Sandy Bay Boyz 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. #

REGGAE MUSIC

RADIO BUZZES

Aw! Every time we get in the groove, dat ting starts buzzing!

RADIO: Rastamouse! Come in! Are you reading me?

Message from President Wensley Dale. Come immediately!

OK, Easy Crew. Rapid! We have to step.

-Give up, guys! Wooo!

-Check this!

-Wo-hoo!

Thank goodness you're here!

What's the big emergency, President?

-Ah, look at me hair.

-Ah!

-You see that?

-Hmm. Me no see nothing.

Then let me explain. Every week, me always have me hair cut.

But today, when me go for me trim,

de barber shop all shut up and there no sign of Ron.

That's strange.

But it get worse. Me sister Sasha say me look scruffy.

She threatening to give me a haircut!

Oh, man! That is dread!

You have to find Ron before me sister get her paws on me here.

You no worry. We'll find Ron and get you a proper trim.

Come on, Easy Crew. Let's shift!

Hmm, it's locked all right.

Ron! Ron! Ron!

Quiet yourself, Zoomer. Him not there.

What this? Coming soon, return of the Sandy Bay Boyz?

-What's dat? Me never heard of no Sandy Bay Boyz.

-Is a mystery to me.

For sure, but we got a bigger mystery on our hands.

Like, what happened to Ron? Let's check out if anybody has seen him.

Yo, Rastamouse, Easy Crew. Me glad to see you.

Sorry, Mimi, we looking for a missing mouse.

-Oh, so you're already on the case. Cool.

-What case?

Finding Fats. Him disappeared.

Fats? We're looking for Ron. Him disappeared, too!

Chill, Zoomer. Just tell us what happened, Mimi.

Me come to collect me laundry van from the workshop,

but me find that place all shut up.

Dere's no sign of Fats.

-That's well spooky!

-And here's another spooky ting.

-Look!

-The Sandy Bay Boyz. Man, this is really starting to bug me now.

Be not afraid. While we look for Ron, we'll keep an eye out for Fats.

Tanks, Rastamouse!

OK, Easy Crew, let's shift!

-Two missing mice.

-This is shaping up to be a proper mystery.

Me sure there some simple explanation.

True dat!

-Rastamouse! Scratchy, Zoomer!

-What going on?

Me name Ice Popp. Me waiting at the store, but Stylus him no show.

-Me been rapping at the door!

-Stylus?

-Him missing, too? No way!

You better believe it, boy! Him nowhere to be seen.

Him missing from his shop.

This ain't rapping to delight Ice Popp!

Three missing mice!

At least there's no poster here for dem Sandy Bay Boyz.

Ahem, you were saying, Scratchy?

Easy Crew, come on! Back to de studio to work this out.

Me no understand! What on, Rastamouse?

We just need to chill out and have a little think, Zoomer.

-Rastamouse, look!

-Our microphones! Somebody thiefed our mics!

Three mice missing and now three missing mics!

Reckon there's a connection, Rastamouse?

-Oh, for sure.

-Then what we waiting for?

Let's look for clues!

-Hmm, check this out.

-Hmm, nah, that's just a comb.

It not just any comb, Zoomer. This is Ron's comb.

Ron? But you think him thiefed our mics?

Hmm, me think it's time we reported back to Wensley Dale.

-Well, where is he? Where's Ron?

-We no find him yet, Mr President.

And now, Fats and Stylus have gone missing, too.

Sasha's in dere with her clippers, itching to give me a trim!

If you can't find Ron, me poor hair's in for a scare.

No worry yourself, Wensley Dale. The Easy Crew are on the case.

So what's the plan, Rastamouse?

Each of the three mice missing had a poster up for the Sandy Bay Boyz.

-The Sandy Bay Boyz?

-Me tink there's a link.

-But, Rastamouse,

nobody knows who these Sandy Boys is.

That's right, Zoomer. But me tink me know a mouse who might.

What we doing here at the Mouseland Museum Of Music?

Well, first, we need to find out more about the Sandy Bay Boys.

Gladstone Brie know everything about bands and music. Genius!

Ha-ha! You got it, Scratchy. Come on!

Rastamouse! Easy Crew! Great to see you, guys!

Gladstone, we need your help. You ever heard of the Sandy Bay Boyz?

Hang on, I've got one of their albums in the collection.

There you go, guys. The Sandy Bay Boys.

Hmmm. D'you mind if me have a closer look?

No problem. Help yourself.

-Ron! Fats!

-Stylus!

-The Sandy Bay Boyz!

Me never know they play in a band when they was young.

Heh-heh! Cool!

Wait! Wind it back! Me don't understand.

They call themselves the Sandy Bay Boyz, right?

-Right.

-So, who exactly is this Sandy Bay dude?

The boy has a point!

Yeah, there's no one in the band called Sandy Bay.

That's because Sandy Bay it not a person, Zoomer.

Sandy Bay is a place. It's a likkle beach north to the island.

And dat's where Ron has a cabin.

-Ah!

-You reckon that's where the missing mics are?

Only one way to find out, Scratchy. Let's shift!

Good luck, Easy Crew!

No, no, no, no, no, no! You're singing it all wrong!

You're hitting all de wrong notes!

And you're singing all the wrong words.

Will the two of you stop squabbling? You're both singing flat.

Me tink we found our three missing mice. Come on!

This is no good. Is never gonna work!

Dat's the first thing we agree on all day.

RASTAMOUSE COUGHS Rastamouse! Easy Crew!

You must be the Sandy Bay Boyz.

Not any more, we ain't.

Rastamouse! Me still no understand! What's dis all about?

Well, Zoomer, it all began a LONG time ago. Me tell you ALL about it.

Me tell you all about it. Me tell you everything.

How three young mice got together

and, together, them started to sing.

Dem love to sing in the evening, dem love to sing through the day.

Them practise every moment they had. Right here. At Sandy Bay.

The people loved their singing. And they had some stylish moves.

Them even went into de studio, where they laid down some tasty grooves.

So why didn't the Sandy Bay Boyz stick around and make more music?

Well, Ron, he become a barber, and me started fixing up cars.

And Stylus open his record store.

That's why we were never big stars.

Den last week, it happen. Ron hatch up one of he plans

for the Sandy Bay Boyz to meet up and play one more time for we fans.

Just like it said on the posters.

-"The return of the Sandy Bay Boyz".

-So, what went wrong?

Sorry, we borrowed your mics and locked ourselves in here to practise.

But we can't seem to get on no more.

All we do is argue and shout. Maybe we're too old to be in band.

You're never too old to be in a band.

Me gonna speak to de President. Then de Easy Crew

and de Sandy Bay Boyz gonna work together and make a bad ting good.

-PHONE RINGS

-Yes, Rastamouse. You found Ron?

Thank goodness.

Tell him to get his clippers warm. Me coming for a trim.

Hmm. That plan dere sound proper.

But me can't wait much longer for dis haircut.

SASHA: Wensley!

Oh!

CROWD CHEERS

-Thanks, Ron. You saved me life.

-No problem, Mr President.

Greetings, Grove Town. It's me great pleasure to announce

the return of the sensational Sandy Bay Boyz!

# You're never too old to work out in the gym

# You're never too old to learn how to swim

# You're never too old to fix up a car

# You're never too old to strum a guitar

# We can do anyting, ting, ting

# We just love to sing, sing, sing

# All de people come and see us

# Singing in perfect harmony. #

Ha!

That's right!

RON RAPS

RADIO BUZZES

Easy Crew, come in! Are you reading me?

Message from President Wensley Dale.

Listen up. Rastamouse, come in! That was a real smooth plan.

The Sandy Bay Boyz, them back in town.

Tanks, me love dat! 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. #