Over Da Moon 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. #

Easy Crew, this tune's vibing.

Yeah, man! It's cosmic!

Jammin' with you guys make me feel out of this world.

RADIO CRACKLES

'Rastamouse! Come in, come in! Are you reading me?

'Message from President Wensley Dale. Come immediately.'

-Me wonder what the President wants.

-Easy Crew, let's shift.

Wensley Dale! What's the problem?

Thanks for coming, Easy Crew. It's something proper weird.

Me wicked new flat-screen TV has disappeared.

-Your flat-screen TV?

-The big one that you only just bought?

-That's the one. It's gone!

-Nah worry yourself, Mr President.

We'll track it down.

Me sorry, me can't help you look, me got to rush and race.

Cos today, President Wensley Dale, him flying into space.

ALL: Into space?

Yes. Me clever friend, Professor Branston,

has built a rocket and he's taking me on a flight around the moon.

-Dat's incredible!

-Sure is.

When the Professor told me he dreams of flying into space,

me said, "Me nah believe it possible."

Now, he's going to prove that it is. Got to fly!

Me wish we could fly into space. That would be wicked!

Sure would.

But we've got to keep our paws on the ground

and track down this TV!

Easy Crew, let's check outside.

Spread out. Look for paw prints, skate tracks, anything that helps.

-Hey, Mikey Angelo!

-Ah, Easy Crew!

-Yo, what's up, Mikey?

-Rastamouse!

I'm searching for my wheelbarrow.

-It was here, but it's gone!

-Wheelbarrow?

That must be how the thief carried away the flat screen.

-Ah, good thinking, Scratchy!

-Hey, Mikey!

-Does your wheelbarrow leave a track like this?

-Exactly like this.

Nah worry yourself, Mikey.

The Easy Crew is on the case. Let's shift!

-Yo, Sonny. You cool?

-Well, not really, Rastamouse.

Why are you not preparing a weather forecast?

Someone's taken my camera! So I can't go on TV.

-Man, that is dread.

-Rastamouse!

-This wheelbarrow track went past Sonny's place.

-That's right.

So maybe whoever took the TV and wheelbarrow took Sonny's camera.

Don't worry, Sonny. We'll find your camera.

Come on, Crew.

Follow that track. It leads right into the orphanage.

Missy D. Lickle orphans. What goin' on?

Dem orphans was ready to make some sparkling pictures

using loads of shiny glitter.

-Oh! Me love glitter!

-Everyone loves glitter.

Trouble is, all the glitter's missing.

-Now me not know what to do today.

-Missing glitter?

This keeps getting weirder.

That's not all.

Bandulu's upset about something, too.

We better go see what's up with him. Laters, lickle ones!

-Show, Bandulu!

-Thank goodness you're here, Rastamouse.

You're won't believe this.

Judging by what's happening today, is something missing?

That's right! Me biggest, roundest piece of cheese!

-How you know that?

-Just a lucky guess.

-Someone's been very busy thieving.

-But who? And why?

-GASPING OUTSIDE

-Huh? What all that noise outside?

Crew, let's check it out!

That's right, lickle ones.

Me just return from a highly awesome rocket flight into space.

Pretty cool, me know. And check this.

Me ask Professor Branston to take all of you

flying round the moon, too!

BANDULU: Wow! Come on, lickle ones! Let's get ready.

-Tell us about your flight, Mr President.

-It was crucial.

When that rocket started to fly, me heard its engines booming

and saw enough stars gliding by.

Dat rocket flew right round the moon.

The sight made me go weak at the knees.

And guess what -

up close, that moon sure does look just like a huge ball of cheese.

Wow! The moon!

Wow! Cheese.

Me got to go call Professor Branston.

Make sure he ready for the orphans. Catch you later!

We nah got time for staring into space.

We got loads of missing things to track down.

You know dat. Sonny's camera, Wensley's TV, Bandulu's cheese...

-The glitter.

-Me was just getting to that.

No, me mean, look! A trail of glitter!

Ah, well spotted, Scratchy.

-It leads this way. Come on!

-Laters, Missy D!

This way, this way! THEY GASP

-The space rocket!

-That is the coolest thing ever!

Rastamouse, the door's opening!

Ah, Easy Crew. Well, hello.

Professor Branston, me presume?

Ja, indeed, indeed.

Branston's ze name. First mouse ever to fly into space.

Dis rocket's mega-boombastic, Professor!

This is what took Wensley Dale into space.

He saw the stars and the moon, floating right by the window.

The President sure was impressed.

How did you build this rocket and make it fly,

all by yourself?

Ah...well, I would love to explain, but it's very complicated

and sciency and...

Ah! The orphans are here. Hello, little ones. Welcome aboard.

Buckle up. Take care now.

There's plenty of space in the rocket.

-If you three would like to come too?

-Really?

-Can we?

That's proper kind of you. But we got investigating to do.

SCRATCHY AND ZOOMER: Oh, Rastamouse!

Sorry, guys. We've got dem missing things to find. Come on!

Make sure you get well clear of the launch pad

before we take off, Easy Crew.

Sure thing, Professor.

We're missing flying round the moon!

-This is dread!

-Nah worry yourself, Zoomer.

We're gonna have enough adventures down here on the ground.

Guys, look! Mikey's wheelbarrow.

And there's glitter in there, too.

-Me think me know what goin' on.

-You do? Tell us!

-'FIVE, FOUR...'

-We're missing the take off!

Me nah think so, Zoomer.

RUMBLING Me can't see that rocket.

That's cos you're looking up dere when the rocket is still down here!

But if the rocket not taken off, where's this noise coming from?

From dat speaker, hidden over there!

Rastamouse, me nah understand.

-Look!

-Huh?

Enough of the stars, I think we now take a look at the moon.

-RASTAMOUSE COUGHS

-Ah, what's that? Oh.

-Branston, we have a problem.

-Oh.

You've got explaining to do. Right, Professor?

Huh? What goin' on? Rastamouse, Easy Crew?

You wanna tell everyone what goin' on?

I always loved the moon and stars

and space flight's what I longed to do!

When I told the President about my dream, he said,

"Branston, it would never come true."

I wanted him to think I could do it. To wow him, so he'd change his tune!

So I set up this fake rocket racket, to pretend we could fly to the moon.

This rocket you built looked the business!

-But it nah fly at all, right?

-Ja, ja, indeed.

I just played the rocket sounds on my speaker.

But what about all them stars we see through the window?

Ahem. That is not a window. It's...

Wensley Dale's flat-screen TV!

That you hooked up to Sonny's TV camera.

So whatever happens in front of the camera appear on Wensley's TV!

Ja, ja, indeed, indeed.

I made shiny stars with the glitter and the moon with the cheese.

And I dangled them in front of the camera. The whole thing was a fake.

I'm so sorry that I tried to make everyone believe something

that was not true.

-And for all the things you took, too?

-Indeed, ja, ja.

It's clear that you're sorry

for doing things that you never should.

After you give back the stuff you took,

there's one way to make a bad thing good.

ORPHANS CHEER

Professor Branston.

You worked hard and used all dem clever things you know

about space to set up the first Mouseland planetarium.

Me now declare it open.

Mr President. I'm sorry I tricked you

and boasted about stuff that I couldn't really do.

Thanks for giving me another chance. Everyone, go inside, please.

Professor, me think your planetarium's really cool.

But me nah know what a planetarium is!

Oh, well, it's somewhere you can learn

all about what's going on in space,

about all the stars and the planets that are up in the sky.

Oh, it's fascinating!

-Sure is.

-Indeed.

RADIO CRACKLES

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

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

'Rastamouse. Me over the moon, thanks to your cosmic plan.

'And all three of you are proper stars.'

Thanks. Me love that.

Irie, man.

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