Dancinderella 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 ting good. #

Next. Are you ready?

Chicka-oom, chick-boom. Och, aye.

-Thanks, MC.

-Hee-hee, hoo-hoo, ha-ha.

-What do you reckon, Mr President?

Erm...interesting.

Oh, sorry, MC. It was good but not quite what me looking for.

-Oh...

-Me getting to think me never going to

find the right dancers for my special show.

Hmm, we've seen most of the mice in Mouseland.

-Here's the next one, Lady of Town.

-And what's your name, then?

-No need to be shy.

-(Oh, no, no.)

-Are you going to take your hat off?

-(No.)

OK, whenever you're ready.

DANCE MUSIC PLAYS

-Man, that's wicked.

-You've got cool moves.

Me think me found my new dancer.

BELL RINGS

(Ah. Oh, no.)

Wait! Come back!

We don't even know your name.

Shorty, did you see where that mystery dancing mouse went?

-Sorry, Lady Uptown. Them just ran out.

-Oh...

-But they left this behind.

-Hmm? Wa'gwan?

Right on time. Come on, Easy Crew.

-Chocofeller, you look busy.

-Busy? I'm rushed off my paws, Rastamouse.

We came to see Half Pint. She has a special new cheese

-for President Wensley Dale.

-I've not seen Half Pint all morning.

-I wish she was here to help with all this work.

-Oh.

Half Pint, where you been?

Easy Crew, sorry me late.

Me just finished making this special new cheese for the president.

THEY GASP Man, that smells delicious.

That looks very unusual.

There ain't no other one like it.

RADIO CRACKLES

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

'Can you get over to Lady Uptown's crib. Come immediately.'

Easy Crew, you hear that? Let's shift.

'Oh, and Rastamouse,

'na forget to bring me special new cheese, now. OK?'

-Yo, Wensley.

-Ah, Rastamouse, Easy Crew.

Everything's going to be fine, now, Lady Uptown.

-Oh, and here's my special cheese.

-So, what's the story, Lady Uptown?

Wensley been helping me with the auditions for my new show.

Just when we found this awesome dancer,

the clock strike 12 and the dancer run away.

-Huh...

-You have to help me find him, Rastamouse.

So what did this dancer look like, then?

We could not see their face

-cos they was wearing a big hat.

-ALL: Aw...

But we do have a clue and the clue is a shoe.

When they were running away, they left behind this trainer.

Hey... Me heard a story just like this.

-Me too.

-If we can find a mouse...

-..whose paw fits this trainer.

-ALL THREE: We've solved the mystery.

-That is one plan, f'sure.

-It's a proper brilliant plan.

-Well, OK.

Let's give it a try, guys.

Oh, me would love to be onstage with Lady Uptown.

Aw, it na fit.

Fats ain't the mystery dancer.

Rrr...

Oh...

Too small.

Ee-ee-ee.

Too big.

-Ah-oh-ooh.

-Much too big.

-Yeah, that's it.

-No way.

Man, your paws, them is huge.

Hey, it's-a my turn now. Mamma mia, that's-a tight.

Move yourself, boy. Me dainty little tootsies going to fit, proper.

Wait, nearly there. Just keep pushing...

Hmm.

-Me sure this going to fit. Come on, come on.

-Sorry, Carlton.

-Oh...

-Oh.

Bagga T, you want to try?

-HE RAPS:

-# Me name's Bagga T and me know that's not mine

# Cos me got me own trainers and they fit real fine. #

Oh, right.

Man, we're never going to find this mystery dancer.

We've tried nearly every mouse in Grove Town.

-And it na fit any of them.

-What shall we do now, Rastamouse?

Maybe it's time for some good old-fashioned detective work.

Let me see that trainer a minute.

-HE GASPS

-Huh... Ah-hah!

What's this?

There's a lickle bit of something on the toe, here.

-Oh, that smell like cheese!

-But no ordinary cheese.

-Me sure me smelled this somewhere before.

-But where, Zoomer?

-Me just can't remember, Scratchy.

-But what we going to do, Rastamouse?

Hmm...me think we should take this sample to Miss Maxie

at the Cheese Museum.

She has the most sensitive nose in Mouseland. She'll know what it is.

-Miss Maxie?

-Rastamouse, Easy Crew, you cool?

-We want to show you this.

Me already tried that on. Me paws, them was too big.

-No, this lickle crumb on the toe. Me think that's cheese.

-Oh...uh-huh.

Let me see.

-MISS MAXIE SNIFFS

-Cheese.

That's strange, very strange.

This is definitely cheese but

it's a new type of cheese that me never smelled before.

-Ah...just what me thought.

-That is smooth.

One day, me would love to make a cheese like this.

All my years studying cheese and me never actually make any myself.

Miss Maxie, we need you to come with us back to Lady Uptown's

and tell us if this is the same as Wensley Dale's special new cheese.

-Me na understand, Rastamouse!

-It will all become clear, Zoomer. Come on.

So what are you going to call this brand-new cheese of yours,

-Mr President?

-Mmm, that is a good question.

Me think me will call it President's Prime.

Yo, Lady Uptown.

Rastamouse, did you find that mystery dancer?

Not yet, Lady Uptown but me have a rocking plan.

First, we need Miss Maxie to compare this lickle crumb with

-the President's special new cheese.

-Oh, dear.

-What's the problem?

-The problem is, me just eaten the last piece.

-Uh-oh.

Oh, that is dread. Him eaten the evidence!

But na worry.

Me ask Half Pint for a new delivery

and it should be arriving any minute now.

-Yo, Half Pint.

-Easy Crew.

-Do you mind if Miss Maxi take a look

at this crucial new cheese of yours?

-That's cool.

-OK.

-Miss Maxie, do your stuff.

-SHE SNIFFS

-Cheese...

Yeah...for true, no doubt about it.

That be the cheese on the trainer.

It's the same as Wensley Dale's new cheese.

Me na understand any of this, Rastamouse.

What about me mystery dancer?

Chill, this is what me thinking -

This special cheese that Half Pint make

She make it all by herself

This na some common lickle cheese that you pick up off of the shelf

So when a bit of that special cheese me find

Stuck on that trainer

Me guess it must belong to Half Pint

-And nothing could be plainer.

-Ah...now me understand.

Half Pint, Lady Uptown is there,

-and me think you've got something to tell her.

-For true.

That shoe belong to me cos me is...

BOTH: The mystery dancing mouse!

Heh-heh. That's right. Me love to dance, real bad.

But why you run off like that?

Me had to dash back to the dairy cos your special cheese was ready.

Me must have dropped a lickle bit on the trainer earlier,

when me was hurrying to get to the audition.

Oh...

Everyone rely on me to make the cheese,

so me na really have time for dance, an' ting.

That's a shame cos me really wanted you to dance in my show.

Me sorry, Lady Uptown. Me help Chocofeller. Can't cope on his own.

Hang tight, me have a plan. Half Pint, you're a helper.

Him need a helper while you're dancing with Lady Uptown.

Miss Maxie, you said you always wanted to make cheese.

-That's true enough.

-This is your big chance.

Time to make a bad ting good.

You can help out at the dairy while Half Pint is dancing.

-Me like that.

-Me like that, too.

-Genius.

-So everybody happy.

-Yeah, man.

CHEERING

Get your cheesy snacks here.

Miss Maxie, that is one tasty cheese you made. Ha-ha. Bosh.

CHEERING

-Half Pint's busting cool moves, there.

-True that. Ha-ha!

RADIO CRACKLES

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

'Message from President Wensley Dale.

'Listen up, you three. Rastamouse, come in, come in.

'That was a proper prime plan and Half Pint's moves, them amazing.'

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. #