President's Pie Rastamouse

# Ady, ady, ady Zooba, dooba, dooba, dong

# Ady, ady, ady Zooba, dooba, dooba, 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

# Solving mysteries In the neighbourhood

# Always there To make a bad thing good

# Ady, ady, ady. #

President Wensley Dale, he'll have the best birthday party ever

when him try this special cheese pie.

Me hope it's right this time.

Me try so many special ingredients.

Me nuh have no sleep fe two days just trying to get it right.

HE SNIFFS

Perfect.

Come on, little ones. Time for your bed.

REGGAE MUSIC PLAYS

This is rough! The chorus nah work, though.

Me tink it need...something, but what?

More drums!

Nah, more bass, man.

Hmm, cool tinking, but nah. It's something else.

Me wonder what it can be. Still, nah worry. We've got three days

before the President's birthday.

RADIO BUZZES

'Rastamouse, come in, come in.

'Are you reading me?

'Message from President Wensley Dale -

'can you help me immediately?'

-Ah.

-Hmm.

'We need you at the orphanage straightaway.'

I wonder wha' gwan?

We better check it out. Come on, let's go.

Yo, Bandulu, wha' gwan?

Oh, the Easy Crew! Me so glad you're here.

Some teef took the special pie me bake for the President's birthday!

You nah worry yourself. We'll make sure we find the culprit

and you make a next pie.

Tanks, Rastamouse. Me so, so, tired.

-Come on, Crew, time to investigate.

-Hmm.

Me nah see nuh clues!

Hmm, nothing here.

This all look normal.

Come on, me tink we try outside. See what we a find.

There's someone over there! Maybe it's the teef.

Dat's no teef. Dat's a little orphan.

Come on. Let we see wha' gwan.

Hello, little one. What you eatin'?

Chocolate! Ah, she been eating chocolate.

-No pie?

-Nah, just this.

No worry yourself. You nah in trouble.

You come back inside with us?

SHE SQUEAKS

This little one been eating this chocolate bar.

-Can you put it somewhere safe?

-Sure ting.

Now, what me always say? No eating between meals!

Maybe, if you're good, you can have dat later.

SHE SQUEAKS

No worry. But you go and play now. Me got some urgent baking to do.

And me and the Easy Crew will keep watch outside.

HE SIGHS

-Anyting?

-Hmm, nuttin'.

It's going to be a long night.

As long as it keeps Bandulu's pie safe from this cheese teef.

Wha' gwan!

Oh, not again! Come on.

Another pie gone.

But how? We watched dem doors and de windows.

Dere was no way a teef could get in!

Hmm.

HE SQUEAKS

He say dat they're worried about Bandulu.

He been so busy baking, him nah eat.

Dat is dread. Bandulu, me got another idea.

If you bake just one more pie...

-A next pie?

-Dat's right.

And we going to come back dis evening and stay right here.

In de kitchen all night.

Dat way we know fe sure it's safe.

Laters. Irie, man.

Dis chorus need someting, but what?

SCRATCHY YAWNS

Oh, me sorry. Me so tired now.

We got a long night ahead of us at the orphanage.

Easy Crew, let's jam.

HE SNIFFS

Ah, me best pie ever.

Me tink you should sleep now.

De Easy Crew will guard this pie from the teef.

Tank you, Rastamouse.

BANDULU YAWNS

Me is so, so tired.

-Easy Crew, ya ready?

-Ready for anyting.

-DISTANT MOANING

-Wait! A wha' dat?

-What?

-Dat!

Someting's coming.

Nah, it nuh coming. Someting's already here! Hide!

MUMBLING AND MOANING

Nah! Me can't believe it!

The teef is one of dem babies!

Oh. Aww.

SHE MUMBLES

What's dat, little one?

SHE MUMBLES

She had a bad dream and couldn't sleep.

Come on, now. Me take you back to bed.

Make sure you keep a watch on dat pie now.

You sleep well, me little baby.

Sweet dreams.

SNORING

Wha' gwan 'ere?

Is everything OK? Me said, is...

Yo! Sistren and bredda!

Y-Yo, Rastamouse. Erm, erm, no, me just, erm...

-Me just a rest me eyes.

-Dat it, we just resting for a minute.

Nuttin' can have happened.

-You sure?

-Oh! Me so sorry.

We never find de teef now.

Maybe not, or maybe...we find clues.

Check this out.

Dat's a trail of pie crumbs, but where does it go?

We soon find out.

SNORING

-Look!

-A wha' dat?

-Not what, who is dat?

Turn de light on, Scratchy.

Bandulu!? Teefin' from himself?

Him nah know him doing it.

-Him sleepwalkin'.

-But why?

Remember what dat orphan told you about Bandulu?

Oh, yeah! He said dat they worried cos Bandulu, he been so busy baking

him nah eat!

Him so hungry, him eating him own pie...in him sleep.

We better wake e him up to make another pie.

Nah, man. Him done nuff, nuff work and him been gettin' all distressed.

Me tink it time WE made a pie.

Him well deserve him rest.

Me tink Bandulu need a rest

so we all going to make a pie together.

THEY CHEER

-Mix it up good, little ones.

-Sweet.

Dis is cris.

Dere we are, all done. We can rest now.

-Me tink you forgetting someting.

-Huh.

The birthday song. It nuh finished.

-De chorus, it need someting.

-But what?

Me nah know, just a little...someting.

Hmm, wait...a little someting?

Me know what dat might be.

Little orphans, can you sing?

THEY CHEER

Cool, man.

What's the time? The President's birthday party!

Wha' gwan? Dat's not de pie me baked!

You best sit down, Bandulu, cos you going to be surprised

when me tell you what we found out been happening to your pies.

-You found out?

-Yes! Me catch the culprit and, trust me,

dis is deep! It none other den yourself.

You eat dem in your sleep.

-Huh!?

-You been so busy baking

making pie after pie after pie dat you forget to eat yourself.

True say. Fe real. No lie.

-But how?

-Dem little orphans worked all morning to make a bad ting good

and baked another pie while you sleep.

De little orphans? Dey so good to me.

Come on, it time for the party.

PEOPLE CHEER, MUSIC PLAYS

# Pie, pie We make a little pie

# We'll put it in the oven And we'll make a little pie

# We'll cook it up and mash it up And put it in a pot

# And we'll pop it in the oven And we'll cook it till it's hot... #

Happy birthday, Mr President.

-Crucial.

-Me hope you enjoy this special pie.

Mmm, it's the best.

Mmm, hmm-hmm! There's someting different in there

and me just can't put me finger pon it.

Me wonder what it could be.

SHE SQUEAKS

Chocolate?

Dat is genius!

Ready, little ones?

ORPHANS HUM IN TIME

# Pie, pie We'll make a little pie

# We'll put it in the oven And we'll make a little pie

# Pie, pie We'll make a little pie

# We'll put it in the oven And we'll make a little pie

# We'll cook it up and mash it up And put it in a pot

# And we'll pop it in the oven And we'll cook it till it's hot... #

Make a noise if you love the President.

CHEERING

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.

'Dat was a proper pietastic plan and me birthday song was delightful.'

Tanks. 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. #