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O’Malley: No, no, no, baby. Duchess: And they are very fond of you. Let’s rock the joint! [O’Malley picks her up and gets back into the truck] Berlioz: Yeah. Now you close your eyes, and cross your heart. I’m not. Duchess: Edgar?

That’s pretty corny, though, huh? Toulouse: (standing up) Yes, Mama. O’Malley: (joins in). It’s time we concerned ourselves with self-improvement. O’Malley: My pleasure entirely. Duchess: Now, now, Thomas. Berlioz: (wet and miserable) I’m coming, mama.

Duchess: Won’t you join us, monsieur Roquefort?

Abigail: Shh! Now you just hide over there and you leave the rest to J. Thomas O’Malley. [Toulouse is mixing the oils, dripping some on the floor so that Berlioz has to jump aside] Toulouse: Yeah.

Please?

O’Malley: One magic carpet coming up. Abigail: Mister O’Malley, I think you should be the rear end. Toulouse: I told ya it was Edgar. Lafayette: I still say it was a little old cricket bug. Say cheese.

And we were all riding and bouncing along-- [Frogs croak] Frogs? [She sits on a sofa, tired] Ah, Georges, we’re just a pair of sentimental old fools. Abigail: First, you must gain self-confidence by striking out on your own. Edgar: You came back. Madame: They’re gone! Duchess: Why, mister O’Malley, you are amazing! [Berlioz runs after Marie, Toulouse hides under a chair]

You’re just her house pets. Lafayette chuckles: This time I get the tender part. Abigail: Duchess, you’ll do nicely here. It’s warm and, mm-mm, cozy.

Italian Cat: But he was a-close. Duchess and kittens are in trouble!

Duchess: Now, now, darlings. Duchess: No, not at all. O’Malley:(licks his paw) All right. I mean, I suppose it’s a coincidence, but it just doesn’t look like a coincidence. [Edgar escapes with his things]

Whoop! [O’Malley gulps] [Loud thunder makes Duchess scream a little] Oh dear, oh dear! Edgar:(spits the wine out) It can’t be them! Napoleon: Wait a minute, I’m the leader, I’ll say when it’s the end. [The truck stops, the furious milkman comes out] (steps out of the car, furious) Sapristi! Good heavens! {cut to the geese walking} Come here, my darlings. Madame: There now, Duchess. Georges: Will, eh?

Good.  Napoleon] Napoleon: Hush your mouth!

Madame: No, no, no, Georges, to my cats. I’m the only cat of my kind. Duchess: Well, it is most important that I get back to Paris.

(stands up and hits his head on the intercom) Ow! Abigail: Oh dear! I’ve learned to live with ‘em. Lafayette: Well, he didn’t hurt me, he hit me on the head. Auf weidersehen. Fisherman’s luck. Duchess: Oh Thomas! )California (west coast) knows how to party (yes they do)(that's right)In the city of L.A. (city of L.A.)In the city of good ol' Watts (good ol' Watts)In the city, the city of Compton (city of Compton)We keep it rockin! [Cats smile] ooh, oh, heh.

Thomas is a dear friend of ours.

When playin’ jazz he always has Does anyone have any info on this? Toulouse: Hurry up, mama

Sounds awesome! Napoleon: Lafayette. Madame: Come in. Don’t come in! I say, that’s not at all bad. I’m tellin’ you! We must both look our best for Georges.

Roquefort: Well, yes. Duchess: Oh no, no, we mean far more to her than that. The other cats will all commence Duchess: No, no, no, I like it, well, uh-- well, all it needs is a little tidying up and, well, maybe a little feminine touch. Napoleon: Right there. Marie: ♪Doe me so doe-- [The fight stops. Duchess: (sighes) I understand perfectly, monsieur O’Malley. I’ve had all the help I can take.

His name is O’Toole. O’Malley: 3? Very good. And what might your name be? Duchess: Oh, never mind! Whoo-whoo!

Very good. Duchess: Oh, I’m so sorry, but, well, we just couldn’t. [Scat cat returns to jazz]

Duchess: Now Marie, darling, don’t be frightened. Lafayette: Oh, Napoleon, we done bit six tires today.

Oh! [She opens a curtain to see the basket gone] Oh! And this time, ha, you’ll never come back. Berlioz: Mama.

Duchess and Marie: ♪Doe me so doe doe so me doe ♪ Doe me so doe doe so me doe ♪ Though at first it seems as though it doesn’t show ♪ Like a tree, ability will root and grow ♪ Toulouse: Can I help you, mister O’Malley, huh? I realize that’s a bold statement, though with each member being a knockout singer in their own right, and with Phillips lavishing his simple melodies with deep and nearly bottomless arrangements that allowed each song to sound epic, this was material that no one saw coming.

Here we go. [They all eat creme] Duchess: Yes. Friends of yours? And what a finale. Oh, no. [The milkman suddenly sees him and the cats in the rearview mirror.]

Duchess: Marie! Listen. Where-- and somebody stole my bumbershoot! ♪ That’s right, and I’m very proud of that. Mama! Abigail: You really did quite well for a beginner.

Whoo-whoo!

Frou-frou: I know.

Abigail: We’re on holiday. To which pets do the others tip their ducks? I can’t wait. Napoleon: Wait a minute! Toulouse: Oh, yeah! O’Malley: Move! Berlioz: Yes, Mama. [Lafayette steps on his own ear and falls down]

Duchess: Oh. That’s me!

Lafayette: Made a mess of it, huh? I suppose everybody knows the big hits. [Berlioz catches Marie by the tail] Napoleon: You can be replaced, you know. I love ‘em. Everybody’s pickin’ up on that feline beat. Here we go. Lafayette: Hey, I’m right here! Berlioz: Look! O’Malley and Scat Cat: When everybody wants to be a cat [He waves a newspaper] I’ve some news straight from the horses’s mouth, if you’ll pardon the expression, of course. Oh, Thomas! Abigail: Obviously a philanderer who trifles with unsuspecting women’s hearts. Duchess: Thomas, your friends are really delightful.

Berlioz: Yes, Mama. Who knows where it’s at. Duchess: Perhaps a magic carpet built for two? O’Malley: Maybe a short, sweet goodbye would be easiest.

Kittens? Marie: Thank you, mister O’Malley for saving my life. And uh, let’s see, you take this position. And certainly no one can do this better than my faithful servant, Edgar. The Mama’s And The Papa’s seem to have been dodging a bad rap forever, yet their vocals and harmonies were without a doubt some of the most lush, complex and deeply arranged material of the day, perhaps only bested by The Beach Boys.

Why, you won’t believe what they tried to do to your poor old uncle Waldo [hic] Look. Berlioz: Well, we almost had a father. Here, kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty!

After it! O’Malley: That was just a lucky break for me, baby.

Adelaide, you mean to say you’re leaving your vast fortune to Edgar? We’re gonna fly after all! yeahThrow it up y'all, throw it up, Throw it up (I can't see ya! Sounds like a gang of swinging hepcats.

Uh, I was sent here for help by a cat. [O’Malley takes the rug off a can with cream] Berlioz: Mama? Toulouse: Groovy, mama, groovy! O’Malley: Hey! O’Malley to himself: Now that’s quite a family. Scat Cat: (singing) Everybody wants to be a cat. [Edgar takes the scarf from his neck] ♪I’m king of the highway ♪ Prince of the boulevard ♪ Duke of the avant-garde ♪ The world is my backyard ♪ So if you’re goin’ my way♪ [Kittens wake up and peek from the basket] That’s the road you wanna seek ♪ Calcutta to Rome or home sweet home ♪ In Paris ♪ Magnifique, you all♪ Madame: Oh, Georges! Oh, no, we’ve got to hurry.

[O’Malley jumps at the windshield and screeches, causing the milkman startling in horror] Now, now, my darlings. [Berlioz and Toulouse are duelling on piano, making ending for the song, until they bump into each other and fall on the keys. They peer out and see the milkman leave in his truck once more.) Everybody wants to be a cat! [The stopping truck causes O’Malley to land on his head and screeches] SACRE BLEU! O’Malley: Hey there! Last one up the stairs is a nincompoop. Oh dear, what a terrible night. Georges: To your cats? Well, there it is. Frou-frou: Hurry, Roquefort, hop aboard the motorcycle and for goodness sakes, do be careful! Swing on down here, daddy. Duchess: Oh, I’m delighted to meet you, monsieur Scat Cat.

Berlioz, here we are. I’ll think of a way.    [Berlioz gets Marie and starts tickling her] And I come after the cats. Marie: Yes, Mama. O’Malley:(to Roquefort) Over there! {cut to windmill, backfiring of Edgar’s motorcycle wakes Napoleon} Kittens! Very good. [He runs out of the house] Duchess! Madame: That’s right. Duchess: Where every note is out of sight Marie:(sings) Because a cat’s the only cat They’re back! [Toulouse with his paws in paint, joins Berlioz on the piano] I thought you were swans. O’Malley needs help! Huh, and those kids.

Amelia: Sir. O’Malley: All right.

Heel, roll over, play dead! Do we have to waddle like they do? Duchess: (laughs) Why, monsieur, your name seems to cover all of Europe. Russian Cat: Who wants to dig a long-haired gig Whoo-whoo! Marie: I am ready, maestro.

Run! You either are or you’re not.

I mean, each cat will live about 12 years. )California Love!Let's show these fools how we do this on that west sideCause you and I know it's the best sideYeah, that's rightWest coast, west coastUh, California LoveCalifornia LoveYeah[Chorus]Just c'mon, shake, shake it baby baby babyShake it mama shake it mama shake it mama, rector scaleTalkin' 'bout our earthquake on the rector scaleCity of ComptonCity of Compton, where the girls shake their booties.Shake it mama shake it baby shake, shake it baby.Shake, shake it.

Roquefort runs after O’Malley: Mister O’Malley! Lafayette: I got him, I got him, I got him, I got him! But I’m a mouse!

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