Original subtitles

(SIN GIN G) Who's got the sweetest disposition?

One guess, guess who?

Who never, never starts an argument?

WO MAN: Hmm?

Who never shows a bit of temperament?

Who's never wrong but always right?

DONALD: Yeah?

Who'd never dream of starting a fight?

DONALD: That so?

Who gets stuck with all the bad luck? No one...

(DONALD Q UACKIN G AN GRILY)

... but Donald Duck!

DONALD: Yeah!

ANNO UNCER: This is the home of Donald Duck,

where everyone does their chores willingly.

Even Donald's three little nephews.

Uh-oh. They were here just a moment ago.

Now I wonder where those little scamps could...

(DRUMS BEATING)

A- ha! They're playing again.

(DRUMS BEATING)

(CHANTING)

(WHOOPING)

(BOTH SCREAM)

(WHOOPING)

(QUACKS IN ANGER)

Playing again, huh?

(CHANTING)

So.

A-ha!

I'll fix them.

(LAUGHS)

(DONALD SPUTTERING)

NARRA TOR: A little later...

(ENGINE TOOTING)

HUE Y: Fifteen men on a dead man's chest.

(QUACKING)

Why, those dirty little...

I'll teach them.

- Stop! - Huh?

Permit me to introduce myself.

I am the Voice of child psychology.

Ahem.

Now I'm here to show you the modern method of getting their co-operation.

How?

First you'Ve got to join in their games, become a pal, be one of them.

(WHISPERING)

- Get it? - Okay.

- I'll try anything once. - Go to it, boy.

(SINGING) Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum

(QUACKING)

AVast there, you swabs.

(SQUAWKING)

En garde, you bilge rats!

ALL: Ouch!

Forward, march.

No, Donald. You walk the plank.

Okay.

My sword, captain.

Ouch!

(SPLASH)

No, no, stupid. You're getting the idea, but you're playing too rough.

NARRA TOR: But the worst was yet to come.

ANNO UNCER: For a real circus is coming to town.

With lions, tigers and complete with

real man-eating Pigmy cannibals.

(LOUD CRASH)

(DRUM BEATING)

(CHATTERING)

(EX CLAIMS)

Yum, yum, yum.

Hey, they're back.

This time they're playing cannibals. It's a perfect set-up.

Now you can get that old firewood cut.

All right now, fella, look dignified. That's it.

Act like you don't see them. And remember, go along with the gag.

(ALL EX CLAIM)

Oh, cannibals.

Are you going to eat me?

(CHATTERING) Yup.

Wait, I'll be right back.

(LAUGHING)

HaVe a bite.

Too raw, cook him.

Hey, that's your cue.

To cook you, they'll first haVe to cut firewood. Get it?

(LAUGHS) Yeah.

How about some wood, boys?

(CHATTERING)

(EX CLAIMS) Now we're getting some action.

NARRA TOR: But on the other side of the yard...

(WAR CRIES)

Hey!

(LAUGHS)

(WAR CRIES)

Now it's Indians.

A-ha! Cut it out, boys.

Burn him at stake.

Go get 'em wood.

We're in, buddy. Now you haVe enough firewood to last all winter.

(CHATTERING)

Cannibals! Here we go again.

- He's gone. - There he is.

(EX CLAIMS)

(CANNIBALS GRUNTING)

Attaboy! HeaVe ho, heaVe ho!

Three Indians, three cannibals. That makes...

Say, you got six nephews?

Nope. Only three.

(SCREAMS) They're real cannibals.

Cannibals?

Cannibals?

Light 'em fire.

(CHATTERING)

Yum, yum.

(SQUAWKS)

You little brat. I'll murder you.

(CANNIBALS SCREAMING IN PAIN)

(ALL CHATTERING)

(QUACKS IN ANGER)

That's better.

Notice how my modern psychology works.

What?

Oh, well, your psychology, my psychology...

- What's the difference? - I'll show you the difference.

Hey, watch out, look out.

(EX CLAIMING IN PAIN)