Message in a Bottle Rastamouse

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# 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. #

-Me wonder where Scratchy is!

-Me nah know, Zoomer.

But she been missing some crucial jams on the radio this morning.

That's right!

You can rely on Little Patch to play the freshest tracks, 24/7.

RADIO SIGNAL DISAPPEARS

-Hmm.

-Tune it in and turn it up, Rastamouse! Me can't hear it proper!

Me trying me best, Zoomer, but the radio is all fizzin'

and cracklin' with interference.

RADIO BUZZES

'Rastamouse, come in, come in! Are you reading me?

'Message from President Wensley Dale. Come immediately!'

The Prez come through loud and clear, Rastamouse.

-That's right, and it sound proper serious.

-What about Scratchy?

There's no time to wait for Scratchy.

The Prez wanna see us right away. Let's shift.

-Woo! Ha-ha!

-Watch me move!

Yeah, man!

Ha, ha-ha! Irie, man.

-Ha-ha! Come on.

-Yeah, man! Speedy! Coming through!

Ah. Greetings, Rastamouse. No Scratchy today?

-She nah show up for rehearsal this morning, Wensley Dale.

-Oh.

Well, Zoomer, Rastamouse, me glad you made it here.

Me just can't tune in me radio - the reception, it far from clear.

The readings should be crisp and loud.

This noise not fit for presidents,

but that's not why me call you here and ask you to me residence.

The real trouble's with the lickle orphans and what they found today.

Some of Stylee's ginger beer bottles,

pon de beach at Mousetego Bay.

-The orphans found this, you say?

-That's right.

-And plenty, plenty more all over da beach.

-That is dread!

-Littering is a serious matter!

-Mm-hm.

Irie, Wensley Dale, me make a visit to the lickle orphans

and see what me can find out about this.

-Yo, Bandulu.

-What's up, Rastamouse? You come to fix me radio?

Me nah think it's your radio, Bandulu.

-We can't get nah signal and neither can the Prez.

-Oh! That's a pity.

Me was enjoying that show this morning. So, what me can do for you?

Me come for a lickle chat with the orphans

about the bottles they found pon de shore.

They all Stylee's Ginger Beer!

-You think Stylee has something to do with this?

-Nah, me not think so.

Him only make the ginger beer. Him nah leave no bottles lying about.

And you say you found these all pon the beach?

Out near the jetty, where Fats keep his jet skis.

Ah! Me know that part of Mousetego Bay.

That's where the sea is shallow and the tide goes out a long, long way.

That's right!

-Hmm.

-Shall we check out the beach, Rastamouse?

-Zoomer, me think we should.

-See you later!

-Let's go.

Hmm. Me think this is where them orphans find the bottles.

Yo, Rastamouse, check it out! There's another one over there. And another!

There's loads of dem and they're all Stylee's Ginger Beer.

Who can be leaving these bottles lying around?

-Can you see any more, Zoomer?

-Nah, it looks like we got the lot.

Wha? Wait! Rastamouse, there's another bottle. Where dat come from?

The sea. The sea must have washed it up on the shore. Hmm.

-You think all them dem bottles come in from the sea, Rastamouse?

-Maybe.

-The tide must be coming in.

-It's funny, you know, all these bottles.

They make me think about Scratchy.

Stylee's Ginger Beer is absolutely her favourite drink.

First thing is to get all bottles to Carlton for recycling. Come on.

No music. Man, me like to hear a lickle music while me work.

-Yo, Carlton.

-Oh! Greetings, Rastamouse.

Me think me radio's broke.

-Nobody can get the radio to work this morning.

-Hey, where's Scratchy?

-We nah know.

-It's a mystery.

-We have some bottles for recycling.

-Dem been washed up on the shore.

-Oh, good.

But me can't recycle the top with the bottle.

-Me have to separate them. Hey! Me think something in here.

-What is it?

-A message.

-A message in a bottle!

-Ooh.

-Ooh.

-Me can't make sense of this message.

Me think the bottle must've let in a lickle water

and the message got wet.

They all a lickle bit wet. The ink all run and ting.

Me think it say, "Help" - this one say, "Help." Somebody need help.

Ahh!

"Me stuck out at...sea on the Jammin' Dodger. Me need help."

Hmm. These messages are being washed up by the sea as the tide comes in.

-Someone must be stuck out at sea on the Jammin' Dodger!

-But who?

ALL: Little Patch!

-We got to help her.

-Oh, I know, I know. Look, come on, Zoomer - rapid!

-Little Patch?!

-Yo, Rastamouse. S'up, Zoomer?

Wha. What you doing here?

-Me thought you stuck out to sea, pon the Jammin' Dodger!

-Nah, man.

Me pop out to pick up the latest Toots and the Mousetails record.

-Me asked Scratchy to fill in for me.

-Scratchy?!

-That's right.

-But we got this message!

-"Me stuck out at sea on the Jammin' Dodger.

"Me need help."

SHE GASPS Oh, no!

In my hurry to leave, me forget to tie up the Dodger!

-Scratchy must've drifted out to sea pon the ship.

-Ahh!

-That's why the radio signal has been weak all day.

-What we gwan do?

RASTAMOUSE SIGHS

-RASTAMOUSE GASPS

-Ha. Zoomer, me got a plan!

But first, me have to chat to the President.

Greetings, Rastamouse. Mm-hm. Mm-hm.

Ahh! Me see now.

OK, that plan be a sound, proper. Me call Fats and let him now.

See you later, Rastamouse.

Come on.

Me love this!

-Irie, you two, there's the Jammin Dodger.

-Come on.

-Let's shift!

-Scratchy.

-Rastamouse! Me so glad to see ya!

Me was DJing for Little Patch

when the Jammin' Dodger drifted way out to sea!

Me no notice at first,

but then the ship run aground and me no know what to do!

Me been sending messages pon the radio all day

but me nah get no reply.

So then me used the ginger beer bottles to send out messages

-and then...!

-Settle, Scratchy! Nah fret now.

Thanks to all those tiny lickle orphans collecting all them bottles

at the beach, we found your message - and here we are!

-Yah cool?

-Me cool. Thanks, Rastamouse.

Me feel real bad bout putting you through all that, Scratchy.

Especially after you was good enough to help me out and that.

Oh, that's OK.

Me learn me lesson big time

and me never, never gonna forget to tie up that ship again.

So, what's the plan, Rastamouse?

Well, you got any more of that ginger beer, Scratchy?

-One more bottle.

-Ha! Irie!

So me think we should open it and we all just chill for a bit.

-That's the plan?

-Nah sweat, Zoomer.

You see, the tide, it's coming in now

and, soon, it bring us back to the shore.

Ah! That's just what me was gonna suggest, actually.

So, what we gonna do until then?

Hmm. Well...

-me think we might as well just have a little jam.

-Sweet!

-Cool!

-Irie, man.

-Wicked!

Ha-ha-ha! Yeah, man! Hoo-hoo!

-Cool.

-Ha-ha!

MUSIC PLAYS

That sound proper.

'Yo, yo, this is Little Patch, back on the air.'

Me with the Easy Crew and we're comin' at ya live

and proud from Jammin' Dodger.

Hear me now! Rastamouse and the Easy Crew

want to give nuff respect to the little orphans

for finding dem bottle and helping us to make a bad ting good.

THEY CHEER

'And me wanna thank Carlton.

'Me really glad you found me messages in dem bottles.'

Ho-ho-ho! Sweet!

'And big up to Fats, for lending us his jet skis!'

Wicked!

-'And shouts out to Wensley Dale and all of Mouseland.'

-Mm-hm.

This jam is for y'all. Mash it up, now!

Little Patch says me can DJ me very own radio show

every week from now on! Wicked!

Just as long as she keep the ship tied up, eh?

RADIO BUZZES

'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 loved your tuned-in plan and Scratchy's radio show was awesome.'

Thanks. Me love dat. Irie, man.

# Give it up, give it up

# Give it up for the Easy Crew

# Solving mysteries in the neighbourhood

# Always there to make a bad thing good. #