[Wylie Burp, Fievel and Tiger are standing on a tall mesa]
Wylie Burp: Now, let me see you walk. [Tiger takes three steps across the mesa and three steps back to Wylie, where squeaking is heard at each step] You-You're wigglin' like a French poodle. Now get down on all fours and get a snoot full of Mother Earth.
Tiger: Oh, that goes against my brain. [Wylie kicks Tiger onto the ground]
Wylie Burp: Now roll, you varmint. Roll. [Tiger starts to roll around the mesa] Give yourself a dirt bath. Now you're getting it.
Fievel: Come on, Tiger! We're rooting for you!
Wylie Burp: Get up. [Tiger does so] Suck in your ponch, boy! [Tiger puffs up his chest] Okay. Now, sander on out there, one leg in front of the other, slow and easy.
[Tiger starts to walk; every time he steps, flatulence can be heard; Tiger then falls off the mesa and then flies around like a deflating balloon until he falls to the ground]
Tiger: I hurt myself.
Wylie Burp: Now, let me see you walk. [Tiger takes three steps across the mesa and three steps back to Wylie, where squeaking is heard at each step] You-You're wigglin' like a French poodle. Now get down on all fours and get a snoot full of Mother Earth.
Tiger: Oh, that goes against my brain. [Wylie kicks Tiger onto the ground]
Wylie Burp: Now roll, you varmint. Roll. [Tiger starts to roll around the mesa] Give yourself a dirt bath. Now you're getting it.
Fievel: Come on, Tiger! We're rooting for you!
Wylie Burp: Get up. [Tiger does so] Suck in your ponch, boy! [Tiger puffs up his chest] Okay. Now, sander on out there, one leg in front of the other, slow and easy.
[Tiger starts to walk; every time he steps, flatulence can be heard; Tiger then falls off the mesa and then flies around like a deflating balloon until he falls to the ground]
Tiger: I hurt myself.
[Wylie Burp, Fievel and Tiger are standing on a tall mesa]
Wylie Burp : Now, let me see you walk. [Tiger takes three steps across the mesa and three steps back to Wylie, where squeaking is heard at each step] You-You're wigglin' like a French poodle. Now get down on all fours and get a snoot full of Mother Earth.
Tiger : Oh, that goes against my brain. [Wylie kicks Tiger onto the ground]
Wylie Burp : Now roll, you varmint. Roll. [Tiger starts to roll around the mesa] Give yourself a dirt bath. Now you're getting it.
Fievel : Come on, Tiger! We're rooting for you!
Wylie Burp : Get up. [Tiger does so] Suck in your ponch, boy! [Tiger puffs up his chest] Okay. Now, sander on out there, one leg in front of the other, slow and easy.
[Tiger starts to walk; every time he steps, flatulence can be heard; Tiger then falls off the mesa and then flies around like a deflating balloon until he falls to the ground]
Tiger : I hurt myself.
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