Da Winner Is 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.

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Bandulu, me tink me need more pies. We all need feeding tonight.

Me baking as fast as me can, Mr President.

How's the sound system going, boys?

-All sorted. No need to worry.

-How can me not worry?

In three hours, me hosting the Golden Wensleys,

the biggest music award ceremony in Mouseland!

Where you want these flowers, Wensley?

Over there. No, over there. Or maybe over there. Me not know.

Me got so much to organise and so lickle time.

You know what you need, breda? You need more help.

You not wrong there, Sasha. What me need is the Easy Crew.

And me just like to thank everyone

for presenting me with this wicked award.

-Zoomer, wa'gwan?

-Him practising his speech in case

him win something at the music awards tonight.

What we really need to be practising

-is the song we gonna be performing.

-Sorry, Rastamouse.

Oh, Zoomer. OK, Easy Crew, let's take it from the top. One, two...

RADIO CRACKLES

Rastamouse. Come in. Come in.

Message from the President. Me need you at Pow Pow Square. Immediately.

Easy Crew, y'all hear that? We're needed by the Pres. Let's shift.

So, how many more pies do you tink we need?

Me not sure we have enough flowers. Wensley?

Too many pies. Not enough flowers.

No, me mean not enough pies and too many flowers. Me all confused.

-Man, this is dread.

-Chill, Wensley Dale.

-The Easy Crew is here to help.

-What d'ya need us to do, President?

Rastamouse, me glad you here, cos time is getting tight.

Me need you to pick up the prizes for the music awards.

The Golden Wensleys? Cool!

-No worries. Easy Crew, let's go.

-Let's ride!

-Well, that's one problem solved.

-What about the flowers?

-The pies?

-The sound system?

-There, that's the last one, Mikey.

-Bravissimo, Fats!

Soon, we have these awards looking all a-shiny and a-gold.

-There, is a-finished!

-You fancy a nice cool drink, Mikey?

-Me have some juice in the workshop.

-Is a-just what I fancy!

All this a-painting is a-making me thirsty.

-Here you go, Mikey.

-Thanks, grazie.

-What's happening, Fats?

-Rastamouse! Scratchy! Zoomer!

-You want some juice?

-Me love some!

-Sweet!

-We not have time, guys.

The President sent us to collect those awards. Are they ready?

Si, Si. I just a-finished painting them gold.

-But the paint, it's still a-wet.

-Wensley Dale need them urgently.

OK, Rastamouse. Dem over 'ere.

FATS GASPS

-What?! Where dem awards gone? They was just here!

-Uh-oh!

-Mamma mia! Someone has a-taken the awards.

-Ah, this is strange.

-What we gonna do?

-We need to find dem Golden Wensley awards real quick!

Whoever take them can't have gone far.

Let's split up and investigate!

Ron, you not see a mouse with any them Golden Wensleys?

Sorry, Scratchy. Me been busy cutting hair all day.

Me not seen no awards.

The Golden Wensleys are missing? That is dread.

-And you not seen nothing suspicious?

-Let me tink.

No, me not seen nothing. RASTAMOUSE SIGHS

-Oh, la, la.

-Yo, sister. Wa'gwan? You need a hand?

Oh, merci. Thank you.

-You ought to get this fixed proper, you know.

-Mais oui, for true.

-Lucky me was here to help.

-You're not wrong.

Me looking for a mouse who took all the Golden Wensley awards.

-You seen anyone looking suspicious?

-Suspicious? No, I see no-one.

-Ta-da! All fixed.

-Merci. Zat was most 'elpful.

I better be going now. Au revoir!

OK, see you around! Oh, keep an eye on that wobbly wheel!

-Yo, guys.

-Did you find out anything, Zoomer?

Nah. Me just meet this sister outside Criss Trainers

-and me help her mend her lickle cart.

-And...?

And... Oh yeah, she not seen a thief.

So no-one saw a ting? And we got no clues!

-What we gonna do, Rastamouse?

-Hmmm.

Me wonder if Fats has any more of that delicious juice?

-Stop yourself right there, boy.

-What? What's up?

-What's that on your back?

-ZOOMER GASPS

-Looks like a paw print to me.

-In gold paint.

And Mikey, him said the paint on those golden Wensleys was still wet.

Me not understand.

How did you get this on your back, Zoomer?

Maybe when that sister with the cart patted me on the back.

Zoomer! That was the thief! And you let her go?!

Oh, no!

Easy Crew, come. We need to check this out.

Is this where you saw the mouse with the cart?

-Yeah, right here, Rastamouse.

-Look!

-RASTAMOUSE GASPS

-Tracks!

-From that cart with the wobbly wheel.

Me tink these gonna lead us to those Golden Wensleys. Let's move!

Where's the Easy Crew? Where are my Golden Wensleys?

Everyone's arriving for the big award ceremony

and me got nothing to give them and nothing is ready!

What me gonna do?

Chill. Rastamouse has never let you down yet.

Me bet him gonna be here soon

and him gonna have all them awards for sure.

Me hope so, Sasha. Me really, really hope so.

-What? Them tracks just stop!

-What now, Rastamouse?

Hmm. Gold paint. This way, crew!

Look, another golden paw print!

OK, let's go inside.

Hold up! Me tink we take a lickle look through this window first

-and see what this is all about.

-RADIO BLARES

-Rastamouse, wa'gwan?

-Me not know.

And zis award goes to a very special mouse. Ze winner is...

Nicole!

Oh, for me? Oh, zis is such a surprise! I don't know what to say.

I just like to thank all my friends and family. I love you all.

Well done, Nicole! And ze next award 'as been won by...

Nicole!

Oh, la, la, me again! I can't believe it!

Thank you everyone, thank you.

-Hold it right there, Nicole.

-Rastamouse.

-Wa'gwan here?

-Why you thief all them Golden Wensleys, girl?

Ever since I was little,

ever since I was just this size,

the thing I wanted most of all was to win myself a prize.

I'm no good at soccer and cricket. I never could run fast.

In every race I went in, I always came in last.

When I try any fancy skateboard tricks, I just end up in a flap.

I must be ze only mouse in Mouseland who can't sing or dance or rap.

-And dat's why you took them awards?

-I'm sorry. Pardonne-moi.

But I'll never win one any other way.

Nicole, what you did was wrong. Now listen to me for a minute.

If you wanna get your own award, then first you got to win it.

-But I'm not good at anything, Rastamouse.

-Dat not true!

You done a wicked job here organising this award ceremony.

I do like organising things.

And that gives me an idea how you can make a bad ting good.

-Bandulu, more pies!

-Coming right up.

-Ice Popp, less bass!

-For real!

-Sasha, move those flowers a lickle to the left.

-Consider it done.

-Zoomer, are those awards dry yet?

-Bone dry and ready to go.

Ah, Rastamouse. That Nicole got the evening running like clockwork.

Me tink she saved the day!

For real. And with her in charge,

me tink the awards are gonna start on time after all.

And the next award goes to...Toots!

Thanks, Mr President, for this bling ting.

And a big shout out to all my fans. Me love y'all.

Me tink you can all agree, this has been a wicked evening.

But before y'all go, we have one final award to hand out.

This last Golden Wensley goes to...

-Nicole!

-NICOLE GASPS

-Moi?! Me?!

-Step up, Nicole. You deserve it!

For helping me organise this marvellous event.

Thank you, Monsieur President. Thank you, Rastamouse.

Thank you, everyone. Zis is awesome!

Dat sure was one wicked awards ceremony!

-And it's all down to that Nicole.

-And her cool organising skills.

RADIO CRACKLES

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

Message from the President. Listen up, you three.

Rastamouse, come in! Come in! That was a prize-winning plan.

The best Golden Wensleys we ever had.

Thanks! Me love that.

Irie, man.

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