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(LAUGHING)

Spin it!

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-oh-ooh-ooh-ooh.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-oh-ooh Let's begin it.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-oh-ooh-ooh-ooh.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-oh-ooh -Oh-ee-yeah! - Tale Spin.

- Oh-ee-yoh! - Tale Spin.

Friends for life through thick and thin.

With another tale to spin.

- Oh-ee-yeah! - Tale Spin.

- Oh-ee-yoh! - Tale Spin.

All the trouble we get in With another tale to spin

spin it!

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-oh-ooh-ooh-ooh.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-oh-ooh Spin it, my friend.

- (Oh-ee-ya)' - Oh-ee-ya)'

- Oh-ee-yoh. - Oh-ee-yoh.

Oh-ee-yay, oh-ee-yay Oh-ee-yoh, oh-ee-yoh.

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

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.

Tale Spin!

Louie, my man?

I think your tiddly's done tiddled its last wink.

(LAUGHING) You were ea yin'?

(SLURPING DRINK)

Ah-ha, this is the life.

A bag of chips, an orange fizzie, n' thou.

Baloo, you are so right!

ANNOUNCER ON RADIO: Happy Harry Haole

and your Hawaiian Boys, and now the news.

Millionaire pilot Louise L'Amour,

five-time winner of the Scatmandu Air Race,

is winging her way to this year's competition,

but first plans a visit to that garden spot of the South Seas,

Louie's Island.

My Aunt Louise? Coming here?

Run for your life!

It's Aunt Louise!

(ALL CLAMORING)

Camouflage!

Not that it's any of your best buddy's business,

but what's going on?

My Aunt Louise is comin'!

(STUTTERING) She's gonna wanna dance.

Huh, sounds good to me.

(STUTTERING) She's gonna wanna party.

Oh, my kinda gal!

But the worst thing is, she's gonna call me...

AUNT LOUISE: Louis!

(HYSTERICALLY) Ah, Baloo, Baloo... You got to help me, man.

Ah come on save me, Baloo.

(BABBLING)

(BOTH SCREAMING)

(CHEERING)

Man, what a pilot.

You like her? You talk to her. Tell her nobody's home.

Tie 'er up, kid.

Here, buy yourself a buffalo. (LAUGHING)

Is that who I think it is?

Louis! My little Louis!

Oh, my. How you've grown! Will you just look at this boy.

(LAUGHING)

- Louie, not Louis! Louie! - You simply must tell me everything

you've got plenty of time. Air race isn't for another five weeks...

- Five weeks? - A|| my friends I couldn't wait to

see my nephew because he just loves to party!

(SWING MUSIC PLAYING)

Tear up your dance card honey, this one's mine!

LOUIE: Argh!

Look out!

(MUMBLING)

Mmm, yeah!

Baloo, you gotta help me!

The whole joint's goin' crazy!

Man, you can say that again.

I mean we gotta make her leave.

Vamoose! Bye-bye! Gone!

Mmm, baby. Solid gone.

Baloo!

Hang on, mama, the boogie-bear's cuttin' in.

Boogie down, fuzzy. (LAUGHS)

(CLANKING)

Ah-ha!

(MUSIC FADES AWAY)

CROWD: Aww.

Now, what do ya suppose made it do that?

Sorry, folks. No music, no dancing.

No dancing, no party.

No party? No way!

Batter up!

Oh no! Stop! No baseball, either!

Who said anything about baseball, honey?

Hit it, boys!

We're gonna go skiing!

Yea-haw!

(SHOUTING)

(SPANISH ACCENT) Something is casting a shadow

on the splendor of my radiant tan.

(SIGHING)

(sums FIRING)

Thank you. You may turn me now.

(ALL GRUMBLING)

Now, now, now, what is keeping you held up?

Do you want your captain to become French toast?

(GRUMBLING)

What is the matter with you?

Well you see, your Karnagitude,

we're bored.

Yeah. We haven't done any good pirate stuff lately.

So, my lethargic looters,

you want to engage in some piratical proceedings?

- Yeah, that sounds good. You bet. - Oh, definitely. That sounds great!

All right, then. (CLEARS THROAT)

The generous Don Karnage hereby grants you permission to go...

Loot! Plunder! Uh, do something piratey.

(ALL CHEERING)

Oh, my fierce minions. May I suggest a kidnapping?

- Oh, I love a good kidnapping. - Kidnapping? Yeah! Oh, boy!

Eh, someone weak, helpless and rich I think...

Uh, someone like her.

(LAUGHING)

Ah, baby!

LOUIE: No! Stop! Hold your horses!

Wimps race horses, cupcake! We race gorilla birds!

Baloo! Baloo! Do something, man.

Sure! Got a five-spot?

Five bucks on Aunt Louise!

(CROWD CLAMORING)

Argh!

Relative or no, this gal's gotta go!

ANNOUNCER: This is Skip Skidoo, scandal scout extraordinaire,

with a hot scoop from Scatmandu.

Wait a minute. What was that?

The Scatmandu Championship Air Race has been moved up to tomorrow.

- Tomorrow? - That's right, tomorrow.

Not only that, but pilot Jacques Tojoure says he's gonna

beat the ailerons off that second rate pilot,

Aunt... (STAMMERING)

Louise L'Amour!

That is, if she isn't chicken.

What?

Them's fightin' words! I never met a pilot I couldn't outfly.

What? Party over already?

Oh, Louis! I almost forgot you!

Be a doll and forgive me, sugar,

Auntie Louise has gotta haul tail feathers outta here.

Ah, so soon? But you just got here.

Oh, I know, baby.

(KISSING LOUDLY)

But I really must. I've got a title to protect.

LOUIE: (CHOKING) Argh, it's okay! I understand.

Next time we'll race warthogs

bareback! (CHUCKLES)

I can hardly wait.

Man, what a nightmare.

Man, what a party.

LOUISE: Jacques Tojoure, huh?

When I meet that phony baloney

I'm gonna rub his face in his own axle grease.

If there's anything I can't stand it's somebody with a big mouth.

What in the world?

Hey! (SCREAMING)

We got her! Boy, will Don Karnage be proud of us.

Iron Vulture to base...

iron Vulture to base. Come in, Captain.

Oh! Now what is it?

Success, your loftiness.

The chicken's in the hen house.

What chickens?

You were supposed to kidnap a rich lady!

What we mean is...

The wiener's in the schnitzel.

I'm certainly very happy for you,

but, what are you talking about?

(SHOUTING) Do not bother me again until the cat is in the bag!

(WHISPERING)

Oh, the cat is in the bag.

(CHUCKLING) Well, that is a tune of a different color!

You may bring the prisoner to me!

All right, what's goin' on?

DUMPTRUC-K: You are our prisoner!

You cannot escape!

Oh, is that right? Okay, tough guys,

show your pallid pusses!

You are in the clutches of the ferocious air pirates of Don Karnage.

Hat!

Eh...

Oh, yeah. Hat!

You're kidding. You call that a har?

Quiet! You're supposed to be begging for mercy.

Can't you see we have you at bay?

That's no way to hold someone at bay. Gimme that.

(FEROCIOUSLY) Har!

No! Mercy!

Hey, she's pretty good.

Hey, nice accent.

Now you try it.

Practice makes perfect you big Swedish meatball.

(FEROCIOUSLY) Har!

That's the stuff.

(GROANS)

Now wait, you're the prisoner, we're the air pirates!

Air pirates? (LAUGHING)

With tubs like those?

(LAUGHING)

Me and the Pink Piranha could beat you blindfolded!

(LAUGHING)

Yeah? I'd like to see you try.

Honey, you're on.

(LOUIE MUTTERING)

KARNAGE: (ON RADIO) Hello, hello, Louie? Oh Louie-type person?

It is I Don Karnage speaking to you with my voice...

Whatta you want, Scatman?

Run outta babies to steal candy from?

Now, now, I am feeling cranky today,

do not upset me further.

You will be interested to know we have a certain chicken in our hen house.

LOUIE: Huh?

A cat in our bag? A pig in our poke?

LOUIE: Cut to the chase, man.

We have kidnapped your Aunt Louise!

You what?

I know, I know. Amazing, but true. (CHUCKLING)

Oh, no. Louise! If only I hadn't sent her away!

However, I am feeling generous today.

Shall we set the ransom at a million dollars?

A mil... You sleazy, slime-baggy,

low-lifey...

Ah, ah, ah! You are making me more generous by the minute.

Two million dollars!

You miserable, disgusting...

Five million, and not a penny more.

And if you do not pay,

I will be forced to harm many hairs on the old lady's head.

(BIRD SCREECHING)

They're torturing her! Oh no. Stop! Stop!

(MUTTERING TO SELF IN SPANISH)

LOUIE: Okay, Karnage. You win.

I do? Oh, but of course.

| always do. (CLEARS THROAT)

You will rendezvous the riches to me

twenty miles south of your island.

Be there at the stroke of, shall we say, midnight?

Otherwise,

you will never see her again!

(STATIC ON RADIO)

Ah, poor Louise.

(CRYING) Kidnapped! And it's all my fault, man.

Oh, man. Where are we gonna get five million bucks?

(BLOWING NOSE)

We're not. We're gonna save her.

It's up to us!

Hey, hey, wait a minute. Us?

You and me? Against all those pirates?

Pirates or no pirates,

Karnage or no Karnage!

I'm not gonna leave that poor, defenseless little ol' lady

in the clutches of those barbarians!

LOUISE: Yea-haw!

I could beat you with one foot tied behind my back.

(LOUISE LAUGHING)

Aircraft carrier!

(CLAMORING ON RADIO)

Hey! What's going on down there?

Food fight!

(ALL LAUGHING)

(LAUGHING CONTINUES)

Hey, Don Karnage isn't going to like this.

Truly magnificent, do I not agree?

This is the splendid Don Karnage calling the Iron Vulture.

Don Karnage to Iron Vulture.

(ALL LAUGHING ON RADIO)

Where are you with my five million dollar hostage person?

Don Karnage to Iron Vulture!

(KARNAGE SCREAMING)

Stop, you imbeciles! Stop!

(SCREAMING)

Stop! Stop! Help!

LOUIE: Step on it, Baloo!

BALOO: I'm steppin', I'm steppin'!

If anything happens to her, I'll never forgive either one of us.

But we don't got what Don Karnage wants,

five million bucks.

We got brains. We got brawn.

The Save Aunt Louise Armada is ready to lay down its life for its cause.

It is?

(SCREAMING)

- PIRATES: Mercy! - Oh my God, no.

DUMPTRUCK: Hat:!

PIRATES: Mercy.

What is going on here?

DUMPTRUCK: Hat:!

PIRATES: Mercy.

DUMPTRUCK: Hat:!

Mercy.

Hat!

Mercy.

Hat!

Mercy!

- Har! - Mercy!

I said, what is going on here?

(PLANE APPROACHING)

(PIRATES LAUGHING)

What kind of idiot is driving this ship?

LOUISE: Say that again?

I said, what kind of idiot is...

You? Get away from that wheel.

You are not to be doing any ship steering, you are my prisoner!

Shiver me timbers! I simply adore men with accents!

Are you not in possession of all your marbles?

Ooh, sugar.

Madame, get a grip on yourself!

I'd like to get a grip on you, my sweet potato pie-rate!

Uh, cyst and decease. You are my captive!

Then captivate me!

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

Whew!

Now I've got you, my little passionate fajita.

(KARNAGE BABBLING)

Go now.

- Whew! - (EXPLOSION)

What in blue blazers was that?

(SIGHING)

The pounding of my heart.

Hey, Karney! How do ya like them coconuts?

You are supposed to be bringing me five million dollars,

not ruining my lovely paint job!

Not a chance, man.

The cavalry's comin' to get her

and you too.

Heh, you want us to blast 'em out of the sky, boss?

Yes!

- Yoo-hoo. - No!

Did I say five million?

(LAUGHING) It was a... Merely a figuring of my speech,

I meant five thousand.

(YELPING)

(LOUISE LAUGHING)

LOUIE: Forget it, Karnage. No deal!

Of course not, how silly of me. I meant five hundred.

(YELPING)

(LOUISE LAUGHING)

Captain, they're coming aboard.

Don't you want us to put up a fight?

No! I want you to pretend to put up a fight!

(LOUISE LAUGHING)

Ah! Trust me!

(SCREAMING)

Come here, my little Don Juan Karnage!

(LOUISE GIGGLING)

BOTH: Argh!

ALL: Hat:!

Way to go, Louie!

All right, Karnage. Let her go or I'll...

I'll wallop you too.

- (LOUISE GIGGLING) - Merciful humanitarian that I am...

I wouldn't dream of holding a prisoner a moment longer than necessary.

But, being a pirate, I must make at least a little profit, no?

No. I haven't got five hundred dollars!

(STAMMERING) Of course not.

(LAUGHING NERVOUSLY) Fifty!

(STAMMERING) Uh, fifteen?

Ten?

(SMOOCHING)

Okay! Okay! Nine dollars! Eight?

Six fifty!

You know, they do kinda make a cute couple.

Well, if marrying him will make her happy...

Five dollars! You won't get a deal like that anywhere else!

Deal! Or gee, uh...

I don't seem to have the cash on me...

Here, here! She's yours.

Come on, Aunt Louise, we're going home.

Oh no! No, Louis, no. You don't understand.

No, this is true love.

Oh now, Aunt Louise, there are other sharks in the sky.

(CRYING) Au revoir, mon chéri.

Hasta luego, liebchen. Arriyederchi Roma.

(LOUISE CRYING)

Parting is such sweet sorrow.

Play it again, man.

Another Sarsaparilla, Louis.

(CRYING) Make it a double.

Parted from the only man I ever loved this week.

(CRYING)

(BLOWING NOSE)

Louie! Baloo! Bonjour!

Ah, Louie. Could you get me a...

How do you say... Les French fries

and maybe une from-age burger to go, eh'?

Say that again?

Oh, madame, pardonez-moi for not introducing myself.

Jacques Tojoure at your service.

Tojoure?

So you're the pilot who's gonna beat my ailerons off, eh?

I don't like your attitude. But I love your accent!

Oh, but madame! I have an air race to attend!

LOUISE: Not anymore, my little croissant.

(CHUCKLING) Toujours I'amour!

Crazy.

Tale Spin.

Tale Spin!

Ooh, ooh Another tale to spin.

Tale Spin.

Tale Spin Ooh, ooh Another tale to spin.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-oh-ooh-ooh-ooh

(LAUGHING)

Tale Spin!