Hero of Color City, The (2014)

[bunniefuu]

(door slamming)

(dog barking)

Mom: Ben, it's nearly

eight o'clock, honey.

- Are you in bed?

- (footsteps approaching)

Okay, Mom.

(dog barking)

- I'm on the bed.

- Not on, in.

As in, you are

"in" trouble, mister.

But Mom, I have to

finish this drawing.

Ben: It's a king.

That's terrific.

And who's that little guy?

Ben: Uh... kind of

a flying thing.

I drew 'em on the same paper

'cause they're pals.

- Well, pal...

- (Ben laughing)

You're my flying thing

and you're going right into bed.

You can color more tomorrow.

Mmm, after we

clean up this room.

Which means you need

to feed the Trashosaur.

(roaring)

Mom: Lights out, little guy.

- Mom: I love you.

- I love you too, Mom.

(yawning)

Good night, honey.

(sighing)

(sighs) Where am I?

How did I get here?

(whimpering)

It's pretty dark.

Nothing to be afraid of.

I hope.

(voice muttering)

(gasping)

Oh, it's the g*ng.

They must be nearby.

(all chattering)

Up and at 'em, slowpokes.

We only got till morning.

We gotta be back

before Ben wakes up,

and one minute's

gone already.

Come on,

we're burnin' moonlight!

- (all yawning)

- (chattering)

Keep it down,

you rusty wagon wheels.

You'll wake the young 'un.

Would you look what Ben

colored with me today.

A green dog. Usually he

just uses me for grass,

- or leaves.

- That is one groovy puppy.

Blue: You know, last week, Ben

used me to color an elephant.

A blue elephant. Ha!

Kid sure is creative.

All he ever uses me for

is night.

But nighttime is party time.

And another thing: he never

colors inside the lines.

Is it too much to ask

for my chroma

and pigmentation not to be

spread around haphazardly?

He colors like a six-year-old.

Uh, he is a six-year-old.

Once in awhile,

I'm an outline.

(whistling)

Hey! What's it take

to get some help

around this joint?

Zam. What are you

doing up there?

I don't know, what are you

doing down there?

Ben must have left her there

before he went to bed.

- Hello.

- Don't flip your lid, Red.

I got you covered.

(laughs)

(grunting)

Well, it's about time.

Been up there all day.

Well, I thought it was

a perfect catch.

I probably would have

dropped her.

- Tangerine.

- (giggling) Hello.

- Periwinkle.

I'm here.

Oh, did he see me?

- I've... I've been here.

- Baby blue?

- (crying)

- Orange?

Huh? Juicy.

- White.

- Did you see?

Did you, Brown?

Ben reached for me today.

Well, almost reached for me,

but still...

I saw it, White,

and you know, pretty soon

Ben's gonna draw

a holiday card.

Now who do you think

he's gonna use for snow?

Me! Gee, thanks, Brown.

- Tutti Frutti?

- (laughing)

Refried Bean.

(farting)

Aw, come on!

All right, now,

let's see here.

Yella?

Yella? Yella!

She's probably hiding

in a corner somewhere.

(scoffs)

Scared stiff, as usual.

(sighing)

Almost there.

Just a few more steps.

Oh! Excuse me, I...

(shouting)

(screaming)

Help!

- (panting)

- Whoa! Shh.

You'll wake the kid.

Where's the fire?

Monster... under bed.

Almost... almost got me.

A monster?

At this time of year?

It'll probably devour us all.

- (gasping)

- A sock monkey?

Oh.

(chuckling nervously)

- Silly me.

- Forget about it, Yellow.

Never trust a toy

made from old laundry.

And look at his smile.

Very insincere.

(stretching)

- (beeping)

- Oh! Time flies, fellas.

We better head back.

Well, hold up there,

you young whippersnappers.

Always with the hippity- hop

music you have now.

Why, back in my day,

crayons came four in a box,

and none of these fancy

waxes neither.

We were mostly made

of charcoal and mud.

(sighing)

Those were the days.

Don't let it

fracture you, Yellow.

Everyone gets scared sometimes.

You don't.

(laughing)

Hey, come on.

I know how to cheer you up.

Some extreme fun.

No, no. Nothing with

an "extreme" in front of it.

You go on ahead.

- You sure?

- (whimpering)

- (snapping fingers)

- Ha!

(whooping)

(sighing)

What am I always

so afraid of everything?

You sure looked like

a monster.

I had every reason

to be scared.

It's not like I jump

at every little...

- (screaming)

- (panting)

- Oh, it's just...

- (thudding)

- (gasping)

- (whirring, roaring)

Oh! Eee!

- (roaring)

- (screaming)

(all chattering)

Navy blue? Aquamarine?

Both: Aye aye, sir.

Crayon-amo!

- (grunting)

- (laughing)

Whoo! What a gas.

It wasn't me.

- (groaning softly)

- (all gasping)

Consarn it, Blue!

You almost woke Ben up.

Ooh. My bad.

Time's a-wastin'.

We better high-tail it.

- Crayon 1: Okay, come on.

- Crayon 2: Watch out.

(all whooping)

(Red giggling)

I love it!

(Green shouting)

Blue: Look out below!

Black: Please.

Brown: Yee-haw!

(all grunting)

- Wait.

- All: Huh?

- Brown: Has anyone seen Yella?

- (all grunting)

(panting)

Wait for me!

I'm here, Brown.

Brown?

Blue? Red?

Anyone?

I'm still here, guys.

With the drawings,

and the...

- (Trashosaur roaring)

- dinosaur.

Oh, no.

(gasping)

(gasping)

(sighing)

Deep breaths.

- Find your happy place.

- (footsteps)

(growling)

(Yellow yelling)

Monster!

- (shouting)

- (growling)

Get... get away from me!

You... you... monster!

- Monster?

- (gasps)

Now see here,

we're hardly monsters.

Just pigments

of Ben's imagination.

- Scribbles.

- (growling)

- Handsome scribbles.

- (shouting)

- Yellow: It has two heads!

- Two heads?

We should be so lucky.

I'm his wingman.

Probably because

I have wings.

(laughing)

- The name is Nat.

- You're a gnat?

Not a gnat, Nat!

I'm a flying thing.

(clearing throat)

Oh, and his best friend.

Who is he? What is he?

(singing fanfare)

Allow me to introduce

the Crown Prince of Chiaroscuro,

the Head of the Colorwealth,

the Archduke of Saturation,

the one and only,

His Royal Poobah...

King Scrawl.

(clears throat)

What do you want from me?

Obviously. You're a crayon.

We're sketches.

What do I have to do,

draw you a picture?

- (laughing)

- Hmm.

Look, we just need

a little color.

I was thinking of something

in a paisley.

Wha... what? By myself?

Um, I'm not supposed

to color strangers.

And besides, my tip

is all worn out...

Well, what about

all your friends?

Can't they give us some color?

They're all gone. See?

- (Scrawl murmuring)

- Gone?

Where?

Through the secret door

to Color City,

where crayons live.

(gasping)

Hmm? Hmm...

All the crayons?

Secret door?

- Hmm!

- You're right, boss.

That certainly looks like

a secret door.

That's not the secret door.

And anyway, only crayons

are allowed in Color City.

(growling)

(grunting)

- Hmm?

- Maybe we need to knock.

- Hmm!

- (music notes sounding)

Oh, there's a doorbell!

This must be the place.

But that really isn't

the way to Color City.

Don't listen to her, boss.

She's just trying to trick us.

Hmm...

What about this doohickey?

Hmm? Hmm.

(music playing)

- Uh-oh.

- (both shouting)

- (Trashosaur roaring)

- (Nat yelling)

(gasping)

Hmm. Hmm?

Nat: Get me out of here!

Nat: Please let me out!

I don't like small places.

Nat: I've never even been

to Rhode Island.

- (roaring)

- (Nat shouting)

Thanks,

Your Royal Stompiness.

Hey. Where's

Little Miss Yellow?

(distant yells)

(shouting)

- (grunting)

- (bell tolling)

(gasping)

I'm home.

(indistinct chatter)

(gasping)

(sighing)

Color City!

I... I made it. Yay!

Ah.

(bell tolling)

- Hey, Yellow, how you doing?

- Hi, Yellow.

- Yellow! Where you been?

- We were worried.

- I assumed the worst.

- There's a shock.

You know, Brown was about

to organize a search party.

Or, as I think he put it,

(stammering)

a posse.

It was awful.

I was attacked.

- What?

- By a big, huge, ginormous...

Sock monkey?

A rubber ducky?

Wave of panic.

Yeah, that's it.

I was scared because

I was all alone.

Well, at least it wasn't

a monster this time.

- (Red chuckling)

- And just look at your tip.

Blunt as blunt can be.

You could use a little trip

to the spa.

Good idea, Blue.

White: You'll be as good

as new in no time, you'll see.

Green: Do we have

an appointment?

Ma cherie, hello.

What happened to you?

My gentle, blushing flower.

I had an, um...

episode?

Surprise, surprise, she got

left behind in Ben's room.

I'm such a klutz.

(gasping)

Left behind?!

But anything

could have happened.

You could have been hurt. Oh.

(gasps)

Or broken, no?

Broken? I... Uh, no.

Anything but that.

(groaning)

Aiee! Look at your tip!

It's all flat and horrible.

Alors, we fix you

in a jiffy. Oui?

See you at the beach, Yellow.

- (White humming)

- But not so fast.

You do not need the spa.

But Madame Pink,

I was used today.

What did you color?

- Oh, Ben used me to draw...

- Hmm?

- A sheet of paper.

- A sheet of paper.

What? No. Oh, yes!

Yes, uh- huh.

- Hmm.

- I mean, a cloud.

- A cloud?

- No. Yes!

- Fruit!

- White fruit?

Hmm? No. Yes.

An apple. Banana?

- An orange!

- Say what?

How many times must we

go through this?

I know you have not been used.

Please. I've never even

been in the spa.

Someday you will.

But not today.

(White muttering)

Someday soon, I hope.

Coloring is overrated.

Are you kidding?

Coloring is what we do.

I just know I'll

be useful someday.

I just have to be.

(bubbling)

(humming)

Oh, hi!

- (splashing)

- (laughing)

What does this mean,

this, uh...

sock monkey?

Qu'est ce que c'est?

It's kind of like

a real monkey,

but made out of socks.

(exclaiming)

Socks!

- (shouting)

- I know, right?

I just wish...

If only I was cool,

like Blue.

Or as strong as Red.

Or even as organized

as Green.

They would have known

how to deal with King Scrawl.

King Who?

What, what, what?

Nothing. Ha.

Oh,cherie, we are all

special in our own way.

We each get to be one color.

Except for Tutti Frutti!

Whoo hoo hoo!

I can sing a rainbow!

(singing)

Oui. Except for her.

Being yellow is a good thing,

n'est ce pas?

- I guess.

- (Green clearing throat)

Yellow. Yellow?

Tick-tock, beach party.

Oh, I almost forgot.

I'm meeting my pals

at the marina.

Au revoir!

(bell dinging)

(indistinct chatter)

- Hey there, Yellow.

- Hello, dearie.

- Hey, Yellow.

- (bell dinging)

Get off my lawn!

Madame is right.

Maybe I am special.

- I can be anything I want.

- (bell dinging)

♪With colors so bright ♪

♪ Oh, it reminds me

of Spring ♪

♪ And ringing my bell just

makes me want to sing ♪

♪ The air is so rosy,

so sparkly and light ♪

♪ It's golden all day

and deep purple at night ♪

♪ Riding along

makes me feel so happy ♪

♪ The city is shining,

its colors are snappy ♪

♪ The sky is so blue and

the buildings all gleam ♪

♪ If I wasn't awake,

I'd be in a dream ♪

♪ Ring a little bell

and off I go singing ♪

♪The colors keep time to

my bell's ding-a-linging ♪

♪ A bright little tune I

will sing from the start ♪

♪ The song that I sing

also rings in my heart ♪

♪ When you are singing,

your cares disappear ♪

♪ And when you are ringing,

it makes colors clear ♪

♪ A red star is twinkling,

there's green in the trees ♪

♪ Blue is a whisper

and white is the breeze ♪

♪ Some hues are loud,

and others are mellow ♪

♪ I love them all,

from magenta to yellow ♪

♪ Colors are with us

in moonglow or sun ♪

♪ And singing about them

is just so much fun ♪

♪ Ring a little bell

and off I go singing ♪

♪ The colors keep time

to my bell's ding-linging ♪

♪ A bright little tune I

will sing from the start ♪

♪ The song that I sing

also rings in my heart ♪

♪ Ring a little bell

Ring a little bell ♪

♪ Ring a little bell ♪

♪ The song that I sing

also rings in my heart ♪

- (rumbling)

- (shouting)

- (whirring)

- (gasping)

- Scrawl: Mm- mmm.

- Oh, no! It's him.

(struggling)

- (shouting)

- (Scrawl grunting)

(bell dinging)

One blueberry frappe.

Thank you, darling.

Just what the doctor ordered.

- Mmm...

- Hello all.

I hope I'm not late.

Yellow should be here

any second.

Red: Green, I'm starting

to get worried about Yellow.

- Oh?

- (Yellow shouting))

She's seeing

monsters everywhere.

- (bell dinging)

- (shouting)

Yeah. I hope she hasn't

snapped her cap.

Girl's going all delusional

on us.

- (Scrawl growling)

- Yikes!

- Yikes?

- (thudding)

Yikes, man!

(Yellow screaming)

(all screaming)

I'm going this way now!

That's a big monster.

He's crayon-napping Yellow!

Somebody do something!

Doesn't screaming and running

in circles count?

- I guess.

- (White screaming)

Hold it!

All right, you varmint.

As sheriff of this here city

and on behalf

of crayons everywhere,

I order you

to cease and desist

any and all

monster-related activities.

- (feedback from speaker)

- Uh, pronto.

(gulls crying)

After him!

Charge!

Oh, my goodness.

Hold on, hold on!

That doesn't look safe at all.

Oh, Yellow!

(slurping)

(all shouting)

Keep him in your sights!

It's time for Plan A.

(Yellow screaming)

(all shouting)

(all gasping)

(all chattering)

Put me down! Put me down!

Put me down!

Let me go!

(gasps)

(all gasping)

(Yellow gasping)

Don't let me go!

Don't let me go!

Don't let me go!

Afraid of heights?

Heights, crowds, germs,

- the dark...

- Okay, okay...

vacuum cleaners, cats,

bugs, sock monkeys...

I get the picture!

- And trees.

- Trees?

You're afraid of trees?

They've got pointy branches!

Well, their bark is worse

than their bite, you know.

(laughing)

Oh, that was awesome!

- Hmm...

- Nat: I'm so funny.

(whirring)

Yee-haw! Plan A

for areo-plane!

(shouting)

Help!

Hang on!

I'm comin' fer ya', Yella!

Yee-haw!

Whoa, Nellie!

I got some sort of

turkey on my tail!

(Brown muttering)

(exasperated grunting)

- (screaming)

- Hoo- doggies, I been hit!

(all gasping)

I got her! I got her!

I got her!

Gotcha!

(all cheering)

Incoming!

Brown, are you all right?

Uh, I think my saddle's sore.

We must rush you

to the hospital!

Tout suite!

Nat: Well, what do we do now,

your Royal Clumsiness?

(grunting)

Scrawl: Hmm...

(excited grunting)

I gotcha.

Why deal with this

pain in the tail

when we can go

straight to the source?

(grunting)

Blue, you and Brown really

saved my wrapper.

Please. You're making

me blush.

And when I blush,

I turn purple.

What's so wrong with that?

Did you see that?

The monster was all...

(roaring)

And Yellow was all...

(screeching)

And we were all...

(screaming)

And it was horrible!

Well, he's gone.

Our troubles are over.

I sure wish that were true.

Lookee yonder.

(bird calling)

What does it mean?

I'm araid our troubles

are only just beginnin'.

(microphone feedback)

All right, all right,

simmer down now, young 'uns.

We've put our best minds to work

on the sitch-e-ation.

Professor Heliotrope

from ColorTech University

is here to make his report.

Professor?

Oh, now it's my turn to speak

with the talking

and the lips with the flapping

and explaining.

(clears throat)

Hello, nice cowboy man.

I'm not quite ready though

with the screen for the light

and the showing of the thing

which is happening with...

Oh! Where did everyone go?

It's like a magic trick.

(grunting)

Oh, my glasses.

There they are.

Okay, well...

Well, then.

Lights, please and

thank you, very nice.

All right, the slide

numbering one, please.

Then slide the first,

the premiere, yes.

Thank you.

Ah, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Well, this represents

the rainbow

which comes down

with all the color

and the color falling

into the lake,

giving us the tinting

and all the prettiness

in the city,

like I said, for living.

Living and happy, smiling.

Slide number two.

The two is next to one

and number four

through... Thank you.

And here we see

the colorfall,

through which the metamorphosis

of the rain...

Ooh, double rainbow!

To the lake, to the lake,

gives us the color,

setting us apart

from other art materials

like ink blots,

and lumps of clay

and pencil lead,

and what do they do

with the pastels?

The smudging.

All right and the next slide.

Oh, you're good at that.

Thank you.

Oh, and here I am

at the beach last year

having a wonderful vacation,

it was so nice.

They brought me the drink

with the big thing in it

- that stabbed me in the eye.

- (laughing)

I don't even know

how that got in there.

Okay, let's move along.

Press the button.

See, again, you're very good

at this in the back.

Look, now, there are...

(growling)

Drumroll and moment

of seriousness.

Here, you can clearly

see my postulation:

Limpidus non

carborundum est.

Uh, run that by us

again, Professor.

In English?

What, you didn't get it

the first time?

All right, I'll do it again.

Assuming the insertion

of the Monster

between the Rainbow

and the Colorfall, he...

It's very simple, actually.

No color, removed.

We become transparent.

Transparent? You mean

I'll lose my color?

Well, everybody'll

lose their color.

And if we lose our color,

we'll cease to exist.

All: Huh?

(feedback)

Any questions?

(all screaming)

(all sobbing)

(sighing)

It figures.

Whoa, whoa!

Hold your horses.

Folks, I ain't gonna

sugarcoat it:

we're up a crick

without a paddle.

I'll say!

No Crayon I've ever heard of

has traveled that far before.

(all murmuring)

Now Red, no need

to get everyone

more riled up than

they already are.

- Green, what time is it?

- We have precisely five hours,

fifty-eight minutes

and twenty-seven seconds

- before Ben wakes up.

- All right, all right.

We need ourselves

some volunteers to go upriver

and stop this scrawly sidewinder

who's messin' with our color.

- Who'll be first?

- Huh. I'm in.

Atta boy. Knew we could count

on you. Anybody else?

We each get to be one color.

I'm tired of feeling useless.

This is our chance.

Always knew we'd end up on

a perilous mission of doom.

Both: We're in!

Hey!

Do I see another bold color

in the house?

(gasping)

Green?

Nice goin', Greenhorn!

Brown: Someone's gotta

keep track of time

and keep things organized.

(sighing)

No big galoot is gonna

steal my color.

- I'm coming too!

- Zam!

This is gonna be

one crazy voyage.

Well, there's our posse.

Unless there's

another volunteer?

We got room for one more.

Not a lot of room.

I have luggage!

(all chattering)

(sighing)

(snoring)

(muttering)

Lawn, lawn... get off my lawn.

Come on, boss.

Almost there.

(grunting)

(gasps)

Oh!

Wee! It's so pretty.

- I love it.

- (grunting)

I hope he's right about

this color thing.

Well, if you're ready,

so am I,

your Royal Tie-Dyediness.

On your mark,

get set. Color!

Nat: Yeah!

(both exclaiming)

(Nat laughing)

(gurgling)

Ah, this is so much fun!

(chortling)

Hoo-ha, boss.

We're in color!

You think this is the right

combination for me?

I'm a sort of an autumn.

I don't want to

look too summer-y.

Hmm?

(grunting)

Nat: Oh, he paled out a bit.

Hmm.

Well, that was disappointing.

Just jumping in doesn't

seem to do the trick.

I guess it's only crayons that

can color drawings like us.

You know, decent,

sophisticated, grown up.

- Hard lines, handsome...

- (softly growling)

What's going on? What do

you see? What's happening?

Yes, I see,

your Royal Plumbermeister!

If we plug up the colorfall,

the crayons will have to

come here to unclog it,

and then we can get them

to color us!

(horn blowing)

(band playing)

Avast me hearties!

This be our vessel?

Well, Green, it's good to see

you came prepared.

Oh, indeed,

only the essentials.

My cappuccino machine,

my bunny slippers,

- etcetera, etcetera.

- (boinging)

Huh!

Hey, didn't you

pack anything?

We had to pack?

No one told me.

Did you pack anything?

Only my sunny disposition.

People, people,

don't freak.

I didn't bring

anything either.

Well, I hope you at least

packed clean underwear.

Of course! Six pairs.

Plus two in case

of accident.

- (bell dinging)

- Hello, everyone!

Yellow, it's good

to see ya.

Cool, man!

You're coming with us?

No, no.

I'm not going.

This is just some things

I thought you'd need.

- It's the least I can do.

- Nice job.

Compass. Tent. Lantern.

"Map of Scary Places."

(stammering)

It's a map.

Hmm, very practical.

And it's utilitarian,

and it's pragmatic, too!

Those are synonyms, I think.

Brown: One word

before ya depart.

You're goin' where no crayon

has ever gone before.

I sure wish

I was goin' with ya,

but I'm a bit,

uh, hog-tied.

All I can do

is wish ya luck

and remind you

not to be late, 'cause

if you don't get

back before Ben wakes up,

you'll be lost forever.

No Ben, no colorin',

no nothin'.

Heliotrope: Oh, yes,

Inkdiana.

I spoke at a seminar

once there one time.

They have

a lovely convention center.

Oh, yes, indeed!

Very colorful!

(gasping)

No! The map!

Heliotrope: Why don't you

take that...

- Here, Blue, you'll need this.

- Oh, thanks, Yellow!

What am I looking at here?

Oh, Blue, that's the wrong side.

Here, like this.

(grunting)

Ooh, a cotton blend!

That's some quality rope,

if I do say so myself.

You really should only

go for the quality ropes.

And cables, and bungees.

And anything else that

falls in the line of string.

- (horn blowing)

- What the?

Hey, I didn't say

cast off,

but, uh, cast off!

Cast off? Wait!

I'm not supposed to be here!

(sniffing)

Oh!

Oh, they are so brave,

n'est-ce pas?

Braver than a armadillo

crossin' the highway.

(horn blowing)

- Yellow!

- (gasping)

Up top!

I'm glad you decided to come!

Well, I didn't exactly

decide to.

Don't worry,

it's gonna be fun!

(sighing)

- Isn't this exciting?

- Exciting?

We could get the wax

peeled off our tips,

our wrappers could get torn,

or we might even

get broken.

Broken?

Mommy.

Huh.

Whew.

- This isn't too bad.

- Mm-hmm.

I can handle this.

A nice relaxing boat ride.

- Green: ♪ Heave h* ♪

- (gasping)

♪ Heave h*, our knees

are knocking ♪

♪ Heave h* our boat is

rocking Early in the morning

♪

Mmm, to be at sea.

The fresh, clean salt air.

The gentle swaying

of the ship.

Back and forth,

back and forth,

back and forth.

(vomiting)

White: Oh, on my wrapper.

Argh, a land-lubber.

My apologies.

Being on the water

brings out my inner pirate.

Yarrr.

♪ Heave h*, off we go ♪

♪ It's time to

save the day ♪

♪ From the giant ♪

♪ Who's trying

to take our colors away ♪

♪ I'm Green, I like to

stay on track ♪

♪ If we're on time,

I've got your back ♪

♪ How can we

pick up some slack ♪

♪ While heading

down the river? ♪

♪ Heave h*, off we go ♪

♪ I'm Blue and

very cool ♪

♪ I'll take some risks,

but I'm no fool ♪

♪ Playing safe

is still the rule ♪

♪ While sailing

to adventure ♪

(both singing)

♪ Heave h* ♪

♪ Off we go ♪

♪ It's time to

save the day ♪

♪ From the giant ♪

♪ Who's trying

to take our colors away ♪

♪ My color's White,

my time will come ♪

♪ When it's my turn

to have some fun ♪

♪ Right now I'm a little numb

Feeling kind of queasy ♪

Green and Blue:

♪ Heave h*, off we go ♪

♪ My brother White,

you've got it wrong ♪

♪ Listen to Black,

before too long ♪

♪ We won't be here

to sing this song ♪

♪ We're headed

for disaster ♪

♪ Heave h*, off we go ♪

♪ It's time to

save the day ♪

- Hooray.

- ♪ From the giant ♪

♪ Who's trying

to take our colors away ♪

♪ Who says, Black?

We cannot fail ♪

♪ I'm tough and strong

Red will prevail ♪

♪ Oops,I think

I've chipped a nail ♪

♪ So call the

paramedics! ♪

Green and Blue:

♪ Heave h*, off we go ♪

♪ I'm worried

and I fear ♪

♪ I'm Yellow,

and to be right here ♪

♪ With danger lurking very

near It's not what I intended

♪

It's not.

It's really not.

♪ Heave h*, off we go ♪

- ♪ It's time to save the day

♪ - White and Black: Hooray!

♪ From the giant ♪

♪ Who's trying

to take our colors away ♪

All: ♪ So, Heave h*,

off we go ♪

♪ It's time to

save the day ♪

♪ From the giant ♪

♪ Who's trying

to take our colors away ♪

♪ He can't take

our colors away ♪

♪ No, he won't take

our colors away ♪

♪ 'Cause we're here

to save the day! ♪

(horn blowing)

(squeaking)

Heliotrope: My theory

seems to be, uh...

I believe the proper terminology

would be, uh...

correct-o-mundo!

Oh, this is not good.

Not good at all.

Mmm. I'd invite you

to take a look,

but it seems my ocular orb

has become somewhat fastened

to this contraption...

Qu'est que c'est?

He means his eye is stuck.

(muttering, straining)

Oh, thank you, nice Cowboy Man

and Pink Lady.

There must have been...

(chuckling)

suction created

with the surface tension

when my eyeball came in contact

with the curvature

of the eyepiece lens,

causing the predicament that,

with your application of

continuous gyration and torque

was finally broken,

allowing me to esca...

Ow!

Glad we could help, Professor.

- (Scrawly grunting)

- Brown: Just what I feared.

That varmint is

blocking up the rainbow!

Here take a look-see.

Pink: Zut alors!

A chroma-tastrophe.

If this continues, we shall soon

be mere silhouettes!

I believe you are already

starting to fade.

And you don't have

your usual rosy glow.

Oh, well,

this isn't my usual eyeball,

but our heroes are coming

to a bifurcation!

(horn blowing)

(gasps)

Hey...

Hey! Which way?

(bird calling)

- Hmm, let me see...

- Green: Oh!

We need to make

a decision here.

It says "Danger!"

- Almost there.

- Go left.

- Left?

- Right.

- Right? You said left.

- I meant correct.

- Go left.

- Left. You sure?

- Right.

- Right right?

- Or correct right?

- Right right!

- Make up your mind!

- Um, left!

Okay, turning left!

Oops...

- Right.

- Um... Okay.

- Where are we?

- According to the map,

we're heading

down the Scary Narrows.

(stammering loudly)

Rapids!

- Hang on tight!

- (Yellow gasping)

What do we do now?

We end up in Davy Jones's

school supplies.

(vomiting)

Red: Oh, no.

We have to stay

inside the shore lines.

Blue!

Give the wheel to Green!

- Me?

- Him?

He's the best at staying

in the lines.

(Red groaning)

(all shouting)

Blue: That's not cool!

The lines are getting too

close together!

We'll never make it.

We're doomed.

(all moaning)

(White coughing)

(all groaning)

White: I landed on my keys.

Oh! I'm still

in one piece!

You dodged the whole thing!

You saved us!

Well, it only goes to show

that sometimes,

you just have to color

outside the lines.

Way to go, Green!

Well, thank you, but I

can't take all the credit.

- It was Yellow's idea.

- Huh?

Black: It sure was.

That was some

fast thinking.

(Red chuckling)

Uh, Green,

I think you forgot

your sunscreen there.

What?

You've got tan-lines.

I do?

Well, I've never

had them before...

- (laughing)

- You do too, Red.

- What?

- I'm going a bit gray myself.

- Oh, no!

- What is it?

These aren't tan lines.

We're starting to fade.

That can only mean

one thing.

What do you think it'll be like

when we have color, boss?

I think I'd like

to have polka dots.

Or maybe I could be plaid!

I bet Lois would go out with me

if I was plaid.

Girls love straight lines

criss-crossing, criss-crossing.

- Make you look handsome.

- Hmm.

- Nat: What?

- (growling)

Oh! Great work,

your Royal Brawniness.

Keep this up

and we'll be done in no time!

Hmm...

Hey, you're not gonna let some

spooky unnatural fog scare you?

Anything could be in that fog.

Any kind of creepy, crawly,

ookie, slimy monster.

- Huh?

- I'll take the lead.

Let's go everybody.

(Yellow gasping)

Green: What is this place?

Everything's so glum.

Yeah, makes Black look

downright cheery.

Ha.

You're always so brave, Blue.

How do you do it?

What's your secret?

No secret.

But you're never afraid.

Huh. That's what you think.

I've got the heebie-jeebies

right now.

You do?

But you don't show it.

Oh. Well, maybe

that's the secret.

(spooky voices moaning)

- (both gasping)

- White: Creepy crawlies!

Yellow was right.

- (voices continue)

- Voice 1: Go back!

Go away!

Voice 2: You are not

welcome here.

Voice 3:Come any closer

and we'll leave you

on the dashboard

of a hot car!

I always knew I'd end up melted

by spooky disembodied voices.

Ha! I'm not afraid

of any fog creature...

(whispering)

much.

Come on out!

I dare you!

Blue: I double dog dare you!

(roaring)

(all shouting)

Voice 1: And don't come back.

Moo.

Moo?

Hmm...

Something smells fishy.

Blue must have forgotten

to change his socks again.

I mean something's

not right.

Someone's gotta sneak back.

What?

Behind enemy lines?

Ha. I'll do it!

No. White has to go.

- Alone.

- Me?!

(stammering)

Why me?

- Look at you.

- White: Huh?

You're naturally camouflaged.

You'll blend right in.

I know this is hard to do.

Believe me, I know.

But we need you.

You need... me?

Wow, you guys need me.

This is my moment to shine.

I'll do it!

(quiet fart)

Hmm.

Huh?

Huh?

(gasps)

- Was I okay?

- You were great.

What about me?

Did I overplay it?

No, no. I really liked

the "or else" part.

It implied consequences.

Perilous consequences.

- Moo.

- Yeah, Cow.

I really felt

the complexity of your backstory

and the emotional shading

of your delivery.

Why, you're not monsters!

(all gasping)

What? Um...

- Grrr.

- Boo?

Moo!

Fellas, it was a trick.

No, no, no.

We really are monsters!

Yeah, I... I'm a dragon.

Fierce, v... vicious.

Very scary.

(grunting)

- Ouch! Not so hard!

- (Blue chuckling)

(quacking)

So this was the menace?

You bovine buffoon!

You lactose lunatic!

- You...

- Moo.

White!

You were wonderful.

As Brown would say...

"Aww, shucks, ma'am.

T'wern't nuthin'."

Okay, you know, 'fess up.

Who are you guys?

We're, we're...

We're unfinished drawings.

The unfinished.

The not-quite-good-enough.

The ones that never made it

on Ben's wall or Mom's fridge.

Most of us

don't even have names.

- I'm Duck. This is Cow.

- Moo.

Everyone calls me

Bumble Bee.

- Astronaut.

- Horse.

- He's Race Car.

- (squeaking)

Pathetic, right?

My name's Ricky...

But... but, I'm.. I'm

not exactly sure why.

You live here?

(beeping)

What he means is nobody

wants to hang out with us.

Cow: Moo, moo.

Besides, we have

to hide here.

If we don't,

"it" might find us.

(all gasping)

"It?"

What's... it?

(quietly)

The Great Waste.

A terrible creature that eats

unfinished drawings.

Eats... drawings?

(gulping)

Yup. Stinger, wings,

cute little chef's hat...

He'd make a bee-lightful

tuna sandwich out of me!

- Get a grip, bumble-boy.

- (bee laughing nervously)

Come on, g*ng, we've got

our own monster to fight.

Maybe we'll catch you

on the way back.

Uh... how do we

get outta here?

- (bird calling)

- Hmm.

We're west of Eraser Mesa.

No, no, no, avoid that place.

You'll get rubbed out.

We could head

towards Glueisiana.

You don't wanna

get stuck there.

How about cutting

through Pencilvania?

Oh, what's the point?

(sighing)

Well, what do you suggest?

The quickest way

is across the Wasteland.

- We can take you.

- Yellow: But it's a desert!

We'll never make it.

It's too hot.

- We'll melt!

- Hot? You betcha.

But it's also our home.

We can get you across.

But, we'll have to go fast!

Fast?

- (galloping)

- (all shouting)

Hey, this is kinda fun!

In fact...

I love this!

Yahoo!

(all whooping)

(all laughing)

We're here.

- Red: Here?

- This is Rubber Band Ridge.

From here, it's just a quick

shot to the top of the mountain.

(buzzing)

We'll show you how.

I do wish there was something

we could do for you guys.

Huh? Maybe we can.

What do you mean?

We could color our friends.

Coloring? Now?

Plus we're already fading.

If you ask me, we don't have

any color to spare.

And don't forget about

the big scary monster

and his, um...

flying thing.

I know we still have

a long way to go,

but it's the right thing

to do.

The drawings helped us.

It's our turn to help them.

- Well...

- I'm a crayon.

Coloring is what I do.

This is my destiny.

And that cow

needs some white!

- Moo, moo?

- And some black, too.

(buzzing)

See? It hardly

takes a second.

There.

Now you're a palomino.

(neighing)

How about adding a little

oomph to that fire!

Ahh!

What's a Mallard

without green feathers?

And a race car without

a slick paint job

- is just a rust bucket.

- (beeping)

Yellow: ♪ Whenever I'm looking

for something to do ♪

♪ A story brings me in ♪

♪ Away from the things

that make me afraid ♪

♪ And then I can begin ♪

All:♪ You see, it's me

My magic's coming through ♪

♪ Color the world ♪

♪ The greatest

thing to do ♪

(quacking)

♪ Drawing our stories

we like to explore ♪

♪ With color

and with style ♪

♪ Led by our feelings

and through every door ♪

♪ We're finding

our own smiles ♪

♪ Let's sing and dance ♪

♪ Our magic never ends ♪

♪ Color the world ♪

♪ It's better

with our friends ♪

♪ It's better

with our friends ♪

♪Better with our,

better with our... ♪

(laughing)

♪ Friends ♪

Houston, we don't

have a problem!

(mooing happily)

I am bee-utiful!

(roaring)

Hot stuff comin' through!

Oh, I wish we had the words

to thank you.

(mooing)

Bee-cisely, we're all

utterly grateful.

(Horse giggling)

Moo.

(sniffing) She does have

a way with words.

Are you guys gonna be

all right?

I think so, Ducky-Duck.

We would have liked to give

you even brighter colors,

but we are getting paler

by the minute.

And we've only

minutes to spare.

(grunting)

Well, then,

let's get moving.

Are you guys

sure about this?

Unless you know how to fly,

this is the fastest way

to the top.

I always knew we'd end up

being launched into oblivion.

Hmm?

Five...

- four, three...

- all gasping)

- two, one.

- Ha!

- Blast off!

- (Bee shouting)

(all shouting)

Wee!

(all groaning)

Help me.

Someone. Hurry!

I'm stuck in a rock.

(creaking)

(popping)

(sighing)

(sighing)

(humming)

Zaaam.

Zam good

or Zam bad?

Zaaam!

He and that flying thing

are hoarding

all the color

for themselves!

- (Nat humming)

- (rocks clattering)

What is that guy, anyway?

- Some sort of a bat?

- I dunno.

There are creeps

and there are jerks,

but this guy,

he's a real creep-jerk!

- How do we stop him?

- He is stronger than us.

He is meaner than us!

He is badder than us.

We gotta have a plan.

Plan? Good idea.

- What's the plan?

- Don't know.

Planning is not my thing, dig?

Maybe we can distract him

long enough to destroy the dam?

And how do we do that?

Well... one of us will

have to act as bait.

And I know just who

that should be.

- Yellow.

- Exactly.

What?

Wait, me?

Blue...

are you sure?

Absolutely.

We gotta think outside

the crayon-box on this one!

He chased her around Color City.

I bet he'll follow her again.

Besides, I believe

in you, Yellow.

Maybe it's time you

believed in yourself.

I... I believe in me, too.

I can do it!

I can do it!

I can't do it!

(sobbing)

What was I thinking,

coming here on my own?

I'll never change.

I'm yellow.

Yellow, yellow to the core.

I'll just sit here.

That's it.

I'll sit here on

this rock for a while,

then go back and tell them

I couldn't find Scrawl.

I'll just say

I got lost in this snow.

Snow?

This isn't snow.

It's...

- (crunching)

- P... P... paper!

Eeek!

The Great Waste!

(burping)

- Help, help, help!

- (roaring)

- Help, help, help!

- (rumbling)

(sighing)

(gasping)

(roaring)

(gasps)

That's it,

your Royal Chop-Sockiness!

Wax on, wax off!

(grunting)

(whimpering)

Yeah, you better run,

you Trashosaurus Rex!

Yellow: You saved me.

Why?

(grunting)

We tried to tell you.

All we ever wanted

was some color.

Without it, we're just...

Unfinished drawings.

(sighing)

You helped me.

Now it's my turn

to help you.

(grunting softly)

There. Now you truly are

King Scrawl.

Ah. Thank you.

You're welcome,

but we're almost out of color.

We have to get the colorfall

flowing again.

This is my fault.

I was being greedy.

I never meant to cause you

any harm.

The dam must

come down right away.

But your Royal Clogginess,

the dam is too strong

for us to knock down

by ourselves.

My friends will help.

Oh, I'm not

so sure about that.

I think the other crayons

are afraid of me.

I'll explain.

It was all

a big misunderstanding.

You'll see.

(both grunting)

I knew this Rubber Bandolero

would come in handy.

We'll stretch it

across the canyon,

and when Scrawl gets near...

Whammo! We get him.

Signal! Signal!

Bird sounds!

That's the signal.

Here they come!

Places everyone.

It's showtime!

Yellow: Hello? Guys?

Everything's okay.

Olly olly auburn-free!

They must be

around here somewhere.

Now!

(all exclaiming)

It's a trap!

I knew it,

your Sitting Duckliness.

No, wait!

We should never have

followed her into Color City.

An ambush.

And I trusted you.

(struggling)

Get me down from here.

(gnawing)

I don't think I can,

your Upside Downliness.

I can only make paper cuts

and this thing is rubber.

Please, listen to me!

You know him?

Um...

You led him to Color City?

Well, not exactly...

And how come he can speak?

Did you draw him a mouth?

- Yes, but he...

- Whose side are you on, Yellow?

Wait, listen..

Just stay

out of our way, Yellow.

- Haven't you done enough?

- Please, please.

You don't understand.

You're right.

We don't.

Pardon my language, but you,

sir, are a Grade-A poopy pants.

(Nat gasping)

Poopy pants?

Well, that's awfully harsh,

don't you think?

Black: So what'll we do

with them now?

Blue: Gee, I dunno.

Planning's not my thing.

I think I mentioned that.

Anyone got an idea?

Let's make him into a great big

paper pinata, and whammo!

Yes! That sounds

both appropriate and timely.

Well, then... Charge!

(both shrieking)

This doesn't look good,

your Punching Bagliness.

Yellow: Stop!

(all questioning)

(gasps)

Leave him alone!

Oh, you've gotta be

kidding me.

Siding with the monster again?!

Stop calling him that!

He's not a monster!

- He's a king.

- (thudding)

- (all gasping)

- (groaning)

- Very nice landing.

- (all questioning)

And he saved my life.

- What?

- He did?

He's good and kind

and all he wants is some color.

We never gave him

a chance to explain.

We judged him

because we were afraid.

I was afraid, too.

But not anymore.

Oh. Zam.

Huh, uh, gee...

Uh, we, um...

Well, I... I suppose, in light

of this new information...

We've all acted like jerks.

Yeah. Creep-jerks.

And I am the worst

offender of all.

Will you forgive me?

- (Nat sobbing)

- Hmm?

(blowing)

I'm sorry. A happy ending

gets me every time.

It's not over yet.

We've still got important

work to do.

And very little time.

(all screaming)

Colors are runnin' faster than

a red sock in a washin' machine.

- (siren wailing)

- It is the end.

Le coup de grace!

Soon we will be saying

au revoir, mon ami.

(grimacing)

My fade-o-meter tells me

that we are now

only 15.6 percent

of our original color

and dimming with alacrity!

- (sobbing)

- There, there.

It ain't over till

the fat crayon sings.

(all gasping)

Spoke too soon.

(singing)

Scrawl: Heave!

All: h*!

- Heave!

- h*!!

Heave!

h*!

- It won't budge!

- We need more help!

There's no one else.

It's up to us.

Not quite,

your Royal Mistakenliness.

I have brought

reinforcements. Ha-ha!

- (thumping)

- What was that?

Sounds like the cavalry!

(roaring)

I've always had a way with giant

terrestrial vertebrates.

(chuckling)

(straining)

- Hey, this way.

- Huh?

- Yeah.

- Okay, big fella.

Get ready to pull.

All right, everybody.

On three.

One!

Two!

Three!

(grunting)

All: Heave!

(all exclaiming)

(all cheering)

- Ah.

- (both chuckling)

Yeah!

Hue, shade, tint,

saturation are all returning!

It seems appropriate

to interject at this juncture

a hearty hoo-ha!

(laughing)

Those rapscallions did it!

Yee-haw!

C'est manifique!

Aww, shucks, ma'am.

(chuckling)

Spontaneous osculation,

reaction of embarrassment

combined with a measure

of bashful delight.

Oh, very good.

Very good, indeed.

(all saying goodbye)

Blue: Stay cool!

If you can get us back

to Color City right away,

I think there's enough time.

Very possibly.

(crowd cheering)

(Scrawl chuckling)

Looking good,

your Royal Highness.

(chuckling)

As do you, my trusty, uh...

Uh, what are you, anyway?

Bug, bird, bat.

It doesn't matter

when you look this good!

And you have great friends.

You know, I debated

about pinstripes,

but it's not really the season.

Maybe this winter.

- I don't know. Tweed's the...

- (clearing throat)

Folks, we owe our heroes

a great big ball of thanks.

And none more so

than Yellow.

So, little miss, the highest

award we can bestow:

The Color Wheel of Honor.

Professor,

the medal, please?

- (beeping)

- (chuckling)

Oh, no, no,

that's not it.

Oh, how did that

get in there?

This? No.

Oh, my, this isn't mine.

Oh, is that a gelatin marsupial?

I wonder if it's still good.

Nope, not good!

No, it's awf... Oh, wait.

Oh, bingo!

Here it is!

I knew it was here all along,

it was just at the bottom...

(gasping)

You truly are the Hero

of Color City.

(all cheering)

- (alarm ringing)

- (clock tolling)

Sorry, folks,

this square dance is over.

- Ben is waking up in five...

- Hurry, folks!

- four...

- After you.

three...

two...

(music playing on radio)

(music stops)

Hmm?

(gasping)

Whoa!

When did I...

Cool!

Bumblebee: I am

bee-utiful!

(engine beeping)

Houston, we don't

have a problem.

Hot stuff comin' through!

Oh, I wish we had the words

to thank you.

- (mooing)

- (Nat muttering)

Ooh, hey, Ricky.

I wonder if there's a way

to share crayons with children

who might not have

- any of their own.

- Oh. What about recycling?

Really?

Recycle crayons? How?

Kids, parents and teachers

can collect used,

but still good crayons.

Then the Crayon Collection

will help find them new homes

with other boys and girls.

Sounds easy-peasy.

and click on

the "recycle" button

to start saving crayons

for kids everywhere.

And more crayons

mean more drawings.

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