Let'’s see if we can find a suitable one-of-a-kind gift
for my dear, sweet grandchildren.
Ooh, Granny, how about that over there!
Excellent idea. Let'’s take a look.
Ommm... Hello, and welcome to Dye Another Clay.
Where you can paint your own beautifully
Oh, my, pots and bowls!
Why, Tweety, this place has what every child wants,
pots and bowls.
I'’ll buy the whole wad.
[CASH REGISTER DINGS]
The government watches our every move, lady.
Well, then, I'’ll have to go to the ATM.
Tweety, be a good bird and stay here and have some fun.
Okay, Granny, I think I'’ll paint a little creation.
I tawt I taw a puddy tat.
I did, I did taw a puddy tat!
Looks like Puddy vase needs some color.
Pretty as a picture.
I'’ll give you pretty!
Hey, bro, let me show you how to throw some clay.
First, dig in there and let that clay slide between your fingers.
Then we squeeze the pedal and get that wheel turning.
And then you just sit back and relax.
That'’s right, relax.
♪ To feel your touch
♪ So deep
-♪ So much ♪ -[TIMER DINGS]
Oh, looks like my piggy bank'’s done.
I think you got this, brah.
[GRUNTING]
Turns out I'’m not so bad at this after all.
So, that'’s how it'’s gonna be, huh?
All right, my piggy'’s done.
And so is my Kimchi burrito.
Where did that bird go?
Yoo-hoo. [WHISTLING]
I'’m over here, Mr. Puddy.
[WHISTLING]
I'’m trapped inside this thing!
Oh, good, someone'’s coming. Help!
Help! Get me out of here.
Huh? What'’s that, little kiln? You want me to turn you on?
Okay, here you go, little buddy.
[SCREAMING]
Nice.
Someone'’s fart stinks.
[EXPLOSION]
Just a couple of splashes of color
and my bird bath is complete.
Time for me to get that bird,
Ooh, I tawt I taw a sneaky snake.
What'’s a poor, defenseless birdie to do?
[SNAKE CHARMING MUSIC PLAYING]
This was a mistake.
[SNIGGERING]
I could play this all day.
Oops, missed me! Too slow.
Oh, so close.
Wow. You'’ve got really bad aim.
I didn'’t even move.
Now, Puddy,
Here, start sculpting.
Is that all you got?
Don'’t worry, there'’s plenty in here.
That'’s it. I'’m getting you, bird.
Ain'’t nothing gonna stop me.
Like I said, ain'’t nothing gonna stop...
Ain'’t nothing gonna stop...
-[TWEETY WHISTLING] -Ain'’t nothing gonna stop me.
My store!
Tweety, I'’m... Oh, my goodness!
What happened here?
You should be ashamed. Such a filthy store,
it'’s dangerous. My poor little Tweety could have been hurt.
It'’s okay, Granny. Except for a few ruffled feathers.
Maybe we could stop for ice cream on the way home.
Why, of course, my dear.
Anything for my innocent little birdie.
But first, look what I made.
Why, Tweety, this bird bath would be a perfect present.
Here you go, sonny, that should cover it.
Come along, Tweety pie.
And here'’s a little somethin'’ for you.
Bummer.
Ah! I love coming to the lake house in Cleveland.
So calm, so quiet.
The perfect place to write my great American novel.
All right, nature, inspire me.
Woo-hoo! Spring break!
I made it to the lake house.
Now, I'’m ready to party the whole weekend away.
Heads up.
Well, I said, "Heads up."
Get out of here, you crazy duck.
This is my lake cabin.
Your cabin? Sir, I will have you know
my cabin is right here.
Cabin 1B.
Oh.
Look, I don'’t need to be rude but...
I need peace and quiet
while I write my great American novel.
Oh, goodness, you'’re a writer?
How did you afford this place? [LAUGHS DERISIVELY]
I kid. I'’ve got nothing but respect for the written word.
I shall leave you in peace to better hear your muse.
Thank you.
No, sir. I will not exhale heavily
lest my sighs and exhales disturb your reverie.
Wait.
Not even a pin drop.
Just you and the calming trees and lake breeze.
[SIGHING IN RELIEF] Finally...
Will you get out of here?
Now, where was I? Oh, that'’s right.
Chapter 1...
[DIRT BIKE TURNING OVER]
Good gracious.
Mr. Duck, what'’s all the racket?
Trying to start my dirt bike so I can race it around my house.
-Get that thing out of my... -[ENGINE REVVING]
Look out, coming through! Gain way.
Listen, bud, I appreciate the company
but I thought you had a "novel" to write.
That duck'’s racing is driving me crazy.
Fortunately, the beach is far enough away
so I won'’t be disturbed.
Howdy, neighbor. Fancy seeing you here.
Hey, is that a campfire? Where are the s'’mores?
-Actually, I was... -Too lazy to cook, huh?
Not a problem. I brought everything we need.
Hey, that'’s my beach chair!
And my umbrella, and my ukulele.
You really should lock your doors.
♪ Oh, making s'’mores is lots of fun
♪ Making s'’mores is loots of fun
♪ Making s'’mores is lots of fun
♪ My marshmallow fell in the fire ♪
My marshmallow fell in the fire!
We gotta get it out! Oh, it'’s still good!
[SHRIEKING]
What'’re you doing, duck? Mr. Duck, stop it.
-Gimme that! -No, not my...
What else can we use?
Boy, I really overreacted.
S'’more? [SIGHING] This is the life.
I hate to ruin a moment,
but don'’t jet skis run on gas?
I'’m going to finish this novel even if it kills me.
-Chapter one. -Chapter one.
What'’re you doing?
All right, just keep it to yourself.
It was a calm and peaceful morning.
Are you copying me?
What? Don'’t flatter yourself, Bub.
Every good story starts with, "It was a calm and peaceful morning."
This is standard stuff.
Whatever. It was so quiet.
BOTH: Of the clouds floating overhead in Polynesian skies.
You'’re copying me.
You are copying me.
BOTH: Stop it, this instant.
BOTH: I mean it.
BOTH: I'’m a big-mouthed screwy duck whose really over-dramatic.
And I have flat feet and ugly feathers.
-And my beak is weird and... -[DAFFY GASPS]
-What? -You'’re right. My beak is weird.
[SOBBING HARD]
Oh, I'’m sorry, Mr. Duck.
I didn'’t mean to hurt your feelings.
It was just words.
Well, words hurt, buddy.
-But not as much as typewriters. -[SHRIEKING]
That nutty duck!
I need to work without any disturbance.
I can see you.
I still see you.
[WHISPERING] I still see you.
All right, that ought to do it.
I'’m gonna finish this novel and nothing'’s gonna stop me.
Okay.
Great American novel.
Starts with a good cup of Joe.
I did it, I finished the great American novel.
DAFFY: Do you mind?
We'’re in the middle of my book reading
of The Ducks of Wrath.
It'’s my best-selling great American novel.
You wrote the great American novel?
I guess I beat you to it.
Chapter 2... Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo!
MAN 1: So insightful.
WOMAN 1: It'’s so inspired.
Ahaaaa... [LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY]