The Rescuers Down Under

Radio Announcer: Thundershowers are expected in the Crocodile Falls area and some of the surrounding gullies so take out your... [Outside Cody's house. The Cody leaves the house, and closes the door in slowly behind him, but not quietly.] Cody's Mom/Holly: [from inside upon hearing the door] Cody! Cody: [whincing] Yeah, Mom? Cody's Mom/Holly: What about your breakfast? Cody: I've got some sandwiches in my pack. Cody's Mom/Holly: Well, be home for supper. Cody: [hopping the gate] No worries, Mom. Cody: [to the birds] I know, I'm coming. [Cody jumps over a hollow log] Hustle up Nelson, Faloo's sounding the call! [Cody slides through a log, picks up a stick, and beats on the roof of the wombats home.] C'mon little wombats, hurry! Faloo: You don't know her, Cody, her name is Marahute, the great golden eagle. Cody: Where is she? Faloo: She's caught, high on a cliff in a poacher's trap. You're the only one who can reach her. Cody: I'll get her loose. Faloo: Right-oh, hop on, no time to lose.

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McLeach: Well, Joanna, what did we get today? A dingo, a fat old razorback, or a nice big... boy? [McLeach frowns, turns to look at Joanna and suddenly viciously kicks her] JOANNA, YOU BEEN DIGGING HOLES OUT HERE AGAIN?! Darn lizard's always trying to bury squirrels out here. Cody: Uh-uh. It's a trap, and poaching's against the law. McLeach: Trap? Where'd you get an idea like that, boy? I think you've been down in that hole too long. [points gun barrel directly at Cody's chest] Well, come on, grab a hold. [Cody gulps and grabs the gun, and McLeach pulls him out of the hole] We'll just get you outta this old lizard-hole, then you can just run on home. Cody: This is a poacher's trap, and you're a poacher! [Joanna sees this and attacks. McLeach screams while he falls into his own pit, his gun going off in the process] Let go! Hey, get off me! McLeach: [climbing out] I'm gonna kill her... I'M GONNA KILL THAT DUMB SLIMY EGG-SUCKING SALAMANDER! Cody: Cut it out, get off of me! McLeach: Hmmmm

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Miss Bianca: [whilst Wilbur drinks from a can of cream soda] We must leave tonight. Wilbur: [spit takes] Tonight?! [coughs; laughs] Come on. You're kiddin' me, right? [laughs; opens his window] Have ya looked outside? It's suicide out there! [laughs; closes window] Oh, no. Ohhhhhhh, no! I'm afraid your jolly little holiday will have to wait. [laughs] What a bunch of jokers! Miss Bianca: But you don't understand. A boy needs our help. He's in trouble! Wilbur: Boy? You mean, "little kid" kinda boy? Miss Bianca: He was kidnapped! Wilbur: Kidnapped? Oh! That-that's awful! Lockin' up a little kid... Kids should be free! Free to run wild through the house on Saturday mornings, free to have cookies and milk, and get those little white moustaches, you know, the- Nobody's gonna take a kid's freedom while I'm around! Nobody ain't! Hear me?! Bianca: Does that mean you'll take us? Wilbur: Storm or no storm, Albatross Airlines, [salutes] at your service!

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Bianca: Captain, is this a non-stop flight to Australia? Wilbur: Well, uh, not exactly no. Uh... I can definitely say no. We're gonna have to make connections with a bigger bird. Non-stop? What do I look like, Charles Lindbergh?

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Cody: [Locked in McLeach's truck, throwing traps around] Let me out of here! Let me go! You can't do this! Help! HELP! HELP! McLeach: [over the speaker] Breaker, breaker, little mate! I forgot to tell 'ya, round here, you need to be QUIET! Or the Rangers might hear. Now sit down and relax and enjoy the view. Nothing but abandoned opal mines, far as the eye can see! And dead ahead, is home sweet home.

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Wilbur: [over radio] Mugwump tower! Mugwump tower, this is Albatross 1-3, requesting permission to land, over! Jake: Albatross? Let's see. [examines size chart of different birds] Finch, wren, scrub-bird, lorikeet, freckled duck, galah, kookaburra, parrot, cockatoo, albatro– Alb-albatross?! It's a jumbo! [to Wilbur] Negative, 1-3! You'll have to turn back! Our runway isn't long enough for a bird your size! Wilbur: Not long enough?! Look, pal! I can land this thing on a dime! Bernard: Uh, Wilbur, if the runway isn't long enough- Wilbur: Listen! You can't let these radar jockeys push you around! Just leave it to me, all right? Jake: I say again, mate, our runway is too short! Wilbur: And I say again, "mate", I'm comin' in! Jake: Crazy Yank!

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