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♪ The Wind in the Willows

♪ Sang softly to me

♪ Follow my voice

♪ Wherever it leads

♪ From mountains, through valleys

♪ To deep rolling seas

♪ Born on the wings of the breeze ♪

In the meadows around Toad Hall,

the leaves of the horse chestnuts hung like a thousand pairs of kid gloves,

bright yellow in the autumn sun.

Great stalks of cow parsley bore fiat trays of seeds

on stiffly outstretched fingers,

quite still in the moist, unmoving morning air.

Even the river seemed to be running thicker, more slowly,

and Ratty's boat moored to Toad's jetty barely stirred in the languid waters.

And near to Toad's home,

two other shapes were Keeping still and keeping watch,

for the Chief Weasel and his henchman had left home early too.

Ohh! Chief!

I can smell eggs and bacon!

Very nice. Very nice!

You keep your mind on crime!

There's richer pickings than eggs and bacon!

- Oh, but, Chief... - Shush!

- Here! Who's this? - Who, Chief?

Oh, just the paper boy.

Here! Here, look what he's delivering!

- What, Chief? - The "Pink 'Un", the "Sporting Times".

Oh!

Well, well, fancy our Mr Toad being a betting man!

Ha ha! And how kind to let us have first go of it

Yes. That's very nice, very nice.

You pea brain!

- Eh? - He's not gonna let us have it!

- But you said... - Oh, shut up, shut up!

- Come on. - Yes, Chief. Sorry, Chief.

- Now, then... - Ah! Ooh!

Shush!

Oh, Mr Weasel!

Oh, ain't he polite?

Very nice. Very nice.

Please, sir, I haven't got any money.

Money? Money?

You don't believe them tales about us thievin' money, do you?

No, Mr Toad has kindly offered to lend us his "Sporting Times".

So...

Please, sir, I haven't got a "Sporting Times".

Oh, naughty rabbit, telling fibs!

No. No, I haven't, sir.

Not got the "Pink 'Un"?

- Ah! Ooh! - Then what's this? Eh?

Oh, please, sir. Please, it isn't. It's the "Financial...

the...the "Finan...cial Times".

Eh? What's the boy talking about?

The "Fin...an...cial Times".

"Gilt-edged up again.

"Steel profits swell."

Here! This is all about money!

Please, Mr Weasel. All Mr Toad's papers are about money.

- Like what? - Oh, er...

- Here! - Oh!

Let's see.

"The In...vest...ment Gaz...ette.”

"The Stock...brokers' Journal."

"City News."

Now, now, no snivelling. Just buzz off!

I'll see Mr Toad gets his papers.

Yes. Yes, sir. Thank you, thank you, sir.

- Shoo!

So... our Mr Toad's a City man, eh?

Playing about with stocks and shares, eh?

Here, I think we'll have a little sniff around.

- Ah... - Are you sure you won't come?

- We could picnic on the bank... - My dear chap!

We millionaires don't have time to play.

"Millionaires", Toad?

Perhaps not yet, but when I sell my shares...

This stocks and shares stuff is quite beyond me, I'm afraid.

Nonsense, Mole. It's simple.

All you do is buy shares in some little company and buy them cheap.

And then the company does fearfully well,

everyone wants its shares and you sell "em for thousands more!

- Well, yes, but... - You should come with me. And Ratty.

We'll all be rich as rich!

That's all very well, but how do you know which companies will do fearfully well?

Ah, now, that's where intelligence comes in.

I have an eye for these things, Ratty.

Indeed. Have you tried to get Badger interested?

Ah! Er... Erm, no.

No. Well...

I'd rather you didn't mention it to him.

You know what a stick-in-the-mud he is!

- Hmm. - So you're not coming with us, Toad?

No, no. No, no. No, I have to study market trends, you know.

I wonder what's happened to my "Financial Times"?

We'll all be rich as rich, eh?

Well, I wouldn't be surprised if we ain't.

Eh... pardon, Chief?

I think Mr Toad is about to receive an offer

that he can't refuse.

Come in, gentlemen.

...extraordinary sensitivity to the skills of the sculptor.

Yes, Toad Hall is quite as good as the Tate Gallery. Oh, quite as good.

Well, well, come along.

Now, what can I do for you?

Well, we are from "Bullsfoot, Bullsfoot and Carbuncle”.

Stockbreakers...brokers.

- Yes?

We have dropped in at the suggestion of Lord Prendergast of Camden.

- Prendergast? - Of Camden.

Yes, oh, yes, he is a City gent in the erm... City.

Hmm. And, er, he mentioned... me?

Oh, yes.

Your moniker... name is on everyone's lips there.

I say!

And why did he suggest that you call upon me?

Ah! It's the shares.

- Shares?

A new and exciting investment opportunity in a fast growing company.

Really?

- Lord Prenderville... - ..gast!

Eh, Lord Prendergast was going to buy 5,000 shares himself,

but owing to the rent being due on Camden Castle,

he is unable to find the ready.

- The ready? - Money, Mr Toad. The money.

Oh, dear.

So he naturally thought as how you might like to take advantage

of the opportunity aforementioned.

By Jove, yes!

What's the, erm, company?

The Arctic Pineapple Corporation.

Arctic pineapples?

Hmm. But...

A brilliant idea on account of how the pineapples will grow ready-frozen

without the need for the modern aid of refrigeration.

I say! Jolly clever!

Yes, and there will be ready sales to the igloos.

Eskimos!

Eskimos. 5,000 shares and you could be rich as rich!

5,000 shares?

Oh, well, I don't actually have that sort of ready money myself.

Oh, well, naturally, no, but we could take some token,

some objet d'art,

some little Rolls-Royce, you know, in place of cash?

My Rolls-Royce? Oh, I don't think...

No, no. Oh, well, never mind.

Come, Edmund.

- Come, Edmund! - Oh!

Sorry, Chief... old boy.

Oh, well, we shall call on Viscount Port Shrigley.

I know he's very keen to...

No! No, no. I'll take them.

Oh, first-class!

Very wise. Very wise.

Oh, yes. Where do I sign?

Toad, you foolish creature!

What do you know of stocks and shares?

What do I...? What do I...?

Gilt-edged are down, shorts are getting longer.

Interest rates are jolly... interesting.

And the gold standard and all that.

- As I thought... nothing! - Oh.

- Badger's right. - Do listen to him.

- As my old father used to say... - Oh, him}

...a fool and his money are soon parted.

Badger, I shall be rich, I shall have millions!

Where's the best china?

Well, I invested that.

- In what, Toad? - In the Rubber Brick Company.

- Rubber bricks? - Yes.

For building where they have earthquakes.

And the old masters?

Well, they bought me into the Transatlantic Tunnel Project.

Ohhh!

Oh, Toad, Badger and I understand tunnels. Honestly!

Can't fail!

Absolutely can't fail!

Like the Perpetual Motion Knitting Machine Company?

Exactly! I'm glad that you...

Oh. Oh, I see.

Toad, I promised your father...

Yes, yes, very kind, I'm sure.

But if you don't mind, I have to study the market.

- But, Toad... - So sorry you couldn't stay longer.

I see. Mole, Ratty, you're wasting your breath.

Well, then, good day to you, Toad. Come along, Rat, Moley.

- Well, look, I... - Good day to you!

Now, what do they want?

Blooming interfering, that's what!

Well, one more little sale before the grand finale then.

- Ha ha ha ha! - Ha ha ha ha!

Yes, erm...

Are you sure there's a future in square-wheeled bicycles?

I wondered that, but as my colleague Mr Bentwhistle...

Entwhistle! You...!

Entwhistle.

As he said, almost all accidents that befall the riders of velocipedes

are caused by speed and the natural inability...

Instability!

Instability of round objects.

-Eh?

You don't have round-bottomed teacups, now, do you, Mr Toad?

Hmm? By Jove, no!

No. Flat, Mr Toad. Flat.

By Jove, yes!

And speeding would be impossible.

I say, you're right!

3,500 shares then!

Oh. Oh, that'll be a bit difficult.

Oh. Erm...

Well, what about the, er... the furniture?

But...

You'll be wanting new stuff anyway when the dividend's due.

Oh! Oh, very nice, very nice.

- And it's due...? - End of the month, Mr Toad.

End of the month.

Yes, sign, er... here.

Hmm? Oh, yes, yes!

Yes. Goodbye... Mr Toad.

A millionaire, a millionaire, I will be a millionaire!

Hello! Hello, Badger! Badger, anyone, hello!

Toad!

- Oh, dear, Badger. He sounds quite... - Desperate. I'll let him in.

Hello! Badger!

- I wonder, I wonder. - Wonder what, Badger?

Are his chickens coming home to roost?

- Hmm? - Ah, Toad!

Oh, Badger! Oh, Mole! Oh, Rat!

- What is it, Toad? - It's the end, ruined!

Ruined!

- Toad, what's happened? - It's my companies, my shares.

What about them, Toad?

All gone. Erm, erm...

- Bankrupt! - Oh, Toad!

Mm-hm!

I feared this might befall.

The stockbrokers came round today and I thought I'd be a millionaire,

but all my companies have failed.

- Not the Rubber Brick Company? - Yes, collapsed.

- The Transatlantic Tunnel Project? - Fallen through.

And the Arctic Pineapple Corporation.

- The Arctic Pineapple Corporation?! - Yes. Foolish Toad!

- If only I had listened to you all! - These brokers, Toad...

Yes. Edmund and Mr Entwhistle.

- Where are they from? - They're from the City.

They're from Bullsfoot Bullsfoot and Carbuncle.

Eh, not a firm I know.

What do they look like, Toad?

Well, sort of tall and thin and rather long in the nose,

but fearfully well-dressed.

Handsome is as handsome does, Toad.

And will you be seeing them again?

They're coming round tomorrow.

- For the deeds. - The deeds, Toad? Of Toad Hall?

To pay the creditors.

Ah! Mr Toad!

Got the deeds, I hope?

Em... Yes.

Ah, yeah. Well, better hand them over then, Mr Toad.

- No! - No?

- No! - Oh, heck!

Here, that wasn't...?

It was!

Oh, well, sorry to have troubled you.

Got to get back to the City.

Ah!

Come in. Come in!

Oh, thank you, Toad.

Don't mention it, Moley old friend.

Stick at it, you two. There's lots to do!

Wonderful how they're putting up the market value of the old place.

It's surprising what a hint of jail can do for a weasel's character!

Would they have gone to jail, Badger?

Oh, not for more than 20 years or so.

What, with unlicensed brokerage, forgery,

obtaining a Rolls-Royce by false pretences, etcetera, etcetera.

And I hope you've learnt your lesson too, Toad.

Oh, I have, I have. No more stocks and shares for me. No more "City News".

Toad, that's very sensible.

I've cancelled the "Financial Times". I get the "Pink 'Un" now.

- The "Pink 'Un"? - Hmm, the "Sporting Times".

Now, there's a very good yearling, a horse, you know,

in the 3.30 at Newmarket.

Oh, Toad!

♪ Spin me a dream

♪ Woven silver and gold

♪ From sunshine and shadows

♪ And days long ago

♪ Where people are memories

♪ And stories unfold

♪ Willows

♪ The tales you have told me

♪ Wind in the Willows

♪ You just seem to know

♪ Who you can tum to

♪ And which way to go

♪ To unwind your wondrous mind

♪ Wind in the Willows

♪ Take me there ♪