Rat:
[
Brushing the stain on Badger's coat] We can get that out with a bit of salt.
Mole:
Dog food factory!
Mole:
I can't throw for toffee!
The Judge:
Would the prosecution like add something?
The Prosecution Counsel:
No, Your Honour. But I would like to wag my finger at the accused a few times.
The Judge:
Go ahead.
[
Prosecution walks over importantly and tut-tuts Toad]
Toad:
[
imitating the motor-car] Poop poop!
The Jailer's Daughter:
I made bubble-and-squeak.
Toad:
What do I care for the pleasures of the flesh!
The Jailer's Daughter:
I'll take it away, then...
Toad:
No! We wouldn't want to waste it.
The Judge:
Before I pass sentence, will the jury care to find him guilty?
Rat:
Wait. One of those wabbits is a weasel.
Chief Weasel:
No I'm not. I'm a rabbit!
The Judge:
[
to the jury] Is he a rabbit?
Chief Weasel:
[
whispers] Say I'm a rabbit.
[
Rabbits all nod, say "Rabbit" and stroke their long ears]
Rat:
That weasel is never a wabbit!
Motor car salesman:
Mr Toad owes me... money.
[
grins]
Badger:
May I make a proposition?
Motor car salesman:
We're always open to a deal...
Badger:
If you remove these machines forthwith, I promise not to insert one portion of them into any part of your anatomy...
Rat:
I say! Badger!
St John Weasel:
[
as Badger comes across the walk bay throwingg the weasels off the side] Oh! Steady on! Listen N... n... no... n... Calm down! n... n... no
Mole:
[
Badger has thrown three weasels off] I say! Badger!
St John Weasel:
[
backing up with Badger walking towards him] I... I'm not really a weasel... I'm a rabbit
[
does rabbit teeth]
St John Weasel:
They forced me to work he and you saved me, oh thank you, thank you!
Badger:
Shut up! Keep moving!
Mole:
[
pointing the gun at St John] You destroyed my home to build a dog meat factory.
St John Weasel:
[
hands up] The area needs one. Our market research shows...
Mole:
You put my friends in a mincer!
St John Weasel:
Just a harmless joke!
St John Weasel:
[
dangling with Mole, Rat, Badger and Toad above the mincer] Oh mummy weasel I'm going to get minced!
Chief Weasel:
[
shouting at the drunk weasels] I'm blowing up this place in ten minutes whether or not you lot are out of it!
The Judge:
Very well, How do you find the accused?
All Weasels:
[
all together shout] Guilty!
The Judge:
I'm asking the Jury! Yes...
Chief Weasel:
[
whispering to the Jury] Say guilty!
Rabbit Jury:
Guilty
St John Weasel:
You've only got one shot. Give me the gun... and we'll all be friends!
Mole:
Friends? Thought you said there was no such thing
St John Weasel:
Oh come on! That was just the intro to a song!
Chief Weasel:
Wait!
[
presses stop button]
Chief Weasel:
I've got a better recipe. Put 'em all in together.
St John Weasel:
[
Rat's whiskers frazzle] Oolala tres haut cuisine!
Chief Weasel:
Shut Up!
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