Cheesy Rumbles Rastamouse

# Zooba zooba zooba dan

# Zooba zooba zooba day

# Rastamouse and Scratchy and Zoomer

# Also known as the Easy Crew

# Crime fighters They're very special agents

# Playing reggae when the work is through

# Give it up, give it up

# Give it up for the Easy Crew

# Solvin' mysteries in the neighbourhood

# Always there to make a bad ting good. #

Today, me going to teach you how to cook a wicked ch-ch-cheese p-pie.

-RUMBLE

-That's not me belly.

I already ate up two wicked cheese pies this morning-ing.

-GIGGLING

-Trust me. It's not me belly.

-Bandulu's belly not sound like that!

-RUMBLE

MUSIC

Yo! Zoomer! Rastamouse! Watch how me mix up this wicked new rhythm.

RUMBLE

Scratchy, you're losing your touch!

Never! Me still the best DJ in Mouseland. For real.

Chill, guys. Maybe it's the equipment.

Let's turn everything off and see wha' go on.

Nothing wrong, here. Like me say, Scratchy, you need to...

RUMBLE

-I told you it wasn't me.

-Sorry, Scratchy. You still the best.

-BUZZING

-Rastamouse, come in.

Come in. Do you read me?

Message from President Wensley Dale. Come immediately.

Easy Crew, let's shift.

MUSIC

Oh, Easy Crew. Thank goodness you come.

Me tink something bad going down.

Me was sipping me breakfast tea just now,

when me hear this loud rumbling sound.

At the orphanage, them also get rumbled.

Me have no hint of a clue what would cause this kind of disturbance.

That's why me call on you.

Hold tight, Wensley Dale. Me and the crew will get on it.

Let's see who got rumbled. I'll try the orphanage.

Thanks, Rastamouse.

Easy, Bandulu. Tell me about the rumbles you guys heard this morning.

Sure me heard rumbles. Them orphans thought it was my belly.

My belly don't make strange sounds like that.

Talking of strange, me did see some woman snooping round Natty Hill.

She snooped round the orphanage.

What was strange about her?

She had this beeping gadget that make a noise like "beep-beep"

and then she walk off to follow that noise.

Interesting. Let's go, Easy Crew.

Yo, Bagga T. Did you hear rumbling this morning?

Bagga was going to chill, cook a meal, walking out the ill,

when me heard what sounded like Fats' "zzt zzt" drill.

Cannot be Fats causing the rumbles with his drill, can it?

Me don't know. Let's find out.

-Thanks, Bagga T. See you later, man.

-Laters, Easy Crew.

-What's up, Fats?

-Yo, Rastamouse.

-You hear about the rumbles today?

-Sure, man.

Bagga T says it sounds like your drill.

Me reckon this drillin' is what' causing these rumbles.

Wasn't me. Me lent me drill to this sistren yesterday.

-What you can tell us about her?

-She had a map of the Buff Bay caves.

Thanks, Fats. Let's go check out the Buff Bay caves.

Zoomer, me race you there.

That's if you haven't lost your touch.

Me still the best in Mouseland! Let's go!

Yo, Scratchy. Come listen close.

I hear nothing. No-one drilling.

The cave's empty. How do we catch the mouse?

Check this out. Look at all these maps and drawings.

And there's holes...from the drill!

What's this mouse digging for? There's nothing round here.

Let's go and visit Ron the barber.

Them customers of his love to gossip and tell loads of stories.

If anyone knows why a mouse would be digging in these caves, it's Ron.

Good thinking, Scratchy.

-Let's go.

-Wayhey!

Me can tell you what them digging for.

Them digging for gold. There's bling under them caves.

-Winston. Stop interrupting.

-GIGGLING

This have nothing to do with gold or bling.

This is about the ancient treasure cheese buried deep in the caves.

-Buried by shipwrecked pirates.

-Cool!

Me heard this tale years ago from one of the oldest mice in the land.

But it just made up, it ain't true.

Thanks for your help, Ron.

Me got a wicked plan to catch this cheese-digging mouse.

Let's go see the Pres.

We think that a sistren is digging all over Mouseland

in search of rare pirate cheese.

Pirate cheese that don't exist.

She borrow Fats' drill and dug up the Buff Bay Caves.

-She not there when we checked it out.

-Who knows where she dig next?

We must tempt her out, but we no have rare cheese in Mouseland.

-Yes, we do.

-BOTH: We do?

Wicked!

Me been collecting rare cheese for years. Got a bad boy collection.

You think it be OK if me borrow some? SIGH

OK, Easy Crew. Follow me.

Hm. Nope...no.

Ah, huh.

Here we go.

-Ta-da!

-ALL: Wow!

You must really love that cheese, President.

This must be full of treasures.

Of course. Now, that cheese was very hard to find.

Make sure you take care of it.

That means nobody takes a bite, OK?

-OK!

-Uh-huh.

No worry. We're going to say a rare cheese has been found,

but the digger no getting her paws on it.

Easy Crew. let's go put the word on the street.

Listen up, Mouseland. This is a For Real FM exclusive.

A prized rare cheese has been found in Natty Hill.

With me in the studio, me have two wicked cheese experts.

-Ms Nuff Cheddar.

-Hello, Mouseland.

We also have Professor Chunky Cheese.

Yes, yes, Mouseland.

What can you tell us about this wicked cheese you discovered?

It's very rare cheese. Extremely old.

The cheese was stamped with an ancient pirate seal,

so it could have possibly been buried

-'by pirates!'

-'Well, there you go, listeners.

'A super-rare cheese has been found in Mouseland.'

Rare pirate cheese. Me knew it! Got to get me some of that.

-Thanks, Lil Patch. You're solid.

-So, what do we do now?

Let's check out Natty Hill and find out who's been making this noise.

Right, crew. You wait here and hide. Me gonna set up a trap!

Look! Someone's coming!

-Is that her?

-Shh!

Eh? Now, let's find that rare pirate cheese.

CHEESE DETECTOR SOUNDS

SNIFFING

-Hold it!

-Ah! Rastamouse!

Stop where you are and don't move.

Drop that detector, please.

Me guessing you create them rumble with your drilling for rare cheese.

Now it your turn to be rumbled.

Tell us why you think that it's OK

to dig up and drill up what isn't yours and selfishly take it away.

Me ever so sorry, Rastamouse.

Me not want to break the law,

but me got a talent for cheese collecting

-and a constant urge to explore.

-Me see. Go on.

All me life, I've been collecting cheese

so the world should know my name.

If me could find this rare pirate cheddar,

it would have been my claim to fame.

That cheese is just a myth, Miss Maxi.

-It no exist.

-Oh dear.

There's no rare cheddar.

No worry. Me have an idea how you can make a bad thing good,

and pay for all the trouble and rumble and tumble you caused.

But first, me have to chat to the President.

PHONE RINGS

Greetings. Oh, thank goodness.

Mm-hmm. Oh!

That plan sounds proper, Rastamouse.

Irie, man. Catch you later.

Miss Maxi, what you did was wrong.

Me hope you learn your lesson. Put your knowledge of cheese to good use,

and try hard to curb that obsession.

Me got a plan to put it right, and President agrees.

It's time you took the manager job at Mouseland's Museum of Cheese!

Oh! That's a wicked job!

Me always wanted me own cheese museum.

Thanks for coming. Me can now officially declare

Miss Maxi's Cheese Museum of Mouseland...open!

CHEERING

MUSIC

BUZZING

Easy Crew. Come in, come in. Are you reading me?

Message from President Wensley Dale. Listen, you three.

Rastamouse. Come in, come in. Me really dig your plan.

The cheese museum is crucial.

Thanks. Me love that. Irie, man.

# Give it up, give it up

# Give it up for the Easy Crew

# Solvin' mysteries in the neighbourhood

# Always there to make a bad ting good. #

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