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Huh? Oh!
(ROARS)
(BOTH GASP)
(ALL SCREAMING)
Ooh!
(SCREAMS)
(ANIMAL WHIMPERING)
(GRUNTS)
(ALL GRUNTING, PANTING)
(ALL GRUNTING)
(BOTH GASP)
(BOTH LAUGH)
Hmm?
(LAUGHING)
(SIZZLING)
(SCREAMING IN PAIN)
(LAUGHING MOCKINGLY)
- (CONTINUES SCREAMING) - (LAUGHS)
Huh?
- (SIZZLING) - (SCREAMS IN PAIN)
(YELPING)
(ALL GRUNTING)
(ALL LAUGHING)
Oop! (SCREAMS)
Huh?
(GRUNTING)
(ALL GRUNTING)
(ALL CHEERING)
(ALL LAUGHING)
(GRUNTS)
(ALL CHEERING)
(GRUNTS)
(ALL CHEERING)
(GASPS)
(SNORTING)
(DUG) Nearly there, Hognob.
Nearly there. Just a bit farther.
Try a little bit harder.
Oh, we can do it.
Just a little bit more, Hognob.
(GRUNTING) Huh?
I... I can reach it.
Got it.
(SCREAMING)
Still got it!
Oh!
(GRUNTING)
(YELPING)
(SNORTING)
(LAUGHING) Wait, Hognob, enough!
Oi, enough now! (LAUGHS)
(MAMMOTH TRUMPETING)
Mammoths! Come on, Hognob. Let's go wake Bobnar.
Hey, Chief.
(SQUEAKING)
Chief!
What? What? What?
(GROANING)
(DUG) Are you awake, Chief?
(LAUGHS)
- (SCREAMS) - (DUG) Chief?
Time to go hunting.
Bit early, isn't it, Dug?
But, Chief, we're early man.
(YAWNS)
Come on, everyone.
Time to get up.
Huh?
(SLEEPING NOISES)
Mm.
(ALL GASP)
Morning, everyone.
(ALL) Morning! Morning, Chief. Morning, Chief. Morning, Chief.
- Bit nippy this morning. - (CROCODILE BITES)
Ow! Ow!
- Ow! - (SQUEAKS)
(ALL LAUGHING)
Oops. Sorry. (CHUCKLES)
(SQUEAKS)
Wait, Chief. Chief...
(VIBRATING)
Chief.
So I've been thinking.
You know we always hunt rabbits?
Oh, yeah. Very tasty they are, too.
Yes, but couldn't we try hunting something...
well, you know, bigger?
What, like a hare?
No, like a buffalo, or a mammoth.
(GASPS)
(CHUCKLES) You want us to hunt a five-ton, bone-crushing mammoth?
Yeah. Why not?
Huh?
I really believe we could do it, Chief.
Dug, look at our ancestors.
You don't see them hunting big things, do you?
They hunted little round beasts.
Of some sort.
Yeah, what are those things anyway?
Don't know.
I suppose they couldn't draw rabbits back then.
Wait. Sorry, no, Chief.
Chief...
about the mammoth thing...
Look, I'll tell you what, I'll definitely bear it in mind.
All right?
Come on, Dug.
Right, gather round.
Grab a spear.
Oh! It's pointy!
- Oh, Treebor. Just get over there. - Aw, Mum!
- Morning, Barry. - Morning, Dug.
Mr. Rock coming hunting today?
Oh, yeah, wouldn't miss it for the world.
Morning, Asbo. Change your underpants today?
Yeah! Changed them with Thongo, Chief.
Champion!
Mmm.
- Chief. - Yes, Gravelle?
Um, when I put my arm up, it hurts.
Well, don't do it, then.
Grubup, don't eat that. That's Eemak.
(CHUCKLES) Yum!
(GRUMBLING)
Exactly. Uh... right.
Heads down, everyone.
Thank you, Dug.
Shh!
(CLEARS THROAT)
We give thanks for our valley, our home,
this precious ground which sustains us
and gives us shelter from the Badlands.
May we live in peace, balance, and harmony with our forest
and all the creatures we share it with.
Right, let's go kill something.
(ALL CHEERING)
(SNIFFING)
(MIMICS BIRD CALL)
(CLICKING TONGUE)
(CONTINUES MIMICKING BIRD CALL)
(IMITATES BIRD CALL)
(CAWING)
(CHITTERING)
(MIMICS RABBIT SQUEAK)
(GROANS)
- A rabbit! - (SQUEAKS)
(ALL SHOUTING)
That's it. That's it.
- I've got him. - (SQUEAKS)
(DUG) To you, Eemak.
(EEMAK) Ouch.
(GIBBERISH)
(GROANS)
Nice try, though.
Let's use an element of surprise.
- (SQUEAKS) - (SCREAMS)
- (GIGGLES) - Righto, Chief.
- Ow! - I got him!
No, I haven't!
(GROANS) Great! Champion!
(BLOWING RASPBERRY)
Got you!
Whoa!
I got this, Gravelle.
Ha-hey!
- (SCREAMING) - (BOTH SCREAM)
(MUFFLED SCREAMING)
(SQUEAKS)
(WHIMPERS)
Well done, Mr. Rock!
(ALL WHOOP)
Nice job, everyone.
- Rabbit surprise tonight! - (ALL CHEER)
(WHOOPING)
(RHYTHMIC DRUMMING)
(PLAYING UPBEAT MUSIC)
(TOOTING HORN)
See, Dug?
We hunt rabbits, everyone's happy.
(WHOOPING)
Although the thing about rabbits, Chief,
well, they are quite small.
Dug, Dug. Look at us...
You seriously think we could catch a mammoth?
Nice moves, Mr. Rock.
(CHIEF BOBNAR) Us lot?
You've been practicing.
(DISTANT THUDDING)
(GROWLING)
(BARKING)
Shush, everyone.
- (MUSIC STOPS) - (HEAVY FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(BRANCHES RUSTLING)
(CLANGS)
(ALL GASP)
Ooh.
(ALL EXCLAIM)
The rabbits are fighting back!
(ALL YELPING)
I don't think this is rabbits.
Attack!
(GASPING)
(ALL WHIMPERING)
(TRUMPETING)
- Run! - (ALL SCREAMING)
(SQUEAKS)
(CHEERS)
(SCREAMING CONTINUES)
Mr. Rock!
No!
(SOBBING) No!
To the Badlands!
What, leave the valley?
(CHIEF BOBNAR) Come on. Just run.
(HOGNOB BARKING)
Hognob!
(GROWLING, BARKING)
(GASPS)
(CHIEF BOBNAR) Where's Dug?
Have you seen Dug?
(BOTH GRUNTING)
- Go on. - (BARRY) Thank you, Chief.
(DISTANT TRUMPETING)
(CHIEF BOBNAR) Dug!
(GROWLING)
(WITH FRENCH ACCENT) Hmm...
excellent.
All right, secure the valley.
Start mining ore.
Or what, Lord Nooth?
Ore, you fool! Start mining the ore.
The metal that's in the ground.
Oh, the ore! In the ground.
(CHUCKLES) Yes.
What about the primitives?
Oh, let them rot in The Badlands.
They are the low-achievers of history with their puny flints...
(DUG) You've picked the wrong tribe to mess with.
(LORD NOOTH, MOCKINGLY) Oh, I am so scared! You are waving your stones about!
(YELLING)
The Age of Stone is over, Dino.
(CONTINUES YELLING)
Long live the Age of Bronze!
(DUG GRUNTS)
(GASPS)
- Oh. - (SCOFFS)
(GASPS, WHIMPERS)
(LORD NOOTH) Okay, let's get moving.
Of course, Lord Nooth. Hyah!
(LORD NOOTH) I'm late for my massage.
(MAMMOTH ROARING)
(SOLDIERS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
(HOWLING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(MAMMOTH TRUMPETING)
(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
(GROANING SOFTLY) Huh?
(GASPS)
(DUG YELPS)
(GRUNTS)
(YELPS, SCREAMS)
(GASPING)
Uh...
(GASPS)
(GROANS)
Uh...
(GASPING)
- (OX BRAYS) - (GASPS)
(CART DRIVER) What are you doing? Get out of the way!
Hey! Hey!
(GASPS)
(TOOLMAKER) Multi-purpose pen swords!
Very handy for opening bottles, too!
Sliced bread. Wow!
That's the best thing since... well, ever!
- (CLANGING) - (GROANS) Oh!
Hmm.
- (CLANGING) - (GOONA) Hey!
- (DUG) Huh? - Don't touch the bronze.
- The what? - The bronze!
Where have you been, the Stone Age?
Oh. Uh...
What?
(CHUCKLES)
- (BANGING GONG) - (GASPS)
(CHANTING)
(PEOPLE CLAMORING)
(ALL CHANTING)
(ORDERLY) Fifty schnookels! Fifty schnookels!
Voluntary contribution. Everyone has to pay!
(MAN 1) It has gone up again.
- (MAN 2) It's daylight robbery! - Fifty schnookels!
Voluntary contribution!
Hey! She hasn't voluntarily contributed.
(GUARD) Hmm? Stop her!
(SCREAMS)
- Hey. Hey. - (GUARD) Oi! Stop her!
(PANTING)
(YELPING)
(GRUNTING)
(YELPING)
Whoa!
(HUMMING)
Huh?
(CHUCKLES) Hello. Oh!
(MAN SCREAMS)
(CRASHING)
- (METAL CLANGS) - (MAN GROANS)
- (DOOR BANGS) - (DUG) Sorry!
(JURGEND LAUGHS) I tell you,
I wouldn't want to be facing me out there.
(MAN LAUGHING)
- (ARMOR CREAKING) - (GROANING)
(GONAD) Hey, Hügelgraber, can't you see in that thing?
The arena's this way.
(CROWD CHANTING)
You girls are gonna get slaughtered. (LAUGHS)
- (INDISTINCT CHATTERING) - (GROWLS)
(GONAD) Let's go!
(CALL AND RESPONSE CHANTING)
All stand for our mighty leader, Lord Nooth!
- (CROWD CHEERING) - (GASPS)
Who challenges the champions?
We challenge the champions!
We accept the challenge!
- (CROWD CHEERING) - (BOTH GROWLING)
The hour has come.
(DRUM ROLL)
Let the sacred game commence!
(CHEERING)
(ANNOUNCER) Introducing Real Bronzio
and the captain, Jurgend!
Today's match official, Referee Dino!
(LORD NOOTH) In the name of Queen Oofeefa,
we give thanks for the beautiful game.
Oggy! Oggy! Oggy!
(CROWD) Oi! Oi! Oi!
Let's play football!
- (CROWD CHEERING) - (BLOWS WHISTLE)
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
Whilst I count my schnookels.
(DUG GRUNTING)
(SCREAMS)
Hügelgraber! What are you doing?
Get in the goal!
What's up with Hügelgraber? Come on!
Pick it up! Pick it up!
To me! To me!
What? Put it down!
Put it down!
(BLOWS WHISTLE)
Free kick!
Hügelgraber! Just get in the game!
(WHISTLE BLOWS)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(SLO-MO VOICE) Just kick it!
(HEART THUMPING)
(CROWD GASPS)
- (CROWD GASPING) - Huh?
(CROWD SHOUTING)
(ALL CHEERING)
Huh? (SCREAMS)
(GRUNTS)
What are you doing, Hügelgraber?
You just scored an own goal!
(PLAYERS CHEERING)
(HÜGELGRABER) He's not me!
- Huh? - (CROWD GASPS)
(WOLF WHISTLE)
- Oh! - (CROWD GASPS)
- Huh? - (CHUCKLES)
A caveman?
- A caveman? - (CROWD) A caveman?
Playing the sacred game? Bring him here.
(GRUNTS)
How dare you...
Oh. (GRUNTS)
How dare you set foot on our hallowed ground?
You took our ground.
- Our home! - (SCOFFS) Oh, that.
Listen, you Stone Age brute.
You have no home.
Your kind are finished on this Earth.
Now take him away and kill him.
Slowly.
(CROWD LAUGHING)
Argh! No, I mean take him away at normal speed
and kill him slowly. Idiots!
- (WHISTLE BLOWS) - Now get on with the game.
(VIKING CAPTAIN) We challenge the champions!
Wait... Wait!
(YELLING)
- (GRUNTS) - (AIR HISSING)
(ALL GASPING)
(PANTING)
We challenge the champions!
- (ALL GASP) - Huh?
What did you say?
- He said, "We challenge..." - I heard what he said!
If we win, we keep our valley.
You leave my tribe in peace.
- (CROWD MURMURING) - Hmm.
You think you can beat us at football?
(CHUCKLES)
- (LAUGHING) - (CROWD LAUGHING)
A match between the Bronze and the brutes?
What an idea!
Sacrilege, O Premier Leader!
Yes. Quite.
The masses would flock to see such a vulgar spectacle. Pah!
Hmm...
Oh!
Really?
For the valley, you say?
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(ALL SOBBING)
(HOGNOB) Hmm?
(HOGNOB BARKING)
(GASPS)
- Dug! - (ASBO) It's Dug!
- (BARRY) He's alive! - (EXCITED CHATTER)
Uh, what's that crazy fruit he's got?
(CHIEF BOBNAR) "Football"?
- What's "football"? - (ALL GASP)
And how's it going to get our valley back?
Well, it's this amazing game, Chief.
And the leader of the Bronze people,
he says if we play this game and beat them at it...
Ooh, nice tight shorts!
Aw, Mum!
...we can have our valley back.
- (ALL GASP) - That's what we want.
- And if we don't beat them? - (DUG) Ah.
Well, then...
he said we'll spend the rest of our miserable lives
working down a mine.
No!
- What's a "mine"? - (CHIEF BOBNAR) Dug...
we've never even played this game.
But that's just it.
We did. Once.
Huh?
Those cave paintings back in our valley,
they're pictures of our ancestors playing football.
(ALL GASPING IN AWE)
- Champion! - (DUG) So if they did it...
surely we can do it.
(SNEEZES)
Sorry! Shimmering memories make me sneeze.
This doesn't change anything, Dug.
It's just too risky.
Oh, come on, Chief! We can do it, Chief!
I wanna play football! I wanna play now!
Now!
(STAMMERS) Listen... No, we're not... No!
(ALL GROAN)
All right, then. Don't worry about us.
Yeah, we'll... (SNIFFLES) We'll be okay.
We'll just die a slow and lingering death in the Badlands.
Huh?
Come on, Chief.
Just give us a chance. Please!
(GRUNTS)
(SIGHS) Look, all right.
(ALL GASP)
Maybe we'll give this "football" idea a try, then.
(ALL CHEERING)
(GIGGLING)
(SCREAMS)
No promises, mind.
The match is to be played at the full moon.
(ALL CHEERING)
And then we go back to the valley!
- (ALL CHEERING) - Sweet!
- (BUG CHITTERING) - (YELPS)
(GROANS)
(BOTH STRAINING)
(GRUNTS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)
(CHIEF BOBNAR) Right, line up, everybody! In line!
- All yours, Dug. - Thanks, Chief.
All right!
- Um... - Um...
Are hogs supposed to play football?
- (GRUNTING) - No. Oh...
Probably not, no. Sorry, Hognob.
(SIGHS)
(GROANS)
- This is a football. - (ALL GASP)
One side tries to kick the ball into this goal.
(ALL) Ooh.
And the other side tries to kick the ball in that goal.
(ALL) Ahh!
Football sounds hard.
What happens if you kick the ball in the goal?
Well, if you kick the ball in the goal,
then other men hug and kiss you.
- Oh. - Mmm.
Right, who wants to try?
- I'll give it a go. - (ALL LAUGH)
- (ASBO) Nice one. - Aw, Mum!
Good, Magma. All right, okay, good. Right. Um...
So I'm... I'm gonna try and get the ball,
and you have to stop me, okay?
(GRUNTING)
Come on, come on!
- Ow! - (ALL CHEERING)
- Nice one, Mum! - (MAGMA) Football's brilliant.
(CHIEF BOBNAR) That can't be right.
Surely, you can't hit other players?
No, you're supposed to attack the ball.
(ALL SHOUTING)
No, no, no, no, not weapons!
Just use fist?
No! No fighting at all.
- Where's the fun in that? - (DUG) Uh...
Hmm.
- (CHEERFUL MUSIC PLAYING) - (GRUBUP GRUNTING)
(ALL LAUGHING)
- (DUG) Okay, Thongo! - (THONGO GRUNTS)
Oh! (YELPS)
Ooh! (YELPS)
- Oh! - Yes!
Good effort. Great. Okay, next.
(LAUGHS)
- (DUG CLEARS THROAT) - Huh?
Hognob.
(SIGHS)
Go for it, Asbo.
(YELLING)
- Yay! - (ALL CHEERING)
Yay!
Oh...
(BALL APPROACHING)
(SQUEAKING)
Excuse me!
Can we have our ball back, please?
Huh. Hmm.
- (MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY) - (GRUNTING)
(LORD NOOTH) Trust me, Dino. This football match
between the Stone Age and the Bronze World,
it's perfect!
- Oh, how I love it! - Yes, football.
No.
Bronze!
- (CLINKING) - (LORD NOOTH) Mmm.
So cold and hard and slippery.
- Mmm. - (CHUCKLES)
Ooh.
And this game is going to make me loads of it.
Your Premiership, what if the queen finds out?
(SCOFFS) That old crow?
She doesn't know what goes on out here.
(CHUCKLES) Luckily.
- (BIRD SQUAWKS) - (SPITS)
(YELPS)
Delivering message!
Your Footballness, it's a Message Bird.
Huh?
Ugh. Well, go on, make it...
(CLEARS THROAT)
(IMITATING QUEEN) "Hello? Hello?
How do you use this Message Bird thing?"
It's the queen.
(IMITATING ADVISER) "Just speak into its ear, ma'am.
It will mimic everything it hears."
(IMITATING QUEEN) "I don't even know if I'm holding it the... Testing! (SQUAWKS)
Testing! (SQUAWKS)
Nooth? Nooth?"
Perhaps she's heard about the game.
(SCOFFS) Of course she hasn't heard about the game.
- "I've heard about the game." - (GASPS)
"You, arranging a football match against a bunch of savages?
You idiot!
Imagine if we lost."
- We won't. - "I said, imagine it!
Exactly!
The mighty Bronze Age
brought to its knees by a bunch of cavemen?
Well, I'm warning you, Nooth.
You'd better not lose.
- Hmm?" - (GASPS)
(SQUAWKS)
End of message.
Oh! Hmm.
Silly old bat!
How dare she talk to me like that!
(MESSAGE BIRD SCOFFS) "Silly old bat!
How dare she talk to me like that?"
Delivering message!
- (SQUAWKS) - (BOTH YELPING)
Guards! Get that bird back!
What does the queen know anyway?
The cavemen are oafs. My players are...
Overpaid?
Champions!
Oh, yes, champions.
They spend their days thinking, sleeping, eating football.
(LORD NOOTH) And I hardly think the cavemen will be doing that.
- (ALL GASP) - Rise and shine!
Training time!
- (INDISTINCT SHOUTING) - (SNORING)
(YELPS) Ow!
- (SPIDER CHITTERING) - (DUG) No, not like that.
(GROANING)
When I said "free kick," I meant of the ball.
(MAGMA) Sorry, Dug.
- (GRUNTS) - (DUG) Hognob, no!
(WHIMPERS)
(SCREAMS)
(DUG) Barry, where are you going? No, don't wander off!
Football's hard.
(GRAVELLE) Dug, my toe hurts!
(SIGHS)
(DUG) Grubup, drop it! I told you.
- (GRUNTS) - it's the only one we've got.
Come on, everyone!
We should be able to do this. No, don't... Don't sit down.
Grubup no like football.
Make Grubup hungry.
(DUCK SQUAWKING)
(SNIFFING)
Oh. Oh, ho-ho.
Food. (CHUCKLING) Yum!
(LAUGHS)
(GRUNTS)
- (GRUNTS) - (LAUGHS) Huh?
Oh?
(SCREECHING)
Oh...
(SQUAWKS)
(ALL WHIMPERING)
- (ALL CHATTERING) - Duck! Duck!
(ALL) Huh?
- No! Duck! - (ALL GASP)
(SQUAWKING)
(TREEBOR) Look! It's a giant man-eating mallard!
Run away!
Huh?
(DUG GROANS)
(SIGHS)
(WOLF HOWLING)
You haven't eaten your primordial soup.
Not really hungry.
(SIGHS) Oh...
Huh?
(SNIFFING)
(GASPS)
- (GRUNTS) - (THUNDER RUMBLING)
Dug, it's time to give up this football lark for their sake.
They're just not capable of it.
Don't you miss the valley, Chief?
The valley's gone now.
And we're better off here in the Badlands
- than slaving down some mine. - (DUCK SQUAWKS)
I mean, there's the odd giant duck around,
but at least we're still together.
We're still a tribe.
But our ancestors played football. We know they did.
I still believe we can do this.
With what?
You haven't even got a ball to play with.
(SIGHS)
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
(CHIEF BOBNAR) It's over.
(DISTANT HOWLING)
No. There's still time.
Come on, Hognob.
(SCREAMS)
(CREATURE GRUNTING)
(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(GRUNTING)
(PANTING)
Okay, Hognob. Hognob?
- (DOOR OPENS) - Huh?
(CHUCKLES)
(WHISPERS) Right.
Let's go get some balls.
- (GRUNTING) - (THUDS)
Shh!
(FLOOR CREAKING)
(GRUNTS) Ow!
(STRAINING)
What strange magic is this?
(CLEARS THROAT)
(CHUCKLES)
Hognob, you stay.
I don't want to attract attention.
(SIGHS)
Huh?
(YELPING)
(SCREAMING)
(YELPING)
(SCREAMING)
(YELPING)
(SCREAMING)
(GROANING)
(GASPS)
(LORD NOOTH) What's all that crashing around out there?
(WHIMPERING)
(LORD NOOTH) Is that you, Stefano?
Huh?
(LORD NOOTH) Stop messing about and get in here
with those firm hands of yours.
Uh...
(LORD NOOTH) Come on, Stefano!
It's time for my massage.
(HOGNOB GULPS)
(GROANS)
(BALL BOUNCING)
(GRUNTING)
(GOONA) And the exciting new signing picks the ball up in the center circle.
She beats one...
nutmegs another...
lobs it neatly over the big fullback.
She's going all the way.
She shoots!
She scores!
Yeah!
And the crowd goes wild!
Goal!
- (SQUEAKING) - (GASPS)
(GASPS)
(GASPS AND GROANS)
(LORD NOOTH) Ah, I need this, Stefano.
I'm feeling stressed.
An hardworking governor like me,
stuck out in this miserable wasteland?
- He deserves a few perks. - (YELPS)
Simple pleasures, like fine food,
a massage, his own champion football team.
Well, come on, chop-chop, I haven't got all day.
Oh, my tendons are like ropes.
- You can go the whole hog. - Hmm?
(GROANING)
You're that crazy caveman guy.
The angry pan girl.
What are you doing here, caveman?
This is the sacred turf. No one's allowed here.
- Balls. - Huh?
I need balls.
You came all this way
and broke into the stadium just to find some balls?
Wow. You're pretty brave, caveman.
And stupid.
Actually, more stupid than brave, really.
Thanks.
I'm Goona, by the way.
Dug.
(MEN SHOUTING)
- Come on, I can help. - (YELPS)
Ahh, ohh, eee...
(CHUCKLES) That's good!
Mmm.
(SIGHS)
I don't know what the queen is worrying about.
(CHUCKLES) I mean, we all know what losers cavemen are.
Those Stone Age dolts couldn't beat their own grandmothers.
Brainless goons!
Gormless halfwits!
(GROANING)
Stefano! Not so ham-fisted!
In fact, enough massage.
How about some relaxing music instead?
Uh?
Huh?
I envy you.
- Me? - The chance to play on that pitch,
the sacred turf,
in front of thousands of fans!
Well, maybe you will one day.
You think they let girls play for Real Bronzio?
You really are crazy.
Why do you think I sneak in here?
(DOOR OPENS)
- (DINO) Who is that? - (BOTH GASP)
Scarper!
Stop! Thieves!
- This way! - (BLOWING WHISTLE)
(GROANING)
(DINO, MUFFLED) They went that way!
- (GUARDS) Huh? - (DINO) No! That way!
(GASP)
- (HORN BLOWING) - (BOTH GASP)
- (GOONA) Give me those, quick! - (WHISTLE BLOWS)
- (GOONA GRUNTS) - (METAL CLANGS)
- (GRUNTS) - (GUARDS) Ow!
You're really good!
Thanks! (GRUNTS)
I do a lot of practice. (GRUNTS)
- (YELPS) - (GROANS)
Oh, I've just had a great idea!
- (PLAYING HARP) - (HUMMING OFF-KEY)
(WHISTLE BLOWING IN DISTANCE)
- (GUARDS SHOUTING) - (DUG) Come on!
Huh?
(PLAYING AND HUMMING FASTER)
(WHISTLE BLOWS)
Oh, what on Earth's got into you tonight, Stefano?
- Stefano? - Yes, sir?
Huh?
(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)
(ALL SCREAMING)
Hognob!
Hognob, meet Goona. Goona, Hognob.
Hi, Hognob.
(ALL SCREAMING)
(ALL GRUNT)
(SPUTTERING)
Sire, are you all right?
Of course I'm not all right, you idiot!
I've just been massaged by a pig!
(CHITTERING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(TRIBE SNORING)
(ALL GASP)
Wake up, everyone.
I want you all to meet someone.
This is Goona.
- (ALL GASP) - Hi!
(DUG) And she's gonna help us win the game.
- (ALL) Oh. - Why would she do that?
She gets to play on the sacred turf
in front of thousands of fans.
(EEMAK) Whoa.
Glad to be on board.
So what formation do you normally play?
Um... formation?
Four-four-two or four-three-three?
- Who's your sweeper? - (ALL) Um...
(GOONA) Do you man-mark or play zonally?
(ALL) Uh...
We just kick the ball about and chase it.
(SIGHS)
You think you can beat Real Bronzio just by chasing a ball around?
You need to know what you're up against.
(ALL GASP)
This is Jurgend, the captain.
Best goal-scorer in the known world.
- Knows it too. - Ha!
(GOONA) Their winger, Lightning Hammer.
Never strikes twice in the same place.
- (CRACKLES) - (GROWLS)
(GOONA) Midfield dynamo Qwik Wun Tu.
He can kick faster than you can think.
(YELLS)
(GOONA) Fullback, Gonad the Gaul.
No one gets past his tackle.
- Oh! - Aw, Mum!
- Make no mistake. - (GRUNTING)
These are the best players bronze can buy.
They're like ginormous great big footballing giants!
Oh, there's no way we can beat such a great team.
They may be great,
but what they're not is a team.
Huh?
They're 11 players who each think they're the star.
That's their weakness.
And that's how you can beat them.
- (ALL) Oh. - Hmm.
Goona's right.
They may be better players than us...
but we have something they don't.
- (ALL) Huh? - Moss?
(DUG) No, Barry, not moss.
We've got each other.
And if we work together, then maybe we can do this.
(ALL AGREEING)
(GOONA) Right. We've got a lot of hard work to do.
And we haven't even got a full team.
Oh, oh! (CHUCKLES)
(CHIEF BOBNAR) What's going on?
Oh, Chief, this is Goona,
and she's going to help us win the game.
I thought we're done with football.
Not now you've turned up. You're in the team.
- (ALL CHUCKLE) - (SIGHS)
I'm not playing. I'm an old man.
I'm nearly 32.
Okay, that is old.
- Go in goal. - Ow!
Right, well, that's settled, then.
Now, where's your training facilities?
Real Bronzio have the very best.
And all we've got is...
- (THUNDER RUMBLING) - ...the Badlands.
- (RUMBLING) - (ALL SCREAMING)
Three, two, one.
- (ALL GRUNTING) - This way, everyone!
Wait! What? Oh! What are you doing?
- (GOONA) That way, everyone! - (ALL SCREAMING)
(DUCK SQUAWKING)
(SCREAMING)
(ALL GRUNTING)
Ow! Ah! Ooh!
This is a bit dangerous.
(GRUNTS)
(ALL GASP)
What are you... What the...
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
Eh? Well, I'll be... (GROANS)
Okay. Pass and move.
It's very important that you pass and move.
But whatever happens, keep your formation.
(GASPS)
(ALL SCREAMING)
(SIGHS)
(LAUGHING)
Ooh!
(GRUNTS)
(GOONA) Nice one, Asbo! That's it!
Everyone working together!
Ugh! This is all I need.
You found these in the primitives' valley?
It seems their ancestors were playing football
centuries before we were.
The queen must not find out about this, all right?
(MESSENGER BIRD SQUAWKS)
Delivering message!
Oh, no.
- "What's this - (YELPING)
I hear about the savages
playing football centuries before we were?"
Ow! Ow! I didn't know! Ow!
"And my spies tell me they're getting better.
- Ow! - Training every day!"
Ow! Ow! Ow!
"You better not screw it up, Nooth, or else.
(GASPS AND GULPS)
"I'll tell you who'll be going down the mine.
(MUFFLED) You will!"
(MESSENGER BIRD SQUAWKING)
This has gone far enough.
They're Stone Age brutes.
They live in caves.
They eat mud! No.
I need to shut them down.
Mess with their tiny cavemen minds.
Brilliant! How do we do that?
I don't know.
The answer isn't just going to walk in the door.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
(CLEARS THROAT)
Sire, we've found something else
down in the new mine in the valley.
(ENGINEER 2) We've made a copy for your inspection.
Oh! Ow!
That's perfect.
Mmm.
(TRIBE LAUGHING)
(DUG) Hognob.
- (GRUNTS) - Whoa! Great save, Chief!
You know, we may just stand a chance tomorrow.
A small chance...
but a chance.
If our ancestors did it, so can we.
Hey, hey, not bad for 32, eh?
I never thought I'd say this, Dug, but we're pretty good.
Oi, oi, oi! That's mine.
- (INDISTINCT CHATTERING) - (BOTH GASP)
I've got it.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(SIGHS)
Soon be home.
- (MEN SHOUTING IN DISTANCE) - Huh?
- (RUSTLING) - Huh?
No!
(CREATURE ROARS)
(DUG, MUFFLED) What are you doing?
Let me go!
(LORD NOOTH) Calm down, caveman.
I just wanted you to see our new mine.
After all, you'll soon be digging lots of bronze out of it.
Oh, we're not going down any mine, mammoth-mouth.
Ah, yes.
Because you're great footballers...
just like your ancestors.
You... You know about them?
Bronze is not all we found down here.
What... What...
More cave paintings?
Yes.
Only these ones tell the whole story.
You see, your ancestors did not just play football.
They invented the game.
You even taught other tribes how to play.
But you had one problem.
No matter how hard you tried,
you just always ended up losing...
match after match...
game after game.
In fact, after many, many moons...
you just gave up altogether.
It was all too painful for you.
It turns out your tribe were totally crap at football.
You're losers, caveman.
Always have been.
Always will be.
No.
No, it can't be true.
Do you really believe you can beat us tomorrow?
Face it, caveman.
You and your tribe, you just don't have it in you.
But I'm willing to offer you a deal.
A way out.
(CHIEF BOBNAR) Time to turn in. Big day tomorrow.
- (MAGMA) Come on, Treebor! - (TREEBOR) Night, Goona!
(ASBO) Can I sleep in me football kit?
- (TREEBOR) Night, everyone! - (GOONA) Night, everyone!
Huh?
(GASPS)
Think it over, caveman,
because the mine is waiting
for you and your primitive friends.
(LORD NOOTH LAUGHING)
(HAMMERING)
(GRUNTING)
- (WHIP CRACKING) - (GROANS)
- (GRUNTS) - Oh! Me arm hurts!
Oh! (SOBBING)
Where are you, Mum?
- (WHIP CRACKS) - (GROANS)
You idiot! What have you done?
At the end of the day, we're just a rabbit-hunting tribe.
(DUG) I'm sorry, Chief!
I didn't mean for this to happen.
Bobnar, you've got to believe me!
(GRUNTING)
(SNORTING)
(HOGNOB) Huh?
Oh, Hognob!
(GROANS)
(LAUGHS)
Oh!
My dear old hoggy friend.
(PANTING)
What if I'm wrong?
What if Chief was right all along?
Huh?
What if we are just a tribe of rabbit-hunters?
Uh, uh...
Forgive me, Hognob.
But I've got a deal to make.
I've got to save the tribe.
(WHIMPERING)
(HOWLING)
- (WATER DRIPPING) - Huh?
(SQUEAKING)
(SCOFFS)
(CONTINUES HOWLING)
- (SQUEAKING) - (PEOPLE CHATTERING)
Get your cuddly caveman here! Before they go extinct!
One hundred schnookels!
Voluntary contribution. Everyone has to pay.
One hundred schnookels!
- It has doubled! - Voluntary contribution!
- Everyone has to pay. - This is outrageous!
Have you got change for a dinner plate?
(LORD NOOTH LAUGHING)
It's all going to plan, Dino.
Ooh. I love you, little bronze coin.
Hello!
I love you. I love you too. And you too.
- (CONTINUES KISSING) - (QUEEN OOFEEFA) Nooth!
What are you doing?
Ugh. Not that stupid old bird again.
Tell Chef to boil it up in a cassoulet.
(CROWD GASPS)
"Stupid old bird"?
(GASPS)
"Cassoulet"?
Oh! (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY) Your Majesty!
- (CROWD GASPS) - Why, this is an unexpected...
(GROANS)...pleasure.
Thought I'd come to this caveman game myself.
And have a little nose.
(NASALLY) A great honor, Your Majesty.
(BRYAN) And you have to say, Brian,
Real Bronzio's manager is on the back foot.
(CHUCKLES) Oh, it's a terrible start for the lad, Bryan.
Terrible. I mean, just awful.
I put it down to pre-match nerves.
You're not wrong there, Brian.
I've brought my royal commentators with me.
Sit!
Right. (CHUCKLES)
Well, let's start the fun, shall we?
Bring out the Stone Age challengers!
(CROWD BOOING)
What? Where are you taking me?
What on Earth are you playing at?
(HOGNOB GRUNTS)
Oh, Dug.
Who challenge the champions?
(QUIETLY) You'll leave my people alone as agreed?
(QUIETLY) Yes, just say the words.
Not me.
(CROWD GASPS)
I forfeit the game
and volunteer myself for the mines.
(CROWD GASPS)
And?
And our valley...
is yours.
My goodness!
Have the cavemen caved?
Oh! So it seems.
How very disappointing.
Everyone, go home! There is no game.
Apologies for the inconvenience.
(WHISPERS) Tell the staff, no refunds.
Fowl! Fowl!
Foul? No one's even playing, you silly slap-head!
No, fowl!
- (SQUAWKING) - (CROWD CHEERING)
(GASPS)
(SQUAWKS)
(BRYAN) Well, Brian,
it looks like the Stone Age team have just flown in.
(BRIAN) That's right, Bryan.
They're definitely looking good in the air!
See what I did there? (CHUCKLES)
Oh, goodie.
Seems there is a game after all.
- (DUCK FARTING) - (GASPS)
(CROWD LAUGHING)
(SQUAWKING)
(CONTINUES SQUAWKING)
(HOGNOB PANTING)
Gonna start without us, Dug?
Chief, we can't play this game.
What, because of a few paintings?
(GASPS) So you know about those terrible pictures?
They are terrible.
I can draw better than that.
But that's all they are.
Pictures.
It's this lot that counts.
You were right, Dug.
I thought we were just rabbit-hunters.
Well, not anymore.
You've shown me that.
Who's playing with Dug
for the valley?
- (ALL CHEERING) - (ASBO) Champion.
It's what Mr. Rock would've wanted.
We challenge the champions! (GRUNTS)
(CROWD GASPS)
- (SCOFFS) - Your funeral, caveman!
(BRYAN) This may be an uneven contest, Brian,
but let's hope it's at least entertaining.
Ha! Let's get this done.
- (WHISTLE BLOWS) - (CROWD CHEERING)
What?
Let's do it!
Oh! Well, this is interesting.
Hey, Hügelgraber!
- Wake up! - (YELPS)
(BRYAN) Very interesting!
(GROANS)
Huh?
(ALL GASP)
(GASPS)
- (BOTH CHEERING) - (BRIAN) I don't believe it, Bryan!
The Stone Age team have caught their opponents napping.
(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY) Beginners' luck, Your Majesty.
Hmph.
(BLOWS WHISTLE)
Bad move, caveman.
Now you've just made us mad.
- (GRUNTS) - (GASPS)
- (GRUNTS) - (CROWD CHEERING)
Oh!
Yay!
(BRIAN) And normal service is restored!
(CROWD CHANTING) Jurgend! Jurgend!
(BRIAN) Let's see the replay, Bryan.
(PUPPETEER) Ooh, ja, kick!
Yay! Goal!
(BRIAN) You can't argue with the puppets, Bryan.
(PUPPETEER) Kissy-kissy! Hug, hug, hug!
(BRYAN) Aye, the puppets don't lie, Brian.
- (CROWD) Oh! - (GASPS)
(PUPPETEER) Oh! Ah, and that's a goal.
- That's two. - (GRUNTS)
(BRIAN) Real Bronzio
- are in no mood to compromise. - Goal!
Never mind. Come on, everyone!
- Boo! - (YELPS)
(BRIAN) And surely, that's settled it.
(GROANS)
(GASPS)
- Yay! - (HORN BLOWING)
(RATTLING)
(CROWD CHEERING)
(BRIAN) Well, it's halftime, Bryan, and Real Bronzio
- are dominating this match. - (BLOWS WHISTLE)
♫.. You're going down the mine ..♫
The only place we're going is back to the valley.
Now come on, everyone!
Let's show 'em what we've got!
(YELPING)
Remember your training, Eemak!
(GIBBERISH)
Nice one, Eemak! That's it!
(BRIAN) Goodness me, it looks like a caveman counterattack.
Come on, then. Let's see your tackle.
(YELPS)
(DUG) Great work, Magma!
- (BARRY) Hey, hey! - (CROWD GASPS)
(GRUNTS)
What was that?
(BRIAN) Oh-ho! Unorthodox, Bryan, but effective.
- (BRIAN) This is unprecedented! - Yay!
I can't remember any side
scoring two goals against Real Bronzio.
(PUPPETEER) Oh, you fool. What were you playing at?
You silly, stupid...
Idiot! Do I have to do everything around here?
Caveman coming through!
(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY) Nibbles, Your Majesty?
Stuff your nibbles!
(BRYAN) Well, Real Bronzio,
they just don't know what's hit them, they really don't.
(BRIAN) Oh-ho! The Stone Age team is really coming together, Bryan.
(BRYAN) You're not wrong, Brian. It's like Early Man, united.
That's another joke there, Brian.
(BRIAN) Oh, look at this!
The Stone Age striker beats one,
- nutmegs another... - (CROWD GASPS)
All yours, Goona!
Hmm.
(BRIAN) She's going all the way.
(GRUNTS)
- (GOONA GRUNTS) - (BRIAN) She shoots.
- (HÜGELGRABER GRUNTS) - She scores!
- (CROWD CHEERING) - The crowd are going wild!
- And who can blame them? - Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
(BOTH WHOOPING)
Wait a minute!
She shouldn't even be on the pitch.
(QUEEN OOFEEFA) And why not?
Because she's a...
(LORD NOOTH STAMMERING)
a great player!
You lot!
Get your act together!
Unless you want to be suspended for the rest of the season.
Play on!
Hmm...
- (LORD NOOTH) Psst. Dino! Dino! - Eh?
- Have you got your rule book handy? - Of course.
Good. Because I'm throwing it at you.
Eh?
(DUG) Come on, everyone.
One last goal will take us home.
- (WHISTLE BLOWS) - (GASPS)
Dino is having a lie-down.
I am the new ref.
Well, that's not fair!
Oh, isn't it?
Let's ask the new ref.
Ref, is it fair?
Oh, yes, it's totally fair.
Okay. Play on!
It's injury time. Understand?
(ALL CHUCKLE)
(BLOWS WHISTLE)
- (GRUNTS) - (GROANS)
(BRIAN) Oh, that's not cricket, Bryan.
Whatever cricket is.
Nothing to see there. Play on.
- (GROANS) - (CROWD GASPS)
- No! - (LORD NOOTH) I didn't see anything.
- No foul! Play on! - (CROWD BOOING)
- (GROANS) - No, no. Get up. Play on.
(CROWD BOOS)
(BRIAN) Oh, that's way below the belt.
(GRUNTS)
(SCREAMS)
Chief!
(BRYAN) Oh, caveman down, Brian!
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS LOUDLY)
(GASPS)
(GROANS)
Oh, my leg! Oh, my leg!
Hurts so bad!
(BLOWS WHISTLE) Penalty!
(BRIAN) Jurgend should get a prize for acting.
Chief? Chief?
- Ha! I soon have it fixed. - (GROANING)
Oh, great.
Um... Huh?
Ha. There. Good job.
Come on, that was never a penalty!
(SCOFFS) Fine. Check the replay.
(PUPPETEER) Oh, kick, ahh! Referee!
Oh, my leg! My leg!
(SCREAMS) Oh, no, the crocodile!
Snack, snack, snack. (SCREAMING)
(LORD NOOTH) Oh, terrible foul!
Beating him with sausages!
Shame on you. Definite penalty.
(BLOWS WHISTLE)
(BRIAN) A draw is just not good enough for the primitive part-timers, Bryan.
And now this.
A Real Bronzio penalty
in the dying moments of the match.
(BRYAN) Aye, and the goalie looks in a bad way too.
(CLINKING)
- (GULPS) - (CHIEF BOBNAR, WEAKLY) Dug...
Chief?
I spent my whole life hunting rabbits.
I held you back.
I'm sorry.
I'm so... (GROANING)
Chief?
(SNIFFLES)
Chief! (SOBBING)
- (FARTING) - Huh?
(SNORING)
- (SIGHS) - (GOONA) Dug,
I don't mean to worry you, but what are we going to do for a goalie?
(HOGNOB CLEARS THROAT)
(CROWD CHEERING)
(CHUCKLING)
Hognob?
Okay!
My word. Is that a pig they just put in goal?
Have to say that's rather rash. (CHUCKLES)
- Rasher. Do you get it? Bacon. - Mmm.
I've never missed a penalty.
Not against a pig anyway. (LAUGHING)
(BRIAN) And it looks like it's all over
for this plucky band of knuckle-grazers, Bryan.
(BRYAN) A great effort,
but, in the end, it wasn't quite enough.
(GULPS)
(LAUGHS) Say goodbye to your valley, caveman.
Come on, Hognob.
You can do it.
(BLOWS WHISTLE)
(BRIAN) He's got a trotter to it!
(ALL CHEERING)
(BRYAN) It's still in play, Brian.
(PLAYERS SHOUTING)
(CHIEF BOBNAR) Dug. Dug!
You were always a mammoth-hunter!
Dug! Over here!
(ECHOING) Go hunt mammoth!
Everyone! Give me a hand!
My ball!
Don't crowd me!
(WHIMPERING)
(GRUNTS)
(CROWD CHEERING)
(BRIAN) That is an amazing goal!
- Yay! - (ALL CHEERING)
(CHUCKLES) Look at that.
The giant duck is on the pitch.
- (SQUAWKING) - He thinks it's all over.
(BLOWING WHISTLE)
(BRIAN) It is now!
(ALL CHEERING)
Is this as good as you imagined?
No.
It's better!
Yeah!
Well done, my old hoggy friend!
You cheat!
You are a disgrace to football!
Oh!
- (FLIES BUZZING) - (SNIFFS)
(GROANS)
(SOBBING)
Hmm?
Good game.
Ja.
Well played, caveman.
(QUEEN OOFEEFA) So...
Huh?
You've reminded us how the beautiful game should be played.
As for Lord Nooth...
Nooth? Nooth! Where is that...
- Rat! - Yes, quite! (GASPS)
- Guards! - (GASPS)
Apprehend that rodent!
(LORD NOOTH) So long, suckers!
- (LAUGHING) - (BRIAN) My word, Bryan.
That schnookel-grabbing scoundrel is making off with the profits!
After you.
(BRYAN) Aye, but will he get away?
- (GOONA GRUNTS) - (GROANS)
- (BRYAN) Oh, superb shot! - (BRIAN) And a rebound!
- (GROANS) - Oh, that got him!
Aye, Nooth is on the back foot now, Brian.
- (LORD NOOTH SCREAMING) - Quite literally.
- (WHISTLES) - (COINS CLATTERING)
(LORD NOOTH CONTINUES SCREAMING)
(BRYAN) Look at that.
- Caught by the old bill. - (BRIAN) Oh, Bryan,
that's comedy bronze. Well done, my friend.
- (SQUAWKING) - (COINS CLATTERING)
No! My lovely schnookels!
(SCREAMING)
(GRUNTS)
- (GROANS) - (WOMAN) Yay!
Oh, refund.
That should remind him of the pecking order, eh?
(CHUCKLES) Yeah.
Oh, and, caveman,
I think this is yours.
Symbol of a game sent from heaven.
Thank you, Your...
Bronze Chiefness.
And now, I believe it's time you went home...
to your valley.
We're going home.
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(DUG IMITATING BIRD CALL)
(CLICKING TONGUE)
(CONTINUES IMITATING BIRD CALL)
(IMITATING BIRD CALL)
(CLICKING TONGUE)
(CREATURE ROARS)
(ALL SCREAMING)
(GIGGLING)
(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
♫.. Hey! ..♫
♫.. Now the clouds are starting To part, yeah ..♫
♫.. I feel I'm on my way ..♫
♫.. Now I see the sun is shining ..♫
♫.. Each and every day ..♫
♫.. It's gonna be a good day Good day ..♫
♫.. Now I finally found my way ..♫
♫.. Hey! ..♫
♫.. Up above, the birds are singing ..♫
♫.. Singing just for me ..♫
♫.. No worries now upon my mind ..♫
♫.. No worries I can see ..♫
♫.. It's gonna be a good day Good day ..♫
♫.. Now I finally found my way ..♫
(SINGERS VOCALIZING)
♫.. Now I finally found my way ..♫
♫.. Oh, now I found my way ..♫
(SINGERS VOCALIZING)
♫.. Yeah, now I'm finally on my way ..♫
♫.. It's gonna be a good day Good day ..♫
♫.. Now I finally found my way ..♫
(SINGERS VOCALIZING)
♫.. Do you feel it on the breeze it ..♫
♫.. Whisper in your ear Just to let you know ..♫
♫.. That you can be it If you defeat it ..♫
♫.. I'll be waiting underneath To catch you when you fall ..♫
(SINGERS VOCALIZING)
♫.. I'll be by your side Through the coldest night ..♫
♫.. Together, together, together ..♫
♫.. When your gold turns black My hand on your back ..♫
♫.. Forever, forever, forever ..♫
♫.. 'Cause I got hope, hope, hope More than you know, know, know ..♫
♫.. Deep in my soul, soul, soul ..♫
♫.. So even when my walls come down ..♫
♫.. I know, know, know That I won't choke, choke, choke ..♫
♫.. With every word I wrote ..♫
♫.. I'll sing until my lungs give out like ..♫
(SINGERS VOCALIZING)
♫.. I'll sing until my lungs give out like ..♫
(SINGERS VOCALIZING)
♫.. 'Cause I got hope, hope, hope More than you know, know, know ..♫
♫.. Deep in my soul, soul, soul ..♫
♫.. So even when my walls come down I know, know, know ..♫
♫.. That I won't choke, choke, choke, With every word I wrote ..♫
♫.. I'll sing until my lungs give out like ..♫
(SINGERS VOCALIZING)
♫.. I'll sing until my lungs give out like ..♫
♫.. Hey, yeah ..♫
♫.. One, two, a one, two, three, four ..♫
♫.. All night long Yeah, you've been looking at me ..♫
♫.. Well, you know you're the dance-floor cutie you longed to be ..♫
♫.. Oh, well now you've been Laying it down ..♫
♫.. You got your hips swinging Out of bounds ..♫
♫.. And I like the way you do What you're doing to me ..♫
♫.. That's right, that's right That's right, that's right ..♫
♫.. I really love your tiger light ..♫
♫.. That's neat, that's neat That's neat, that's neat ..♫
♫.. I really love your tiger feet I really love your tiger feet ..♫
♫.. Your tiger feet Your tiger feet ..♫
♫.. Your tiger feet All right! ..♫
♫.. Well, flash your warning lights Just as long as you like ..♫
♫.. I know you're aching To be making me tonight ..♫
♫.. I've got a feeling in my knees A feeling only you can please ..♫
♫.. There ain't no way I'm gonna Let you outta my sight ..♫
♫.. That's right, that's right That's right, that's right ..♫
♫.. I really love your tiger light ..♫
♫.. That's neat, that's neat That's neat, that's neat ..♫
♫.. I really love your tiger feet I really love your tiger feet ..♫
♫.. Your tiger feet ..♫
♫.. Your tiger feet All right! ..♫
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