Trainin' Day Rastamouse

# Zooba dooba dooba dang

# 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

# Solvin' mysteries in the neighbourhood

# Always there to make a bad thing good. #

Guys, this tune's bangin'!

True dat, Scratchy.

Hee-hee! Yeah, man, me love it!

It sound just like a train! Ho-ho!

For real! Me think we should call it the choo-choo-choon!

Ha-ha! That's genius, Rastamouse!

RADIO BUZZES

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

'Message from President Wensley Dale. Come immediately.'

Aw, me was just getting into that tune.

And we no have no lyrics yet, Rastamouse.

Here, nah fret now, guys. We'll tink of something.

Come on. Let's ride.

Me wonder what go on with the Pres.

Yeah, him soundin' ver' stressed.

Me tink we gonna find out soon enough, guys.

-Yo, Easy Crew!

-Yo, what's up, Bandulu, likkle ones?

What's all the excitement about?

Well, me old friend Louie S,

him lined up a special surprise trip for later.

-Oh, that sounds wicked!

-Cool! Me love surprises.

Heh-heh-heh! Me, too!

Me tink me's just as excited as they are! Ha-ha!

-Can we come?

-Zoomer, we've got work to do, remember?

True, dat. Come on, Crew, we better split. We're needed by the Pres.

-Enjoy your trip, likkle ones. You too, Bandulu.

-Thanks, guys!

Yo, Pres. Wa'gwan?

Ah, Easy Crew. Thank goodness you're here,

cos me have no hint of a clue.

Why, weird things, dem goin' missing.

That's why me call 'pon you.

First, Coach Jose's whistle disappear.

Then it was Dwain's post hat.

And if that not bad enough, next to go was Frank's lucky ping-pong bat.

-Man! Dat is bad things!

-You know what I'm sayin'?

You nah worry yourself now, Wensley.

The Easy Crew is on the case.

Come on, Crew. Let's ride.

Come on, team. Higher, higher!

Keep your eye on the ball!

SWANEE WHISTLE

THEY LAUGH

Oh, no! This is bad!

Yo, Coach Jose.

-Yo, Easy Crew.

-You cool?

Cool?! No! Not cool at all.

I can't keep control of this game without my proper referee's whistle.

You see? They're too busy laughing at the sound of the swanee whistle.

They're not taking me seriously!

You nah fret now, Coach. We'll find your whistle.

-Easy Crew? Let's look for clues.

-Huh?! Ooh, look at that!

-Me never seen a jet-black pebble before.

-Me neither.

Me better get rid, in case one of the players accidentally trips over it.

Hold up, Zoomer.

Huh?!

Lemme see it. Hmm!

Let's keep hold of this. It might be a clue.

Look, Rastamouse, there's another one.

-And another!

-Come on, Crew, let's follow the trail.

Laters, Coach!

Laters, Easy Crew. Oh, and thank you.

Hmm, it must be somewhere. Me always leave it right here.

Me can't understand it.

Yo, Dwain. You good?

Yo, Easy Crew. Nope, me no good at all.

Me just went inside to pick up the mail

and me left me post hat right here 'pon me scooter.

And when me return, it gone!

You sure you not take it inside with you?

Oh, yes. Me check and double-check

and now it makin' me late with me post round!

And me have ver' special deliveries to make today, too!

Hmm. You nah fret now, Dwain.

We'll find your hat.

You get on with your deliveries and leave it to me, and be cool.

Well, thank you so much, Easy Crew.

Hey, look, guys! Another one of them funny, black stones.

Nice work, Scratchy!

And look! Footprints!

Oh! Nice spotting, Zoomer!

Come on, Crew, let's follow that trail.

Ah, man, that's the fifth game it made me loss already.

Oh, ho-ho, no!

-Yo, guys.

-Yo, guys.

-Oh-ho-ho, Easy Crew.

-Wa'gwan, Frank?

Oh, well, me need me lucky ping pong bat.

Your uncle Wensley say it went missing.

You sure you nah just lose it somewhere?

Me positive, Zoomer.

Where you see it last?

Me left it 'pon the ping pong table earlier - right here.

Ah! Hmmm.

And when me come back, it gone!

Are you sure that's where you left it?

Me certain, Scratchy. Oh!

M-m-me never gonna get anywhere using this old wooden spoon.

Me bet it's proper good for servin'!

Your dinner, that is!

Ha-ha!

Oh, Zoomer!

You no worry yourself, Frank. We're going to find your lucky bat.

Just leave it to the Easy Crew.

Wait? Rastamouse, look! More them black stones.

Ah, sweet, Scratchy. Easy Crew, let's follow that trail.

-Laters, Frank. Laters, Dexter. BOTH:

-Thanks, guys. Laters.

-Oh, man! The trail just run out.

-What we gonna do now, Rastamouse?

Me not no.

-That's strange.

-What's that, Rastamouse?

Me not sure, but it look smoke.

Come on, Crew, let's move.

Yo, Louis, wa'gwan?

Shouldn't you be taking the likkle orphans for them surprise?

Oh, Easy Crew, I think I just need to explain.

I'm just crazy about anything to do with trains and I wanted to

give those little ones a surprise of a ride on a steam engine me built.

But it's only now that me realise.

This train is not going anywhere.

Me lost all of the coal through a hole in the sack

and worse than that, me forget the most crucial thing,

that to run a train, you're gonna need a track.

But what you doing with Dwayne's post hat?

And Coach Jose's whistle!

And Frank's lucky ping-pong bat!

Me thought me should look the part.

A proper train driver needs a proper hat and for safety

when stopping and starting that thing,

me thought me might need this whistle and bat.

Me swear down I only borrowed those things and

me intended to give them all back.

But what me going to say to them orphans now,

with no more coal for my train and no track?

Louis, me can see that you're sorry, so me going to give you

some instant advice.

You need to ask before you borrow what isn't yours,

even if you're just trying to do something nice.

Ah, thanks, Rastamouse. I'm real sorry.

-But Rastamouse, one thing still puzzling me.

-What that, Zoomer?

Me still not know what's go on with all these funny black stones.

-You found my coal.

-Coal?

Coal is one of them tings you need to run a steam engine, Zoomer.

So that's where all that smoke was coming from too.

That's right, Scratchy. From the furnace in the steam engine.

Now, Easy Crew, you go with Louis and make sure

everything gets returned, then meet me at the orphanage later.

-Yo, Fats, you cool?

-Yo, Rastamouse. Me cool, thanks.

-Wa'gwan with you?

-Fats, me need your help. Me been wondering.

Why is it that Mouseland no have any trains?

Ah, well, you know, there was going to be one once,

but it would've meant digging up some of Mouseland's landmarks

like One Two Trees forest and and Misty Falls and tings.

Then ever since we got this great bus service,

-the President decided against it.

-Me see.

Me tink there's some of the old disused track from it

over at Carlton's recycling yard. Why you asking?

Me just trying to make a bad thing good.

But first, we got to call the Pres.

PHONE RINGS

Greetings. Oh, thank goodness. Go on.

But we decided against that. Ah! Me see.

That plan does sound proper, Rastamouse.

Chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, choo, choo.

Chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, choo, choo. Whoops!

Zoomer, me tinks you need to do a bit more training.

-Training!

-Good one, Scratchy. Louis, why you not laughing?

Well, you know, I'm just so upset because me let Bandulu

-and them little ones down.

-You no worry yourself, Louis.

Because me got an idea how you're good by using your skills

and your engine, start making a bad thing good.

It gives me great pleasure to declare the Mouseland Express

well and truly open.

-Hold on tight. All aboard.

-Go on, likkle ones.

But, Rastamouse, we don't have no lyrics for the song yet.

Me no tinking we need any lyrics, Scratchy.

Just these cool sound effects from Louis' steam engine.

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

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

'Rastamouse, come in, come in.

'Me love your first-class plan and me love Louis' Mouseland Fun Express.'

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 thing good. #