The Irelanders' Super Adventures of The Aristocats/Transcript: Difference between revisions

Georges:  Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay~

Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay~

(humming) Oh.

[He uses his cane to tap his back to stand upright]

Dee do do do~

Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay~

Ta-ra-ra-boom-de….~

(stumbles) Whoops! (uses his cane to support and push himself back up again while laughing) Oh, oh, oh. Not as spry as I was when I was 80, eh.

Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay~

Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay~

[Inside, Edgar runs to the door putting on his butler’s coat and opens it]

Georges: (hums)

Edgar: Ah, good day, sir. (taking Georges’ scarf off) Madame is expecting you, sir.

Georges Hautecourt: Evening. Evening, Edgar. Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay~

[Georges uses his cane to take his top hat off and throw it onto Edgar’s head, covering his eyes]

Edgar Balthazar: (taking off the top hat) Oh, another ringer, sir. You never miss.

George Hautecourt: (chuckles) Come on, Edgar! Last one up the stairs is a nincompoop!

Edgar Balthazar: Could we take the elevator this time, sir?

George Hautecourt: Oh, that birdcage? Poppycock. Elevators are for old people. Whoops! (stumbles back down the stairs)

[Edgar catches him]

Edgar Balthazar: Oh, uh… May I give you a hand, sir?

Georges: You haven’t got an extra foot, have you, Edgar? (laughs)

Edgar: That always makes me laugh, sir. Yes. (forced chuckle) Every time. Whoo!

[Georges suddenly causes them both to stumble on the stairs]

Madame Adelaide Bonfamille: (laughs) Oh, Georges!

[They look at each other with Duchess in the middle then proceed to do a tango with Toulouse and Marie following them. Berlioz jumps over the needle of the record player as it spins but trips and gets stuck under it]

Berlioz: Yow!

Madame Bonfamille: Oh, ho! (laughs) Thank goodness.

[Berlioz smiles bashfully]

Jenny Foxworth: (giggles) Clumsy Berlioz. You need to be more careful.

Paxton: Yeah. That was quite funny. (laughs)

Lloyd: Yeah, he needs to work on his footwork.

Bunga: Or pawwork in his case since he has paws.

Zoe Drake: (giggles) We know that, Bunga.

Madame Bonfamille: Just in time. (sits down) Oh, Georges. We’re just a pair of sentimental old fools.

Georgette: You’re telling me. Anyone would think that they’re making fools of themselves at their age.

Mako: You said it, Georgette.

Bolin: Though it was good to see them having a laugh.

Connor Lacey: I like Georges already. He’s so funny. (laughs)

Linda Ryan/The Shredderette: Excellent. That will do well for our favour.

Sykes: And while you do that, you might wanna put some trousers on first.

[Edgar looks down at his torn trousers and sees that Sykes is right. The scene changes to where the kittens run to the kitty door]

Berlioz: Wait for me! Wait for me!

Marie: Me first, me first.

[They all squash into the kitty door]

Toulouse: Why should you be first?

Marie: Because I’m a lady, that’s why.

Toulouse: (chuckles) You're not a lady.

Berlioz: (tugs at Marie’s tail) You’re nothing but a sister!

Marie: Oh!

[Berlioz pulls her back to the door and jumps onto the floor first]

Marie: (blowing her bow out of her face) I’ll show you if I’m a lady or not.

[The kittens run around playing. Berlioz tickles Marie's stomach]

Toulouse, Marie and Berlioz: (giggling)

Marie: (giggling) You're tickling!

Toulouse: Get her, Berlioz! Get her!

[They continued playing. Toulouse leaps onto the table and holds one of the candlesticks. Marie tugs Berlioz's collar]

Berlioz: Fight fair, Marie!

Toulouse: Females never fight fair.

[Toulouse accidentally stumbles, knocking the candlestick he was holding onto Marie’s head. It splits in two]

Marie: Ow! Now that hurt. Mama! Connor!

[Duchess and the Irelanders come in]

Connor Lacey: Marie, what's wrong?

Applejack: What in tarnation is going on in here?

Marie: Toulouse dropped a candle on my head and it hurts.

Oliver: Are you okay?

Marie: Don’t worry, I’m alright. Just hurt.

Duchess: Marie, darling. Marie, you must stop that. This is really not lady-like. And, Berlioz, well, such behaviour is most unbecoming to a lovely gentleman.

Berlioz: Well, she started it.

Dash Parr: Hey!

Violet Parr: It’s true, Dash. Live with it.

Oliver: And besides, I get along with the other kittens really well before they get adopted by kids. I’m not interested in biting and clawing like that. It wouldn’t be right to do it. I don’t wanna hurt anyone, not even Jenny.

Duchess: Well, at least you know when to resist, get along with other kittens and know that some things are unacceptable, Monsieur Oliver. Very impressive and much like a young gentleman.

Oliver: Thank you, Miss Duchess. (did a bow to show respect)

Duchess: You’re welcome. (to her kittens) It's time we concerned ourselves with self-improvement. Now, you want to grow up to be lovely, charming ladies and gentlemen. Now, Toulouse, you go and start on with your painting.

Toulouse: Yes, mama. (hissing)

Paxton: A cat doing painting? I gotta see this.

Koki: Me too. This shall be interesting.

Pepper Clark: Come out, come out, wherever you are!

Oliver: Marie? Where are you?

Marie: (caught in a tree) Here I am, Oliver.

Oliver: Guys, Duchess, she’s over there.

[Duchess and the Irelanders follow him to Marie]

Duchess: Marie, darling, are you all right?

Marie: Uh, I guess I had a nightmare and fell out of bed.

Laura: Well, we’re glad to see that you’re alright, Marie.

Oliver: (nuzzles her) Yeah, I was worried about you.

Marie: Well, I’m glad you’re here, Oliver.

Duchess: Now, Marie, darling, don't be frightened.

Berlioz (off-screen): Mama! Mama!

Marie: That’s Berlioz.

Ono: Let me take a look.

[Ono flew up and uses his sight to see Berlioz off screen]

Ono: (gasps) Guys, Berlioz is in the shallow water!

Zazu: Thanks, Ono.

Duchess: Over here, darling. Berlioz, here we are. And don't worry, everything is going to be alright.

[Berlioz walks through the shallow water]

Berlioz (wet and miserable): I'm coming, Mama. Gee, I'm cold and I'm w-wet.

[He walks onto a stone then stops, seeing a frog in the grass ahead]

Frog: (croaks)

Roquefort: Duchess! Kittens! Irelanders!

[The screen fades to black and changes to morning. Duchess and the Irelanders are asleep out near the basket when they hear singing and wake up]

Thomas O’Malley: I like cheech-a-cheech-chee-roni~

Like they make at home~

Or a healthy fish with a big backbone~

[They follow the singing and see an orange adult cat with two white front paws on the other side, dancing and singing into view]

I'm Abraham DeLacey~

Giuseppe Casey~

Thomas O’Malley~

O'Malley the alley cat!~

I’ve got that wanderlust~

Gotta walk the scene~

Gotta kick up highway dust~

Feel the grass that's green~

Gotta strut them city streets~

Showin' off my éclat, yeah~

[He looks down and saw Duchess and the Irelanders looking at him]

Tellin' my friends of the social elite~

Or some cute cat I happen to meet~

That I'm Abraham DeLacey~

Guiseppe Casey~

Thomas O’Malley~

O’Malley the alley cat!~

Connor Lacey: Your singing is good.

Duchess: (laughs) Why, monsieur, your name seems to cover all of Europe.

Thomas O’Malley: Well of course. I'm the only cat of my kind.

[He throws a flower down to Duchess who licks her paw]

I’m king of the highway~

Prince of the boulevard~

Thomas O’Malley~

O'Malley the alley cat~

[Toulouse bumps into Marie as he dances. She elbows him to stop and he glares at her]

Thomas O’Malley: And I'm very proud of that~

Yeah!~

Duchess: (laughs and claps) Bravo! Very good. You are a great talent.

O'Malley: Oh thank you. And what might your name be?

Duchess: My name is Duchess and this is Monsieur Connor Lacey and his Irelanders.

Connor Lacey: Nice to meet you, O’Malley.

Oliver: I’m Oliver.

Dodger: Name’s Dodger.

Rita: I’m Rita.

Francis: You may call me Francis.

Einstein: I’m Einstein.

Tito: Allow me to introduce myself: I am Ignacio Alonzo Julio Frederico de Tito.

Georgette: I’m Georgette. Six time national champion.

Heidi: I’m Heidi.

Smolder: My name is Smolder.

Gallus: Call me Gallus.

Marie: How romantic.

Berlioz: Sissy stuff!

Connor Lacey: I’m glad I like O’Malley. He’s such a cool cat.

Twilight Sparkle: Yeah and has a certain street sauvaire. Wouldn’t you say, Dodger?

Dodger: He sure does like me. If you need help getting through the streets of Paris with your kittens, Duchess, we’re the dogs for the job.

Duchess: Well, I appreciate it, Monsieur Dodger. I can obviously see how you never have to worry about things.

Dodger: Absitively posolutely. You and your kittens are gonna love it. But I’m warning you cats…

One minute I’m in Central Park~

Then I'm down on Delancey Street~

Said from the Bowery to St Marks~

There's a syncopated beat~

I may not have a dime~

But I got street savoir-faire~

Rita, Oliver, Tito, Francis, Einstein and Irelanders: Why should he worry?~

Dodger: Why should I care?~

I got street savoir-faire~

Dodger, Oliver, Rita, Tito, Francis, Einstein and Irelanders: Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo (etc.)~

O’Malley: Bravo! Bravo! That was a great performance. Right off the cuff. I have never met anyone who is like me.

Dodger: Well, now that I’m here, you have.

Yona: Yona like street smart dog. He really know way around cities.

Oliver: Yeah, I know. He sure helped me out when I was out on the streets even though he didn’t share some hotdogs with me after we took them from Old Louie.

Dodger: Yeah. I did plan to share them with the gang when I got back to our houseboat.

Connor Lacey: At least you learn to let Oliver have something to eat. Your song is still cool every time we sing it.

Applejack: Yep. Really gets your rump moving.

Duchess: Well, thanks to that song, I am confident to have you and your gang help me and my kittens get through Paris back to Madame with O’Malley, Monsieur Dodger.

Dodger: It would be my pleasure.

Dr. Z: That’s right. The streets are no place for cats and we know from Oliver’s experience before we met him the next day. He looks half starved and barely avoids traffic.

Laura: (stroking Oliver) Yeah. Good thing we helped him out before Jenny adopted him.

Marie: (approaching Oliver) Oh, you poor thing. I’m so sorry to hear that.

Oliver: It’s OK, Marie. It was a long time ago. Thankfully I have friends and Jenny with me to have a home now like you and your family with Madame.

[Marie nuzzles Oliver]

Heidi: Oh, that’s so sweet.

Clara Sesseman: Yeah.

Connor Lacey: That means you too, Oliver.

Oliver: I know, Connor. (to himself) I do hope nothing goes wrong.

Toulouse: Marie's the caboose. (she gives him a look) All aboard! (The kittens walk on a rail) Choo-choo-choo-choo-choo-choo-choo-choo-choo-choo. Whoo-whoo! Choo-choo-choo-choo-choo-choo-choo-choo. Whoo-whoo! Clickety-clickety-clickety-clickety. Whoo-whoo!

[A real train whistle blows and they look in horror to see a steam train came thundering towards them]

Duchess: Oh, no!

Irelanders: Aaaah!

O'Malley: All right, now don't panic. Down underneath here.  

[The hide under the rails hugging each other and holding onto the supports as the bridge shook under the train’s rolling wheels til it went to the other side. They all peek out through the middle of the bridge]

Chris Kratt: Huh, well, that was kinda nuts.

Marie: How romantic.

Oliver: Yeah, romantic.

[Seeing Marie looking at him, he blushes, feeling bashful. O’Malley notices it and smiles at the geese]

Duchess: Please, please, let me explain. Thomas is a dear friend of ours. He's just helping us to get to…

O'Malley: Come on, Duchess, come on. Let's get out of here. Well, girls, see ya around. We're on our way to Paris.

Gallus: Okay, we get the message. Human stuff can be very odd at times.

Izzy: Yeah, we know. That’s why we’re helping you learn about them.

[Dodger notices Oliver in thought and walks over]

Dodger: Yo, kid, what’s the haps? Come on, tell old Dodge what’s on your mind.

Oliver: Well, I was just thinking that if I’m enough for Marie to like me. I got nothing to offer her.

Dodger: Oh, come on, kid, Paris is the city of love. The love for her is all the offering you got.

Cassandra: Dodger’s right. You shouldn’t worry a lot and regardless of aristocrats higher than normal families and rich ones, you can have love with Marie. What you have is really enough to win her affections.

Tip: Besides, the whole prissy thing she did is just an act.

Dash: Yeah. That’s nothing to worry about and it’s not a prevention from you achieving love.

Thor: Yes, we’ve seen you interacting with Marie a few times and your chances of getting her to be your true love are getting higher by the minute. You’II be able to succeed in no time.

Oliver: That is true though I wonder if Duchess would approve of me being perfect for Marie or not.

Ashi: Come on, Oliver, there’s no way she can turn down a guy like you. I bet she will allow you to be Marie's boyfriend.

Connor Lacey: And we’re by your side the whole way.

Oliver: What makes you guys so sure?

Rita: Well, we know that you’II have to tell her sooner or later. We always say you’re the cute one.

Bunga: I thought I was the cute one.

Fuli: You and him, Bunga. Besides, you’re the small annoying one with the bad smell.

Bunga: Yeah, you’re irresistible.

Pepe: Knights in shining armour certainly can’t compare to you, a small furball of heroism.

Bunga: Other male kitties are a dime a dozen but I know you and Marie will be together to the end. Look….

(sings) Paris, the city of lovers~

So she's gotta love~

A guy like you!~

Oliver: Wow, thank you guys. That makes me feel better.

Rita: Glad we could help.

Pepe: We know that you will have the lovely lady as your own. Hopefully the same goes to me as well one of these days.

Elsa: I’m sure it will, Pepe, with your odour and your clingy antics though it could be difficult.

Ron Stoppable: She does have a point. They are the main reasons why ladies all run from you every time.

Rufus: Uh-huh.

Oliver: You guys are right. I am perfect for Marie and I will succeed in winning her heart and earn her love.

Twilight Sparkle: That’s the spirit. You just have to believe in yourself.

Lightning McQueen: That’s right. Everything will be alright.

Georgette: And I’m sure that Jenny will approve of you loving Marie, seeing that she and Madame figured out your crush already.

Dodger: Yeah, kid, that’s the kinda talk we like to hear.

Oliver: I’m grateful for you guys believing in me and helping me believe that I can do it.

O’Malley: What are you guys talking about back there?

Ashima: Nothing, O’Malley. Just talking about our previous adventures.

Connor Lacey: Yeah. Nothing to worry about.

O’Malley: O-K. We might as well move on, shall we?

Duchess: Yes, we must if we are to return to Madame.

[They look down from a roof window]

O’Malley: Hey, Scat Cat, blow some of that sweet stuff my way.

[Scat Cat, a black cat wearing a bowler hat and a red bowtie, plays the trumpet, a Chinese cat named Shun Gon plays the piano, an English cat who wears purple glasses and a blue beaded necklace named Hit Cat plays the acoustic guitar, Peppo, an Italian Cat plays the concertina and Billy Ross, a Russian Cat plays the double bass on the bed]

Scat Cat: (laughs) Well, looky here! Big man O'Malley is back in his alley! Swing on down here, daddy.

[O’Malley makes his way down to them, sliding on the piano keys, sending Shun Gon in his chair spinning]

O'Malley: Lay some skin on me, Scat Cat, yeah! (hi-fived with Scat Cat)

Peppo: Buona sera, paesano!

Hit Cat: Welcome home, O'Malley!

Scat Cat: Likewise, Duchess. (kisses her paw) You're too much. (move his hat up and down)

Connor Lacey: (laughs) Very charming of you, Scat Cat.

Farmer Fi: Sounds like you’ve got quite a party going on in here.

Pinkie Pie: I love it since I love to throw parties myself.

Mack: (dancing to the music) And that’s a catchy tune.

Duchess: And your music is so…. so different. But so exciting.

Berlioz: It isn't Beethoven, mama, but it sure bounces.

Oliver: I like O’Malley’s friends already. They’re fun with music.

Tito: You got that right, man. (dances and hums to the music)

Scat Cat: (chuckles) Say! These kitten cats and this little dog knows where it's at!

Marie: Knows where what's at?

Ron Stoppable: Yeah, what are you talking about?

Scat Cat: Well, little lady and little man, let me elucidate here.

(singing) Everybody wants to be a cat~

Because a cat's the only cat~

Shun Gon: Oh boy, fellas! Let's rock the joint!

Billy Boss: Ha-ha! Groove it, cat! (laughs)

[Shun Gon put a cymbal on his head, shaking him as Scat and Hit dance around, playing their instruments and the Irelanders dances. Peppo approaches Duchess and removes his hat, batting his eyebrows at her which makes her smile. Scat plays his trumpet while laying on a pillow and look to see Berlioz playing the piano keys with his paws alongside Shun Gon who has chopsticks]

Shun Gon: Shanghai, Hong Kong, Egg Foo Yung~ (laughs)

Fortune cookie always wrong~