Da Last Resort Rastamouse

# Zooba, dooba, dooba dang

# Zooba, dooba, dooba day

# Rastamouse and Scratchy and Zoomer

# Also known as da 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 da Easy Crew

# Solvin' mysteries in the neighbourhood

# Always there to make a bad thing good. #

All right, this one crucial vibe.

It feel just like summer in a tune!

Ha-ha.

RADIO BUZZES

Easy Crew, come in, come in, are you reading me?

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

Me heard some mice having problems getting to Mousetego Bay.

Me can't go there just now so, please, go see wa'gwan right away.

Easy Crew, let's shift.

Whatever happening at Mousetego Bay, me hope we can sort it quickly.

Then we can enjoy some nice, cool ginger beer at Stylie's beach cafe.

Last one on the beach is a soggy cheese pie.

ZOOMER LAUGHS

Zoomer, you all right?

Yeah, man, but me sure this fence never used to be here.

Hmm, true dat.

Someone's blocked off Mousetego Bay.

And look at all them cranes and bulldozers.

Someone doing a lot of building on the beach.

Hey, Rastamouse, wa'gwan?

Hmm, me na' know. Ah, yo, Stylie, you cool?

Actually, no, Rastamouse, me proper hot and bothered.

Me can't get to me beach cafe cos of this great big fence.

Do you know who put it up?

No, but me na' tink it fair stopping everyone

getting to the beach. What me going to do?

PHONE RINGS

Hello. Yes. Who this?

Really? 50 bottles you say?

Sure ting, me get right on it.

Stylie, wait, who was that?

Oh, me na' catch him name but him want me

to make plenty ginger beer for some big party.

Sorry, Easy Crew, got to run.

50 bottles of ginger beer?

Just thinking about it makes me thirsty.

Easy Crew, we can't stop for refreshment

till we find out who put up this fence.

Let's look for clues.

Sorry, little ones. Me na' got a clue, wa'gwan?

Hey, Bandulu.

Me na' need to ask what's up?

Me guess that you're worrying about this great big fence.

Dem little ones were so looking forward to playing 'pon that beach.

Na' worry yourselves, likkle ones.

We'll make sure everyone can get on to the beach again real soon.

This way, Easy Crew.

Yo, Carlton.

Hey dere, Easy Crew. Wa'gwan?

We're investigating this fence

that's stopping everyone getting on to the beach.

And we see you've got plenty of big planks there

-so it must be you putting them up.

-Nah, man. Me na' put up the fence.

Me just got told to bring loads of building stuff here.

-Who is it you're working for, Carlton?

-Me na' know.

Him sort everything out by the phone. Laters.

-Eh? Rastamouse, look!

-What that?

-It's some kinda plan.

-Hmmm.

A plan for a fancy beach resort.

Beach resort? What that?

It look like a kinda private beach.

There's fancy swimming pools, a posh hotel.

There's even a golf course.

A golf course?

Maybe Chip knows something 'bout this.

Good tinking, Scratchy.

Easy Crew, let's shift.

Oh, Easy Crew! Have you come for a game of golf?

Nah, Chip.

We come for some information.

Do you know anything about this new golf course?

Huh?! But there's a perfectly good golf course right here.

-Who'd want to build another one?

-That's what we wanna find out.

-PHONE RINGS

-Yello. Chip here.

Really? Oh, thank you, mister.

This feel better than getting a hole-in-one.

Chip, wait, who was that?

Some important-sounding mouse offering me

the job of golf coach at a new beach golf course.

Him the second mouse to get an important call

-and then go racing off!

-Yeah.

And we still na' find out who's building this new golf course

-and all dat other stuff.

-Chip not the only mouse who well into golf.

-Wensley Dale loves it. Big time!

-True dat.

Maybe the President knows something about all of this. Come on.

-Yo, Wensley Dale!

-Ah, Easy Crew.

It's good to see ya but me na' got time for conversation.

Me got to write a reply straightaway saying, "Yes, please,"

to this invitation.

What have you been invited to, Mr President?

"You is politely invited to buy a ticket for the grand opening

"of the new exclusive Mousetego Bay Beach Resort."

How ya like that, Rastamouse?

-Hm?

-Man, me na' like it much at all.

-Huh?

How come?

Whoever is building this new resort has put up a big fence

so no-one can get to Mousetego Bay.

Oh, dear. This na' sound good at all. So who is dis mouse?

Well, we na' find him yet but if me can take a look at dat invitation...

Ah, reply to Sir Alfie Sugar, Big Cheese Tower.

Easy Crew, let's get goin'.

Whoa! This one blingin' house.

Whoever him is, him na' scared of heights.

True dat, Zoomer.

And Sir Alfie Sugar live on the very top floor - the penthouse.

Ah, lovely. What a view.

-Oh.

-Yo, Sir Alfie.

Oh, so you're the Easy Crew? Right.

-How would you say it? Crucial?

-Nice to meet ya.

I was just about to call and book you to play

at the grand opening party for my resort.

This one blingin' crib, Sir Alfie!

Well, thank you.

I'm a hard-working mouse with plenty of cheese

and I want to do something special for Mouseland

cos it's an island that holds so many happy memories -

playing on Mousetego Bay with all my old chums.

Oh, the beach is such a special place.

But that big fence you built, it keeping everyone out.

When my resort is finished,

it's going to be THE happiest place in Mouseland.

And everyone in town is going to pay to play for sure.

I can almost hear the happy laughter now, yes, yes.

Now, don't you tink the beach should be there for everyone to enjoy?

Me wonderin' if you should change your plans.

Rastamouse, me na' think him listening.

Yo, Sir Alfie, Rastamouse was trying to tell ya that your resort

na' such a good idea.

Sorry, where was I? Carry on, Rastamouse.

Actually, we gonna leave you to it.

You clearly got a lot of plannin' to do.

Nice to meet ya, Sir Alfie.

Come on, Easy Crew.

Rastamouse, wa'gwan?

How come you give up tryin' to change Sir Alfie's mind?

Do you really tink that this new resort gonna be

the happiest place in Mouseland?

No, but me realised with someone like Sir Alfie,

just talking to him na' goin' work.

Me gonna try a different way.

But first, me need to call the Pres.

PHONE RINGS

Greetings. President Wensley Dale speaking.

Ah, Rastamouse. Mm? Mm.

Hmmm. Me see. Sure ting.

That plan do sound proper, Rastamouse.

-SIR ALFIE:

-Funny. My guests should be here by now.

Such a beautiful beach, so many happy memories.

Huh? Ah, ooh!

-Oh, sorry, Sir Alfie.

-Oh, Rastamouse.

-Can the orphans have their ball back, please?

-Of course they can.

Are you coming to play my grand opening party now?

Actually, we wanna invite you out here to our party.

Well, I don't quite understand.

The party's supposed to be in here.

Ah, me and the President arranged this likkle picnic and play day.

Nuttin' fancy or smart.

And it free fi everyone.

And everyone chose to do this

instead of coming to my brand-new resort? How come?!

How about ya join in with us and all will become clear?

SIR ALFIE CHUCKLES

Ah, you're all having so much fun out here

and I think I've just worked out why.

There are some things like fun and friendship

that money just can't buy.

I thought my plans for a new resort were just so brilliant and clever,

but now I see you don't need any of that

to have fun and play and laugh together.

Just like you did when you was likkle

-and there was no smart resort back then, right?

-Right.

Rastamouse, I should've listened when you tried to tell me

that it's not a good idea to fence off the beach

and make mice pay to play there. Yes.

Me can see you learned your lesson, Sir Alfie.

And soon as we've helped you take down this fence

and put back the beach the way it was before,

me know just how you can make a bad ting good.

Put it down, yes. Oh, look.

It's so cool to be back 'pon the beach down here at Mousetego Bay.

And all our friends lovin' the vibe

-now that Mousetego Bay's once again open for everyone to enjoy!

-Yes.

Well, now I'm going to start my new job as the Mousetego Bay lifeguard.

Yes, yes.

Look like Sir Alfie's one happy mouse now.

RADIO BUZZES

-RADIO:

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

'Message from President Wensley Dale.

'Listen up, you three.

'You saved the day and saved the Bay with your smart and clever plan.

'And your summery tune is crucial.'

Tanks. Me love that. Irie, man.

# Give it up

# Give it up

# Give it up for the Easy Crew

# Stoppin' mischief in the neighbourhood

# Always there to make a bad thing good. #