Puppetoon Movie, The (1987)

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[silence]

[ominous music playing]

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[ominous music playing] [crickets chirping]

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[ominous music keeps] [birds chirping]

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[ominous music playing]

[birds chirping]

[sudden animal screeching]

[Arnie roaring]

[continuous roaring]

[screeching and roaring stop]

[Arnie laughs]

Roarrr!

[dinosaur coughs]

Oh, gosh.

This just isn't right.

Listen,

you'd better run away...

I really don't wanna have to eat you.

- Cut!

Cut!

[music starts playing]

Stop the camera!

Stop the camera!

[music keeps playing]

Arnie,

where does it say in

the script to tell Barbara

here to run away?

- Oh, I'm sorry, Gumby...

I just can't do it!

You know I don't eat meat.

- You don't have to really eat her...

you're just acting fer gosh sakes.

That's a wrap, everyone...

take a break.

[foot steps]

- Gumby,

weren't you a little hard on Arnie?

- I've got a movie to make, Pokey...

what can I do?

- He seems quite sensitive to me.

You'd better talk it out.

- What's bothering you, Arnie?

- I can't play this part, Gumby...

it's just not me.

- Have you ever had this problem before?

- Only once...

when I accidentally stepped on a frog.

- I don't get it.

Dinosaurs like you are supposed to be

ferocious creatures.

- I know...

I was once...

[stomps]

But then I worked as a stand-in

in one of George Pal's movies

and I haven't been the same since.

- You mean George

"THE PUPPETOONS" Pal?

How did that change your delivery?

- George Pal taught me everything I know.

His films were so positive.

He showed me that even a villain

can have a good side...

I guess

that's when I became a vegetarian.

- Arnie has a good point, Gumby.

Come to think of it,

George Pal's Puppetoons

were a big influence in my life, too.

- Oh, no...

not you, too!

- Sure, Gumby.

The Puppetoons is where it all started.

George Pal had more to do

with all of us than you think.

- Really?

- You know, without George

some of us might never have been born.

- Wow, that's heavy...

but I still don't quite...

- Pokey,

I think we better give

Gumby a little sample

of what I mean.

- Couldn't hurt.

[music starts playing]

[door opens]

- Ready, Gumby?

- All set, Arnie.

- Can you get the lights, Pokey?

- Sure.

[light clicks off]

[film starts rolling]

- You watch, Gumby,

and we'll talk delivery later.

[click]

[music starts playing]

The story of George Pal,

is as unique as any in the magical world

of the animated film.

George really worked miracles for us.

His big idea of animating

three-dimensional characters

known as PUPPETOONS

came to life at his

Eindhoven studios in Holland

over fifty years ago.

[music starts playing]

The most impossible visions

took the movie screens of Europe by storm.

George Pal became the merchant of fantasy

to Europeans

just as Walt Disney was to Americans.

George later went on to the

United States

and set up the first animated

puppet film factory in Hollywood.

And a new form of magic

was born into the world.

- Gosh Arnie,

that's really something...

but now what?

- For the next hour and a half

sit back and relax, Gumby...

because, THIS IS...

THE PUPPETOON MOVIE.

[intro music plays]

[music continues playing]

[violin plays]

[motorcycle passes by]

Hmmm...

Ha, Ha!

[music continues playing]

Ooh.

[clang]

[metal clinks]

[swooshing sound]

[crash]

[clang]

[levitating sound]

[man blows]

[baton tapping]

[violin starts playing]

[audience applauding]

Ladies and a-peopless...

we have with us tonight

that great star of stage-a and screen...

th-that-that man...

that man you all...

[music intensity increases]

that man you all know...

that Mr...

Mr...

Mr...

Quiet!

Quiet!!!

QUIET!!!

[music stops]

[clears throat]

Excuse it please.

Thank you.

[clears throat]

My friend,

could you 'fiddle-la' not so loud

while I 'talka' To The PEOPLESS.

Please.

- Humph.

- My friends...

I'd like to acquaint

you to that great actor,

composer

and handiesman

with the arts...

Misters Jim Dandy!

Ah, Mr. Dandy.

Oh-Oh Mr. Dandy.

Oh, there you are.

Ah.

First, I make Mr. Jims Dandy a gypsy.

[clonk]

There!

[clears throat]

MISTER DANDY

WILL NOW SYNCOPATION

WITHS-A-GYPSIES.

- All right...

let's swing it.

A one, A two, A three, A four

[music plays]

[music continues playing]

[audience clapping and shouting]

- She wore a little jacket of blue

She kept a little jacket of blue

And all the sailors knew

That's why she wore a jacket of blue

She asks the leaves that fell from the tree

She asks the breeze that came from the sea

Where can my lover be

Oh, won't you send him homeward to me.

And when we board each whaler

She would say to every sailor

Tell me true

Where is my boy in blue?

Tell me true

Tell me what I can do

The truth they never told her

But they tried their best to console her.

Day by day

Until she wasted away.

Day by day

[bottles falling]

[loud crashes]

- Til she wasted away

She wore a little jacket of blue

She kept a little jacket of blue

And all the sailors knew

That's why she wore a jacket of blue

[audience clapping]

- I saw the Harbor Lights

They only told me we were parting

The same old Harbor Lights

That once brought you to me.

I watched the Harbor Lights

How could I help if tears were starting

Goodbye to tender nights

Beside the silvery sea.

I long to hold you near

And kiss you just once more

But you were on the ship

And I was on the shore.

Now I know lonely nights

For all the while my heart is whispering

Somehow the Harbor Lights

Will steal your love from me.

[music continues playing]

[brass instruments playing]

- Oh the rhythm's okay in Harlem

And the melody's hot

Yeah, the rhythm's okay in Harlem

Cuz what it takes they've got.

The rhythm's okay in Harlem

And they're streaking along

Yeah, the rhythm's okay in Harlem

Cuz rhythm's Harlem's song.

Hear those brass men play it.

Once that music gets you

One that Harlem's met you

[loud train noise]

Cuz the rhythm in Harlem's hot.

Oh the rhythm's okay in Harlem

And we're swingin' along

Oh, the rhythm's okay in Harlem

For rhythm's

our

song.

[guitar plays]

- A-haa...

an island.

[raft bumping]

[hammering noises]

[ukulele playing]

Mmm...

seems I'm not alone.

[Hawaiian music playing]

- Hello-a.

Hello-a.

A hoola molahe-ne.

[laughs]

You walk the hula...

me...

dance hula hula.

- I'm Jim Dandy...

uh...

Just Jim to you.

You're Miss Livingston, I presume.

- No, no.

Me... Saron, Saron.

- I'm charmed to make you acquaintance,

mademoiselle.

[smack kiss]

[Hawaiian song plays in background]

[men cheering and laughing]

[coconuts falling]

[woman laughing]

- Oh, wait for me.

[hard breathing]

[water splashing]

[Hawaiian song continues playing]

[water splashes]

- Do you see what I see?

- I can't see nothing.

Oh boy!

Oh boy!

- Say,

she'll do.

- To the volcano.

Let's take her to the volcano.

- Good!

[woman yells]

- Help!

[water splashes]

- Over my dead body!

- O-kay...

[squishing sound]

- An island's life's the life for me

Where girls are fair and fancy free

And all the clothes a lady needs

Are a bunch of grass

and a string of beads.

Ah... a patient.

Knock, knock.

- Who is there?

- The doctor.

- Oh, doctor.

They take away my girl

and I'm too tired to fight.

I even wake up tired.

- Don't worry, young fellow me lad.

I'll soon put you right.

Gentlemen,

this is a clear case of night starvation.

Now, I want you to give

him Horlicks every night...

[man gulping]

Every night mark you...

[man gulping]

and in six weeks, he'll be a new man.

[music playing]

- The sacrifice.

[Tarzan yell]

[Hawaiian song plays]

- Help!

[men running]

[thunder roaring]

Look out.

- Now, folks, this is the big fight.

The seconds are out of the ring.

They're out of the corners.

Wham...

Gee did he get his!

They're in a clinch.

He got him.

He got him!!

Did you see that?

He's groggy.

No, he's not.

This is terrific!

You ought to be here!

Boy, is this a fight.

They're on the ropes.

He's down...

he's down.

No, he's not.

Now, he's up.

Now, he's down.

Now, his hat's off.

Now, I'm...

good-bye.

[Hawaiian song starts playing]

[intro music playing]

[birds whistling] [lute playing]

[birds whistling] [lute playing]

[witch laughing]

[witch laughing]

Ahh.

- Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

[muffled voice]

[man singing]

[man singing]

[man singing]

[man singing]

[man sneezes]

[witch laughing]

[horse galloping]

[striking of match]

[screeching sound]

[b*mb exploding]

[honking]

[crash]

[car screeching]

[radio plays]

- Ah!

- Ah!

[wedding music plays]

[accordion starts playing]

- Phew.

[door opens]

[feet tapping]

[music starts playing]

[feet tapping]

[feet tapping]

[feet tapping]

[sudden loud music] [b*mb expl*si*n]

[screwballs running]

[metal rattling]

[door and window closes]

[airplanes flying]

[engine roaring]

[b*mb falling]

[loud expl*si*n]

[continuous expl*si*n]

[tanks falling from sky]

[tank dropping]

[loud expl*si*n]

[loud expl*si*n]

- Janette...

Janette!

Janette!!

[crashing sound]

[tank screeching]

[melancholic sound playing]

[sudden thunder]

[raindrops falling]

[thunder sound]

[metal clanking]

[electrocuting sound]

[airplanes falling from sky]

[crash]

- Rust.

[running]

Rust.

[metal clinking]

Rust!!

[heavy metal crushing]

[metal rattling]

[accordion softly plays]

Jan.

Janette!

[music starts playing]

[intro music plays]

[Punchy whistling]

- Well, kiddies,

once upon a time

in a pretty little garden,

in a right pretty cottage,

a very,

very

pretty girl named Judy lived

under very, very pe-culiar circumstances.

Now,

this little cutie bug never

showed hide nor hair of herself

unless the weather was fair.

Why?

Cuz she worked in one of them...

weatherclocks.

Yep, yes sir. [cough]

Well,

right smack dab next

door was a young feller

named Punchy who also lived under very,

very,

pe-culiar circumstances.

He never stuck his nose outside

unless the weather was so bad

it wasn't even worth talkin' about.

[sudden thunder]

Nope,

his job was tellin' us what

kind of weather we're havin'

[bells jingling]

[wind blowing]

Now

this kind of stuff been

goin' on fer a long,

long time.

But

even under the most pe-culiar circumstances

any girl critter with an hourglass figure

wants to make every minute count.

[popping sound]

But-ah-

nothing ever happened.

Why?

Tell ya.

Cuz this young feller had

more brains in his little finger

than he had in his head.

So Judy knows right off

that he's kind of a critter

that got to be hit by a truck.

Yes, sir indeed-de.

So,

for a truck, she wore some

kind of gingham get-up,

a cut on a right smark bias,

ah with a bare midrif...

that means her stomach showed.

But, ah,

Judy knows that ah, he had a sixth sense...

even though there weren't

no sign of the other five.

So, she hit him again...

with a new furcoat...

mink, I think.

In fact, she was always

a-goin' around actin' like a girl,

doing all kinds of girl stuff...

like drenched in them

there sweet smellins like...

um...

perfurme de la Slam,

Bam and a new one called,

Wham!

Which is absolutely guaranteed to drive us

young fellers stark ravin'

mad 'er get your money back.

[popping sound]

But-um-

that didn't quite hit

the nail on the crown.

So,

Judy wore blue sweaters

to bring out her eyes...

[hitting wood]

and she smacked him with some of those

high octane bathin' bloomers...

and that did it.

[Punchy springing back up]

- Awoo!

[punching wood]

[Punchy barking]

[crashing sound]

[suddenly stops]

- Nope...

No... duty calls.

[door closes]

Well,

things got nowhere fast.

Punchy was still in a fog.

But that wasn't bad enough.

No, sir...

a big blow had to horn in...

[thunder roaring]

[window opens]

[electrocuting sound]

- Oh!

Help!

[horn blowing]

[Punchy starts playing music]

- You know, that ain't bad.

[crash]

[water running]

[clanking sound]

[wood breaking]

[swooshing]

[loud crash]

- So, ya know,

Punchy took Judy over to his house.

But the young feller didn't know what a

big step he's was

a-takin' over that threshold.

Cuz, it only made the

very peculiar circumstances

more peculiar.

[sudden knocking]

[door opens]

- We are gathered here together

to join this boy and this girl...

[wedding music starts playing]

Well,

you know that young feller

doesn't know to this day

what happened to him...

Hmmm...

all he knows is...

he likes it.

Now, when it rains,

[ding]

why, Punchy and Judy just stay inside...

which is exactly what all young fellers

and all pretty girls should do

when circumstances are...

perfect.

[music starts playing]

[intro music plays]

- The whistles was blowin'

on the heels of the storm

The night was dark-clouded

and the weather was warm

The tree tops was huddled

together in the night.

And the wind kinda whispered...

like a scared wind might.

[wind blowing]

- John

Henry

- It was forty-eight hours

from evenin' til morn

On that big black night

when John Henry was born

[woman wailing]

- John

Henry

[thunder roaring]

[wind howling]

John Henry.

John Henry was big.

John Henry was strong

He was four foot wide

And twelve foot long

He had muscles of steel

He was fixin' to work

Just the minute he was born

John

Henry

- My name's John Henry, woman.

- Pleased ta know ya son.

I's your ma.

- And the boy John Henry

never lived by the rule

The valley was his home

and the river his school

[train whistling]

But when he first saw the railroad

with its tracks of steel.

When he first saw the engine

with its mighty wheel

He knew this was his callin' -

rail road tracks was his sign

And John Henry went to work

on the C & O Line.

[continuous hammering]

- I've been working on the railroad

- My name's John Henry.

I got muscles of steel and I was

born three weeks ago.

I reckon it's about time

I got around to workin'

[hammering sound]

- But there was trouble in the offin'

For the steel drivin' men

For the railroad bought an engine

Could do the work of ten

An engine that could hammer

While the steel sparks flew

An engine most inhuman

called the

Inky Poo

[loud hammering]

- Whatta we going to do?

- The engine's going to take our jobs away!

- How we going to drive steel

when the engine does it better?

- Faster!

- Quicker!

- Deeper!

- Harder!

[hammering continues]

[engine whistles]

- Just leave everything to me.

- Whatcha going to do?

- Name is John Henry. I

aim to show up that engine.

- The Inky Poo?

- How you going to do

that, Mr. Steel Drivin' Man?

- With my two bare hands,

with my thirty-pound hammers.

- But the Inky Poo's

an engine... a machine.

- You can't beat an engine.

The man ain't born that

can't beat a machine.

- Ain't no machine made can beat a man

once a man's got a mind

he can beat that machine.

[singing]

- John Henry

- The sun was blazin' from the sky of blue

On the day John Henry met the Inky Poo

The Big Bend Tunnel

was the place they'd set

For the steel drivin' race

Man would never forget

To see young John Henry

match his muscles and might

Against the Inky Poo

in a workin' fight

[engine whistling]

[audience cheering]

[hammering starts]

[hammering intensifies]

- You can't do it, John Henry!

- Got to do it, woman!

- But you'll be hurt! You'll be k*lled!

- Stop fussin' at me, woman!

I can't stand a fussed woman!

[hammering continues]

- No, John Henry, no.

[fierce hammering]

[engine whistles]

[audience cheering]

- He beat the machine!

- He drove more steel...

- than a steel drivin' engine.

[woman suddenly screams]

[commotion starts]

- John Henry is dead.

[singing starts]

- John Henry was big

John Henry was strong

He was four foot wide

And twelve foot long

- No, John Henry, no!

He picked up his hammers

And laid 'em down

And he never got up

From the cold, cold ground.

- Now, you know and I know

History has a way

Of makin' big men bigger

And strong men stronger.

And even if John Henry wasn't as big

As the stories say he was big

Or as strong as stories say he was strong

He was still a mighty man

A steel drivin' man

Who worked with his hammers

In the Blazin' Sun

AND IN THE POURIN' RAIN

DRIVIN' HIS STEEL -

BUILDIN' THE RAILROAD

BUILDIN' THE COUNTRY

That's him...

John Henry...

The American workin' man.

John Henry didn't die back there

at Big Bend Tunnel.

He just showed that a man can do

anything that a machine can do

if a man only has a mind to do it.

No... John Henry didn't die.

He just stopped livin'

in his mammy's shack there beside the river

and the railroad track...

and he started livin'

in the hearts of men...

Forever and a day.

[singing starts]

- I want to cross over into heaven.

[music starts playing]

[music continues playing]

[laughing]

- When we are married

They'll be sausage for tea

Then we shall be

Happy as can be

When we are married

They'll be sausage for tea

Sausage for you and me

[plates breaking]

[audience laughing]

[waltz music playing]

[music changing]

[orchestra playing]

Tonight I mustn't think of him

Music, maestro, please

Tonight, tonight I must forget

Those precious hours

No hearts and flowers

Play a lilting melody

Jazztime, Ragtime, Swing

Any old thing to help me ease the pain

That solitude can bring

[music keeps playing]

[intro music playing]

[popping sound]

[heavy rainfall]

[cars passing by]

[loud thunder]

[sudden thunder]

[clocks ticking]

[popping sound]

[swooshing]

[tugging]

[sudden crash]

[cuckoo]

- Seven, eight, nine,

ten, eleven, twelve...

[cuckoo]

thirteen!

Oooh!!

- Now once there was a little old man

With a funny, crooked nose

He ran an old time pawnshop

And they called him Old Man Mose

One night, when he was closin' up

There was a stealthy tread

Someone stole up behind his back

And smacked him on the head

Now, I believe

Yes, I believe

I do believe

That Old Man Mose is dead

[continues tugging on door]

[piano starts playing]

[music plays]

[smacking]

[trumpets playing]

[trumpets playing]

[trumpets playing]

[thumps]

[growls]

[trumpets playing]

[bangs]

[stomping]

[music intensifies]

[tugging on door]

- What's goin' on in there?

[knocking]

Open the door!

Who's makin' all that racket?

[shuffling]

Wake up.

[swooshing]

You alright Moe.

- It was quiet around

here until you come along.

Just enjoying a quiet little nap.

[yawns]

Good night.

[intro music playing]

- Once upon a time,

there was an orchestra

which was all busy tuning up.

First, the oboe gave his A.

To the strings.

To the woodwinds.

To the brass.

Up and around the scales they raced,

helter-skelter,

faster and faster.

[music playing]

All but Tubby the Tuba.

A fat little tuba...

Puffing away...

But, oh, so slow.

- Oh, what lovely music.

Thought Tubby...

and sighed.

- Well, what's the matter?

Said People the Piccolo.

- Oh...

Said Tubby.

- Every time we do a new piece,

you all get such pretty melodies to play

and I...

never, never a pretty melody.

- But people don't write

pretty melodies for tubas,

it just isn't done.

[conductor tapping]

Oh, there's the conductor.

Sssh!

First the violins danced

the lovely little tune.

[violins start playing]

Then the woodwinds picked it up.

[woodwinds start playing]

Our turn tooted the trumpets.

[trumpets playing]

And the rest joined in!

[orchestral music playing]

[conductor tapping]

- Tubby...

said the conductor.

Tubby!

- Whew!

- Tubby, what's the matter?

- Please, sir.

I thought it would be so nice to dance with

the pretty little tune instead of going,

oom-pah, oom, pah...

all the time.

- Dance...

laughed the violins.

- Dance, well really!

And the french horn put his

hand to his mouth and snickered.

The whole orchestra began to laugh.

[laughter]

- Stop it!

Cried the conductor.

Stop it, I say!

Tubby!

- Please, sir.

I wasn't laughing.

[music sheet closes]

Rehearsal was over

and Tubby went to the river

and sat down on a log

and looked at himself in the water.

- Ah, hmmm.

[clears throat]

Barg up, barg up.

Lovely evening.

Barg up, barg up.

I said lovely evening.

Clunk, clunk.

Clunk, clunk.

I said beau-ti-ful evening.

Hello, bug up.

Hello, bug up.

Hellooo.

- But, Tubby just sat.

- Oh, well, if I'm not wanted...

[water splashes]

- Oh!

Cried Tubby.

Please, Mr. Frog, please come back.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to be impolite.

- Oh, that's alright.

I'm used to it.

No one pays any attention to me either.

- Really?

- Why, of course.

Every night, I sit here

and sing my heart out

But does anyone listen to me?

No.

- Can you sing?

- Can I sing? Listen.

[frog starts singing]

- Oh! That's lovely...

said Tubby.

- Now, you try it.

Said the frog.

[Tubby claps]

- Oh... thank you.

Said Tubby.

[Tubby starts playing]

- Say, you're a very fine tuba.

Do you know it, Tubby?

- You know, you should try that with

your orchestra sometime.

- Oh, I will!

[swooshing]

Goodbye, Mr. Frog.

And off went Tubby as

happy as happy could be.

The next day the orchestra

was busy tuning up

and buzzing with excitement

over the arrival of the

great new conductor,

Senior Pizzacato.

[orchesta playing]

[clapping]

- Alright!

Begin!

[Tubby starts playing]

- Oh, that wretched tuba.

- He'll disgrace us!

- The trombone struck out its tongue.

And the trumpets snickered.

- Tubby!

Said Senior Pizzacato.

- Tubby.

I've never heard a tuba

play a melody before.

Let's hear the rest of it.

- Ooooh...

Said Tubby.

[Tubby continues playing]

- Why, how perfectly wonderful.

- Please, Tubby,

may we sing your song too?

[violins start playing]

- How about us?

Cried the xylophones.

[xylophones start playing]

- And me!

Said the trombone.

[trombone plays]

- May I?

Said the Celeste.

[Celeste starts playing]

- Here I come.

Said People.

[Piccolo plays]

- And they all played!

[full orchestra playing]

- Well, we've done it, haven't we, Tubby?

We have our points too, don't we?

- Oh...

how happy I am!

[music plays]

- Where's Gumby?

- Hey there, fellas!

Here I am!

- Gumby?

How did you get in there?

- Be right out, fellas.

[light switches on]

[pop]

- Sorry for getting carried away,

but I just had to get into the act.

- Well,

I hope you now understand

why I can't eat little Barbara here.

- Sure, Arnie...

instead of having her for dinner

maybe you should take her out for dinner.

[laughter]

- Well, Gumby...

we'd better go out to the set and

finish your movie.

- Right, Pokey...

come on everyone!

[door opens]

OH, MY GOSH!

- Hi...

[giggles]

We came by to thank George Pal, too.

[xylophone plays]

- George made it possible

for all of us to be stars.

- George Pal...

here's to you!

- Thanks, George...

- Yea!

- Hooray for George Pal!

[laughter continues]

- George Pal,

ha, ha, ha!

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