THREE MEN AND A BOOBY (Ruslan, SVZ) http://www.cdrr.ru
Now let me see...
Celery...
Gooseberrys...
Monterey Jack! What else did Gadget say?
A couple of peanuts, if they're ripe.
Chip said he'd get them.
Hey, hey hey...
Can we hurry this up?
Ea-eh!
Did you get the peanuts yet?
Darn these nuts!
They never stay put!
Oh dear oh dear! Where are you Baby Doll?
Oh, please, this is no time for hide-and-seek!
It's your mamma. Oh, please be here...
What's this?
O-oh! Have you seen my baby booby egg?
Uh, these are all chicken eggs.
You know...
Hey! How'd that bird get in here?
Get away from those eggs!
A-a-a-arh!
We've got to help her.
Milk, yogurt, margarine...
Now where did they hide the blooming cheese?
A-a-a-arh!
Keep out of my store, bird!
A-a-arh! A-a-a-arh!
Hmmm. It fell into the dairy aisle!
Chase it down to me!
A-a-a-arh!
Join me on the express, mates!
A-a-a-arh!
You can't wreck my store
and think you'll get away with it!
Who-a-ah!
Ya-ah-uch!
A-a-a-arh! A-a-a-arh!
A-ah!
Whew!
A-a-a-ah! A-a-a-arh!
This is the last time
I'm flying in the economy seats!
Right down there, Mrs. Booby.
A-a-a-arh! A-a-a-arh!
A-a-a-ah! A-a-a-arh!
Hi, guys! Back from shopping so soon?
Golly, company!
How can we help you?
What were you doing with those eggs?
I was searching for my baby.
He was... A-ah!
Eggnapped!
Ta-ta-ta... A-ah!
Uh-a-a-arh!
A-a-a-arh!
They had taken my precious baby!
I tried to stop them,
but all I could do was hold on!
I held on as long as I could.
It seemed like forever until...
U-a-a-arh!
How terrible!
Well, Rangers, what are we waiting for?
We have an egg to rescue!
Rescue Rangers, away!
You sure this is the direction they were flying?
Well, yes! I think so...
Hold on, mates!
Cast your peepers down there!
That's the thing that stole my egg!
What is it, Zipper?
Goodness! They don't look friendly at all.
Better not take any chances.
Hey, Cruiser, my bird!
What say we cut the recon
and catch some tunes downside?
Righteous idea, Bruiser. Let's jet!
Are we hot or what?
Ah, they're just a couple of cocky showoffs.
They won't be any trouble for us.
Hey, look there!
Must be the egg grabber napper!
We've got to get in there.
But how are we going to get past those hawks?
Well, first, a little distraction.
Follow me, Mrs. Booby.
False alarm.
Hey, there's the boss!
Welcome home, Mr. Dumpty, sir.
My egg! Get!
Have they delivered my booby egg yet?!
The wait has been simply eggscruciating!
Indeed. I believe they placed it in the study.
Gee, I guess he's sort of an egg collector!
Look over there!
This is just terrible!
So many babies taken from their mammas!
Look! There's a place for your egg.
But where is it?
It's eggsclusive, Nog.
Aren't they beautiful, Nog?
And they're all mine!
Mine! Mine!!!
Come. We must notify the Society of Egg Hunters.
Let's get the egg and get out of here.
Come to Mamma!
They have my egg! Stop them!
Take my baby and get him out of here!
What are you going to do?
Don't worry about me!
Save my baby!!!
Whoa! Whoa!
Whouh! Whoa!
Eggselent, Nog. Now put her somewhere safe.
But sir, what about the stolen egg?
Who cares?
We have a real live Coral-Crested Booby!
She'll lay all the eggs I want.
As for those rodent egg-poachers,
the boys will take care of them.
Du-uck!
They're coming back!
Better get a move on, Gadget!
I can't!
We're just not fast enough!
A right bonzer move, Gadget!
But you better step on it before those ostriches
remember that they're hawks.
Don't worry. We'll take care of you.
Don't worry, mates.
It's as safe as a joey in a kangaroo's pouch.
But how are we going to get past those hawks again?
Well, I sort of have an idea!
But Gadget-luv, can you really build a gizmo
that's faster than those hawks?
It doesn't have to be faster.
Just trickier.
The problem is I need time to build it.
So what's the problem?
Who's going to look after the egg?
No problem. They will!
Just right!
The first rule about raising kids
is keep them clean!
Youch!
Well, that Jack was a right smart dodger,
and shinned that beanstalk in a blink!
All right, hand over the lad, boys.
I'm taking him for some fresh morning air.
It's freezing out there!
Yeah. We've got to keep him roasty-toasty.
Look, mates,
I'm the one who knows about babies.
I raised a pack of wild dingo pups
when I was stranded in the outback!
Well, go back out to the outback.
And let the baby get some rest!
Aw, you're coddling the lad.
I'll make a real bird out of him.
You stay away from that...
...egg? It's gone!
Where? Where is he?! Where?
There it is!
Mamma?
Aw-w-w!
Ouch!
Ua-ua-ah!
You dummy! You scared him!
He tried to eat me!
I reckon the little tyke's hungry.
Darned if I know what boobies eat, though.
That's it! Birds eat bugs.
Or nice, fat, juicy worms.
I got him! I got him!
Come and get it!
Oops.
Seeds! Good show mate.
I guess necessity
is the mother of self-preservation.
See, mates?
Once you get the hang of this fathering stuff,
raising a booby is no problem at all.
You can't hold out forever, you know.
Sooner or later! You'll have to lay an egg!
That's just how things work.
What is that?
It's someone after my eggs, isn't it?
Don't scramble yourself, sir.
It's just the front gate.
Now, what is it? What is it?
It appears to be an Easter basket, sir.
How thoughtful!
It must be from an old friend.
Mmm. But you haven't any friends, sir.
Oh, it looks delicious!
Sir, you'll spoil your din-din.
I don't care!
What am I having?
Egg omelet, Eggs Florentine,
Eggs Benedict, with a side order
of deviled... eggs.
My favorite! Ha-ha-ha-ha!
This will be my dessert. Let's go!
The coast is clear.
Well, bust me to Parliament, it worked!
Of course it worked, you big goof.
Think the little guy is all right back at headquarters?
Sure. The little nipper can take care of himself.
How did he get here?
Baby?
Mamma?
Mamma! Mamma!
Oh, you precious darling you!
You were right, Gadget.
Let's go!
Reminds me of
when I stormed the cheese banks at Monte Carlo
with an armored division of Sicilian hamsters.
Just let me at that cage.
Artillery!
This one is for the Parmesan we left behind!
Oh my goodness gracious! Is this safe?
O-oh-oh-oh!
Get those rodents!
They're stealing my bird!
Stop them, block them,
they have my booby bird!
Scramble them, Nog!
With pleasure, sir.
Here's the first assault, mates.
Jelly beans ready!
Fire!
Nog, help me up!
They think they're so smart!
I'll let the boys handle them!
All right! Let's hit it!
Those filthy vermin have stolen my booby bird.
Sic 'em!
Crikey, guess who's coming to dinner!
There's no way out!
Then we make one!
Ramming speed!
Boy! This guy sure likes eggs.
Looks like a dead end, Chipper me lad.
We'll have to go back through the kitchen.
Get away from those eggs!
Come on, Dale!
Oh, those brutes!
Oh, there they, I say we take no prisoners.
Right on, dude. Waste them.
Hey, target coming up.
Duck!
I don't believe it. We did it!
I... don't care any more!
I can get another booby,
but you're not getting out of this house alive!
Not this time.
Zipper! Up there!
Turn up the heat!
Why is it so hot in here?
I don't know, sir...
Oh no...
My eggs!
No... get back, get back in there!
My collection!
It's ruined! Ruined!!!
Head for the airport, Gadget.
We have a couple of boobies to get home.
Oh, thank you!
You've been so good to me and my baby.
Say...
How do you boys feel about boobysitting?
Gadget-luv, I think you'd better step on it.