The Butter Battle Book (1989) - full transcript
A tale of two hostile neighboring countries, one country is occupied by the Yooks, while the other is occupied by the Zooks. Both countries don't agree with each others ideology. Due to this issue they ended up building a wall in between the border of the two opposing cultures. The main reason they hate each other is because both cultures have a different way of buttering their bread. The Yooks eat their bread butter side up while the Zooks eat their bread butter side down. The story is told by the perspective of a Yook border patrol guard who tries to outwit a Zook name Van Itch with the latest Yooks weapon. However every time the border guard presents his weapon, Van Itch would have a weapon that is able to counter attack the Yook's weapon. This leads to an arms race with results leading to a mutual assured destruction.
On the last day of summer,
ten hours before fall...
my grandfather took me out to the Wall.
For a while we stood silent.
Then finally he said...
with a very sad shake of his very old head:
"As you know, on this side of the Wall
we are Yooks.
On the far other side of this Wall
live the Zooks.
And the things that you heard
about Zooks are all true.
That terribly horrible thing that they do.
And in every Zook house
and in every Zook town...
every Zook eats his bread...
with the butter side down!
Butter, butter, butter bright
Every morning, noon and night
Spread your bread and spread it right
Pat, pat, smear, smear
Pat, pat, smear, smear
Pat, pat
Butter side down!
But we Yooks, when we eat,
when we breakfast or supper...
we spread our bread right,
with the butter side up.
'Cause of course you remember
our bread-spreading rule...
that you learned as a lad
back in bread-spreading school.
On my honor as a Yook youth,
I do solemnly swear...
to spread up on top here,
and never down there.
"On my honor as a Yook youth...
"I do solemnly swear...
"to spread up on top here...
"and never down there".
That's the true, honest way.
And all honest folks know...
that you can't trust a Zook
who spreads bread down below.
Every Zook must be watched.
He has kinks in his soul.
That's why as a young man,
I made watching my goal.
Watching Zooks
for the Zook-Watching Border Patrol.
With a song in my heart
and a spring in my knee,
With a glint in my eye and a hup two three
I strided with pride along that Wall
and I watched those Zookers, one and all.
And if they got fresh
l just gave them a twitch
With my tough-tufted
prickly Snick-Berry Switch.
For a while that worked fine.
All the Zooks stayed away,
and our country was safe.
Then, one terrible day...
a very rude Zook by the name of VanItch...
snuck up and slingshotted
my Snick-Berry Switch.
Hooray for our side...
butter side down!
Why, those dirty upside-down butterers.
They can't do that to us.
Why, I never saw anything
so aggressively affrontable.
It's worse than that. It's acrimonious.
Those Zooks. They're impossible.
And they get impossibler and
impossibler and impossibler every day.
Ask me, they're getting too big
for their britches.
With a broken-off switch,
with my head hung in shame...
to the Chief Yookeroo
in great sorrow l came.
But our Leader iust smiled.
He said: "Dear boy,
You're not to blame.
You simply have suffered a minor defeat...
'cause your Snick-Berry Switch
is a bit obsolete.
Their slingshot's more modern.
What we need to get is a weapon...
that's even more moderner yet.
So I've ordered the Boys
in the Back Room to figure...
how to build you
some such super-booper-sling jigger.
With my Triple-Sling Jigger
I sure felt much bigger.
Okay!
I marched to the Wall
with my Triple-Sling-Jigger.
I marched to the Wall
with great vim and great vigor...
right up to VanItch
with my hand on the trigger.
"I'll have no more nonsense,"
I said with a frown,
"from Zooks who eat bread
with the butter side down!"
VanItch looked quite sickly.
He ran off quite quickly.
I'm unhappy to say
he came back the next day.
Shoot if you must
with your Triple-Sling Jigger.
But I also now have my hand on a trigger.
My defensive weapon,
the Jigger-Rock Snatchem...
will fling them right back
just as fast as we catch 'em.
We'll take no more nonsense.
We'll take no more gupp...
from you Yooks who eat bread
with the butter side up.
Stymied. Thwarted.
Mission aborted.
"I have failed, sir", I sobbed,
as I made my report...
to the Chief Yookeroo
in the headquarters fort.
"Not at all, my dear boy.
Oh, you did fine, my dear boy.
But a slingshot, dear me,
is an old-fashioned toy.
All we need is a more modern kind of gun.
My Boys in the Back Room
have already begun to think up...
a Walloping whizz-zinger of one.
They thought up a great one!
They certainly did.
They thought up a gun
called the Kick-a-Poo Kid...
which they loaded
with powerful Poo-a-Doo Powder...
and ants' eggs and bees' legs
and dried-fried clam chowder.
And they carefully trained
a real smart dog named Daniel...
to serve as our country's
first gun-toting spaniel.
Then Daniel, the Kick-a-Poo Spaniel, and I...
marched back toward the Wall
with our heads held up high.
- It's time that we bop them.
- Those monsters that dwell....
On the other side of the Wall
- They're fooky and freaky
- Kooky and sneaky!
- They're rude and crude
- They're fright fully lewd
On the other side of the Wall
- It's time that we bash them
- Dear, that's the truth
- They're ugly, unnatural
- Unkept and uncouth
- They're weird
- They're suspicious
- Obnoxious
- Atrocious
- They're rotten
- Malicious
- They're gauche and horocious
- Repugnant
- Repulsive they are
- We're refined
- They're crude
- They're nutty
They're out of their minds
- All the things they do
- They're no good!
I never have met one
But I hear that they're stinky!
On the other, other, other side
other side, that other side of the Wall
- Ready?
- Ready?
Aim.
Aim.
Shoot if you must
with your wee tiny shooter...
but the Boys in my Back Room
have rendered it neuter...
with this Eight-Nozzled
Elephant-Toted Boom-Blitz.
It shoots high-explosive
sour cherry-stone pits.
And will put your dumb Kick-a-Poo Kid
on the fritz!
Poor Daniel and I
were scared out of our witz!
Once again by the Zooks,
I was bested and beat.
Once again I limped home
from the Wall in defeat.
l was losing my gumption, losing my will...
when the Right-Side-Up Song Girls
marched over the hill.
Never give up
Never tremble or flutter
Never sad, never drab
Never stumble or stutter
Believe in yourself
and the bread that you butter
Have faith in your butter
Be stead fast and true
Remember all you've done
Depends on you
forget what has happened, my boy.
We have voted to make you a general.
You've been promoted.
Your pretty new uniform's ready. Get in it!
And next time when you go out to battle,
you'll win it.
The Boys in the Back Room
have figured out how.
Just wait till you see
what they've puttered up now.
To clobber those Zooks
in their land of bad butter...
we have builded a thing
called the Utterly Sputter.
It's a plane that's so modern
and frightfully new...
even we don't quite know
all the things it can do.
But the main thing it does
is to sprinkle Blue Goo all over the Zooks.
Happy trip. Toodle-oo.
We spread our bread the way we ought
We spread the way our mothers taught
We fought the wars that must be fought
Yook, Yook, Yook-a-loo-dah
Win we will and win we must
Our hearts are true, our course is just
Our bread is pure from crust to crust
Yook, Yook, Yook-a-loo-dah
Spreading rightly makes us free
upward Yooks and Yookaree
Spreading to eternity
Yook, Yook, Yook, Yook, Yook-a-loo-ya
Yook, Yook, Yook, Yook
Yook-a-loo, Yook-a-loo, Yook-a-loo-ya
VanItch!
How do you like my plane?
Forget it, old fellow.
You are stymied again.
Buster, that was a pretty sour flight
that you flew.
And the Chief Yookeroo,
well, he's looking for you.
To make the world's
most mighty weapon
you take a mess of mook-a-hoo
And you twaddle it and you waddle it a bit
That's what you do
Mow, this sly, unstable substance
dug from deep beneath the land
contains grand evil powers
that we scarcely understand
And when it starts to burp and bubble
you can press it in the scrubs
That precipitates the bluggins
and activates the glocks
And then you squeeze it till it's squizzen
Then you squeeze it even tighter
'Cause the tighter that it's squizzen
makes it's mighty might more mighter
And it's just a bloody miracle you've got
when you are through
You got a little Itsy-Bitsy Big Boy
Boomeroo
That lovely throbbing, globbing gumdrop
that you're holding in your hand
will blow those blasted Zooks away
to Never Never Land
You just run to the Wall
like a nice little man.
Drop this bomb on the Zooks
just as fast as you can.
I have ordered all Yooks
to stay safe underground...
while the Bitsy Big Boy Boomeroo
is around.
That's when grandfather found me.
He grabbed me. He said:
"You should be down that hole!
And you're up here instead!
But perhaps this is all
for the better, somehow.
You will see me make history!
RIGHT HERE AND RIGHT NOW!"
"You will see your old grandpa
put an end to them all.
Put an end to all those Zooks
who live over the Wall.
Put an end to the every last village
and town of those fiends...
who eat bread with the butter side down.
And I, my dear chap,
have a message for you.
Mainly, I also have...
a Big Boy Boomeroo.
And it's my firm intention,
since I have the means...
to blast every Yook
into small smithereens.
Grandpa, be careful.
Hey, easy.
Who's gonna drop it? Will you or will he?
Why...
Be patient. We'll see.
We will see...
English
ten hours before fall...
my grandfather took me out to the Wall.
For a while we stood silent.
Then finally he said...
with a very sad shake of his very old head:
"As you know, on this side of the Wall
we are Yooks.
On the far other side of this Wall
live the Zooks.
And the things that you heard
about Zooks are all true.
That terribly horrible thing that they do.
And in every Zook house
and in every Zook town...
every Zook eats his bread...
with the butter side down!
Butter, butter, butter bright
Every morning, noon and night
Spread your bread and spread it right
Pat, pat, smear, smear
Pat, pat, smear, smear
Pat, pat
Butter side down!
But we Yooks, when we eat,
when we breakfast or supper...
we spread our bread right,
with the butter side up.
'Cause of course you remember
our bread-spreading rule...
that you learned as a lad
back in bread-spreading school.
On my honor as a Yook youth,
I do solemnly swear...
to spread up on top here,
and never down there.
"On my honor as a Yook youth...
"I do solemnly swear...
"to spread up on top here...
"and never down there".
That's the true, honest way.
And all honest folks know...
that you can't trust a Zook
who spreads bread down below.
Every Zook must be watched.
He has kinks in his soul.
That's why as a young man,
I made watching my goal.
Watching Zooks
for the Zook-Watching Border Patrol.
With a song in my heart
and a spring in my knee,
With a glint in my eye and a hup two three
I strided with pride along that Wall
and I watched those Zookers, one and all.
And if they got fresh
l just gave them a twitch
With my tough-tufted
prickly Snick-Berry Switch.
For a while that worked fine.
All the Zooks stayed away,
and our country was safe.
Then, one terrible day...
a very rude Zook by the name of VanItch...
snuck up and slingshotted
my Snick-Berry Switch.
Hooray for our side...
butter side down!
Why, those dirty upside-down butterers.
They can't do that to us.
Why, I never saw anything
so aggressively affrontable.
It's worse than that. It's acrimonious.
Those Zooks. They're impossible.
And they get impossibler and
impossibler and impossibler every day.
Ask me, they're getting too big
for their britches.
With a broken-off switch,
with my head hung in shame...
to the Chief Yookeroo
in great sorrow l came.
But our Leader iust smiled.
He said: "Dear boy,
You're not to blame.
You simply have suffered a minor defeat...
'cause your Snick-Berry Switch
is a bit obsolete.
Their slingshot's more modern.
What we need to get is a weapon...
that's even more moderner yet.
So I've ordered the Boys
in the Back Room to figure...
how to build you
some such super-booper-sling jigger.
With my Triple-Sling Jigger
I sure felt much bigger.
Okay!
I marched to the Wall
with my Triple-Sling-Jigger.
I marched to the Wall
with great vim and great vigor...
right up to VanItch
with my hand on the trigger.
"I'll have no more nonsense,"
I said with a frown,
"from Zooks who eat bread
with the butter side down!"
VanItch looked quite sickly.
He ran off quite quickly.
I'm unhappy to say
he came back the next day.
Shoot if you must
with your Triple-Sling Jigger.
But I also now have my hand on a trigger.
My defensive weapon,
the Jigger-Rock Snatchem...
will fling them right back
just as fast as we catch 'em.
We'll take no more nonsense.
We'll take no more gupp...
from you Yooks who eat bread
with the butter side up.
Stymied. Thwarted.
Mission aborted.
"I have failed, sir", I sobbed,
as I made my report...
to the Chief Yookeroo
in the headquarters fort.
"Not at all, my dear boy.
Oh, you did fine, my dear boy.
But a slingshot, dear me,
is an old-fashioned toy.
All we need is a more modern kind of gun.
My Boys in the Back Room
have already begun to think up...
a Walloping whizz-zinger of one.
They thought up a great one!
They certainly did.
They thought up a gun
called the Kick-a-Poo Kid...
which they loaded
with powerful Poo-a-Doo Powder...
and ants' eggs and bees' legs
and dried-fried clam chowder.
And they carefully trained
a real smart dog named Daniel...
to serve as our country's
first gun-toting spaniel.
Then Daniel, the Kick-a-Poo Spaniel, and I...
marched back toward the Wall
with our heads held up high.
- It's time that we bop them.
- Those monsters that dwell....
On the other side of the Wall
- They're fooky and freaky
- Kooky and sneaky!
- They're rude and crude
- They're fright fully lewd
On the other side of the Wall
- It's time that we bash them
- Dear, that's the truth
- They're ugly, unnatural
- Unkept and uncouth
- They're weird
- They're suspicious
- Obnoxious
- Atrocious
- They're rotten
- Malicious
- They're gauche and horocious
- Repugnant
- Repulsive they are
- We're refined
- They're crude
- They're nutty
They're out of their minds
- All the things they do
- They're no good!
I never have met one
But I hear that they're stinky!
On the other, other, other side
other side, that other side of the Wall
- Ready?
- Ready?
Aim.
Aim.
Shoot if you must
with your wee tiny shooter...
but the Boys in my Back Room
have rendered it neuter...
with this Eight-Nozzled
Elephant-Toted Boom-Blitz.
It shoots high-explosive
sour cherry-stone pits.
And will put your dumb Kick-a-Poo Kid
on the fritz!
Poor Daniel and I
were scared out of our witz!
Once again by the Zooks,
I was bested and beat.
Once again I limped home
from the Wall in defeat.
l was losing my gumption, losing my will...
when the Right-Side-Up Song Girls
marched over the hill.
Never give up
Never tremble or flutter
Never sad, never drab
Never stumble or stutter
Believe in yourself
and the bread that you butter
Have faith in your butter
Be stead fast and true
Remember all you've done
Depends on you
forget what has happened, my boy.
We have voted to make you a general.
You've been promoted.
Your pretty new uniform's ready. Get in it!
And next time when you go out to battle,
you'll win it.
The Boys in the Back Room
have figured out how.
Just wait till you see
what they've puttered up now.
To clobber those Zooks
in their land of bad butter...
we have builded a thing
called the Utterly Sputter.
It's a plane that's so modern
and frightfully new...
even we don't quite know
all the things it can do.
But the main thing it does
is to sprinkle Blue Goo all over the Zooks.
Happy trip. Toodle-oo.
We spread our bread the way we ought
We spread the way our mothers taught
We fought the wars that must be fought
Yook, Yook, Yook-a-loo-dah
Win we will and win we must
Our hearts are true, our course is just
Our bread is pure from crust to crust
Yook, Yook, Yook-a-loo-dah
Spreading rightly makes us free
upward Yooks and Yookaree
Spreading to eternity
Yook, Yook, Yook, Yook, Yook-a-loo-ya
Yook, Yook, Yook, Yook
Yook-a-loo, Yook-a-loo, Yook-a-loo-ya
VanItch!
How do you like my plane?
Forget it, old fellow.
You are stymied again.
Buster, that was a pretty sour flight
that you flew.
And the Chief Yookeroo,
well, he's looking for you.
To make the world's
most mighty weapon
you take a mess of mook-a-hoo
And you twaddle it and you waddle it a bit
That's what you do
Mow, this sly, unstable substance
dug from deep beneath the land
contains grand evil powers
that we scarcely understand
And when it starts to burp and bubble
you can press it in the scrubs
That precipitates the bluggins
and activates the glocks
And then you squeeze it till it's squizzen
Then you squeeze it even tighter
'Cause the tighter that it's squizzen
makes it's mighty might more mighter
And it's just a bloody miracle you've got
when you are through
You got a little Itsy-Bitsy Big Boy
Boomeroo
That lovely throbbing, globbing gumdrop
that you're holding in your hand
will blow those blasted Zooks away
to Never Never Land
You just run to the Wall
like a nice little man.
Drop this bomb on the Zooks
just as fast as you can.
I have ordered all Yooks
to stay safe underground...
while the Bitsy Big Boy Boomeroo
is around.
That's when grandfather found me.
He grabbed me. He said:
"You should be down that hole!
And you're up here instead!
But perhaps this is all
for the better, somehow.
You will see me make history!
RIGHT HERE AND RIGHT NOW!"
"You will see your old grandpa
put an end to them all.
Put an end to all those Zooks
who live over the Wall.
Put an end to the every last village
and town of those fiends...
who eat bread with the butter side down.
And I, my dear chap,
have a message for you.
Mainly, I also have...
a Big Boy Boomeroo.
And it's my firm intention,
since I have the means...
to blast every Yook
into small smithereens.
Grandpa, be careful.
Hey, easy.
Who's gonna drop it? Will you or will he?
Why...
Be patient. We'll see.
We will see...
English