John
All right. First off, let me say that I'm here only as a mediator. And these negotiations will be between Mr. Potter... and the representatives of the United Animals of the Forest, local 534.
Possum
Yeah. Let's come to order.
Joe Potter
This is my new proposal.
John
All right.
Joey
What's the stipulations, Doc? What kind of territory are we looking at?
John
It's only, uh, 12 acres here. It's 12 acres.
Joey
I got your 12 acres right here, pal.
Joe Potter
Hey, they like it.
Joey
I'll give you something you like. Like this. [urinating]
John
I think that's a "no." Or "hell no," maybe.
Lucky
Meanwhile, the strike kept growing. Even the pros were getting in on the act.
The last few runners left to load now for one of the biggest spectacles of the year: It's Derby time. Last horse is in. Gate's closed. And away they go!
Hell, no! We won't go! Hell, no! We won't go! Hell, no! We won't go!
Run your own stupid race!
You try running a mile. Don't even think about reaching for that whip, shorty.
Ladies and gentlemen, Shamu!
This is Shamu!
Nah. I don't feel like jumping through any hoops today. Any of you guys?
Uh-uh.
No, no. Not today. I just ate. Uh-uh.
John
Mr. Potter, I hope we have a deal now.
Possum
All right!
Joey
Yeah! Good job. Taught him everything he knows.
Drunk Monkey
Vive le bear! Vive le Archie! Vive le docteur! [hiccups]
Archie
Come on, give me a bear hug. Come on!
John
Oh, no. Absolutely not, Archie.
Archie
You're not leaving here until you get a bear hug.
John
All right, give me a hug then. just a little one.
Archie
Come on.
John
Okay. All right. That's good. Archie-- [gagging] Archie! Archie, you're crushing my spine. [gasping] Archie!
