Pie Without Cheese 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 thing good. #

Looking crisp, Wensley, looking crisp!

DOORBELL RINGS

Oh!

-Sasha?

-Wagwan, lickle bro? How you doin'?

Er, what you doing here?

Why you tink? Me come to visit me lickle baby brudda.

Me would expect a president to have a better uniform than shorts.

No, Sasha. Dis na' me uniform.

Me off to the golf course to hang out with me bredrin Toots.

-Oh! Me come all de way to see you an' all.

-Me comin' back later.

So for the meantime, you can chill 'ere in the crib until me return.

-Oh, really? Perfek!

-Make yourself at home.

Oh, do your brudda a favour and let everyone know that today

is me day off and me na' around.

For sure.

And if there is any serious problems,

you can contact the Easy Crew with this.

But it's only for emergencies.

Na' worry yourself, Wensley. Everything will be cool.

OK. Catch you later. Soon come!

Since when did de president get a day off?

Dat na' happen if it were me, mmm-mmm.

Nice. Dat suits me fine.

THEY JAM

-Yo, Easy Crew! Dis riddim sounds sweet!

-Ha-ha! Tune!

RADIO CRACKLES

'Listen, Cheesy Crew. Hello, hello, are you reading me?

'Message from the president's mansion. Listen up urgently.

'The president off on important business and na' around today,

'so for the meantime 'im left me in charge,

'and you do what me say.

'So, come to the president's mansion, now!'

-What was dat about?

-Me na' know, but we better find out. Let's shift.

-Yeah! Hey-hey!

-Let's go!

Whee! Hee-hee!

Irie, man.

-Oh, you must be the Cheesy Crew.

-No, that's the Easy Crew!

Me name is Sasha, de president's older sister,

and it was me ya hear earlier using Wensley's radio transistor.

Him ask me to do him a favour and make contact wit you three,

him want Bandulu make him a pie,

a pie without any cheese.

EASY CREW: What?!

But de president love 'im some cheese!

That's what 'im want, that's what 'im get!

Remember, him put ME in charge, and you must do as me say.

OK. We'll get on the case.

Me no get it, guys.

The president must say 'im away,

leaving someone in charge.

Me know! And who has a pie with no cheese?! Dat is crazy!

Well, maybe 'im tryin' something different.

-'Sup, Bandulu?

-Hey, guys, you cool?

-Mmm! Somethin' smell good, brudda!

Dat's me cheese pies. Dem for the lickle orphans.

So, how can me help you today? You looking for a cheese pie?

Oh, yeah, for de president's mansion. But without cheese.

What?! A Bandulu pie without cheese?

But de president love him some good cheese!

Well, President Wensley Dale is away on important business,

and 'im sister Sasha is in charge.

She say de president ask for a cheeseless pie.

Oh, well, me will hook dat up for him and bring it over.

Respect, bredder. OK, Easy Crew, let's go.

Dis runnin' Mouseland ting is easy peasy.

-DOORBELL RINGS

-Oh!

-Dis is for President Wensley Dale. It's the...

-Pie without cheese! Yum!

Me mean... Yes, er, me will give it to him meself.

Why, not even "thank you".

Either she must be really rude or de president really hungry.

Let's jam, Crew. One, two, three...

RADIO CRACKLES

'Hello. Rastamouse, ya hear me? Callin' all the Easy Crew.

'Me have an emergency at de crib so you come over now. Me need you.'

Uh-oh. Me hope she not in too much trouble.

HE PANTS

Sasha, we get 'ere as fast as we could. What's the emergency?

-Look at me glass.

-What?! There's nuttin' there!

Exactly! Me run out of lemonade, so me need you to go to de shop

and bring me back plenty, plenty!

Hurry up, now. Chop, chop!

Dat's de emergency? Lemonade?!

-Sasha, you do know de radio is ONLY for emergencies?

-Me know what it for.

Me brudda tell me I can use it. Him left ME in charge, remember?

OK, me hear ya. Let's bust a move, guys.

Hmm, that's strange.

The president never goes on any official business without him tie.

Hmm...

He-he-he, me could get used to this life.

Me tired, bredren, going back and forward to the president's crib,

-running errands for Sasha.

-She not even saying "thank you".

No manners!

Na' let it bug you, guys.

President Wensley Dale soon come back.

-Me hope so.

-Why?

-It's just non-stop.

KERCHING!

-Cheesy Crew, come in, come in.

-SHE SLURPS

Yum!

Listen. Do as me say. Hurry up with the bags.

ALL GROAN

-Yes, come in, come in.

-Aw, man...

-Sweet.

-BUZZ, BUZZ, BUZZ

Hmm, nice.

-Oh, Mum!

-What's wrong, Son?

The orphans, they have a big problem.

They're stranded there in town.

They was on their way back from the picnic

when the orphanage bus, it break down.

Oh, no! Me mean, me have it all sorted.

Hello, Easy Crew?

Come in, come in, Easy Crew. Why dis ting na' work?

Hurry up, hurry up! Uncle Wensley, him would be on the case real quick.

Quiet yourself, me can handle this.

Easy Crew, where are ya?

Oh, what's wrong with dis ting?!

Chill, me go and fetch the Easy Crew meself.

Oh! Me wish Wensley was here!

-Hey, Frank! Long time, bredder!

-Rastamouse!

There's an emergency!

The orphans, them stranded in town, their bus break down.

That's weird. Sasha would have called us but we never hear anything.

That's the ting. She tried to call ya, but the radio na' work.

OK, we going to sort this.

We need to get Fatso, he can fix the bus. Let's go.

Yes, man.

There you are, lickle ones. All fixed.

Piece of pie.

Good job me was passing. He-he!

President Wensley, we thought you was away on important business.

No, me was playing golf with Toots this afternoon.

On me way back, me spot the orphanage bus break down.

Oh, that explains why you left the tie and the limo.

How come it take you guys so long to arrive?

Frank tell us da radio at da mansion na' work.

-Hm? Na' working? Something's weird.

-Ya telling me!

OK, Easy Crew, let me go to the mansion.

Sasha?

SASHA SNORES

Lickle bro, when you get back? How was your day?

What happened to the radio? Frank tell me it na' working.

Me na' know. Me try calling da Easy Crew,

to tell them about the orphans, but it na' work.

Here's the problem, the batteries are flat.

How so? Me put in new batteries before me left. Hmm...

How often you use the radio, Sasha?

The radio? What? Dat radio?

Ha! Me hardly touch it. Me na' know what happen.

Sasha?

Oh, it's all me fault, lickle bro.

Cos while you was away, me lie to everyone

and tell them dat you left me in charge for the day.

Me was bussing around da Easy Crew

to get the magazine. So then, them radio battery gone dead

when there was a real emergency.

Oh, Sash, me not know what to say.

I'm really sorry for lying and being all rude to all of ya.

Lickle bro, you is one wicked president.

Me can never do the job you do.

Sasha, it's good that you realise your mistakes

and you can see what you did was wrong.

Now, you must learn to have more respect.

That way, we can all get along.

Let me make it up to all of ya, ple-e-e-ease?

Hmm, let me have a lickle tink. THEY WHISPER

Yes, dat plan there sound proper!

Sasha, it's time to make a bad ting good.

Is your chair comfortable enough, Wensley?

-We can always get you another cushion?

-No, me fine, thanks.

-That's good. More lemonade, bredder?

-Me love this! He-he!

And me bake-a your favourite pie with extra-special cheese.

Cos this extra-special president needs extra-special looking after.

And it's my job to make sure that happens.

-Thank you, Sasha.

-Oh, you're welcome.

And thank you, Wensley.

-# Sweet, cool

-True dat

# Ho, ho-ho! #

THEY JAM

RADIO CRACKLES

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

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

'Rastamouse, come in, come in. Me appreciate your helping hand

'and me save you some cheese pie.'

Thanks, me love dat! Irie, man!

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