own any jewelry?

Well, I guess I'll just have to hijack it back.

All right, the control lines.

Time for a little machine failure.

Hey, what's gotten into Lefty?

Hey, what gives?

Ow! Oh, a wise pilot.

Oh! OW! Ooh!

[groaning]

[alarms ringing, beeping]

[all yelling]

- Boss, this plane's out of control! - We got what we came for. Let's bail.

- They're gone. - And so is our jewelry.

- Is there a pilot in the house? - Did I miss dessert?

There's no one flying the airplane.

Well, relax, folks. It's the ace of the base.

Old Baloo's got everything under control.

Rebecca, I've always dreamed of flying this baby.

Oh!

Did too good a job on the cables.

- Can you get us down? - Down's the easy part, sweetheart.

It's staying in one piece that's hard.

[all shrieking]

[Rebecca] Do something!

[grunting]

- Baloo, look! An island! - That oughta break our fall.

- Can you steer for it? - This ain't no kite, you know.

[both grunting and groaning]

Hey! Not bad. That's the first time I ever landed a nightclub.

[indistinct chattering]

So, Mr. Pilot, is this what you call

- having everything under control? - Huh?

First you ruin our ball, then you almost get us killed.

How could you possibly think this buffoon would fit into our group?

- I... I thought... - Hey, don't worry about your tea party.

I'm headed for bluer skies.

Good, good. Go on. Run away. We'll be safer without you.

Clam up, you ungrateful old goat.

You can't talk to Mrs. Rockafeather that way. She...

And you! You can stick your light bulbs up your nose.

Wake up, you weasels! That man just saved our lives.

Maybe he's crude and rough around the edges,

but I'd take him over all of you put together.

[scoffs] Well, good riddance. We can do jolly well without those two.

Now, who knows how we call a taxi?

Sorry, lady, but you landed in the wrong part of town.

Small world, ain't it.

- [gunfire] - [all yelling]

[gunfire continues]

All right, you bluebloods, we're all gonna go outside and cut down trees

and build us a nice little raft, see?

But won't we need a big raft for all these people?

Who said anything about taking you? Now get moving!

The entertainment committee will hear about this.

[gunfire continues]

Baloo! Baloo!

- [animals chittering] - Baloo? Is that you?

- Oh, Baloo! - Easy, Becky. Everything's fine.

No, it isn't. Owl Capone is back.

We've gotta help the guests.

Give me one good reason why I should bail out those moneygrubbers.

- 'Cause you're better than them. - Good answer. [Chuckles] Let's go.

Hurry it up, you slugs.

We can't get 'em if they're way up there. What can we do?

Hmm...

- Are we gonna call for help? - Radio's busted.

We'll give those feather-brained hoods a little ride instead.

[grunting]

"- Oh! ' [a" Yelling]

Wham'? Who did Ms'?

Just your average party-wrecking buffoon.

I'm sorry for the way I treated you, Mr. Baloo.

We may be wealthy, but for all our money, the truth is

- we couldn't change a flat tire. - We need your help. Please.

OK, I'll help ya.

But on one condition: you do exactly as I say, no questions asked.

All right. Now some of you gather up anything that'|| burn.

Another group, dig up some decent tools.

The rest of you, go find needles and thread.

Oh, Baloo, I'm so proud of you.

Oh, and one more thing. Take off your clothes.

- Why? - What?

Oh, I take it all back.

On the double, Beckers!

Baloo Airlines, flight double or nothing to Cape Suzette is ready for boardin'.

[all cheer]

[jazz music playing]

Mr. Baloo. For an ill-mannered slob,

you're really a swell guy.

Hey, Rocky, I'm just a pilot doing his job.

- Never claimed to be anything else. - And Miss Cunningham?

I'd still like you to consider shipping our light bulbs.

Those I haven't shoved up my nose, that is.

Bright idea.

[♪ TaleSpin ♪ TaleSpin men vocalizing]

♪ Another tale to spin

♪ TaleSpin ♪ TaleSpin vocalizing

♪ Another tale to spin

[men vocalizing]

[man chuckling]

♪ TaleSpin' ♪