Sole Rebel 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 their 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. #

-Yo, Zoomer.

-Zoomer.

-Hey, Rubba. Hey, Dub.

-Hold up.

-Why you in such a hurry?

-Why so fast?

-Me late!

-You not be late if you skate.

-Me left me blades at the studio.

By running me get the chance to test out me new trainers.

-They look crucial.

-Real crucial. You get them from Criss Trainers?

Ha ha! For true. Me got the last pair.

-You sure?

-We have the same pair.

Exactly the same.

-BOTH:

-Now we as cool as you.

Me thought it sold out.

-The shop was full of them when we got ours.

-Totally full. Brimming.

Oh, me have to go. Me gone.

RIP!

Oh, the bottom fell off.

-Now me trainers have no sole.

-THEY CHUCKLE

What going on, Zoomer?

Zoomer, why you so late?

That's why. Me got them from Criss Trainers

but they far from criss.

Me got them fresh out the box and run here.

Look, the sole fell off.

Best place for them now is the bin.

MOUSE WHISTLES

THEY PLAY REGGAE BASED ON WHISTLING MOUSE'S TUNE

That tune there is wicked for real.

Sweet, this is a jamming tune.

BUZZ! BUZZ!

'Rastamouse, come in! Are you reading me?

'Message from President Wensley Dale, come immediately.'

Look, we needed by the President, let's go.

Woo!

Here goes!

Whoah!

Yeah, man, coming through!

Easy Crew, thank goodness you come.

Someone has broken the law by thieving up all of them wicked pumps

that Sol sell in him Criss Trainers store.

Him upset and stress out and all of them thing

cos mice queuing right round the block

to snap up a pair of him extra cool kicks

and now him not have any stock.

-That is dread!

-Lucky you got your pair in time.

In time for them to fall apart!

Chill, Wensley Dale, the Easy Crew is on the the case.

Let's go.

Look at the queue!

MICE MURMUR

What's up, Sol?

Me was so happy me new designer trainers have been selling out fast.

Me even had to use new suppliers outside Mouseland to satisfy demand

but when this morning me found out that they'd all been stolen.

No worry yourself. Scratchy and Zoomer have a nose for clues.

Let's go, Easy Crew.

-What we going to do, Rastamouse?

-Hush now, he's thinking of a plan.

-Easy Crew.

-Easy Crew.

-Rubba and Dub, what's up?

-We're sorry.

-Yes, so sorry.

We shouldn't have laughed at you, Zoomer.

-No, look, our trainers have fallen apart too.

-Mm-hmm, too.

We were going to bring them back and complain to Sol.

But some mouse has thieved them from our yard.

-BOTH:

-We are doubly upset.

The Easy Crew are on it. We will be at your yard in double time,

double-checking if any clues been left

at the scene of the two-time crime.

-What happened?

-Before we went to finish our game...

We left our shoes here, his next to mine.

And mine next to his.

-That's right. And when we came back, they was gone.

-Gone.

-Hmm, look what me found.

-What's that?

Me not know, but me think it looks like a needle.

Na, it no a needle, needle is straight.

Scratchy is right, it is a needle. Hmm.

Easy Crew, back to the studio.

That funny.

You should have put the lid on the bin when we left.

Me sure me did!

Oh! Me trainers!

Them gone!

Why you care anyway? Them fell apart.

But me no remember leaving a pair of scissors in their place.

-Those not our scissors.

-Then someone's been here.

A pair of scissors and a bent needle.

-That must mean something. But what?

-No worry. Me have a plan.

Listen close now, Easy Crew,

cos me need you to advertise that new stock arrived in Criss Trainers.

Every design in every size,

then we'll head to Missy D's, stake out and lie in wait.

Me think this thief not be able to resist such tempting bait.

-Me hope you stuffed them boxes good.

-Me did!

-With paper and stones, just as Rastamouse told me.

-Good.

Him won't be able tell the difference.

Can you see anything? Let me see!

-Uh-uh! Your turn will come.

-No worry yourself, Sol.

This is a proper plan.

-Yo, Rastamouse, call off the search.

-Call it off.

Sssh! What are you doing here? This is a stake-out.

-But the case is solved.

-Huh?

The thieving mouse return our trainers.

And they fix up. They even more criss than before.

Even more criss. Them fix up proper with this wicked red stitch.

Red stitch and everything!

-SCRATCHY:

-Oh! True, dat!

Huh? The boxes, them gone!

Let's check it out.

What's up, did he leave a clue?

Me can't believe it.

The thieving mouse put back the shoes.

And now they're looking extra criss!

They fix up with a wicked red stitch!

Mm, boy, them is cool.

Me so happy, me want to thank him for returning them.

But why him steal them in the first place?

-Who would do such a thing, Rastamouse?

-Me not know yet.

But just look at this, upon the floor.

Me sure this trail of red thread gonna lead us straight to him door.

Come on, follow the thread.

We reached the end of the line, Rastamouse.

-What we gonna do know?

-Hush!

-What was that?

-What was what?

WHISTLING That! You not hear it?

-Oh! Someone must be happy.

-Me recognise that whistle.

Someone whistle like that after me trainer's sole fell off.

That is a jamming tune. Come, follow that whistle.

-Him fixing up the trainers.

-Him using the bent needle

-and some of the wicked red thread.

-Who is that, Rastamouse?

Me not know. Hmm. Let's check it out.

WHISTLING It no use looking in all them box,

cos them not contain no shoe. And at last me can now uncover

-that the mystery shoe thief is you.

-What? Well, how you find me?

The Easy Crew have a nose for clues and we follow a trail of thread.

-Then Zoomer heard you whistling.

-Oh, no, man! That is dread!

OK, me name is Sneaker,

and whatever shoes me jack, it always been me intention

-to put every single one of them back.

-Then why you do it, Sneaker?

Well, it's just that me can't stand to see bad workmanship in shoe. Hm!

That's why me had to thief them all and make them look brand new.

Before this, me called Criss Trainers.

Oh, yes, I'm-a tried to get to show all me cool designs to them.

But Sol, him just say no.

-Is that so, Sol?

-Mm, me have to say that is no lie.

His prices seemed to steep and the ones me already ordered,

me was getting them real cheap. But the cheap ones fell apart,

although they look quite fine. Me sorry, Sneaker.

I guess it's true that a stitch in time saves nine.

You must forgive me, Zoomer, me not get to make the switch.

Your trainers, them now built to last

with me extra wicked stitch.

Them there is wicked for real, boy!

Me sorry for selling sub-standard kicks.

Me have learned me lesson well. From now on is only good quality stock,

like Sneaker's, me gonna sell.

Sneaker, when you thieved them shoe me know you never meant

to upset anyone, so me gonna make a call to the President.

Me think me know how to make a bad thing good.

RING! RING!

Greetings.

Oh, thank goodness.

Mm? Mmm!

That plan there sound proper, Rastamouse.

Sweet!

That is all sorted then, you both work together and make shoes

-that are criss and well-made.

-For sure!

-Thanks, Rastamouse.

BUZZ! BUZZ!

'Easy Crew, come in, come in! Are you reading me?

'Message from President Wensley Dale. Listen up, you three,'

Rastamouse, come in, come in!

That was an exclusive plan,

and Sneaker's shoes, them criss for true.

Thanks, me love that. Irie, man.

# Give it up, give it up

# Give it up for the Easy Crew... #

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