Zambezia2012

Morton:
Gathering, gathering! Nigel, that includes you. [Nigel looks up, disturbed] Beaks closed, ears open!

Cecil:
Friends, wanderers, marabous! When those Zambezians flocked together, they created an inside!

Morton:
[Supporting every word] Inside!

Cecil:
And an outside!

Morton:
Outside!

Cecil:
And if you hadn't noticed, we are on the outside.

Morton:
Here we are!

Cecil:
The Cold, lonely, Desolate, outside.

Morton:
Hooo Hooo Hooo Hooo Hooo Hooo, [Pretends to be chilly] Frigid Africa.

Cecil:
And why?

Morton:
Don't know, it's a mystery! [Gets slapped by Cecil]

Cecil:
Because, they didn't like the look of us.

Marabous:
And what is wrong with what we look like?

Cecil:
They just want their little tree-house all to themselves! How sporty is that!

Morton:
Very sporty! [Gets slapped again]

Cecil:
Not very!

Morton:
No! terrible!