Safe 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. #

Ah, Frank, you brought your pocket money with you?

Like me ask?

Me sure did, Uncle Wensley,

but how come you want me to put it in the bank?

The First National Bank of Mouseland got a big strong safe.

They'll look after your money and if you want take

some money out you just pop into the bank and ask for it.

Oh, Uncle, that plan there sound safe.

Come on, it soon be time for your appointment with the bank manager.

PHONE RINGS

Excuse me. Greetings. Present Wensley Dale speaking.

Bandulu?

Me late? Late for what? Me on me way.

Something up, Uncle Wensley?

Bandulu say me meant to be judging

at the orphans' cheese cookie bake-off.

Me not remember arranging that.

Very strange, but we had better get over there right away.

Bandulu, me sorry me late.

Where's these cheese cookies?

Oh, we not baking cookies today, are we, likkle ones?

Huh, then why you call me about the bake-off?

Mr President, me not call you.

That's odd. Well, it looks like we can go to the bank, then, now.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Excuse me. Greetings.

Little Patch, what dat you say?

You waiting for me at the Jammin' Dodger?

But... Little Patch, me on me way.

Something up, Mr President?

Little Patch say me arranged to do a radio interview.

Me not remember that at all.

Still, can't keep the public waiting. Come on, Frank.

Little Patch, me so sorry me kept you waiting.

Waiting for what, Mr President?

The radio interview you call me about just now.

Me no call you.

You didn't? But then who did?

Mr President, you look puzzled.

Wa'gwan?

Oh, me not know, Rastamouse.

But, at least Frank and me can get to the bank now.

Uncle Wensley, can we go home for a bit of lunch first?

Sure ting, Frank.

Me feeling a likkle peckish meself.

Laters, everyone.

ALL: Laters.

Easy Crew, let's head to the studio.

Race you there. Woo-hoo!

Excuse me.

-Something up, Zoomer?

-No.

This dude bumped into me a likkle bit, dat's all.

Very sorry, I was looking for, no, not here. Oh...

-Can we help?

-No, no. Thank you.

Now, I must get on.

Me can't understand why that mouse was carrying dat umbrella.

It's not raining.

It's so strange, why he wearing

a hat and a coat on such a hot, hot day?

Hmmm.

RADIO CRACKLES

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

'Message from President Wensley Dale. Come immediately!'

Look like we needed by the Pres. Let's shift.

Wensley Dale's crib, here we come.

-Oh!

-Wa'gwan?

Look like we going nowhere.

Me can't get out, that's wa'gwan.

Who said that?

Mr President! What's happening?

Easy Crew, thank goodness you're here.

Me getting in a proper state.

Frank and me, we can't get out,

because this car is blocking me gate.

Did you call Fats to come and move it?

Me sure did. But there's loads of other mysterious stuff

that's been going wrong all day.

What kind of stuff?

Me keep getting calls asking me to go places and do things,

then when me get there them things not happening at all.

Me just want to take Frank to see Sterling, the bank manager.

But every time me try, something stop us.

Easy Crew, can you find out wa'gwan?

Dat's what we do best, Mr President.

Look, here comes Fats.

Yo, guys. We're going to get this car shifted in no time.

Wicked.

Ah, a bit further, Fats.

A bit further.

-Irie. All clear.

-Thanks, Fats.

You're welcome, Mr President. Laters.

Whose car is this, anyway?

Me was hoping you would tell us that, Fats.

If we knew whose car it was, that might help us

figure out who parked it in front of the President's gates.

Look, on the back seat. That is one natty umbrella.

Me sure me seen that before, somewhere.

That mouse who bumped into me this morning.

Him was carrying it.

So this is his car.

Maybe that's what he was looking for.

But him was looking on the ground.

Like him searching for something small.

Anyway, how come him park right in front of the President's gate?

Only one way to find out.

We've got to go and look for him.

Laters, Fats.

Whoa, Easy Crew, look at that queue. What are they waiting for?

We're at the bank.

The bank Wensley Dale's been trying to get to all day.

And it look like him still trying.

Man, this is dread.

Mr President, you cool?

Me not cool, no. Check out this note.

"Gone to lunch. Soon come."

But lunchtime finished hours ago.

Yeah, you telling us. We've been waiting ages and ages.

We can't wait any longer.

Me got presidential business to do. Come on, Frank.

OK. Laters, Easy Crew.

Rastamouse, where we gonna look?

Shhh, listen.

-WHISPERS:

-Look!

-It's him.

-But we not know who him is.

Me got a pretty good idea.

-Yo!

-Huh!

-Sterling?

-It is Sterling.

The bank manager, right?

That's right. But, please excuse me, I am ever so busy.

Before you rush off, how come your bank's all shut up

in the middle of the afternoon?

It's...

It's cos I can't open the door.

How come, Sterling?

Because I lost my keys.

So, that's what you been looking for.

But how come you doing it with that great big hat on,

and with that umbrella you had earlier?

I didn't want to get recognised,

I didn't want anyone to know that

I locked myself out of my own bank.

So tell me, Sterling,

was it you that organised the made-up calls to Wensley Dale?

Rastamouse, you worked it out.

Now, let me 'fess up, please.

I did all of this because I was so ashamed that I had gone

and lost the bank keys.

I didn't want Wensley to know, so I sent him all over town to

stop him from coming to the bank until the missing keys were found.

But I just can't find them.

I feel bad about tricking him like that.

You shouldn't have wasted the President's time.

But me can see that you're really sorry.

And losing keys, that isn't a crime.

How you tink you lost them, Sterling?

I wish I knew.

I'm so busy, these days, with all my work at the bank

I'm always rushed off my feet.

I don't know how it happened.

Rastamouse, let's help Sterling find them keys.

Sure ting.

Sterling, run us through everything you done today,

-that might give us a clue.

-Gladly. I opened up early,

I helped loads of customers,

then I did loads of paperwork then I locked the door

so I could quickly rush and post an important letter.

Maybe you posted them keys by mistake.

Let's check the letterbox.

Good idea, Scratchy.

Easy Crew, me not sure you're gonna find anything.

Me delivered all the post already.

Dwain's right, nothing.

-Now where we gonna look?

-Oh, dear.

Sterling? You remember who you wrote the letter to?

Sure. The President.

-Then we gotta see him next.

-Do we have to?

I feel so embarrassed.

You gotta tell the President what you done and why you done it.

Dear, oh, dear. OK.

Don't worry yourself, Sterling. Everything gonna be cool, man.

Me see. So you done all them things, hoping to stop me

from finding out you lost the keys.

Yes. I'm really sorry, Mr President.

But, Sterling, you is one mega-organised bank manager.

Me no understand how you lost them.

I must've done something careless with them

when I was rushing to post that letter. Where are they?

Mr President, did you open your mail yet?

Me not had a moment.

Me can take a look now if you think it might help.

My keys, how did they get there?

You must have put them in the envelope by mistake.

Oh, what a careless thing to do.

No worry yourself, Sterling.

You only did it because you were so busy.

And judging by this letter,

you know all along how to make a bad ting good.

I did? How come?

That envelope, it not just have the bank keys in it,

it had the key to your whole busy problem.

Look, Mr President.

RASTAMOUSE WHISPERS

Of course. That plan there sound proper, Rastamouse.

Mr President, I would love you to be the first ever customer to use this.

First National Bank of Mouseland's brand new

hole-in-the-wall cash machine.

Thanks, Sterling.

That's what was in the letter!

His plans for this cool bank machine he invented.

This machine is well...

safe, eh, Frank?

Oh, yeah, that's right, Uncle Wensley. Hee-hee-hee.

Now everyone can use the bank any time they want,

so you're not gonna be rushed and flustered any more, right?

Right, Rastamouse.

Wicked!

THEY PLAY REGGAE MUSIC

RADIO CRACKLES

'Easy Crew. Come in, come in. Are you reading me?

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

'Rastamouse, you done real good to spot Sterling's wicked plan.

'That was safe and sound and priceless.'

Thanks. Me love that.

Irie, man.

# Solvin' mysteries in the neighbourhood

# Always there to make a bad ting good. #

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