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(LAUGHS)

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!

But we're not at war with Thembria.

Yes! Thanks to our very own Department of International Relations

and the brave volunteer pilot

who'll fly to Thembria and deliver this present for peace.

(CHUCKLES) It's not that easy.

You can't just tap dance your way through Thembrian borders, you know.

I understand.

It's a shame we'll have to find someone else to be our

poster pilot of the year.

Bring me my dancing shoes.

Here's a map to the Thembrian High Marshall's new summer home,

- and here is his housewarming present. - (TICKING)

It must be delivered by 3:00 o'clock today or the deal's off.

It's ticking.

Er, it's a cuckoo clock. Good luck, and here's a down payment!

(LAUGHING)

My face will be plastered in every post office in town, Becky!

(LAUGHING) I'll be famous!

Baloo, this summer home's very deep in Thembria.

You know how hard it is to get past Thembrian checkpoints.

What are they going to do, blow me up?

We're talking about a country that uses bath tubs instead of bombs.

Besides, I'll be packing a present for peace.

We have our dupe. The bomb is on its way.

I can't understand you, Wally.

It must be the long distance.

(IN THEMBRIAN ACCENT) How's that, Mac?

Much better.

When our border guards find the bomb on Balods plane,

the High Marshall will blame Cape Suzette for trying to blow him up.

Yeah, then he'll declare war, and our bomb factory will be back in business.

But, Wally, what if the bomb gets to the High Marshall

and really does blow him up?

He won't be able to declare war.

It won't, Mac. You know it's impossible to get past our checkpoints

without clearance from Colonel Spigot.

Spigot, you are the only one who has clearance

to disturb me at my summer home.

But don't or you will be shot.

Right! High Marshall, sir.

I have ordered all air vectors closed.

If any of our pilots disturb me, you know what will happen.

They will be shot?

- No. You will be shot. - (GULPS)

Don't worry, sir. Our pilots don't even know what an air vector is!

- (CHUCKLES) - No?

Then there will be flying tests for everyone when I return!

(STAMMERING) Flying tests? Not for top officers, too?

Hmm. I meant just pilots.

But good point. Top officers, too!

Whoever does not pass the test

will be shot!

Dunder, I can't take the flying test.

Sure you can. He said top officers, too.

But I don't know how to fly.

Oh. Maybe you should take flying lessons.

I am the head of the Air Force, Dunder!

If anyone finds out my secret, I'll be a laughing stock.

But you already are.

BALOO: But it's just a little, housewarming present

for your High Marshall.

The High Marshall doesn't want presents.

He wants closed air vectors. Whatever those are.

Look, I've got to be there at 3:00.

Now, can't you just give me special clearance?

No. Only Colonel Spigot has special clearance,

and even he can't use it without being shot.

Sums';, huh'?

Yes. Perhaps you've heard of him.

- The Terror of Tiny Tundra? - Excuse me a second, will ya?

Certainly. We're just going to perform a standard bomb check.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Go right ahead.

Hiya, Dunder! Thirsty?

Oh, hi, Baloo.

- Thank you. - My pleasure, Dundee.

Say, you think we can get our old pal Spigot to help me deliver

a package to the High Marshall's summer home?

Oh, he can't do that. He'd be shot.

(QUIETLY) Besides, he's busy trying to find someone

to teach him to fly. But, shh, that's a secret.

(SNORTING) Spiggy doesn't know how to fly?

How did he get to be head of the Air Force?

A clerical error.

Say, wouldn't you like to see your Colonel take flying lessons

from someone he can trust?

You see, Spiggy, you need a non-Thembrian to teach ya.

That way, none of your buddies will know your secret.

I said not to tell anyone, dum-dum.

When do we start?

As soon as you call off your goons.

SPIGOT: Unhand that plane!

I'm confiscating it, but not for flying lessons.

Yes, Colonel Spigot, sir!

- (CLANKING) - (TICKING)

(CHUCKLING) Well, there she is!

Twelve cylinders of cloud-hopping joy.

Has the plane been checked for height safety?

Maybe I shouldn't...

Come on, there's nothing to worry about.

I am not worried.

And I am not afraid to fly.

Uh, Spiggy, we just have one small problem.

Too bad. Scoot over and watch a pro do it.

No! My men are watching. I must fly myself!

Uh, right. Don't worry, I've got an idea.

Nice touch, Baloo.

That's why I'm gonna be poster pilot of the year.

Okay, hop in.

BALOO: That's better.

I'm still not afraid.

Right. Now first thing ya got to do is fasten your seat belt.

Oh, so you think I'll crash us, don't you?

- No, it's just... - Seat belt!

I don't need no stinking seat belt!

- (ENGINE STARTING) - No!

(SPIGOT SCREAMS)

(GROANS) Do you want to turn that off?

This?

No!

Ahhh.

What's he doing all the way up here?

(GROANS)

Uh, we're still on the ground.

Are you really going to let him fly?

He crashed his jeep 11 times last week.

You think I'm nuts?

We'll just let him watch from the co-pilot's seat

while I deliver a package.

But, shh, that's a secret.

BALOO: Now that you've learned to (CLEARS THROAT)

Fasten your seat belt,

we'll have lesson number two.

Clearing air vectors.

Skip to lesson three.

The High Marshall's ordered all air vectors shut down.

BALOO: Well, if we can't get through, we'll just have to turn back.

It's not me who's gonna get shot for not passing a flying test.

Clear all air vectors immediately!

Roger Wilco ten four, big buddy, respond. Respond!

BALOO: Try this.

Clear all air vectors. This is Colonel Spigot.

VOICE OVER RADIO: Yes, sir. Immediately.

But why are you in a foreign craft?

Uh, top secret! It has nothing, repeat, nothing to do with flying lessons.

Well? Aren't you going to give me a bomb check?

Nah. I'm whittling. Maybe you should pay more attention.

What if somebody flew past?

You mean like that? The vectors are clear.

What?

They are? Oh, they can't be!

What about the big yellow plane from Cape Suzette?

Left 10 minutes ago.

He had to deliver a housewarming present to the High Marshall.

Ooh! If the High Marshall goes through the roof,

bomb sales will go through the floor!

BALOO: And this over here controls the windshield wipers.

And that's the roof and that's the floor! Done! Now let me fly!

Uh... Okay, chief.

Dunder! Help!

Okay. I can fly like this.

Yeah, I'm sure you can, but you might find this easier.

Uh, just a little hint.

You might wanna grab the steering wheel.

I knew that.

This plane flies rough! Dunder, I order you to fix it!

DUNDER: But we're in the air, sir.

BALOO: Okay, lesson's over!

You passed with flying colors, Spiggy!

I'll take the wheel now.

SPIGOT: No! I'm not giving up until I fly smooth.

Smooth, huh?

Look, Mount Moreslush!

BALOO: Hey, feel the ride.

Smoother than a baby's bottom.

Yes, smooth. Now, Spigot, flying ace,

will hob-nob at Ivan's with the best of them!

Ivan's? What's Ivan's?

It's a place where all good pilots go

on their lunch break.

BALOO: Uh, sorry, Spiggy.

It's almost 2:30, and I've got to be somewhere at 3:00!

I'm the flying ace, and I say we're stopping.

I'm your instructor, and I say we're not.

This is Spigot, flying ace! Shut down all air vectors immediately.

Roger Wilson ten five, up and over!

We're stopping.

Well, we can just zip right in, grab food to go, and zip right out, right?

What? And miss the 3:00 floor show?

3100'?

Oh, why do I get the feeling

this flying lesson plan's about to blow up in my face?

(TICKING)

I wouldn't leave this in the plane. Bad neighborhood.

Thanks, Dunder, but I think we're ready to leave.

- The situation was explosive. - (SNORING)

There we were, the plane going like so.

Until I, Spigot, flying ace, took control

and made the plane fly smoother than a...

Oh, yeah, he's great, all right.

Time to hit the road, ace.

What? And miss the dancing girls?

I order you to relax!

Come on! The Colonel wants to see dancing girls.

Phew! Good thing he stopped for lunch!

BALOO: Welcome, ladies and germs, to our 3:00 show.

Whoo-hoo! Baby! (LAUGHING)

Yeah! Bring on the girls! Whoo-hoo!

BALOO: Hello, flyboys, hello.

We hope you like our show.

We're having lots of fun.

But we really got to run.

So something rhyming with oh

(CHEERING) Yeah! Hubba, hubba. Yeah!

SPIGOT: Encore!

WALLY: Where's the package? SPIGOT: Get lost!

- (WALLY GROANS) - I saw her first!

I am Colonel Spigot.

Master of the air.

Perhaps you have heard of me?

Hmm?

Ooh, take me for a ride in your plane, you he-munchkin!

Let's go!

WALLY: I'll take that.

That thief!

(WALLY GROANS)

A token of my affection, my little Eskimo pie.

Oh, I just love presents!

Stop him! He's got a bom...

How about I take you ladies for a little spinski?

Oh, golly, I've never flown in a real airplane before!

Uh, you forgot to release the pre-ignition catalyzer.

Are you sure you've never been on a plane?

The Colonel will kill us when he finds out who we are!

He'll kill us a lot sooner if he tries to fly.

Uh, I just remembered we have a 3:15 show to do.

Oh, uh, before you go, I have something back here for you.

Prepare for the ride of your life, my little snow cones.

Find your own women, loser!

We better get to the cockpit before he turns my plane into a meat grinder.

(GROANS) Oh, I can't believe I'm doing all this just to be famous.

WALLY: Come in, big, yellow plane. Do you read me?

Listen! You don't know what you're doing.

Nobody tells me I can't fly!

- (CRACKLING) - (BANG)

The Air Force!

Remember when Spiggy closed those vectors?

Something tells me he forgot to reopen them.

(FIRING)

Next lesson, how to get blown out of the sky in five easy steps.

What are we going to do, Babe'?

Depends. If you start sliding off the plane, try not to.

- If we get shot at... - (FIRING)

You got the idea.

You idiots! You're shooting your leader!

Incoming!

This is your fearless leader, Spigot, speaking!

I order you to cease fire!

Uh-oh. Nice knowing you, Dunder.

- Baloney. - No, really. I mean that.

DUNDER: I mean it, too.

Lunch meats? But why?

Who needs bombs? We're not at war.

Cheese and salami! I thought I told them to cease fire!

Whoa! (GROANS)

Pull the stick! We're going down!

I can't see where I'm going! Get out of my way!

Hmm. I can outrun them if| keep flying straight.

Or I can lose them with a stunningly executed left turn!

SPIGOT: No, that's left.

A great maneuver by a great pilot.

I think I'll call it hanging a spigot.

Give me that!

Yoo-hoo, my little ice floes.

Did you see me hang a spigot?

What happened to the babes?

(GROANING) Help!

(BARKING)

I've got to stop that bomb.

(BARKING)

But this is the High Marshall's summer home!

Well, son-of-a-gun! So it is!

(STUTTERING) We must turn back. If the High Marshall sees me, I'll be shot!

GUARD: Who goes there?

Baloo. I'm here to deliver a housewarming present

to the High Marshall in honor of his, er, lovely new summer home.

I'm under strict orders from the High Marshall to turn away

anyone resembling magazine salesmen.

- But... - Ah! Colonel Spigot!

Shh. Shh.

Alert the High Marshall. Colonel Spigot is here to see him!

- I'm gone. - Maybe the High Marshall

will forgive you if you give him something nice for his new home.

Yes, something nice for his new home.

(LAUGHS) What a dupe!

Spigot not only gets me to the High Marshall's place,

but delivers the package for me! (GUFFAWS)

- |'m famous! - WALLY: Mush! Mush!

Whoa!

(CRASHING)

There is a bomb in the High Marshall's housewarming present.

A bomb! Run!

What makes you think there's a bomb?

Because I'm the guy who put it there.

Looks like Spigot's not the only dupe.

My face is gonna be in every post office in town.

On "wanted" posters.

The bomb's set to go off at exactly 3:00.

What time is it?

It's one minute to 3:00. No, 59 seconds.

SPIGOT: Yoo-hoo! Mr. High Marshall, sir.

I have a surprise for you.

Anybody home?

HIGH MARSHALL: Spigot! I told you not to disturb me.

Now I have to go to the trouble of having you shot.

Is that for me?

- What is it? - Why, it's a... Bomb!

(TICKING)

(BARKS)

Why are you trying to blow me up at my new summer home, Spigot?

Uh... Uh...

He's not! Spigot commandeered my plane

and flew like fury to save you from this guy's bomb!

It's a lie! The bomb belongs to this swine from Cape Suzette.

Well, which one of you is telling the truth?

I am telling the truth as sure as I'm standing here on this spot.

(TICKING)

Guess he was lying.

I want to thank you both

for saving my life and for promoting peace between our countries.

I did all the hard work. He was just my co-pilot.

Ah, lazy Cape Suzette swine, eh?

Come, Spigot. Take me to my barber's appointment.

HIGH MARSHALL: Have you grown?

Some gratitude.

Hey, Colonel, make sure you show the High Marshall how to hang a spigot.

(LAUGHING)

HIGH MARSHALL: Spigot, this is the roughest flight I've ever been on.

I may still have you shot, even if you did save my life!

SPIGOT: Wait, sir, please! I'll do my special maneuver.

Hanging a spigot.

HIGH MARSHALL: (SCREAMING) Spigot!

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.

Ooh-ooh-ooh-oh-ooh (LAUGHING)

Tale Spin!