(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(CHIRPING)
GINGER: (SIGHS) Oh Rick, isn't our little mockingbird's song
the most beautiful thing you've ever heard?
RICK: Mmm-hmm.
GINGER: Oh, I could listen to her sing all day.
RICK: (DISMISSIVELY) Uh-huh.
GINGER: Breakfast, Thomas!
I have something extra special for you today.
Made from real kale and fermented soybeans.
(SLURPS)
(SPITS)
-(CHIRPING) -Oh, look at that, Rick!
Our little songbird
is going to be a mama! Her nest is full of eggs.
Oh! Don't they look lovely?
(CHIRPING)
(PANTING)
Thomas! I know that look. Don't you get any ideas.
-(BEEPING) -RICK: Time to go, Ginger.
(CHIRPING)
(SLURPS)
Well, looky, looky at our enlightened little rodent.
(LAUGHS) So, do I get good luck if I rub your belly?
(LAUGHS)
Hey wait! I'm just warming up!
(SNAPS)
(THUDS)
Don't let that bird ruffle your feathers, pal. Just repeat after me.
Anger is just a state of mind. Anger is just a...
I can't believe it. Yoga's gone to the dogs! And it ain't pretty.
Save your breath, birdy,
you can't bother us. We've reached a higher state of consciousness.
More like a higher state of obnoxiousness.
(CHANTING) Ignore the birdy. Ignore the birdy.
What, like your ma always ignored you?
(SADLY) Mother.
(CRASH)
(CLICKING)
(REEL CLICKING)
You make a great yoga partner, pal.
You can drop by anytime.
Freeze! It's the yoga police. You have the right to remain silent.
Hey, where you going? I haven't even gotten to my best material yet.
Ooh! I just thought of another one. Knock, knock.
I said, knock, knock.
"Who's there?" Yoga. "Yoga who?"
Yoga-home now! (LAUGHS)
Watch that first step.
So worth it.
(MARIACHI MUSIC PLAYS)
(FLAME WHOOSHING)
(SQUEAKING)
(TAPPING)
(SQUEAKING)
Hey, Iron Chef, try knocking next time.
(TAPPING)
Hey, fish breath, I'm incubating here.
Watch it, doofus!
Booger brains!
Nincompoop.
Monkey butt!
(BABY BIRDS LAUGH MOCKINGLY)
(LAUGHING) Oh, you gotta love that mouse. What a sport.
Oh, you should have seen me babes. I had them practically rolling in the aisles.
Babes? (DISMAYED) My babies!
Babies! Babies! Babies! Babies! Babies! Babies!
(CRYING) Oh my little mocklings!
(BABIES CHIRPING)
(CLANGS)
(THUDS)
Babies, you're alive!
ALL: Mama!
Oh, look at you all. You sure gave that cat a run for his money.
-Look out! -(CLANGS)
(SPLAT)
(RINGING)
BABY BIRDS: Ahh!
Help!
(KNOCKING)
Oh, thank goodness! I need your help! That cat has my little babies
and you're my only hope, and... Uh, are you... (LAUGHS)
...wearing yoga pants?
(LAUGHS HEARTILY)
Nice legs. And that rump looks positively bootylicious.
(LAUGHS) Do you have a permit for that thing?
Oh, oh, it's too much! (LAUGHS)
Oh gee, I didn't mean that.
I'm sorry, I just can't help it sometimes. I'm a mockingbird.
It's what I do. Please, please, please! You gotta help.
My babies are in serious trouble, please!
(WAILS) Please!
(SMASH)
Please?
(THUDS)
Giddy up, flyboy!
Wait, I don't understand. They were just here.
(BURPS)
It's...too...late.
How could you! You ate my babies.
You monster.
BABY BIRD: (MUFFLED) Mama, is that you?
Babies?
BABY BIRD: No, it's the kibble talking. Of course it's us, what took you so long?
Oh, thank goodness, my little mocklings are alive!
-(CLANK) -Ahhh!
MA BIRD: (MUFFLED) Well, what you waiting for? Eat me.
(GULPS)
MA BIRD: Babies? BABY BIRD: Oh great, now what are we gonna do, Mama?
MA BIRD: We fly.
BABY BIRD: What? MA BIRD: You heard me. Stop yappin' and start flappin'.
(WINGS FLAPPING)
(FLAPPING)
(GLASS SHATTERS)
(THUDS)
MA BIRD: Maybe just one more?
(SCRATCHING)
(AIR WHOOSHING)
(FLAPPING)
MA BIRD: And drop!
(AIR WHISTLING)
(HUGE THUD)
(POPPING)
MAM BIRD: Yeah I think that'll do it.
Why, thank you, my good man.
Ahhh! I got my babies back! Thanks for the help, buddy.
How can I ever repay you? Just name it.
This isn't exactly what I had in mind.
IN UNISON: (CHANTING) Om.
Om, no thanks.