(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
♪ Going down the rabbit hole
♪ Where we're going no one knows
♪ Obstacles 'round every bend
♪ Let's see where the tunnel ends ♪
What was the answer that cinched it, again?
(SQUEAKING)
That is one succinct and eloquent explanation
of the origin of our universe.
-Hmm, thank you. -And look at us now, in first class.
With all the leg room we desire.
(EXCLAIMS)
Ouch!
Excuse me, sir, but would you mind putting up your seat just a smidge?
I do the bidding of no one!
I am King Thes!
Theth?
No, Thes!
T-H-E-S. Thes.
Oh! Thes.
It's short for Thessalonius.
Your entree, sir.
I can't even tell what this is!
I want something fresh!
I want something new. (SNIFFS)
Oh, what is that heavenly smell?
Huh?
-Oh, me? -Squeaks?
-He's a squirrel. -Oh!
I've never had squirrel before.
-(BUGS GRUNTS) -(SQUEAKS EXCLAIMS)
You look like a tasty meal!
Everyone remain calm.
Air Marshall Jet Booster at your service.
Your Highness, we have a situation.
Someone is eating the passengers.
(BABBLING)
Sir, this is no time for tuna casserole.
It's me!
I'm the one eating the passengers!
No problem, sir, but due to the threat of being eaten,
I'll need him and all the other passengers to return to their seats.
-But... -We'll secure this area for your protection.
-(GRUNTS) -We're all clear!
I'm the one eating the passengers!
Okay. Now normally, that would be fine,
but please refrain from any more passenger eating
while this maniac is on the loose.
Besides, the No Eating Passenger light is on.
(BEEPING)
Look, it's not safe for you here.
We've got to get you inside the executive panic room.
(GRUNTING)
Maybe turn me sideways.
(GRUNTING) Squirming isn't helping.
Hmm!
(COUGHS)
No, no, no...
(GRUNTING) Maybe, you should try it with wheels first.
-No, thanks. -(GROANING)
Fits like a glove.
Hey, Squeaks, take a look at this solar-powered umbrella.
-(CRASHING) -This can't be good.
(OBJECTS CRASHING)
No one makes a monkey out of Thes!
(SCREAMS)
-Hey! -(BUGS SCREAMS)
BUGS: You're ten minutes late.
Here at Sky High Real Estate,
-we do not like to be kept waiting. -Uh-huh.
King Thes doesn't kowtow to real estate agents.
Give me my squirrel!
Sorry.
This is the highest penthouse apartment in the world.
It has three rooms, six-and-a-half baths,
panoramic views out of every window and uncomfortably seats 240.
Ooh, perfect for my dreamcatcher collection.
So, what do you think?
Hmm...
I don't like the carpet.
You don't like the carpet?
Well, this has been a colossal waste of time.
I'll have my people contact your people
with some new listings without carpets. Good day.
Wow! She really must know what she's doing.
Wait a minute, I'm on the wing.
(SCREAMING)
Hey, Squeaks, you at all interested in some stairs
that'll make it easy for you to get on the couch?
-(GRUNTS) -No more messing around!
King Thes, you shouldn't be eating amongst the commoners.
-What would the magistrate think? -You're right.
I don't need any more bad press either.
A benevolent doe-headed man of the people should only dine in the most exclusive places.
Of course.
Such fine cuisines should only be served at the VIP super-secret supper club.
-The VIP... -(SHUSHING)
Come with me, Your Highness, and I'll show you the exclusive privacy
of the super-secret VIP supper club.
The entrance is right in there.
It doesn't seem like I can fit.
Sure you can.
You're fighting it. Don't worry, I got a back-up plan.
There you go.
You just had to ease into it.
(GAGGING)
There you are. Come on, follow me.
-How did you get down here? -Oh, we took the stairs.
-The what? -Here you go. Table for one.
How am I supposed to get in there?
-Let me show you. -(GRUNTING)
Now gimme my squirrel.
Oh no, no, no! You can't have your main course before you enjoy your other dishes.
-I can't? -Oh, no.
Would you like to start with soup or salad?
Soup. (EXCLAIMS)
You gotta have your appetizers, your formaggi e frutta,
your antipasto,
your secondo, your crabs...
Enough! I'm stuffed.
I can't eat another bite.
But we didn't even get to the main course.
-Ooh. -Please, no more.
What do you say, Squeaks?
Should we wrap up these leftovers, to go?
-(MUTTERS IN AGREEMENT) -(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
BUGS: Have a nice flight!
(GROANS)
Look at us, Squeaks, we're kings of the sky.
-(MUTTERS) -Speaking of kings...
I wonder how ol' Thes is doing.
(SIGHS HAPPILY)
Finally getting the royal treatment.
My fruit came right on time.
(SNIFFS)
Ooh, what is that delectable smell?
-(GROWLS) -(GASPS)
Nice squirrels. Nice squirrels.
Ah! Alaskan summers.
24 hours of non-stop tanning.
Uh, excuse me,
you're blocking my sun... (YELPS)
You. You're perfect.
Yeah, I get that a lot.
Not you, you big-eared mouth-breather.
The squirrel.
I've been searching for you forever.
Huh, me?
Yeah, you. I am the Great Beaver.
I seek out the most perfect and majestic example
of every species in the animal kingdom.
Once chosen, this hero must accomplish his series of challenges
to prove themselves worthy of eternal commemoration
on the grand totem.
I've made them for lions, gorillas,
roosters, all the great beasts.
But I've never made one for a squirrel.
Excuse me, but I couldn't help but notice
there isn't a rabbit on any of these.
Well, I should hope not.
Rabbits are selfish and smelly.
They run around in your garden, they don't contribute to society.
Some of these are very specific.
Rabbits are ugly,
big-eared backstabbers
with an unjustified sense of entitlement.
Hey! I demand to participate.
If you do want to be honored with a great totem,
you must pass the challenge of the first, and dare may I say,
greatest spirit animal, the beaver.
You must think like a beaver.
Okay, now what?
First, you must cross this line.
Some exclusive club, what's next?
Is a puffin gonna challenge us to eat a bowl of ice cream?
I just wanted you over here.
The sun was in my eyes. Your second spirit animal
is the regal eagle.
Like our majestic winged friends,
you must soar through the air, right off that cliff,
over there.
It seems I spoke too soon.
Here! You'll need these eagle outfits to complete the task.
Ooh.
Uh, this is clearly a petite size.
Do you have anything a hair larger? (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)
That is the only size I have.
You didn't happen to bring your own eagle outfit, did you?
Then I suppose you should be a grateful bunny
and dive off that cliff.
(SQUEAKS CACKLING)
(WHOOPING)
(SCREAMING)
Very good.
Wait a minute, where is that rabbit?
-(BUGS SCREAMING) -(GRUNTS)
That was pathetic, rabbit,
but it counts.
Your next spirit animal is the mighty salmon.
You must retrace the mighty salmon's spawning run
by swimming up this water fall.
(SQUEAKS)
Not so fast, cottontail.
Your waterfall is up there.
(SQUEAKS EXCLAIMING)
This...
Is going...
Swimmingly...
(GROWLING)
(LAUGHING)
BUGS: Bye, girls.
See you all at Marcy's later.
Oh yeah, here's your costume back, thanks.
(SNIFFING)
Your next and final challenge...
Well, you've been favoring Squeaks every challenge.
I demand to be treated equally.
(MUTTERS)
Well, fine then.
You two can be a team on the final challenge
and to take on the implausible orca
in her own elements,
two-on-two beach volleyball.
-This ought to be easy. -Uh-huh.
(GROWLS)
Now we're warmed up.
(GRUNTS)
-I got it. (GROANS) -(SQUEAKS EXCLAIMS)
(BUGS SCREAMS)
We're getting creamed out here, Squeaks.
(MUTTERS)
You're right, Squeaks. It's time we shed these winter coats and get serious.
It looks like summer just got a lot hotter!
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
Huh?
(GRUNTING)
We get this one and it's top of the totem time.
Yeah-huh!
(GRUNTS)
-(SCREAMS) -(GRUNTS)
(CHOKING)
(BOTH CHEERING)
-(GAGGING) -(GRUNTS)
BEAVER: Ouch.
Well, as much as it pains me to say...
(EXCLAIMS IN PAIN) Both of you knuckleheads have passed.
But you couldn't have done it on your own.
So I'm putting you both on the same pole.
-(CHAINSAW WHIRRING) -(GRUNTS)
What do you think?
BUGS: I hate to seem ungrateful,
but you clearly didn't carve me up there.
Take a closer look, you lousy lapin.
Well, I could think of worse places to be!
♪ Going down the rabbit hole
♪ Where we're going no one knows
♪ Obstacles 'round every bend
♪ Let's see where the tunnel ends ♪