01x04 - The Thunderclap/The Celesteville Junior Marching Band

[bunniefuu]

♪ Boom-shee-boom shee-boom
boom-boom-boom ♪

♪ Boom-shee-boom shee-boom
boom-boom-boom ♪

♪ Explore the jungle,
swing from vines ♪

♪ Climb a mountain,
run with lions ♪

♪ Secret tunnels
and ancient ruins ♪

♪ Don't you worry
we'll be there soon ♪

♪ Tusktastic! ♪

♪ That's what you say ♪

♪ When you're having
a thumpin' day ♪

♪ Tusktastic! ♪

♪ Hip, hip hooray! ♪

♪ Get ready for
a thumping day ♪

♪ Boom-shee-boom shee-boom
boom-boom-boom ♪

♪ Boom-shee-boom shee-boom
boom-boom-boom ♪

♪ Ears a' flapping,
now don't be late ♪

♪ We've got new memories
to make ♪

♪ Adventure calling
from near and far ♪

♪ In the kingdom of king babar ♪

♪ Tusktastic! ♪

♪ That's what you say ♪

♪ When you're having
a thumpin' day ♪

♪ Tusktastic! ♪

♪ Hip, hip hooray! ♪

♪ Get ready for
a thumping day! ♪

♪ Boom-shee-boom shee-boom
boom-boom-boom ♪

♪

[Loud trumpeting]

[Loud trumpeting]

Ohhh!

Oh, thank you, love.

[Loud trumpeting]
[scared gasp]

Periwinkle:
oh my!

[Loud trumpeting]

How was that, dad?

That was better, right?

A little better,
I suppose.

Thumpin'!

Maybe I can play trumpet in the
celesteville marching band!

[Loud trumpeting]

The royal thunderclap is
a powerful signal, badou.

It's important that you
learn to do it properly.

The thunderclap lets friends
know help is at hand

And warns enemies
to beware.

Enemies?

Like muah-hah-ha enemies?

Yes, but the thunderclap
can also be an invitation

That travels over
long distances.

it can even be
a shout of joy.

Huahh!

A shout of joy?

Really?

Really.

It all depends
on how it's used.

All the members of the
royal family have learned it.

So, lets practice again.

[Trumpeting]
♪ focus on the ray-ay-ange

Of the soooouund ♪

Your turn.

Remember, fill the lungs,
clear the trunk,

Hear the note
in your mind and...

[Big inhale]

[Loud trumpeting]

[Rumbling]

Ah.

Munroe:
whoa-a-a-yeah
ha hee, ha, whu!

Hi guys!

Hel-lo!

Chiku:
hi, badou, hi!

How did your thunderclap
lesson go?

We could hear you...
Er, practicing.

We could!

He's right, we could!

Munroe said you sounded
like a sunburned baboon

In a bramble briar!

Guess I need a little
more work, huh?

My dad seems to think so.

He sure has a termite up his
trunk over those lessons.

I know!

He and I used to have
a lot more fun together.

Chiku:
maybe this thunderclap
is important.

It could be important, 'bu.

Let's hear a blast.

[Loud trumpeting]

Sorry everyone!

[Applause, bravo]
ah-ha!

No one hurt?

Just our ear drums,
I'm afraid.

Mm-hmmm, my my.

How are the lessons
going, dear?

Oh, badou's full of energy
and imagination.

He just needs more practice.

Lots more practice.

Remind you of anyone,
babar?

King babar:
it certainly does.

We had a terrible time getting
pom to practice his thunderclap

When he was badou's age.

Mm-hmmm, my my.

Our little architect

Was more interested
in building model bridges.

[Laughs]

Pops here had to take me
on a camping trip

To get me to focus.

Hmmm.

I wonder if a change of
scenery would work with badou.

What do you think,
ms. Strich?

Ooh!

My apologies,
your majesties!

[Popping]
has the young,
little master prince

Finished making
all that noise?

[All laugh]

Hmmm...

Welcome to the j-borhood!

The j-borhood?

The jungle, dad.

This was a great idea
coming out here.

Just the two of us,
I mean.

Your grandfather used to take
me camping when I was your age.

It'll be fun!

We can hike along
the old snake trail.

The old snake trail takes
us into the deep jungle.

We're going to stay here
in the safe part, near the city.

But then how are we ever going
to find the lair of polomoche!

Polomoche?

No one is even sure
if he really exists.

I bet he does, dad!

And he's guarded
by monsters.

Look! There's one now!

Ahhhh!

Hiya-hah, en garde!

Have at!

Look out, dad!

Get 'em!

The leaves?

They're flying monsters!

Ah!

Back, you flying monsters, back!

Come on, dad,
let's follow them!

I bet they lead us right
to polomoche's island!

Polomoche will have to wait
another day.

We have other business.

Something fun?

You bet!

We're looking for a spot

Where you can practice
your thunderclap.

Oh.

Now, don't get all droopy-eared.

If you spend a little
time practicing here,

You'll have fewer
lessons at home.

[Roar]

[Sniffs]
two tame towners
down by the baobab groves.

If they won't come to my part
of the jungle for dinner,

Perhaps I'll go to theirs.

Pom:
okay, badou.

I want you to empty
your head

Of all your games
and pretend stuff

And really put your heart
into this practice, okay?

Now... Begin.

[Off key trumpeting]

Well, that's fine,

But the thunderclap comes
from deeper in your chest.

From around the heart.

Give it another sh*t.

[Inhale]
[trumpets]

Badou, you're not
even trying.

Again.

[Trumpeting]
badou.

All you want me to do is
practice, practice, practice.

The thunderclap is important.

I thought coming out here
was going to be fun.

We used to have fun together.

Now all you care about
is this dumb thunderclap.

Badou,
you might find that one day

You really need
the thunderclap.

Then you won't think
it's so dumb.

Okay, I'm going to
go pick some berries.

We'll have berries-on-a-stick
tonight.

But when I get back,
we'll practice again.

[Roars]

[Sniffs]

[Sniffs]

There we go--

Ooooh!

Uh-oh!

[Loud trumpeting]

[Trumpeting]

Badou!

Nits and gnats!

That's dad!

Dad!

Dad!

Over here, son.

I'm stuck.

Hang on,
I'll get you out.

[Effort grunts]

Wow!

You're really stuck!

Listen to me.

Go back to the camp
and get a rope.

Right, I'll be back in two
ticks of a topi's tail.

Bah-du-
be very careful.

[Growling]

Badou:
sleek!

What is she doing in this
part of the jungle?

[Snarls]

What must it be like
to be a tame towner?

To live in a garand palace?

To wear silk and lace
and sit on a throne?

You!

Fetch me
my royal robe.

You- send for
my fiddle player!

[Sleek laughs]

Where are you, badou?

[Trumpets]

You!

Bring me--

[Trumpeting]

My dinner.

[Roars]

[Gasps]
dad!

A tame towner all a-tangle.

How tidy!

[Grunts]

[Growling]

[Loud trumpeting]

Oooh.

Ooff!

Dad!

It's sleek!

[Roars]

You little morsel!

Making sport of me?

Me?!

[Loud trumpeting]

We did it, dad!

We scared her off!

We make a good team.

But what happened
to your thunderclap?

You sounded as awful as me.

My trunk's a little
bruised.

[Laughing]

[Trumpeting]

Remember, the royal thunderclap
can be a shout of joy too.

It's all in how
you express yourself.

[Loud beautiful trumpeting]

Wow!

Is that badou?

Coooool.

[Loud beautiful trumpeting back]

We better get back to camp.

Get a fire going before
they get here.

Before who gets here?

Listen.

[Loud beautiful trumpeting]

They're closer.

Your mother and grandparents
are on their way.

When someone in the royal
family learns the thunderclap,

It's cause for an elephant
sized celebration!

Thumpin'!

[Loud beautiful trumpeting]

Sorry.

That's okay, dad.

I'll give you some
pointers.

[Laughing]

[Loud beautiful trumpeting]

♪

Let's hurry everyone!

Lord and lady rataxes arrive
for their state visit

This afternoon!

Pah!

Babar never puts on this
kind of fuss when I visit.

But uncle,
you're always here.

And I am always
a perfect guest.

[Gulping sounds]

Ooh, mango tarts.

Next time try a sprinkle
of spink weed.

[Effort grunts]

You okay, munroe?

I'm, uh, fine.

[Effort grunts]

Hey-

Hey needle boy!
Need a hand?

Whoa, whoa!

No, I guess he's...
[Panting] fine.

[Laughing]

Woooaahhh!

Ahhhh!

Babar:
please be careful, children.

You know how fussy lord
and lady rataxes are.

Ms. Strich:
terrible news!

I have terrible news.

The blimp liner carrying
the celesteville marching band

Has broken down en route!

Captain arthur says they
won't have it fixed in time

To get them here to play
for the state visit!

Oh!

[Chuckles]

We must have music,
your majesty.

Rhinos love music.

I just had a
tusk-tastic idea!

We can play for lord
and lady rataxes!

Zawadi:
hellooooo-
earth to elephant!

We're not good enough
to play a state visit!

Zawadi's right, 'bu,
she's really right.

I can't think of
a worse choice!

Crocodylus:
king babar!

I believe I have the solution
to your orchestral emergency!

The royal crocodile band!

I've never heard of them.

A reptile symphony!

And I can guarantee
they'll be here on time.

Oohh!

Elegant elephants entertaining
regal rhinos

With a crocodile concerto!

Wunderbar!

[Chuckle]
your majesty this is
a cross-cultural dream!

And it seems to be
our only choice.

Thank you, ambassador.

We accept.

Crocodylus:
put that there.

Pull it tight!

What is it,
what is it, 'bu?

It's the ambassador.

He seemed a little
too eager to help.

Splendid!

You look most splendid!

My royal crocodile band!

Two players,
ten instruments!

A dynamic duo!

Swing-a-ling, bu!

Who thought this was
a good idea, huh, huh?

Ready?

And... Play!

[Cacophony of instruments]

[Drumming]

[Cymbals crash]

[Xylophone dings]

[Rattling]

Bravo!

Magnificent!

Sensational!

[Laughing]

Magnificent?

He must have
left his ears at home.

Rataxes will be out
the door after one note!

Wait just a monkey minute!

Maybe that's just what
crocodylus is hoping for.

What, why 'bu?

How come, how come?

The ambassador is always
trying to cause trouble

Between celesteville
and the rhinos.

I get it!

When rataxes hears
the band play-

He'll think my papi
is making fun of him!

I have to warn
grandfather!

Ya, forty bushels of spink
weed salad.

Sixty gallons of
chocolate and banana soup.

Cornelius,
have you seen my papi?

Hmm?

Oh yes, young master.

He and the queen
are right there.

Lord rataxes demanded a royal
escort into the city.

He'd settle for
nothing less.

Two pairs of fuzzy slippers.

One extra large jar
of horn polish.

We have to tell
someone, 'bu!

Ms strich:
come on. Let's go.

[Giggles]

Everybody has a job.

If anyone stops, the whole
state visit falls apart.

Let's get the g*ng.

Dealing with the crocs
is going to be our job.

[Cacophony of instruments]

[Cacophony of instruments]

Crocodylus:
superb!

Perfect!

Don't change a note!

Soon babar will learn

He should not have picked a
fussy friend over a fanged one.

Now, time to polish my scales

Before the royal reception
begins...

And maybe help myself to more
of those delicious mango tarts!

Hi, guys.

How's the practicing?

Going great.

Uncle crocodylus likes it.

I'll bet.

Hey, you know that stuff
you were playing before?

Do you think you could
teach it to us?

Sure!

It's easy!

♪

We've been practicing
for hours, badou.

Haven't you got it yet?

I think we're getting close.

Just tell me again,
is it like this...?

[Trumpets]

Or like this?

[Trumpets]

Uh... The second way, I think.

Could you show us?

[Cacophony of instruments]

[Badou and g*ng play a melody]

Zawadi:
wow!

I expected you guys
to sound like hooves

On a chalkboard.

Skreeeeeee!

But you sound pretty good!

Yeah, but we're still
not quite getting it.

And rataxes will be here soon.

Maybe dilash can give us
some pointers?

Hah!

Munroe:
what's wrong, dilash?

Scared?

Dilash:
scared?

Who you
calling scared?

Guys, guys!

We're all musicians here!

Ha!

Hm.

Y'know, dilash,
that sounded good.

It sounds better
when you march.

Looks good too.

All bright and shiny
and shiny and bright.

Ya think?

I found this extra large
jar of horn polish.

I like shiny things.

That reminds me...

Zawadi, did you and munroe
bring the band hats?

Zawadi:
yup!

Band hats?

Just our way of saying thanks
for coaching us.

To tersh, I mean.

[Gasps]

Look at me!

I'm a royal
crocodile band...

Uh, crocodeer!

Too bad you didn't want
to help us, dilash.

Because we had this...

Wow!

If I do... If I help...

Can I wear the hat?

[Chuckles]

This doesn't mean
we're friends.

All right,
everybody practice hard.

We're gonna sound
as shiny as we look!

[Trumpeting]

Oh, they're here!

Places everyone!

Places, it's time!

Where is our crocodile band?

Hoof it, guys,
we can't be late!

[Cacophony of instruments]
[panting]

Oh hooray!

[Clears throat]

Good king and queen,

It is my duty and delight
to present...

The most horn-onorable
lord and lady rataxes.

[Royal trumpeting]

Dilash?

Hey, dilash!

Get going.

Yoo-hoo, dilash?

Stage fright.

He's too scared to move.

I'll handle this.

Ahhhhhh!

Thanks.

You're welcome.

Both:
this doesn't mean
we're friends.

[Taps]

[Stately music]

Crocodylus:
ahhh-hh!

Rataxes:
babar!

Oh no!

This is a royal wreck!

[Badou trumpets]

[Marching band music plays]

We congratulate you,
king babar,

Queen celeste on a most
original choice of music.

[Chuckles]

Thanks should go to
ambassador crocodylus

And his royal crocodile band.

With a little help
from the celesteville

Junior marching band.

Enough talking.

Let's dance.

[Trumpeting]

Papi!

I thought I'd keep
the old horn handy...

Just in case the crocodile
band needed a little back up.

Didn't realize my grandson
had things well in trunk.

[Marching band music plays]

♪

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