Jeepers! I'm all furry!
If I killed my nephew, would that be murder or charity?
Hunch
Uncle Dukey!
Yeah? Oh, howdy, boss. How are you? Uh-huh. Huh? You say a cat, a dog, a bird and a mouse? What is this? Some kind of joke, huh?
Oh, well, I don't think it's funny, Pinky. They want to bring Chanticleer back to the farm. You don't want that, he makes you lots of money; I don't want that, he makes me miserable
Right, boss, and what should I do about it?
Your chicken thinks they don't want him on the farm. Well, that's good. All you have to do is make sure he keeps thinking that. It is not good that the kitty and his friends should talk to your chicken. Capisce?
Yeah, thanks a million. This has been most enlightening.
Chanticleer?
No... it's not Chanticleer.
Who-who are you?
You put your finger in the Duke's face, remember? These are expensive, you little brat! [throws his broken monocle on the floor] But that is not why the Duke is going to eat you.
Eat me?
Oh dear, now I've gone and spoiled the surprise. Always doing that. But you see, we creatures of the night have worked very hard to make absolutely sure that that bird does not return. And you... you, with no regard for the feelings of others, have the nerve to call him back here by name! And besides, I positively loathe rock 'n' roll. [laughs]
You're not gonna eat me!
And that's when the Duke hit the ceiling. [the Duke literally hits the ceiling] If Edmond wanted to bring Chanticleer back to raise the sun, the Duke was going to have something to say about it.
Kittens are more digestible.
Young Edmond was about to have the most amazing adventure he'd ever dreamed of.
Girls, they think they know everything! Why don't you run home, be a "mousewife", make cheese?
Snipes, you think you're so superior.
"Thuperior"; nice lisp!
My lisp isolates and elevates me, and makes me a rare specimen.
Hunch
I got 'em! I really got 'em! No more kitty, Sir! Mission... [snickers] accomplished!
And the dog?
Hunch
Gone, wiped out, sir!
Hunch
Total and complete annihilation!
Annihilation! Yes... h-h-h-how did you do it?
Hunch
Adequately.
Uh, "ade-ade-ade..."? Wh-what's that supposed to mean?
Hunch
Well, Uncle, we sucked them into an adequate pipe.
A what?
Hunch
That's what it said. "Danger: Adequate Pipe."
Oh ho ho, Hunch... come to Uncle. [Hunch approaches; the Duke turns him into a green chicken-type thing] YOU IMBECILE! That's not an "Adequate Pipe" - it's an AQUEDUCT PIPE! It leads straight into the city! [turns Hunch back to normal] The Duke gives you one last chance, Hunch! Them, or you! [throws a meat cleaver down right next to him] Now get to the city!
Hunch
Oh, not the city, sir! Oh, no! It's too bright! I'll go blind!
Oh, say it isn't so. [hands him a pair of sunglasses]
Once upon a time, back before I knew how to tie my shoes, the sun came up. Now, I know an everyday sunrise may not seem like such a big deal to some folks. But, imagine for a moment: if instead of rising up- like this- one morning where you lived, she took a look around and decided to go back to sleep. It happened once to us. Let me tell you all about it.
Chanticleer, you've gotta crow, and you gotta crow now!
Ahem. Excuse me, ma'am?
Aah! Oh, who are you?
Ma'am, I... I... [starts sneezing]
Oh, my goodness! Oh, you poor thing. [hands him a tissue] There. Now, what are you doing in my dressing room?
Please, ma'am! You're the only one who can help us! We have to talk to Chanticleer... I mean the King. [Goldie gasps] If he doesn't come home and crow...
Wait a minute, wait a minute! You're the "bad little kitty" Pinky told me about!
Bad? Me? I'm not bad.
You go away or I'll scream!
What happened?
Ehh, she's a woman!
Don't hurt him, boys. He's got a movie to make.
I ain't makin' nothin' with you!
Oh, but King, I got a lot of money tied up in this picture. I don't wanna lose my money, and you don't wanna lose your friends.
That's blackmail!
That's showbiz! MAKE-UP!
Now, I got to admit as bad guys go, the Duke's nephew Hunch was more a hoot than he was horrible. But still, he was a nuisance and as we were tied up at the moment, we weren't all that happy to see him.
Hunch! It's me, Uncle Dukey!
Hunch
Uncle Dukey? [laughs as he holds a fly swatter behind his back] Come here, (Uncle Dukey)!
Hunch, no!
Hunch
Animation, it's music to my ears. Hold still, you little twerp! Aggravation, abomination, alienation.
He's claustrophobic. Teeny weeny tiny places make him very very nervous. Huh?!
Uh-oh. Uh-oh.
