The Tale of the Wriggly Worms Peter Rabbit

# Let's go

# Go on a run

# Run for our lives

# We'll tear a hole in every fence, in every wall

# Run through the fields

# Run wild and free

# And grab a piece of every radish that we see

# Go day and night

# Go for it all

# It's time to fly, come on, the winds begun to blow

# Let's go

# Cos you and I, we weren't made for going slow

# Let's go

# Adventure calls, the game is on, come on

# Let's go

# Let's go

# Let's go

# Let's go

Give that back, you horrible rabbits!

Peter, you said he wouldn't see us.

-That's what I always say, Lily. The tunnel!

-Got it.

Argh, lost them...

and I was going to have that squash for my lunch.

Here we are, the perfect spot for a nice wormy lunch.

Mmmm, lovely, fresh worms.

-Oh, my lunch!

-Morning.

You clumsy bunny brats, stopped my lunch.

Pesky little bunny rabbits.

Thought you could mess up my worm catching

and get away with it, did you?

-Er, yes...

-Wait, if it was worms you wanted,

why didn't you just say so?

Because, you just happen to be looking at the wood's number one

worm catchers.

-Eh, where?

-You silly...

I mean big, not at all ugly badger.

Sometimes, we can catch worms in our sleep.

Sometimes, we catch so many worms,

we don't even know what to do with them.

Yeah right, worms, they're so... wriggly.

So, you let Benjamin go and we'll fill this bucket with worms. Deal?

I'll tell you what, fill that bucket with worms

and then I'll let your friend go.

And be back by lunchtime, when the sun's at its highest. Or else!

Look out worms, here we come!

Look out worms here we come?

-Peter, we've never caught a worm in our lives!

-True, true...

-but, well, there's a first time for everything.

-But a whole bucketload?

By lunchtime? Benjamin's really in trouble.

He's not in trouble, because we can do this. Watch!

See... oh.

-Slippery little things, aren't they?

-You're grabbing at them too fast.

Here, let me try...

Maybe we need a deeper hole?

Ouch!

Not a single worm! Benjamin's in so much trouble!

Here, while we're waiting, make yourself useful

and give these a polish.

Urgh, bleurgh, bleurgh...

Hurry, Peter!

I'm telling you, Peter, there's no such thing as a flying worm.

But I just saw one, shhh!

Sorry, Mr Fisher.

That's all right, young, Peter Rabbit.

Just relieved you weren't a giant fish!

I feared I was a goner, for a moment.

-Mr Fisher, we need some worms for Tommy Brock, fast!

-Oh, let's see...

Well, this worm is my last piece of bait.

But, you're most welcome to it.

It's a start.

Oh!

Hmmm, I know! Your father always said

there's only one place to go if you want to find worms!

He did, where?

Let's hope your dad was right about worms being in Mr McGregor's garden.

I know, but look, the sun's nearly at its highest.

Benjamin's depending on us. Come on!

What else can you do

while we're waiting for your friends to come back?

That is, IF they come back.

-Ta-da!

-Oh, boring!

-Can't you liven it up a bit?

-Er, OK.

Oh, ouch, ouchy, awww!

Ha ha ha ha! Now that's what I call a show!

STOMACH RUMBLES

It's almost my lunch time.

I hope your friends are better at catching worms

than you are at juggling.

Peter and Lily are the best worm-catchers in the whole woods!

You'll see. They'll do it...

We're never going to do it.

A good rabbit never gives up... Lily, look at this, it's a whopper!

Er, Peter...

-Hmmmm...

-Bah, who am I fooling?

-I can't catch worms, I'm a rabbit, not a bird.

-Stomp again.

-Huh!?

Maybe we should be birds. The stomping brings the worms out.

I know that for a fact.

Great idea!

# Off you go

# No time to lose

# You'd best be on your way!

# Off you go

# Cos you can't afford to fail today

# Proceed with care, think fast and stay aware

# And you'll succeed at what you're trying to do

# So, off you go

# And you should know

# The gold's in reach, it's waiting there for you #

-The sun's nearly at its highest.

-Tommy Brook's lunch time.

Time to save Benjamin. Let's go!

You know it's almost a shame we were born rabbits.

Yeah, we would've made some pretty great birds!

-A-ha!

-Mr Tod!

Fresh, young rabbits for lunch. What a splendid notion.

Get back!

Urgh, worms.

What's the matter, radish stealing not going so well today?

They're for someone else, actually.

What a shame you'll never get to deliver them.

We've no choice, use the worms.

No! Oh, get them off,

they're down my neck...

That tickles. Urgh, urgh!

THEY LAUGH

-That got rid of him.

-But it got rid of all the worms too.

Poor Benjamin, we've got to do something.

Maybe there's something in my just-in-case pocket. Just in case...

acorn, envelope, spoon, mitten,

ball of string...

I don't see how this is going to... Wait a second, Lily, that's it!

-String.

-It looks just like a worm.

-Exactly!

We'll still deliver the worms,

just not the way Tommy Brock expected, let's hop to it.

-Pick a pine cone, any pine cone!

-Oh, why should I?

Er, not a magic fan?

No problem. How about singing? I'm pretty good at that.

-La la la la la...

-Enough! Your friends aren't coming back.

And if I'm not going to have my worms, well at least I can have...

I can have... I know, some nice, new fluffy slippers.

Of course, why didn't you say? I'll just run to the shop and...

-I'm the slippers, aren't I?

-Anyone for worms?

-I don't believe it!

-Please believe it.

-Give 'em here.

-No way, you let Benjamin go first.

-That was the deal.

-All right, all right.

He'd hardly make one decent slipper anyway.

Now, put the bucket down and get out of here. I like to eat alone.

Lunch for one, coming right up. See you around Tommy Brock.

Where are you, you fluffy... little...

Tommy Brock, where did you get that bucket?

Made the rabbits collect worms for me. And you think you're clever!

-Ha-ha-ha!

-Oh, you nincompoop, those aren't worms. It's string.

-You've been tricked.

-String, 'ey!? Nice try, but you can't fool me.

-Those are worms. Now give 'em back.

-Aha, rabbits.

Argh, think you can spill my lunch and get away with it?

-Come back here, Mr Tod!

-No!

So, you tricked a brainless badger out of his lunch,

-well, nothing gets in the way of my lunch.

-You spilt my lunch...

Time to get them paws dirty, Mr Tod, and dig me up some worms to eat.

Confounded worms... This is impossible.

Oi, less chat and more worm catching, thank you!

Hey, Mr Tod, try acting like a bird, it really helps.

ALL THREE LAUGH

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