Perfect Pizza 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. #

Er...where's Zoomer got to?

Yo! Sorry me late.

Chill, breda. No worry.

Where you been, boy?

Me been checkin' out some entries for the perfect pizza competition.

Aah, Papa's pizzas are the tastiest!

Him win this contest every year.

You had a good look at them all, Zoomer?

Who you reckon gonna win the title of the best new flavour pizza?

Them all extra tasty but me think Aunt Janessa and Sasha

gonna whip up a treat and mix it up this time.

Me can't believe that mystery judge

gonna get to sample all of them yummy pizzas.

Mm-hm. Me wonder who that judge could be.

RADIO CRACKLES

'Rastamouse, come in, come in!

'Are you reading me? Message from President Wensley Dale.

'Come to me crib immediately.'

The president need us. Easy crew, let's ride.

Ah, come on. Keep up, guys!

-Here comes.

-Coming through!

-Easy Crew.

-Yo, Wensley Dale. Wagwan?

Rastamouse, me glad you're here.

Sasha's had a dread surprise. Her pizza toppings have been swiped.

From before me very eyes. Me special four cheeses for me pizza.

Them gone missing and the thief mess up any chance

-of me winning the competition.

-No worry yourself, Sasha.

The Easy Crew are on the case.

Did you notice anything unusual?

Oh, me did see a strange figure hanging about earlier.

Me notice cos him wearing a big hat, shades

and some big, bushy moustache.

That not sound like anyone me know!

PHONE RINGS

Greetings. President Wensley Dale speaking.

MUMBLING

-Hmm?

-Hmm.

-Uh-huh.

OK. Just keep cool Aunt Janessa. The Easy Crew are on their way.

Easy Crew, that me Aunt Janessa. She got a problem too.

Her pizza, it's been ruined, and you must find out by who.

No sweat, President. Come on, Easy Crew. We got a mystery to solve.

-What's that?

-That, Zoomer, be mine, Janessa's magic pizza.

Man, that thing look dread! How did it happen?

Me left the room for one minute to fix up me favourite wig

and some rogue go and turn me oven up full blast.

The thing burned to a crisp.

Aunt Janessa, did you see anything out of the ordinary?

Funny you should ask that.

This morning, me look out of the window

and there's some weird looking mouse with a hat,

shades and some big, bushy moustache!

-That sounds like the mouse Sasha see, too.

-Hmm.

Crew, this getting serious.

There's a pizza-wrecker on the loose and if we not find him soon

there's gonna be nothing to enter for the perfect pizza competition.

That is serious!

Sasha and Aunt Janessa both said they see someone

hangin' around their cribs this morning

and he was wearing a big hat.

And dark shades.

Sweet, Scratchy, sweet.

And him have some giant, bushy moustache.

Some big, bushy 'tache.

See it there? That's our mouse.

-Er, that not look like no mouse me ever seen in Grove Town.

-Me neither.

We need to catch this mouse in the act.

-How we gonna do that, Rastamouse?

-Me think it's time to call Papa.

Me need to talk to him about setting up a trap.

PHONE RINGS

Papa, this Rastamouse. Wagwan, breda?

-ITALIAN ACCENT:

-Yo,

me putting the finishing touches to my entry for the competition.

So nothing happened to your pizza?

Like what? I don't like to boast or nothing, but it's a taste sensation!

Me think it gonna win again.

Wicked news, Papa. That's all me need to know.

-Laters.

-Laters, Rastamouse.

Right, Easy Crew, let's split. We're off to Papa's.

Him pizza not been ruined yet. Me got a crucial plan.

Papa's six cheese pizza smells sweet.

Hush, Zoomer. We're meant to be hiding!

Me think that pizza-wrecker soon come.

-That must be him.

-Let's go.

-Hold up!

-What?

-Wait right there!

President Wensley Dale? Wagwan?

Rastamouse, me are the mystery judge for the pizza competition.

No-one meant to know it's me.

So that's why you're creeping around like dat!

Well, me can't just walk around looking buff like the president

-when me supposed to be tasting the entries in secret.

-True enough!

That means this pizza-wrecker is still on the loose.

Me think the Easy Crew need another crucial plan.

-PHONE RINGS

-One moment, please.

Greetings. President Wensley Dale speaking.

That sounds most urgent, Bandulu. You look after them little orphans.

Me sending the Easy Crew over to you this minute.

It seems someone been messing with Bandulu's pizza competition entry.

-Them little orphans, them real upset.

-Ah, man, that is dread.

Come on, Easy Crew. Let's split to the orphanage.

Yo, Easy Crew, me glad you come. Me cheesy delight's been messed up bad.

We all work hard to make this pizza and now the orphans plenty sad.

-How this bad thing happen, Bandulu?

-Me hear a strange noise in the yard

so me and the orphans go to investigate but I see nothing.

When I come back in,

someone had tipped hot pepper sauce all over the pizza!

Why would a breda do that? Why waste a wicked dish?

No worry, little ones. That intruder must have left some clues.

The Easy Crew gonna find them. That right, Easy Crew?

-ALL: Yeah, man!

-Thanks, Rastamouse.

Hmm. What's this?

Urrgh! What is that?

That, Zoomer, is a fake moustache!

Rastamouse, that big, hairy moustache

look just like the one in our picture.

True that, Scratchy.

And that can only mean one thing.

Our pizza-wrecker been working in disguise.

But that mean this picture's no good

cos the pizza-wrecker not gonna look like this any more.

-RASTAMOUSE GASPS

-Ah. What's this?

Pepper sauce. Now me have a clue!

-This way!

-It's going out the door.

Easy Crew, we got a trail to follow. Let's split.

This way. We're closing in.

-Whoa!

-Er, we're back at Papa's Pizza.

True. And the trail stop here too.

Me can't believe it, Papa.

Rastamouse! Easy Crew!

What-a go on?

You're the phantom pizza-wrecker!

I'm really sorry, Rastamouse. I'm not gonna tell you no lies.

It's just, well, I badly wanted to win that best new pizza prize.

I win the trophy every year and that there is the truth,

but I hurt all the other entrants' feelings

and for that there's no excuse.

Me understand that you not want to lose

but your pizza nuff tasty right there.

You not even need to cheat at all

cos ya might just win it fair and square.

Thanks, Rastamouse. I'd do anything to make it up to my friends.

Me think there's still time to make a bad thing good.

Papa, you're gonna help re-bake all them pizzas you spoil.

There, a new sweet surprise with extra pineapple.

Thanks, Papa. That look delicious.

Spicy delight with special spicy topping.

That's wicked!

It's the least that I can do.

Ah, that look good, boy.

-Sorry, Aunt Janessa.

-No worry, Papa.

This pizza look magic and just in time for the mystery judge.

Yo, get ready everyone. It's almost time to see who's won!

Thanks again, Easy Crew.

Me help all my friends re-make their pizzas and they've all forgiven me.

-Now we can see who really won.

-HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

As you all know, Papa helped make all your new pizzas

and declare himself out of the competition.

So, because of that,

me proud to announce the winner of the best new flavour pizza is...

-HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

-..you is all the winners!

THEY CHEER

Thank you.

Everyone, me glad that you win, and it will be my utmost pleasure

to put your prize-winning pizzas on my menu cos I never tasted better.

And to celebrate,

I would like to cook a special celebration dinner for everyone.

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!

'That was a tasty plan

'and me think it gonna take some topping!'

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 thing good. #