Chatterbox 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. #

Good morning, landlubbers.

Little Patch bringing you the first smile of the day from For Real FM.

Just to remind you grooving jammers that there's only two days to go

before the Mouseland annual choir concert.

'Featuring a guest performance from the Easy Crew.'

Trust me, heads are going to turn.

Look out! Ooh!

Gosh, Zoomer, look at what you nearly make me do!

-I'm sorry. Me's running late.

-Be careful. You could've hurt yourself.

And you could've got this special cloth dirty.

Me not know what me would've done then.

You're right, Natty. Me will be more careful. Laters.

Sorry 'bout that. Trust me, you're going to look fabulous.

-Yo, guys!

-Zoomer, where you been?

We got to work on this track for the Mouseland choir concert.

We can't finish without you.

-Oh, me sorry, guys.

-No worry, Zoomer. Let's jam.

One, two, three, four.

CRACKLING

'Rastamouse, come in. Are you reading me?

'Message from President Wensley Dale. Come immediately.'

It looks like we're needed by the Pres. Let's surf!

Whoo! Ha-ha!

-Ha-ha!

-Ha-ha!

What's up?

Oh, Rastamouse, thank goodness you're here.

Me glad you come in a hurry.

Me try to get hold of Aunt Janessa and it's left me all in a worry.

Me check she happy and well, so me phone her every day at ten.

But the line been engaged and me try ringing again and again.

When she finally pick up the phone, the line, it seemed to go dead.

Me call out she name, then waited, but no reply came.

-Nothing was said.

-No worry yourself. The Easy Crew is on the case.

Come on, let's go and check on Aunt Janessa.

Aunt Janessa, what goin' on? President asked us to check on you.

Him so worried. He been trying to call you.

-HOARSE VOICE:

-Rastamouse...

-What that you say?

Something wrong with her voice.

SHE WHISPERS

You was feeling fine this morning but now your voice sounding gruff.

-You think you're coming down with a cold?

-Me so sorry to cause a fuss.

No worry yourself. Me know the cure.

-We better call the President, let him know.

-For real.

-SHE MUMBLES

-What? Write it down 'pon this.

-What say?

-"To Wensley." You want us to give him this note?

-Uh-huh.

Right. You get this over to the Pres, quick time.

Me going to stay and fix Aunt Janessa up

with me ginger and lemon tea.

-Cool!

-Let's ride.

-Laters!

Oh, thank goodness. Me so relieved that it's nothing more than...

-Oh, dear, me see.

-What's up, Mr President?

Aunt Janessa not sure she can sing at the choir concert.

-That is dread.

-Se ask me to take her place.

-Me never know you can sing.

Aunt Janessa taught me when me was in the choir.

But them days, them long gone.

-Oh, me see.

-Me not sing since me was little.

-But I can't let her down.

-Me can give you lessons.

Zoomer's right. We can give you voice exercises to help you to sing.

Very well. Me give it a shot. Me hope that Aunt Janessa gets better.

Wicked! Let's get started.

How's that special ginger and lemon tea?

That's so refreshing. It tickles my throat.

And you hear that? Your voice sounds better already.

With more sips and a lickle rest, you be as good as new.

Me throat is feeling so much better. And this special tea is tasty, too.

Irie.

# M-M-M-M-Mice!

-# M-M-Mice! #

-No, no, no, President!

Look, pull your stomach in and push out your chest. Like this.

HE SINGS SCALE # M-M-M-M-M-M-Mice! #

-HE SINGS BADLY

-# M-M-M-M-M-M-Mice! #

-Yeah...

-Zoomer, look. Take time. Him not sung for the longest time.

PHONE RINGS

Greetings. Ah, Rastamouse. Uh-huh. Mm-hm. What you say?

Her voice is coming back? So she can sing at the concert?

-That plan there sounds proper.

-Good news?

-Oh, yes.

-That tea did the trick. Aunt Janessa feeling better.

-Great.

Yes. It's late and me sure you have things to do.

OK. Good night, Mr President. Come on, Zoomer.

..one, one.

Greetings, Aunt Janessa! Me glad you're feeling better.

-SHE COUGHS WEAKLY

-Hello?

Aunt Janessa? Oh, no!

Come on, this track's not right. It feels like it's missing something.

CRACKLING

'Rastamouse, come in. Are you reading me?

'Me aunt lost her voice again. Can you go back to her immediately?

'Please, take some of your special tea.'

Hmm. Strange. Because when me left her, her voice was strong.

'One more thing. Scratchy, Zoomer, can we pass by the studio?

'Me need another lesson.'

Right, crew, here's the plan.

-Me will try to fix one voice while you try to fix the other.

-Wicked!

-That taste great. You must give me the recipe.

-Sure ting.

But me want to know what happened.

It's confusing me, how you lose your voice, after me give you me tea.

-Tell me what you did.

-Let me see.

Me did do some washing-up, cooking, went to bed and had a good sleep.

Hmm. Me feel that something can't be right,

and that me must be missing a clue.

So me going to hang out with you, Aunt Janessa,

-and check what you get up to.

-Very well.

-PHONE

-Excuse me.

Hello. Oh, Natty! Me thought you said you was goin' to call later.

-SHE LAUGHS LOUDLY

-Me can't wear something like that!

Hmm. Uh-huh. A-ha! That's it!

-Ahem!

-Oh, me rude.

Me have company so me going to call you back in a tick.

-She is so funny.

-Aunt Janessa, when did you two last speak?

Must have been last night. No, wait.

This morning we was chatting, laughing and ting.

Natty is making one beautiful shawl

for the concert full of glitz and bling.

We chat 'bout red, we chat 'bout green, we chat till we compromise.

Me so excited to see the colour she chose

and it gonna be such a wonderful surprise.

-That's the reason why your voice not getting better.

-How you mean?

Me notice that you spend enough time on the phone,

talking and laughing with Natty.

-Your voice lost its strength and tone.

-Me see.

Silly me. Me just wanted to look me best for the concert.

Oh, no. Will me still be able to sing?

If you stay off the phone and make sure that you drink that tea

Me think your voice going to mend quick

-then you be ready for that concert, trust me.

-Oh!

So when the President call, talk just a lickle bit, if you could.

That will give your voice enough time to rest,

making a bad ting good.

# M-M-M! #

Yo, guys.

Oh, please tell me she's better cos me singing goin' to scare the crowd.

She aunt's going to be perfect cos now she knows want to do.

She been chatting too long with Natty, sometimes even with you.

Who? Me? Oh, yes, she's quite a talker.

Shame. You was getting better, too.

One more lesson and me sure you would've been ready.

-Hmm.

-Well, maybe a few.

THEY LAUGH

It gives me great pleasure, and relief,

to introduce the highlight of the concert.

Singing the solo is my very own, and beautifully dressed, Aunt Janessa.

CHEERING

# Come and join this song with me

# Let's sing it loud in harmony

# It sounds so good when we sing in tune

# So come and sing this song with me. #

-This is cool.

-You know what I'm saying!

CRACKLING

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

'Message from President Wensley Dale. Listen.

'Rastamouse, come in. That was a voice-saving plan

and your ginger and lemon is one speciali-tea.'

Ha-ha. 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 ting good. #

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