TaleSpin (1990–1991): Season 1, Episode 46 - Flight School Confidential - full transcript
- [thunderclap]
- [man chuckling]
Spin it!
[men vocalizing]
Let's begin it.
- ♪ Ohh-ee-yeh
- ♪ TaleSpin
- ♪ Ohh-ee-yo
- ♪ TaleSpin
♪ Friends for life
through thick and thin
♪ With another tale to spin
- ♪ Ohh-ee-yeh
- ♪ TaleSpin
- ♪ Ohh-ee-yo
- ♪ TaleSpin
♪ All the trouble we get in
with another tale to spin
Spin it!
[vocalizing]
Spin it, my friend.
- ♪ Ohh-ee-yeh
- ♪ Ohh-ee-yeh
- ♪ Ohh-ee-yo
- ♪ Ohh-ee-yo
- ♪ Ohh-ee-yeh, ohh-ee-yo
- ♪ Ohh-ee-yeh, ohh-ee-yo
[rapid vocalizing]
♪ Spin it, let's begin it
Bear 'n grin it when you're in it
♪ You can win it in a minute
When you spin it, spin it, spin it
♪ So spin it!
♪ TaleSpin! ♪
[Baloo chuckling]
Ready for the old Baloo corkscrew?
[Kit] Let her rip, Papa Bear!
- [Baloo] Yee-ha!
- [Kit] All right!
Can I try now?
And wind us up nose down in the dirt?
You're too young to fly, Kit.
But I can fly. Just ask me anything
in the standard flight manual.
Go ahead, ask me!
Yeah, and I bet you'd know.
But knowing it and doing it
are two different things.
But I've taxied and I've been in
at least 200 planes.
You could let me
sit in your lap and steer.
[Baloo] And you're only 12 years old.
There's no getting around that.
[Kit] Ah, jeepers.
[birds calling]
Come on, I'll have Louie fix you
one of those mango shakes.
- No. I'll wait here.
- Suit yourself.
Too young to do this,
too young to do that.
Kit Cloudkicker, ace pilot,
reporting for duty!
Start the engines.
[engine revving]
[Baloo laughs] So these pirates
stay right on my tail,
and I know there's only
one way to lose them.
You pull back on the stick,
climb straight towards the sun
and do the old Baloo corkscrew.
- Were you with me?
- [chuckles] Feels like I was, cuz.
Heard that story 47 times now.
[all laugh]
Go ahead, laugh.
I know I'm a great pilot.
Then how come you can't
tie your plane down right?
What?!
[Kit imitates engine revving]
Kit Cloudkicker, ace pilot,
performs another death-defying dive.
He gives it more throttle.
- Aah!
- [crashing]
Kit! Are you all right?
Why, blow my horn.
The kid's fine.
Gee, Baloo, I'm sorry.
Now what were you doing?
Only about five miles an hour.
Well, you could have got hurt.
Now this is why 12-year-olds
aren't allowed to fly.
They are in my country. The flying age
has just been lowered to 12.
Wow! Do they fly real planes
and everything?
The most advanced planes in the world.
If you want to fly, you should enlist.
Hear that, Baloo?
Twelve-year-olds can be pilots!
[laughs]
Only Thembrians would be
crazy enough to let a kid like you fly.
I heard that, man.
[laughs]
Yeah? I'll show you.
I'm going where they let
a kid like me get his wings.
[wind whistling]
[man] Welcome to the Thembrian
Junior Air Corps Recruitment Center.
Please form a single-file line
or you will be shot.
Hello, I'm Bobbo.
I'm Kit. I hope the requirements
to join aren't too tough.
Sir, this recruit has perfect eyesight,
passed his written pilot exams,
and his father was a pilot hero.
Never mind that junk.
Let's see if he measures up.
Hmm...
[grumbling]
Metric...
[grunts]
[clears throat]
Five, one. Too tall. Send him
to turnip-peeling school. Next!
Looks rough. Good luck.
Sir, this recruit thinks a cockpit
is a hole full of chickens.
Who cares?
Three foot two. Perfect.
He goes to pilot school. Next!
Sir, this recruit isn't even Thembrian.
Big deal. Three-nine.
Very nice, he's in.
You are the best, the brightest
and the shortest.
And so is the man you owe your
life, liberty and future paychecks to.
Our glorious leader, Colonel Spigot.
[scattered clapping]
[chuckling]
Thank you. Perhaps you've heard of me.
The Scourge of Sultan's Creek.
You will all fly in the Great Patriotic
Flounder Day air show this Saturday.
And like it.
You will be flying in the
world's most advanced fighter plane,
the Thunderyak.
Sir, the plane looked bigger
in the catalog.
Shh!
Excuse me while I consult
with the sergeant.
The stupid factory gave us
the wrong size Thunderyaks.
Why do you think we spent all week
recruiting 12-year-olds?
So the High Marshall won't shoot you?
Well, that's one reason.
The other is the High Marshall
won't notice the planes are little
if little pilots stand next to them.
Oh, well, I'm glad we're fortunate
to have so many little pilots
in Thembria.
What pilots? You think I'm crazy enough
to let 12-year-olds fly?
But don't worry. I have a plan.
[Spigot] And if I'm standing sideways?
[all halfheartedly]
We salute this way.
And when I'm like this?
We salute this way.
Good. You all passed
Introduction to Saluting.
Finally. Flying's gotta be next.
Next, Sergeant Dunder will instruct you
on saluting
the Great Patriotic Flounder.
[Dunder]
This is the Great Patriotic Flounder
who jumped from a stream
into an enemy cannon,
clogging it and saving all of Thembria.
We salute the Great
Patriotic Flounder like this.
Sir, we've learned bootlace tying,
metal polishing,
1,001 ways of saluting you,
but now we're saluting seafood.
Can we fly tomorrow?
Tomorrow...
...we will have
advanced saluting.
Well, I think that stinks.
I want to fly!
So, you want to fly?
[giggles]
Well, we have special classes
for kids like you.
Something's wrong.
I don't get it.
- Ouch!
- Are you OK, Kit?
I'm just great, Bobbo.
I'm in a flight school
that doesn't teach flying.
This kind of thinking
is normal in Thembria.
Yeah, but I left home so I could fly.
Flying means a lot to you?
It means everything.
I sleep it. I dream it.
I think about it
once every ten seconds at least.
I know what you mean.
I feel that way about shaving ice.
Something's fishy around here,
and I'm gonna find out what it is.
Be careful, Kit.
You could get in trouble!
[wheel squeaks]
Whew, that was close,
but I'm not getting cold feet.
[Spigot] Flounder, flounder.
I have the perfect flounder.
General Spigot, I like that.
Do you understand the plans, Dunder?
This year the High Marshall's finally
gonna see a perfect Flounder Formation.
And you know why, don't you?
'Cause I'm bolting the planes together?
Exactly!
It's going to be long, hard,
tedious, taxing work.
But I just want you
to remember one thing.
- What, sir?
- You're not getting paid for it.
Right.
But, sir, how will these kids
fly the planes?
Ah, but the kids won't fly them.
They'll sit in them while Tiny Bubbles,
Thembria's smallest adult pilot,
flies the lead plane.
We're not gonna fly?
We're not gonna fly?!
An intruder? Guards!
Guards, guards!
There's an intruder!
Up there!
Don't let him escape!
Ready? Aim.
Fire liberally.
Uh-oh!
- Whoa!
- [all] Whoa!
We must have this hangar
termite inspected.
[wind whistling]
I have terrible news to report.
We're all victims of a huge scam.
They're gonna ration
the roast turnip dinners?
Much worse, Bobbo.
We're not gonna fly.
Spigot's bolting all the planes together
in a fish formation
and we're just gonna
sit in them like dummies!
But we can stop them if we unite.
We'll march on headquarters,
we'll demand to fly!
Who's with me?
[all murmuring]
Maybe this isn't such a good idea, Kit.
No one cares about the flying.
This isn't just about flying.
It's about our rights as men!
But we're not men, Kit.
We're boys.
Flying is too dangerous for us.
Tell the guys to look up
at the sky at midnight.
I'll show you how dangerous flying is.
[riveter rattling]
Almost there.
Just 47 to go.
[alarm sounding]
- The alarm!
- The intruder must be back!
Good thing we're ready for him.
Now I'm cooking with gas.
It's Kit.
Kit, wait!
You're just a boy!
Yeah, a boy with flying on his mind.
Uh-oh!
Hope you and the guys
are watching, Bobbo!
[gunfire]
Time for takeoff!
Oh...
[rifles cocking]
Sorry, guys.
There's no stopping me now!
Yahoo! I'm flying!
Whew!
I hope nobody saw me.
This is why 12-year-olds
aren't allowed to fly!
You know,
you can't win against him.
He's in charge.
I don't care.
I've got flying in my blood.
And no one's gonna stop me.
But look what you just did.
You mean the crash?
What do you expect?
There was a building in my way.
Get back to work!
I'm done, sir. Can I go to bed?
Tsk tsk.
You missed a spot.
No, no, no, no!
If we missed one spot,
we probably missed others.
Start all over again...
from the beginning!
The beginning?!
You look awful, Kit.
But you smell clean.
Thanks, Bobbo,
you're a real comfort.
Kit, I'm gonna arrange for your escape.
No, thanks anyway, Bobbo.
That would be giving up,
and I'm no quitter.
But they're torturing you.
You must leave.
Oh, I will,
but I'm not sneaking out.
I'm flying out.
But first I'm gonna show everybody
what a great pilot I am.
[Baloo] Oh, I miss that kid, Louie.
Don't worry, big fella.
Kit's just gotta
blow off a little steam.
A little steam?
He's been gone a week!
All right, a lot of steam,
but he'll be back.
I'm just worried about him
getting in a plane.
Hey, Louie, gotta postcard,
care of you for a "Mr. Baloo."
That's me.
"Flying in the big airshow Saturday.
Gonna do a Baloo corkscrew.
Wish you were here, Kit."
He's gonna do what?!
Louis, I gotta get that kid before
he winds up with his nose in the dirt!
[wind whistling]
Everybody, say hi
to the great ace pilot,
Major Tiny Bubbles.
[all halfheartedly] Hi.
In your planes and remember,
start your engines,
but leave the flying to the... grownup.
[High Marshal] Didn't those planes
look bigger in the catalog, Nozzle?
No, sir.
They fit our adult pilots
perfectly, sir.
So they do, Nozzle.
I'd just better see
a perfectly formed Flounder.
No "planes crashing into each other"
business like last year.
Are you really gonna
go through with this?
You bet your aileron.
I'm gonna do a Baloo corkscrew
and then coast all the way home.
Good luck, bunkmate Kit.
Goodbye, bunkmate Bobbo.
Kit!
[rifles cock]
The Great Patriotic Flounder
is restricted from all visitors.
Looks like I'm going fishing.
There it is, sir.
A perfectly formed Flounder.
I'm on my way, Little Britches.
[grunting]
Come on... come on!
That ought to do it.
It's showtime.
Aaaahh!
What is that?
Well... ooh!
[groans]
A monkey wrench?
No, that!
The flounder has lost its fin.
[grunts]
This isn't supposed to happen!
[all shout]
Get that fish fin!
Get that fish fin!
Oh, man, this is harder than it looks.
Keep her straight.
Just keep her straight.
Oh, no. I wish Baloo were here.
Hang on, Papa Bear's coming.
You have desecrated the head
of our Great Patriotic Flounder.
Land and surrender.
Sorry, you gotta catch
this flying fish first.
After our flounder head!
[tires screeching]
Hmm,
it's not a perfectly formed Flounder?
It is planes crashing into each other!
Woo-hoo!
Whaa!
Pick up the mic, Little Britches.
Now just do what I tell you, Kit.
It's gonna be all right.
Now ease that wheel back.
I can't do it, Baloo!
Ease that wheel back!
Pull back hard, Kit. Hard!
You did it!
No, I didn't. You did.
Aw, don't say that, Little Britches.
You're gonna be a great pilot.
Yeah? You really think so?
[Baloo] I know so.
But do me a favor and land
so's I can fly you home.
[Kit] Roger, Papa Bear.
Kit, I'll always remember you
as the kid who flew a plane.
Sort of.
Kids?
Y-you're not going to shoot me?
I wouldn't waste the bullet.
[sighs]
I have a much crueler punishment
in store for you.
[Spigot sobbing]
I hope I don't cut myself.
♪ TaleSpin
♪ TaleSpin
[men vocalizing]
♪ Another tale to spin
♪ TaleSpin
♪ TaleSpin
[vocalizing]
♪ Another tale to spin
[men vocalizing]
[man chuckling]
♪ TaleSpin ♪
- [man chuckling]
Spin it!
[men vocalizing]
Let's begin it.
- ♪ Ohh-ee-yeh
- ♪ TaleSpin
- ♪ Ohh-ee-yo
- ♪ TaleSpin
♪ Friends for life
through thick and thin
♪ With another tale to spin
- ♪ Ohh-ee-yeh
- ♪ TaleSpin
- ♪ Ohh-ee-yo
- ♪ TaleSpin
♪ All the trouble we get in
with another tale to spin
Spin it!
[vocalizing]
Spin it, my friend.
- ♪ Ohh-ee-yeh
- ♪ Ohh-ee-yeh
- ♪ Ohh-ee-yo
- ♪ Ohh-ee-yo
- ♪ Ohh-ee-yeh, ohh-ee-yo
- ♪ Ohh-ee-yeh, ohh-ee-yo
[rapid vocalizing]
♪ Spin it, let's begin it
Bear 'n grin it when you're in it
♪ You can win it in a minute
When you spin it, spin it, spin it
♪ So spin it!
♪ TaleSpin! ♪
[Baloo chuckling]
Ready for the old Baloo corkscrew?
[Kit] Let her rip, Papa Bear!
- [Baloo] Yee-ha!
- [Kit] All right!
Can I try now?
And wind us up nose down in the dirt?
You're too young to fly, Kit.
But I can fly. Just ask me anything
in the standard flight manual.
Go ahead, ask me!
Yeah, and I bet you'd know.
But knowing it and doing it
are two different things.
But I've taxied and I've been in
at least 200 planes.
You could let me
sit in your lap and steer.
[Baloo] And you're only 12 years old.
There's no getting around that.
[Kit] Ah, jeepers.
[birds calling]
Come on, I'll have Louie fix you
one of those mango shakes.
- No. I'll wait here.
- Suit yourself.
Too young to do this,
too young to do that.
Kit Cloudkicker, ace pilot,
reporting for duty!
Start the engines.
[engine revving]
[Baloo laughs] So these pirates
stay right on my tail,
and I know there's only
one way to lose them.
You pull back on the stick,
climb straight towards the sun
and do the old Baloo corkscrew.
- Were you with me?
- [chuckles] Feels like I was, cuz.
Heard that story 47 times now.
[all laugh]
Go ahead, laugh.
I know I'm a great pilot.
Then how come you can't
tie your plane down right?
What?!
[Kit imitates engine revving]
Kit Cloudkicker, ace pilot,
performs another death-defying dive.
He gives it more throttle.
- Aah!
- [crashing]
Kit! Are you all right?
Why, blow my horn.
The kid's fine.
Gee, Baloo, I'm sorry.
Now what were you doing?
Only about five miles an hour.
Well, you could have got hurt.
Now this is why 12-year-olds
aren't allowed to fly.
They are in my country. The flying age
has just been lowered to 12.
Wow! Do they fly real planes
and everything?
The most advanced planes in the world.
If you want to fly, you should enlist.
Hear that, Baloo?
Twelve-year-olds can be pilots!
[laughs]
Only Thembrians would be
crazy enough to let a kid like you fly.
I heard that, man.
[laughs]
Yeah? I'll show you.
I'm going where they let
a kid like me get his wings.
[wind whistling]
[man] Welcome to the Thembrian
Junior Air Corps Recruitment Center.
Please form a single-file line
or you will be shot.
Hello, I'm Bobbo.
I'm Kit. I hope the requirements
to join aren't too tough.
Sir, this recruit has perfect eyesight,
passed his written pilot exams,
and his father was a pilot hero.
Never mind that junk.
Let's see if he measures up.
Hmm...
[grumbling]
Metric...
[grunts]
[clears throat]
Five, one. Too tall. Send him
to turnip-peeling school. Next!
Looks rough. Good luck.
Sir, this recruit thinks a cockpit
is a hole full of chickens.
Who cares?
Three foot two. Perfect.
He goes to pilot school. Next!
Sir, this recruit isn't even Thembrian.
Big deal. Three-nine.
Very nice, he's in.
You are the best, the brightest
and the shortest.
And so is the man you owe your
life, liberty and future paychecks to.
Our glorious leader, Colonel Spigot.
[scattered clapping]
[chuckling]
Thank you. Perhaps you've heard of me.
The Scourge of Sultan's Creek.
You will all fly in the Great Patriotic
Flounder Day air show this Saturday.
And like it.
You will be flying in the
world's most advanced fighter plane,
the Thunderyak.
Sir, the plane looked bigger
in the catalog.
Shh!
Excuse me while I consult
with the sergeant.
The stupid factory gave us
the wrong size Thunderyaks.
Why do you think we spent all week
recruiting 12-year-olds?
So the High Marshall won't shoot you?
Well, that's one reason.
The other is the High Marshall
won't notice the planes are little
if little pilots stand next to them.
Oh, well, I'm glad we're fortunate
to have so many little pilots
in Thembria.
What pilots? You think I'm crazy enough
to let 12-year-olds fly?
But don't worry. I have a plan.
[Spigot] And if I'm standing sideways?
[all halfheartedly]
We salute this way.
And when I'm like this?
We salute this way.
Good. You all passed
Introduction to Saluting.
Finally. Flying's gotta be next.
Next, Sergeant Dunder will instruct you
on saluting
the Great Patriotic Flounder.
[Dunder]
This is the Great Patriotic Flounder
who jumped from a stream
into an enemy cannon,
clogging it and saving all of Thembria.
We salute the Great
Patriotic Flounder like this.
Sir, we've learned bootlace tying,
metal polishing,
1,001 ways of saluting you,
but now we're saluting seafood.
Can we fly tomorrow?
Tomorrow...
...we will have
advanced saluting.
Well, I think that stinks.
I want to fly!
So, you want to fly?
[giggles]
Well, we have special classes
for kids like you.
Something's wrong.
I don't get it.
- Ouch!
- Are you OK, Kit?
I'm just great, Bobbo.
I'm in a flight school
that doesn't teach flying.
This kind of thinking
is normal in Thembria.
Yeah, but I left home so I could fly.
Flying means a lot to you?
It means everything.
I sleep it. I dream it.
I think about it
once every ten seconds at least.
I know what you mean.
I feel that way about shaving ice.
Something's fishy around here,
and I'm gonna find out what it is.
Be careful, Kit.
You could get in trouble!
[wheel squeaks]
Whew, that was close,
but I'm not getting cold feet.
[Spigot] Flounder, flounder.
I have the perfect flounder.
General Spigot, I like that.
Do you understand the plans, Dunder?
This year the High Marshall's finally
gonna see a perfect Flounder Formation.
And you know why, don't you?
'Cause I'm bolting the planes together?
Exactly!
It's going to be long, hard,
tedious, taxing work.
But I just want you
to remember one thing.
- What, sir?
- You're not getting paid for it.
Right.
But, sir, how will these kids
fly the planes?
Ah, but the kids won't fly them.
They'll sit in them while Tiny Bubbles,
Thembria's smallest adult pilot,
flies the lead plane.
We're not gonna fly?
We're not gonna fly?!
An intruder? Guards!
Guards, guards!
There's an intruder!
Up there!
Don't let him escape!
Ready? Aim.
Fire liberally.
Uh-oh!
- Whoa!
- [all] Whoa!
We must have this hangar
termite inspected.
[wind whistling]
I have terrible news to report.
We're all victims of a huge scam.
They're gonna ration
the roast turnip dinners?
Much worse, Bobbo.
We're not gonna fly.
Spigot's bolting all the planes together
in a fish formation
and we're just gonna
sit in them like dummies!
But we can stop them if we unite.
We'll march on headquarters,
we'll demand to fly!
Who's with me?
[all murmuring]
Maybe this isn't such a good idea, Kit.
No one cares about the flying.
This isn't just about flying.
It's about our rights as men!
But we're not men, Kit.
We're boys.
Flying is too dangerous for us.
Tell the guys to look up
at the sky at midnight.
I'll show you how dangerous flying is.
[riveter rattling]
Almost there.
Just 47 to go.
[alarm sounding]
- The alarm!
- The intruder must be back!
Good thing we're ready for him.
Now I'm cooking with gas.
It's Kit.
Kit, wait!
You're just a boy!
Yeah, a boy with flying on his mind.
Uh-oh!
Hope you and the guys
are watching, Bobbo!
[gunfire]
Time for takeoff!
Oh...
[rifles cocking]
Sorry, guys.
There's no stopping me now!
Yahoo! I'm flying!
Whew!
I hope nobody saw me.
This is why 12-year-olds
aren't allowed to fly!
You know,
you can't win against him.
He's in charge.
I don't care.
I've got flying in my blood.
And no one's gonna stop me.
But look what you just did.
You mean the crash?
What do you expect?
There was a building in my way.
Get back to work!
I'm done, sir. Can I go to bed?
Tsk tsk.
You missed a spot.
No, no, no, no!
If we missed one spot,
we probably missed others.
Start all over again...
from the beginning!
The beginning?!
You look awful, Kit.
But you smell clean.
Thanks, Bobbo,
you're a real comfort.
Kit, I'm gonna arrange for your escape.
No, thanks anyway, Bobbo.
That would be giving up,
and I'm no quitter.
But they're torturing you.
You must leave.
Oh, I will,
but I'm not sneaking out.
I'm flying out.
But first I'm gonna show everybody
what a great pilot I am.
[Baloo] Oh, I miss that kid, Louie.
Don't worry, big fella.
Kit's just gotta
blow off a little steam.
A little steam?
He's been gone a week!
All right, a lot of steam,
but he'll be back.
I'm just worried about him
getting in a plane.
Hey, Louie, gotta postcard,
care of you for a "Mr. Baloo."
That's me.
"Flying in the big airshow Saturday.
Gonna do a Baloo corkscrew.
Wish you were here, Kit."
He's gonna do what?!
Louis, I gotta get that kid before
he winds up with his nose in the dirt!
[wind whistling]
Everybody, say hi
to the great ace pilot,
Major Tiny Bubbles.
[all halfheartedly] Hi.
In your planes and remember,
start your engines,
but leave the flying to the... grownup.
[High Marshal] Didn't those planes
look bigger in the catalog, Nozzle?
No, sir.
They fit our adult pilots
perfectly, sir.
So they do, Nozzle.
I'd just better see
a perfectly formed Flounder.
No "planes crashing into each other"
business like last year.
Are you really gonna
go through with this?
You bet your aileron.
I'm gonna do a Baloo corkscrew
and then coast all the way home.
Good luck, bunkmate Kit.
Goodbye, bunkmate Bobbo.
Kit!
[rifles cock]
The Great Patriotic Flounder
is restricted from all visitors.
Looks like I'm going fishing.
There it is, sir.
A perfectly formed Flounder.
I'm on my way, Little Britches.
[grunting]
Come on... come on!
That ought to do it.
It's showtime.
Aaaahh!
What is that?
Well... ooh!
[groans]
A monkey wrench?
No, that!
The flounder has lost its fin.
[grunts]
This isn't supposed to happen!
[all shout]
Get that fish fin!
Get that fish fin!
Oh, man, this is harder than it looks.
Keep her straight.
Just keep her straight.
Oh, no. I wish Baloo were here.
Hang on, Papa Bear's coming.
You have desecrated the head
of our Great Patriotic Flounder.
Land and surrender.
Sorry, you gotta catch
this flying fish first.
After our flounder head!
[tires screeching]
Hmm,
it's not a perfectly formed Flounder?
It is planes crashing into each other!
Woo-hoo!
Whaa!
Pick up the mic, Little Britches.
Now just do what I tell you, Kit.
It's gonna be all right.
Now ease that wheel back.
I can't do it, Baloo!
Ease that wheel back!
Pull back hard, Kit. Hard!
You did it!
No, I didn't. You did.
Aw, don't say that, Little Britches.
You're gonna be a great pilot.
Yeah? You really think so?
[Baloo] I know so.
But do me a favor and land
so's I can fly you home.
[Kit] Roger, Papa Bear.
Kit, I'll always remember you
as the kid who flew a plane.
Sort of.
Kids?
Y-you're not going to shoot me?
I wouldn't waste the bullet.
[sighs]
I have a much crueler punishment
in store for you.
[Spigot sobbing]
I hope I don't cut myself.
♪ TaleSpin
♪ TaleSpin
[men vocalizing]
♪ Another tale to spin
♪ TaleSpin
♪ TaleSpin
[vocalizing]
♪ Another tale to spin
[men vocalizing]
[man chuckling]
♪ TaleSpin ♪