Rumpleteazer Poppins -- The Complete Script Compiled by JK and Ruth ******* JERRIE: *Is entertaining onlookers. Soon he walks by ADMIRAL PLATO'S House.* UNICO: *Is up with ADMIRAL PLATO.* PLATO: Ahoy down there! Where are you bound? JERRIE: Oi'm goin' tew Number 17 Cherry Tree Lane. UNICO: Do you even KNOW what's going on there? PLATO: *Nods at unico, then looks back down at JERRIE.* Bit of heavy weather brewing there! JERRIE: Oi'll be careful. *He leaves.* PLATO: Unico ... stand by ... UNICO: 'K! *Stands by* PLATO: On my count ... *Begins countdown.* UNICO: *Gets ready, then fires.* *BOOM!* (Meanwhile ... at the BANKS house ... ) HOUNDOUR: *Tugs at VICKY NANNA'S dress* JELLY: You can't go, Vicky Nanna! VICKY: Forget it ... those little beasts have fun away from me for the last time! *She heads for the door, trying to stop HOUNDOUR pulling on her dress.* HOUNDOUR: *Keeps pulling, making VICKY MORE annoyed at him.* VICKY: *Kicks out at HOUNDOUR. She has reached the door, and puts a paw on the handle, and is about to open it when BOMBALURINA comes in, back from her rally.* BOM: *Greets everyone.* VICKY: *Nods curtly to BOM and tries to push past her to the door.* HOUNDOUR: *Blocks VICKY'S way.* VICKY: Get out of my way! I'm leaving this house forever! (BOM does her little song and dance while VICKY tries to get her attention, after asking where the children are.) TENTOMON: *Looks at VICKY* Catchy song,isn't it? *He annoys VICKY by asking that.* VICKY: *Frowns.* TENTOMON: *Sweatdrops.* BOM: Vicky -- where are the kits? VICKY: The kits, ma'am, are not here, they've disappeared again. I wonder if you might be good enough to compute my wages? TENTOMON: Yeah, like she'll get any wages after being careless ... HOUNDOUR: *Nods again* VICKY: *Glares at TENTOMON and HOUNDOUR.* My wages, if you please. BOM: *Gives VICKY her wages.* (Meanwhile ... ) HARE: *Is up with PLATO this time.* ALONZO: *Is whistling cheerfully on his way home.* HARE: Yo, 'Zo! *Waves.* PLATO: Evening, Banks. ALONZO: Evening, Admiral! PLATO: How are things at the bank? ALONZO: Great! Shares are moving up, up -- and the British pound is the admiration of the world! PLATO: Very good! *He tries to warn ALONZO about the goings on at Number 17, but ALONZO just nods, smiles and continues on his way.* Banks! Do you hear me?? Banks!! HARE: Yeah ... like THAT did any good. PLATO: *Glares at HARE.* ALONZO: *Arrives at his door and opens it, only to run into VICKY, bustling her way out.* Hallo, Vicky! *He helps her with her bag and into the taxi waiting outside.* That's a very pretty hat! *He goes inside, singing loudly.* BOM: Hello, dear. ALONZO: *Gives his hat and coat to JELLY and kisses BOM on the cheek.* TENTOMON and BOM: *Listen to ALONZO sing while trying to tell him about the KITS.* ALONZO: *Finishes his song and realises the KITS haven't come to greet him.* Bombalurina ... where are the kits? BOM: *Looks at TENTOMON.* TENTOMON: Um ... they're not here ... you see ... they ... um ... disappeared ... ALONZO: They what? Isn't Vicky Nanna supposed to look after them? Well, I'm calling -- oh ... she just left, didn't she? TENTOMON: Uh ... ALONZO: *Glares at TENTOMON before going over to the phone.* This is Alonzo Banks of 17 Cherry Tree Lane ... get me the police, please. Yes, it's an emergency! I'd like you to send an officer around right away! BOBBY: *Brings the KITS in.* POUNCE: *Just stands there.* ALONZO: *Still on the phone* Oh! What prompt service! Thank-you so much -- goodnight. Come in, Constable, come in. BOBBY: *Comes in and tells them about POUNCE and CETTIE.* POUNCE: We're sorry, father ... CETTIE: The kite was too strong for us ... BOBBY: See -- it was the kite's fault ... ALONZO: Thank-you for returning the kits, Constable. I'm sure if you go into the kitchen Cook will find you a plate of something ... BOBBY: Thanks, but I gotta go back to work. *He leaves.* ALONZO: *Tells the KITS to go up to the nursery.* POUNCE: *Goes.* CETTIE: *Follows, looking rather sad.* TENTOMON: You were really hard on them, Alonzo ... ALONZO: I have to be. I run this house with precision! BOM: *Looks at ALONZO.* ALONZO: *to BOM* Well, we have to start advertising for a new nanny. (A little later ... ) POUNCE: *Comes downstairs.* ALONZO: *To BOM* Take this down ... *Starts giving his idea of a perfect nanny.* BOM: *Writes everything down.* CETTIE: *Has come in behind POUNCE, holding the advertisement the two have written.* ALONZO: Shouldn't you be in the nursery? POUNCE: Cettie and I talked it over ... CETTIE: We're very sorry about what happened today ... we wanted to help. That's why we wrote an advertisement. POUNCE: *Reads the ad, with CETTIE helping him.* TENTOMON and BOM: *Are crying when the KITS finish.* TENTOMON: That's so touching ... ALONZO: I'll ... take it into account, thank-you. *He takes the paper from their paws and puts it on the table.* POUNCE *Leaves.* CETTIE: *Follows him back up to the nursery.* ALONZO: *Once the KITS have gone, picks up the piece of paper and starts ripping it up, throwing it into the fireplace, muttering to himself* Sing songs, play games ... TENTOMON: *Cries, annoying ALONZO.* HOUNDOUR: *Howls.* ALONZO: Oh, be quiet! TENTOMON and HOUNDOUR: *Stop.* BOM: They were only trying to help, dear. ALONZO: *Takes the ad he and BOM have just written and telephones it through to the newspaper.* *The pieces of paper in the fireplace start floating away.* (The next morning ... ) DAVIS: *Is on PLATO'S roof, goofing around with the maritime whistle.* PLATO: *Comes up to the roof.* DAVIS: *Is still goofing around with the whistle.* PLATO: Stop fooling around with my whistle! DAVIS: *Stops and gives the morning report. Then he notices the NANNIES outside Number 17.* Whoa! You gotta check THIS out, Admiral! PLATO: Ghastly-looking crew there! GASTLY: *Appears by PLATO.* Did you call me? PLATO: No! I was referring to the nannies ... GASTLY: *Sees the NANNIES and sweatdrops.* (POUNCE and CETTIE are watching from the nursery window.) POUNCE: I don't get it ... CETTIE: They're not what we advertised for at all! *A wind blows the ugly NANNIES away.* POUNCE: Hey -- look up there! *Points.* Is it an alien? CETTIE: It's her! She's answered our advertisement! (Inside.) JELLY: Shall i send them in, sir? ALONZO: Jelly, I said eight o'clock, and eight o'clock it shall jolly well be! *BOOM!* ALONZO: *Trying to adjust his tie in a swinging mirror.* Jelly ... it is NOW eight o'clock. JELLY: *Answers the door, but only TEAZER is standing there.* Uh ... come in ... HOUNDOUR: *Barks at TEAZER.* TEAZER: *Brightly* Thank-you! HOUNDOUR: *Smiles at TEAZER.* TEAZER: *Goes into the living-room, where ALONZO is sitting* You are the father of Etcetera and Pouncival Banks? HOUNDOUR: *Sits by ALONZO.* TEAZER: I said, "You are the father of Etcetera and Pouncival Banks?". ALONZO: Oh ... well ... yes, of course. May I assume you've brought your references? *He holds a paw out for them.* TEAZER: Oh, I make it a point never to give references. HARE: *Lounges by the fireplace.* ALONZO: Is that so? Well, we'll just have to see about that ... TEAZER: *Opens her carpet bag and pulls out a taped together piece of paper -- the KITS' advertisement.* HARE: *Watches everything.* TEAZER: *Starts reading through the items on the list while ALONZO looks rather lost -- he thought he'd torn it up!* HARE: *Watches ALONZO look in the fireplace.* ALONZO: That ... that paper ... where did you get that? I ... I thought I tore it up ... *He bends over the fireplace, making tearing motions with his paws, then throws the imaginary paper into the fire.* HARE: *Stares and sweatdrops.* TEAZER: *As ALONZO is bending over the fireplace* I beg your pardon, are you ill? ALONZO: I hope not..... TEAZER: *Goes over to the fireplace and looks in.* HARE: *Looks in too.* TEAZER: *Narrows her eyes slightly at ALONZO.* On second thoughts, I believe a trial period would be wise ... HARE: *Shrugs and leaves.* TEAZER: Hmmm ... I'll give you one week. I'll know by then. I'll see the children now -- thank-you! BOM: Dear? Did you get a nanny? ALONZO: *Straightens, and hits his head on the fireplace.* AH! HOUNDOUR: *Laughs* BOM: Is she everything you wanted? ALONZO: You know, Bombalurina ... I think she will be! TEAZER: *Walks over to the stairs, and jumping on, proceeds to slide up.* POUNCE: *Gawks.* CETTIE: *Just watches in amazement.* TEAZER: *Arriving at the top of the stairs* Close your mouth, please, Pouncival, we are not a cod fish. POUNCE: *Closes his mouth and shows TEAZER the nursery.* *A few SPINARAKS have made cobwebs in the nursery, and a shedded ARBOK skin is on the dollhouse. Put bluntly, the nursery is a mess.* TEAZER: Oh dear ... CETTIE: *Shows her the room adjoining the nursery.* This will be your room. TEAZER: Well, it's not exactly like living in a palace ... *She runs a 'finger' over the fireplace.* Still it's clean ... POUNCE: *Looks at TEAZER'S carpet bag.* TEAZER: Just needs a little extra something ... *She puts her bag down on the table and opens it.* *Outside, TEAM ROCKET is using a periscope to spy into the room that TEAZER is in. The first thing teazer pulls out of her bag is a large, golden pot, complete with a plant!* TEAM ROCKET: *Stares.* POUNCE: ... TEAM ROCKET: *Keeps spying on TEAZER.* TEAZER: *Places the plant on the fireplace.* Hmmm ... a little more light, perhaps ... *She goes back over to her bag and proceeds to pull out a full-sized lamp, which she puts next to the fireplace.* Much better! TEAM ROCKET: *Just stare.* TEAZER: *Goes into her room and starts inspecting herself in the mirror.* Oh! this will NEVER do! *She goes back over to her bag and pulls out a much larger mirror, with which she replaces the one on the wall.* I much prefer seeing all of my face at the same time! *She sees the periscope in the mirror.* Wha -- *She turns around.* The periscope starts going down, so TEAZER goes over to the window and looks out.* TEAM ROCKET: *Grins at TEAZER and run off.* TEAZER: *Looks at the KITS.* Who were they? POUNCE: *Looks out.* Who? TEAZER: There was a red-haired woman, a blue-haired man and what looked like a cat ... they had Rs on their shirts. POUNCE: *Looks at CETTIE.* That was Team Rocket. They're pokemon thieves. TEAZER: Pokemon? POUNCE: Like Houndour here, and those Spinaraks. TEAZER: Oh ... *She goes back over to her bag and starts searching through it, muttering to herself.* I know I put it in here ... *She pulls odds and ends out of her bag -- a few articles of clothing, a pair of shoes ... * POUNCE: What? TEAZER: My tape measure ... POUNCE: Tape measure? TEAZER: I want to see how you two measure up ... *Her hand gets deeper and deeper in her bag, until finally her whole head disappears. There are more mumblings until she exclaims triumphantly.* Ah ha ha ha ha! Here it is! Good. POUNCE: *Blinks.* TEAZER: Come over here. POUNCE and HOUNDOUR: *Come.* CETTIE: *Goes over too.* TEAZER: *Opens her tape measure.* Head up, please, Pouncival -- don't slouch. POUNCE: *Stands up straight.* TEAZER: *Measures him, then looks at her tape measure.* Extremely stubborn and suspicious. POUNCE: I am not! CETTIE: *Has started giggling.* HOUNDOUR: *Smirks.* TEAZER: See for yourself. *Hands the tape to POUNCE.* POUNCE: *Reads it.* HOUNDOUR: *Still smirks.* TEAZER: Now you, Etcetera. *Measures her.* Hmmm ... rather inclined to giggle, doesn't put things away. POUNCE: Hey -- measure Houndour! HOUNDOR: *Is smirking with an arrogant look on his face.* TEAZER: *Kneels down and measures Houndour.* Hmm ... a tendency to be arrogant, and smirks a lot. HOUNDOR: *Leaves, casting TEAZER a dirty look that sets CETTIE off giggling again* CETTIE: What about you? POUNCE: Yes, how about you? TEAZER: Very well -- hold this for me, please. POUNCE: *Holds it.* TEAZER: *Holds the top of the tape measure.* Just as I thought -- Rumpleteazer Poppins -- practically perfect in every way! CETTIE: Rumpleteazer Poppins! Is that your name? It's lovely! TEAZER: Thank-you -- I've always liked it. DEMIDEVIMON: It's an ugly name, if you ask me! *He flies off, laughing.* TEAZER: *Frowns ever so slightly, but shrugs it off Then she takes another look at the nursery.* Well ... shall we get started? POUNCE: I thought we were gonna play games ... TEAZER: And so we shall. Our first game is called 'Well Begun Is Half Done'. Otherwise entitled, 'Let's tidy up the nursery'. POUNCE: *Groans.* TEAZER: In every job that must be done there is an element of fun. You find the fun and ... SNAP! The job's a game! KITS: *Help TEAZER.* TEAZER: *Has been getting her hat and coat.* don't be all day about it please! (A little later) Hats and coats, please. It's time for our outing in the park. CETTIE: *Gets out her hat and coat.* POUNCE: *Gets his hat and coat.* TEAZER: Stand there ... let me look at you ... *She adjusts POUNCE'S hat* Not as turned out as I'd like ... come along, then. Spit-spot! POUNCE: *Comes.* (At the park ... ) JERRIE: *Is drawing on the sidewalk, when TEAZER'S sillhouette appears in a blank square. He traces around it then greets TEAZER.* TEAZER: Nice to see you again, Jerrie! I expect you know Pounce and Cettie ... JERRIE: I sure dew! POUNCE: Teazer's taking us to the park! JERRIE: Whoi go tew a park when yew can explore the jungle, eat with the Pharaoh in Egypt or go tew a fair? CETTIE: *Is pointing at a drawing of the countryside* That one's lovely -- I'd much rather go there! POUNCE: Me too! CETTIE: How about it, Teazer? POUNCE: Yeah! JERRIE: 'Ow bout it, Teaz? TEAZER: I'm sure I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about. JERRIE: Then Oi'll dew it meself! *Takes KITS' paws and tries to jump in, but nothing happens TEAZER: *Looking rather frustrated* Jerrie, what UTTER nonsense! JERRIE: I thought it would work ... TEAZER: *Takes a wide step over the painting.* Why must you complicate what is really quite simple? Give me your paw, Pouncival -- don't slouch. POUNCE: *Stands up straight.* TEAZER: *Sighs.* One ... two ... three. *They all disappear into the painting and have a wonderful day, riding the merry-go-round horses and TEAZER ends up winning a horse race. It begins to rain, so they all huddle under TEAZER'S umbrella. They find themselves back in the park, where JERRIE'S drawings are starting to run from getting wet.* TEAZER: Oh, Jerrie, all your fine drawings ... JERRIE: I can olways make more. (Back at home ... ) TEAZER: *Takes out a bottle of medicine.* POUNCE: Do we have to? TEAZER: People who get their feet wet must learn to take their medicine. POUNCE: I'm not taking it. *He frowns at the green stuff* TEAZER: *Pours some onto POUNCE'S spoon, onto CETTIE'S spoon, and finally one for herself.* CETTIE: *Tastes her medicine* Lime cordial! Delicious! POUNCE: Strawberry ... mmm! TEAZER: *Takes her medicine.* Rum punch! *She puts the lid back on the bottle and hiccups.* Quite satisfactory. POUNCE: You'll stay with us, won't you, Teazer? TEAZER: I shall stay until the wind changes. RATTATA: *Watches TEAZER tuck the KITS into bed.* TEAZER: *Tucks the KITS in, then goes over to her rocking-chair and sits down.* RATTATA: *Watches TEAZER knit.* POUNCE: *Talks about the day they had.* CETTIE: *Talks excitedly with him.* TEAZER: Silence, please -- it's time to go to sleep! POUNCE: But we don't wanna. CETTIE: Teazer Poppins, we're MUCH too excited! TEAZER: Very well, suit yourselves. *She sings them a lullaby.* POUNCE: *Tries to stay away, but soon drifts off to sleep.* RATTATA: *Drifts off to sleep, too.* CETTIE: *Soon joins POUNCE and RATTATA.* (The next morning ... ) POUNCE: *Comes downstairs cheerfully.* CETTIE: *Comes down singing the new word TEAZER taught them the day before, as does POUNCE. She puts a big bunch of flowers on BOM'S plate.* VEEMON and GOMOMON: *Think it's catchy, and also say it.* BOM: Why, thank-you, dear! ALONZO: *Comes downstairs, not in a particularly good mood.* VEEMON and GOMOMON: *Sing along with POUNCE.* ALONZO: Why is everyone so happy? *He is not interested when the KITS tell him the new word, and instead tells them to hurry along. BOM says she's sorry he's not feeling very well.* VEEMON and GOMOMON: *Keeping singing, giving ALONZO a headache.* ALONZO: Be quiet, please! VEEMON and GOMOMON: *Stop singing.* POUNCE: *Talks about how wonderful it is to have TEAZER around.* ALONZO: *Finishes his breakfast and leaves for work. Outside, he trips over the leg of a sleeping SNORLAX. He grumbles something about useless anime.* SNORLAX: *Turns over and nearly squashes ALONZO.* ALONZO: *Gets out of the way just in time, grumbles something else then turns and heads for the bank.* POUNCE: What are we doing today, Teazer? TEAZER: Well ... first, we have to go to the piano tuners ... then to the fishmongers, and to the bakery for some gingerbread. Mmmm ... gingerbread! POUNCE: Oh, boy! *He gets his hat and coat.* TAPIRMON and SQUIRTLE: *Are helping PLATO clean his windows.* TEAZER: Pouncival, stop straggling along behind! POUNCE: *Catches up.* Hi, Admiral! PLATO: Ahoy down there! Where are you off to today? POUNCE: We're going for fish and gingerbread! TAPIRMON and SQUIRTLE: *Get into a little fight with each other, rocking the boat.* PLATO: Very good! *Tells SQUIRTLE and TAPIRMON to behave, while TEAZER and the KITS head off* TAPIRMON and SQUIRTLE: *Stop and get back to work.* (A little way down the road ... ) RAICHU: *Approaches TEAZER and the KITS.* CETTIE: Look! It's Raichu! RAICHU: Rai, rai raichu! Rai raichu! Rai rai! TEAZER: Slow down! I can't understand a word you're saying! RAICHU: Rai. Rai, rai. Raichu. *Points.* TEAZER: Oh, not again ... the poor man! Yes, I'll go right away. RAICHU: *Nods and goes off.* POUNCE: What did he say, Teazer? TEAZER: He said, 'You're welcome'. POUNCE: I thought we were going to get gingerbread ... TEAZER: There's been a change of plans. POUNCE: *Follows Teazer* TEAZER: *Rings her UNCLE ADMETUS' doorbell.* JERRIE: *Opens the door.* Oi came ova as soon as oi 'eard. TEAZER: Oh, Jerrie, I'm glad you're here! How is he? JERRIE: See f' yerself. Careful -- it's contagious. TEAZER: *Sees her Uncle fooling around on the ceiling* Oh, Uncle Admetus, you promised! ADMETUS: I tried, dear niece ... but you know how I get once I start laughing! *Laughs.* POUNCE: *Stifles a laugh.* TEAZER: *Gives POUNCE a sharp look.* JERRIE: Yeah, it isn't funny ... hehe. TEAZER: Jerrie! JERRIE: Sawry. POUNCE: *Laughs and floats up to the ceiling.* TEAZER: Pouncival! Come back down here! JERRIE: *Laughs and floats up, too.* CETTIE: *Starts giggling and eventually joins them.* TEAZER: Well, I hope you're happy now! ADMETUS: Come up and join us for tea! TEAZER: Next thing I suppose you'll be wanting me to pour out ... ah well ... if I must, I must. *She hooks her umbrella over her arm and floats up to join them.* If you'll just stop acting like a pack of laughing hyenas ... *They tell jokes until it's time to go home.* TEAZER: Well, we can't stay up here forever ... CETTIE: We'll jolly well have to ... there's no way to get down. ADMETUS: There is one way -- think of something sad. TEAZER: Then DO get on with it. ADMETUS: I can't think of anything. JERRIE: Neither can Oi. POUNCE: This is too fun! TEAZER: That will be quite enough of that ... *She looks at her watch* It's time to go home. *Everyone floats back down.* ADMETUS: That *is* sad ... TEAZER: Come along, kits - spit-spot! JERRIE: Oi'll look afta 'im. CETTIE: *Gets up.* Thank-you for the lovely tea! TEAZER: Thank-you, Jerrie. (Back at the BANKS' house ... ) TAPIRMON: Is this high enough? DAVIS: Yeah! HARE and SEUZO: *Hoist the table up.* TAPIRMON: *Keeps DAVIS hoisted up, not realising that ALONZO has just come home and sees this.* DAVIS: Hey -- we're gonna need more for the tea party on the ceiling! ALONZO: What in Heaviside are you DOING? HARE and SEUZO: *Jump and let go of the rope, causing the table to come crashing down.* HARE: *Tells ALONZO about the tea party on the ceiling at UNCLE ADMETUS'.* ALONZO: *Just as TEAZER is coming down the stairs* Is that so? DAVIS: *Also tells ALONZO and popping into chalk pictures and TEAZER winning a horse race.* TAPIRMON: Yeah! SEUZO: Uh ... *Looks at ALONZO'S smashed table.* TAPIRMON: *Lowers DAVIS down* ALONZO: Rumpleteazer Poppins, I would like a word with you if you don't mind. And you ... *Looks at the others* get this mess cleaned up! NOW! TEAZER: As you wish. *Follows him into the drawing-room.* ANIMES: *Get the mess cleaned up, then quietly eavesdrop.* COOK: She's in fer it now ... I've 'eard the master give this speech before ... JELLY: *Nods.* ALONZO: *Tells TEAZER about his ideal household and world. TEAZER agrees with him and manages to trick him into agreeing to take the KITS to the bank with him the next day.* ANIMES: *Lean too hard and fall through the doors.* TEAZER: Now, if you'll excuse me, the kits have a long day ahead of them ... I'll see they get a proper night's sleep. Goodnight! ALONZO: *Looks puzzledly at TEAZER, then jumps when the ANIMES crash through the door.* Out! ANIMES: *Get out.* ALONZO: *Looks at BOMBALURINA.* Did I say I was going to take the kits to the bank? BOM: It did sound that way, dear. ALONZO: *Becoming more and more pleased with the idea* And why not? They need to get a proper taste for the world! Good idea ... quite right ... good idea ... (Back in the nursery, TEAZER comes in.) POUNCE: Did you get sacked, Teazer? TEAZER: Sacked? Certainly not -- I am NEVER sacked! (She tells them about the outing.) CETTIE: An outing with father? He's never taken us anywhere! POUNCE: You put the idea in his head, Teazer! TEAZER: What an impertinent thought! Me put an idea into someone's head? Really! CETTIE: Where's he taking us? TEAZER: To the bank. POUNCE: Oh, goody ... TEAZER: *Sings them a song about how the Bird Woman comes to the steps of St Paul's Cathedral to sell her wares for tuppence a bag.* CETTIE: *Falls asleep curled up on POUNCE'S bed.* POUNCE: *Goes to sleep, too.* TEAZER: *Tucks CETTIE in to her own bed, then tucks POUNCE in.* RATTATA, HOUNDOUR and FARFETCH'D: *Are all sleeping on TEAZER'S bed.* TEAZER: *Shoos them all off and goes to bed.* (The next morning ... ) POUNCE: *Is by ALONZO'S side.* GRIZABELLA, the Bird Woman: *Is on the steps.* CETTIE: Pounce, look -- it's her! POUNCE: Can we buy some food to feed the birds? ALONZO: Certainly not! POUNCE: But -- ALONZO: Pouncival, I will not have you throwing your money away! If you come with me, I'll show you what *may* be done with it ... I think you'll find it extremely interesting. (A little later, at the bank ... ) ASPARAGUS JR: Hello, Banks ALONZO: *Tips his hat.* My son would like to open an account. GUS: Good idea! POUNCE: But we wanted to feed the birds ... GUS: Oh, nice ... then you'll have fat, ugly birds! CETTIE: *Frowns slightly.* ALONZO: *Warningly* Pouncival ... POUNCE: GIMMIE MY MONEY! *A run is caused at the bank.* POUNCE: *Grabs CETTIE and runs.* KITS: *Run into the evil ZOYCITE.* CETTIE: *Screams.* ZOYCITE: *Tries to attack them.* POUNCE: *Takes CETTIE and runs.* KITS: *Run into a bad-tempered URSARING.* URSARING: RAAAARRR!!!!!! CETTIE: *Screams again.* Leave me alone!! POUNCE *Takes CETTIE and runs into someone else.* *A hand grabs CETTIE.* CETTIE: *Screams louder than ever.* POUNCE!! POUNCE: Leave my sister alone! JERRIE: Easy now -- Oi won't 'urt yew. CETTIE: Jerrie! It's ... it's you! JERRIE: Yea! 'Oo are yew runnin' from? CETTIE: *Sniffs.* From ... from father ... JERRIE: Yer father? POUNCE: Uh-huh. CETTIE: He was very angry with us ... POUNCE: He doesn't love us. CETTIE: You should have seen the look on his face ... JERRIE: It's yer father Oi feel sorry for. Day afta day, 'e 'as tew sit in that big bank with money and cold, 'eartless people. 'E's the one 'oo needs lovin'. Come on -- Oi'll take yew 'ome. CETTIE: *Wipes her eyes.* POUNCE: Okay. JERRIE: *Takes KITS home, where BOM greets them and goes out.* JERRIE: *Looks at the chimney.* CETTIE: Can we help, Jerrie? JERRIE: Sure! SANDSHREW: *Tugs at TEAZER'S dress and points to chimney.* POUNCE: *Looks up chimney.* TEAZER: Be careful, Pouncival ... POUNCE: *Gets sucked up.* CETTIE: Pounce! Pounce, come back down here! JERRIE: ... TEAZER: Jerrie, keep an eye on ... *CETTIE gets sucked up.* *Exasperated* There goes the other one! UPAMON: Hey -- what's going on? *Looks up chimney.* TEAZER: *Grabs at UPAMON.* UPAMON: *Gets sucked up too.* JERRIE: ... TEAZER: And there goes Upamon! JERRIE: Uh ... TEAZER: *Raises her eyebrows at JERRIE.* JERRIE: I guess we should go up there? TEAZER: Well we can't have them galavanting up there like kangaroos, can we? JERRIE: *Goes up.* TEAZER: *Follows.* POUNCE: *Is holding UPAMON* Wow! Look at all this! UPAMON: Yeah ... CETTIE: *Is trying to brush soot off her dress, then off POUNCE'S jacket.* Pounce, you're filthy! POUNCE: So are you! UPAMON: Yeah! *a GOLBAT flies past TEAZER'S face.* CETTIE: Well ... yeah, I ... I guess I am ... TEAZER: *Sighs as the GOLBAT narrowly misses her.* *JERRIE and the KITS march across the rooftops with TEAZER leading them. Back near their home, the CHIMNEY SWEEPS have started their big song and dance.* QUATRE: *Is daydreaming.* PLATO: *Gasps.* QUATRE: *Is still daydreaming.* PLATO: QUATRE! QUATRE: Mm ... yes, my beloved? *Smiles in a day-dreamy state.* PLATO: QUATRE!!! QUATRE: *Snaps out of it.* Yes, Admiral? PLATO: Hottentots -- over on the roof. *Points.* QUATRE: Wow! Check that out! PLATO: Get the cannon ready! QUATRE: *Stands there and gawks.* PLATO: QUATRE!! LOAD THE CANNON! NOW!! QUATRE *Loads the cannon.* PLATO: Okay ... FIRE! SWEEP: *Bats it back.* PLATO: Well hit, lad! Very well hit! *Realises the rocket is coming back towards him and ducks just in time.* QUATRE: *Says a choice word and ducks.* PLATO: Quatre, you know I disapprove of that sort of language ... QUATRE: Sorry, sir. PLATO: Fire the cannon again! QUATRE: *Fires again.* *The SWEEPS all head for the BANKS' chimney. They all go inside, where MATT'S rock band is rehearsing. Everyone starts dancing around while the band plays.* ALONZO: *Comes home in the middle of everything and stares.* What's all this?? SWEEPS: *Each shake ALONZO'S paw and leave, including a short sweep.* ALONZO: *Lifts the sweep's cap, revealing POUNCE.* BAND: *Stops playing.* DAVIS: Yeah, baby! We step in time! MATT: Uh, Davis ... ? ALONZO: *Is glaring at the band.* DAVIS: Oh, yeah -- step in time, baby! MATT: Davis ... DAVIS: Yeah, yeah, yeah! Oh, yeah ... *Stops and sees ALONZO glaring at Him.* ALONZO: *Motions his head towards the door.* BAND: *Leaves.* *A rotten tomato splats on the side of ALONZO'S head.* GAZIMON: Spoilsport! ANIMES: *Leave.* ALONZO: *Picks tomato out of his fur and goes to answer the phone, which has just started to ring.* Banks. ASPARAGUS JR: *Tells ALONZO to come down to the bank.* ALONZO: 9 o'clock. Yes, sir ... I'll be there, sir. ASPARAGUS JR: *Hangs up.* JERRIE: *Leaves, and GOMOMON looks up at ALONZO.* GOMOMON: Why so sad, Alonzo? ALONZO: *Sighs.* That Poppins woman ... ever since she arrived ... this house has been turned upside-down ... everything I worked so hard for ... GOMOMON: Aw, don't say that, Alonzo ... ALONZO: It's true! GOMOMON: You're a dude of high position, esteemed by your peers ... ALONZO: Yes ... I've ... I've just been forgetting about those that mean the most to me ... *Referring to BOM, CETTIE and POUNCE.* GOMOMON: And when your kits are crying and you can't dry their tears ... ALONZO: *Slips his coat on, puts on his hat and leaves the house.* (At the bank ... ) ALONZO: *Knocks on the door.* *a large BLASTOISE opens the door and looks down at ALONZO, intimidating him.* BLASTOISE: Stoise! ALONZO: *Swallows.* BLASTOISE: *Leads ALONZO.* *A large URSARING comes to the other side of ALONZO, intimidating him a little more.* ALONZO: *Walks silently between them.* *In the meeting room, the stern directors give ALONZO the "pink slip".) ASPARAGUS JR: You have anything to say for yourself, Banks? ALONZO: *Opens his paw and sees POUNCIVAL'S tuppence sitting there. He starts laughing.* ASPARAGUS JR: And what is so funny? GUS: What's with you, Banks? ALONZO: Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!! *He laughs even harder.* GUS: What the heck?? ASPARAGUS JR: ... ALONZO: Teazer Poppins was right! It's extraordinary! It *does* make you feel better! ASPARAGUS JR: Like that's even a REAL word ... ALONZO: Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! I'm feeling better all the time! Alright, once there were these two people, Ash and Misty, and Misty says to Ash, 'I know a man with a wooden leg named Smith', and Ash says, 'Really? What's the name of his other leg?' *ALONZO starts laughing uncontrollably.* ASPARAGUS JR: ... ALONZO: *Puts the tuppence in GUS' paws and leaves.* (At the BANKS' house ... ) BOM: *Is worried sick.* ALONZO: *Can be heard coming along the road, singing at the top of his voice.* MARILL: Marill! BOM: 'Zo -- did you get nipped? ALONZO: *Hugs and kisses BOM.* In the best way possible! MARILL: Marill? ALONZO: *Grins.* Just with love for my wife and children! *Starts dancing BOM around the room.* (The next morning ... ) TEAZER: *Is packing her carpet bag.* POUNCE: ... CETTIE: You're not really leaving ... are you, Teazer Poppins? TEAZER: Fetch me my hat stand ... SCYTHER: Scy-ther ... *He fetches the stand and hugs TEAZER.* TEAZER: *Puts it in her bag.* CETTIE: *Is nearly crying.* POUNCE: *Already *is* crying.* SCYTHER: *Sheds tears.* ALONZO'S VOICE (from downstairs): Cettie! Pounce! TEAZER: Your father is calling you ... POUNCE: *Goes.* CETTIE: *Sniffs sadly, then follows POUNCE.* ALONZO: *Is waiting at the bottom of the stairs.* POUNCE: Yes, father? ALONZO: *Brings the kite out from behind his back, now fully mended.* POUNCE: He fixed it! CETTIE: *Rushes downstairs.* FAMILY: *Goes outside, where ASPARAGUS JR gives ALONZO his job back* SCYTHER: How do you like that? The kits went off without saying 'bye to you, Rumple ... TEAZER: That's the way it should be. SCYTHER: They care more for their father than they do you! Huh! You're not fooling me! I know what those youngsters mean to you! TEAZER: Oh, really? SCYTHER: *Gets out of breath from getting so worked up.* TEAZER: *Holds SCYTHER'S mouth closed.* That will be quite enough of that, thank-you! SCYTHER: *Catches his breath.* TEAZER: It's bad for you to get so worked up at your age. SCYTHER: Cy! Just because i'm old -- TEAZER: *Gives SCYTHER a 'look'.* SCYTHER: *Sighs and waves a dull blade.* TEAZER: *Looks up and nods, then opens her umbrella.* *Flying animes escort TEAZER.* TEAZER: *Looks back down at the BANKS family and at JERRIE, selling kites in the park* JERRIE: Bye, Teazer -- don't stay away tew long. TEAZER: *Smiles at JERRIE, as if she's heard him, and flies away on the breeze.* FLYING ANIMES: *Stop at the edge of London and wave bye to TEAZER.* TEAZER: Sayonara. Farewell. THE END