Babar, Season 2

Babar:
So, after going through all that trouble, I found out the best gifts are the ones that come from the heart. So tell me, what have you decided?

[The triplets confer]

Flora:
We know what we're gonna get mama now.

Alexander:
Something really special!

Pom:
Something just from us!

Babar:
Wonderful. What is it?

Triplets:
A toaster! [run off giggling]

Babar:
A toaster. That's what I was gonna get her.

Basil:
[after Rataxes saves Babar and Zephir from quicksand] You did it, your rhigness! You saved them! What a guy!

Rataxes:
Quiet, Basil. I-I don't want it to get around!

Young Babar:
What am I gonna do? Everyone has a gift for Madame, except me.

Zephir:
That shouldn't be a problem for a king, Babar. Just name it, and it's yours! I mean, hers! I mean, yours to give to her! How about an electric rocking chair?

Young Celeste:
Or a bathtub full of perfume?

Zephir:
Or a four-banana toaster?

Young Celeste:
"A four-banana toaster?"

Zephir:
Well, she could use it when I came over!

Marcel:
I told you to wait your turn, hose-nose!

Young Babar:
For the last time, its called a trunk, and when I'm finished, you're both going to wish you had one... All for one, and one for all! En garde!

Young Babar:
Now, if there are any more who would challenge the one musketeer, let him step forward!

[The school kids run toward him]

Young Babar:
One at a time, one at a time!

Young Arthur:
You asked Celeste and Zephir to play with us? But they're still mad at each other!

Young Babar:
I know, but I thought maybe this would be a way for them to bury the hatchet.

Young Celeste:
Hi, Babar! Arthur!

Young Babar:
Hi, Celeste. I'm glad you made it.

Young Celeste:
Me too. I need something to take my mind off that darn Zephir!

Young Arthur:
[about the tennis racquets] Good thing these aren't hatchets...

Young Celeste:
This accident was all your fault!

Zephir:
My fault? My fault?!

Young Celeste:
See? He admitted it!

Young Babar:
Celeste, after hearing both testimonies, you leave me no choice but to find you: Guilty! [bangs gavel] I hereby sentence you to ten years in the dungeon!

Young Celeste:
Ooohh! [faints]

Zephir:
Ten years?!

Cornelius:
I object! The sentence is much too harsh! Besides, we don't have a dungeon!

Young Babar:
We need you and your men to search the palace.

Cornelius:
And the city.

Pompadour:
And the forest.

Fire Chief:
Right. And if we find any fires, we'll put 'em out!

Young Babar:
No, we want you to search for King Tuttle.

Fire Chief:
Is he on fire?

Young Babar:
No.

Fire Chief:
Then who's on fire?

Young Babar:
Nobody's on fire!

Fire Chief:
Right! Then our job here is done!

Alexander and Flora:
♪ A sailing we will go, ♪

♪ A sailing we will go, ♪

♪ High-ho the merry-o, ♪

♪ A sailing we will go! ♪

Pom:
Avast, ye swabs! Stow that racket, or else you'll taste the wrath of Greenbeard the pirate!

Alexander and Flora:
"Greenbeard"?

Pom:
All the other colors were used up!

Marty:
[about Babar's first test] All ya gotta do is sit in this tyre and roll down Thrill Hill. Sorry, JC...

JC:
It's like Marty was saying. Just roll down the hill in this tyre.

Babar:
[sees a small hill] That's Thrill Hill? It doesn't look so bad!

Marty:
Not that hill.

[Marty points to a steeper hill]

Babar:
Oh, that hill. Couldn't I just take a written test instead?

Rataxes:
What happened?

Young Babar:
What happened? You rammed us, that's what happened!

Rataxes:
I rammed you?!

Young Babar:
Well, at least you're big enough to admit it!

Basil:
Pedal, two, three, four! Pump, two, three, let's kick...

Rataxes:
Please shut your face, two three, four!

Cheetah:
That's oil, folks!

Babar:
As Cornelius would say: "Slow and steady..."

Arthur:
Wins the race?

Babar:
Nope, keeps us from crashing!

General Pomire:
I hate spunk! What do you think those crates say?

Rufus:
It says “G-A-M-E-S”. Games.

General Pomire:
WRONG! That’s what they want us to think it says. I’ll tell you what it says: “G-A-M-E-S”! [reads the text on the boat] Gonna Attack My Enemies Soon!

Rufus:
Wow! It was in code.

Cornelius:
King Babar, This is terrible!

Pompadour:
[while showing the paper to Young Babar] This is awful! It’s plan 42-H!

Young Babar:
What in the world is plan 42-H?

Cornelius and Pompadour:
Rhinoland has just declared war on Celesteville!

[Young Babar gasps as scene fades to black]

Rataxes:
Babar! What are you doing in here?

Young Babar:
About 50 years! I wanna talk to you!

Rataxes:
Save it. We gotta get you home and fast

Cornelius:
Excellent news!

Pompadour:
King Babar has stopped the war?

Cornelius:
Even better: Our supplies for the amusement park have arrived!

Pompadour:
[sarcastically] Oh, goody.

Cornelius:
[clears throat] You sent for us, Babar?

Young Babar:
Hi! I...

Pompadour:
Before you say anything sire, I have a signed note from Doctor Cabaloose, excusing me from any further ride-testing duties; Some kind of inner-ear thing.

Cornelius:
I don't believe it! [whispers] Where I can get one?

Cornelius:
How ever did you manage it?

Young Babar:
With a little luck, Cornelius. And thought a help from Rataxes.

Young Babar:
Lunch? That was the extra urgent, top secret business I had to attend to?

Cornelius:
Proper nutrition is always a top priority, Babar.

Pompadour:
And top secret because we wouldn't want it known that the king of Celesteville still prefers his crusts cut off.

Young Babar:
Good point.

Young Babar:
I think I'm hungry. Let's get something to eat. My Treat. [Scene Transitions to the Pizza Parlor] Hello. Can we have some service, please?

Cornelius:
What can I get you?

Young Babar:
Nothing [Walks towards Celeste] Come on Celeste.

Young Celeste:
Babar! I thought you were hungry.

Young Babar:
Look. What a cute baby.

Young Celeste:
Yes, he is cute. Hello there baby.

[Baby turns around, only to be revealed as Troubadour in disguise, he then closes the crib]

Young Babar:
Cute. And Clever, too.

Pompadour:
He's a gifted child.

Young Babar:
Let's go Celeste.

Young Celeste:
Wait a minute. I think I know that woman. [They trip over a bowl of fruit]

Cornelius:
My Tusks, this is unfortunate.

Young Celeste:
Ah-ha! I thought so. All right, What's going on?

Pompadour:
We aren't at liberty to explain!

Cornelius:
We have strict orders from King Babar to remain out of sight.

Young Celeste:
Babar, I thought you told them to leave us alone

Young Babar:
I did... at first, then they kinda insisted on coming along. You see, there was this poster of me with the...

Young Celeste:
I don't care! Obviously you don't think we can have fun without them tagging along! I'm going home.

Young Babar:
No, Celeste, wait! Wait, let me apologize!

[Cornelius, Pompadour and Troubadour follow]

Young Babar:
[turns to Cornelius, Pompadour and Troubadour] Where do you think you're going?

Cornelius:
We're going with you.

Young Babar:
Oh, no you're not. Celeste is mad enough already! I've gotta straighten this out with her. Alone.

Pompadour:
But, sire! Your life is in danger.

Cornelius and Pompadour:
Somebody is out to get you!

Young Babar:
[sighs] Oh look! A flock of turtles!

Cornelius and Pompadour:
Where?

[Young Babar zips out]

Young Babar:
Celeste? You're the kingnapper?

Young Celeste:
Yep. This was the only way to save you from Cornelius and Pompadour. And it worked! (turns Young Babar toward a table) French fries for two!

Young Babar:
Wow, you did all this just to see me? You must really be hung up on old Babar!

Young Celeste:
Hah! What about you? You're the one who planned his own kingnapping just to see me!

Young Babar:
Okay, we both like each other the same. Agreed?

Young Celeste:
Agreed.

Zephir:
Just my luck, not a rhino in sight. [Looks through Telescope]

Young Babar:
Rampage!

Zephir:
Ah, The Rhinos are attacking! [recorded battle charge sounds mid-dialogue] The Rhinos are really here!

[Young Babar roars]

[Zephir Screams]

[Scene cuts to inside the palace where Cornelius and Pompadour are reading newspaper]

Cornelius:
[while battle charge sounds continue] I say Pompadour, isn't that the Peanut Patch alarm again?

Pompadour:
I do believe it is Cornelius.

Cornelius:
Trade Sections?

Pompadour:
Yes, thank you.

Cornelius:
My tusks! The royal peanut patch, ruined!

Pompadour:
No more peanut butter nouveau! [sobs] It's all because of that callous prankster!

Young Babar:
No, Pompadour. It was my fault. It was the wrong way to teach Zephir a lesson. I should have clobbered him!

Zephir:
Hey, wait! [runs off]

Young Babar:
[gives chase] Stand still! Uncle Arthur: I was just doing Zephir a favour. He put me up to this. Ask him.

[The children go into the basement]

Flora:
You don't think there are any big bugs down here, do you?

Alexander:
Nah! If there were, the monster would have eaten 'em already.

Pom:
Monster don't eat everything, you know.

Alexander:
Everything but broccoli; You've gotta respect them for that!

Rataxes:
Okay, I want that stamp, And I want it now.

Basil:
[clear his throat]

Alexander:
The stamp? [the stamp shows us a picture of Rataxes wearing a lady's hat] The stamp!

Pompadour:
If I've told you once, I've told you thrice. We have no idea as to the whereabouts of your silly stamp.

Basil:
Perhaps we should get while the getting's good, sir.

[Pompadour, Flora and Pom smile]

Rataxes:
[hands Basil the desk lamp] Not until I get that stamp. It makes me look like a fool, [off-screen] the laughing stock of the entire forest!

Pompadour:
I should think you're used to that!

[Rataxes picks up Isabelle]

Rataxes:
The stamp! Oh, I could just kiss you for this, kid! [Isabelle puckers up] Er... kiss the kid for me, would you Basil?

[Basil holds Isabelle]

Alexander:
That's our stamp!

[Rataxes licks the stamp and sticks it to his head]

Rataxes:
[laughs evilly]

Rataxes:
Hurry up, Basil. I wanna go home!

Basil:
You mean the mission's over? No more self-sacrifice for the good of mankind?

Rataxes:
Listen, I'm all for self-sacrifice. But if there's nothing in it for me, forget it!

[The kids and Celeste get into the balloon]

Babar:
You're next, Pompadour.

Pompadour:
Sire, I must protest! Proper protocol demands that...

Babar:
Move it, Pompadour!

Pompadour:
Moving it, sire!

Celeste:
Madame, please take Isabelle home. There must be something I can do to help.

Babar:
How do we get up there?

Balloon Ride Operator:
But your majesties, you don't understand the dangers! The wind, the rain, the lightning!

Celeste:
[to the operator, angry] My children don't understand the dangers either, but they're out there just the same! That's when my husband and I are going! With or without your help.