The President's New Phrase/Transcript

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https://kimcartoon.to/Cartoon/The-Emperor-s-New-Groove/Movie?id=2160 Somewhere in the USA... (the film begins) (Thunderclaps, Treecko jumps) (and hides) (Rain pours down) (as Treecko frowns) (He whimpers) (sadly) Voice: Wow. Would you look at that? Pretty unhappy. Huh? Well, If you don't believe this, But that Pokemon you're looking at was once a animal living. But not just any animal living, That guy's a president. A governor of this america. Oh yeah. (seems puzzled) Voice: This is my story. Yep. I'm that Pokemon, My name is Charlie. Charlie McBarky. I'm a great president even, But they ruined my life for no reason. Oh, is that hard to believe? Look, I tell you what. You go back always-- you know, before I was a pokemon and this will all make sense. (nods) (ZOOM) Charlie's voice: Okay. That's a little too far back. (chuckles) Charlie's voice: Oh, Look at me. (echoes) Charlie's voice: That is me as a baby. (baby Charlie is seen) (POOF) (like magic) Charlie's voice: Okay, Let's move ahead. (we carry on) Stephen Squirrelsky presents (the film starts) A What An Animal Movie (the film carries on) The President's New Phrase (the story plays) Charlie: Okay. (the story begins) (Song starts) (and plays) Voice: There are despots and dictators Political manipulators There are blue bloods with the intellects of fleas There are kings and petty tyrants Who are so lacking in refinements They'd be better suited swinging from the trees

He was born and raised to rule No one has ever been this cool In a thousand years of aristocracy An enigma and a mystery In Mesoamerican history The quintessence of perfection that is he (hums) Charlie's voice: Okay, This is the real me, Not this. This, Not this. Winner, Loser. Okay, See this USA Hall? Everybody in it is at my commands. Watch this. (the film goes on) Charlie: Servant. Cooks. Theme Song Guy. (talks more) Theme Song Guy: Oh yeah! He's the sovereign lord of the nation He's the hippest cat in creation He's the alpha, the omega, A to Z And this perfect world will spin Around his every little whim 'Cos this perfect world begins and ends with... Charlie: Me. (echoes) Theme Song Guy: What's his name? Chorus: Charlie, Charlie (That's his name) Charlie (He's the king of the world) Charlie, Charlie (Is he hip or what?) Charlie (Yeah) (scats) (Charlie grooves) (and scats) (Until BUMP) (birds tweet) Charlie: (gasps) Doh! You threw off my phrase! Guard: I'm sorry, though you threw off the president's new phrase. (GRAB and TOSS) (POOF) Newt: Sorry! (Gut Wrench scream) Charlie: You were saying? Theme song guy: ♪ What's his name? Charlie! ♪ Chorus: Charlie, Charlie, Charlie Charlie (That's his name) Charlie, Charlie (Is he hip or what?) Charlie (Don't you know he's the king of the world?) Charlie-(Oh yeah)-oooo (Owww!) (tap dance) (Song ends) Charlie: Whew! Here's Charlie! (jumps with joy) Servant: Oh, President. It is time for you to choose your bride. Charlie: Okay, Let me see them. (the girls are seen) Charlie: You're too thin. Ouch, Ouch, Ouch, Ouch. Hmm... I see you got a special attitude. Is this all you can do? (checks all the girls) Servant's line. Guard: Oh, yes. Oh, no. I mean, perhaps-- Charlie's voice: What is he babbling about? He's like the thing that wouldn't shut up. (story continues) Narrator: Meanwhile. (Meanwhile) Charlie's voice: Anyway, still wondering about that llama in the opening? Well, let me show you the people responsible for ruining my life. First, there's Frankie Caribou. (Frankie Caribou is seen) Franklin: Uh, excuse me. I'm here to see President Charlie. You see, I got this summons-- Guard: Inside, up the stairs, and to the left. Just follow the signs. Franklin: Oh, great. Thanks a lot. Charlie's voice: Uh, and don't be fooled by the folksy peasant look. Frankie: Oh! Newt: Excuse me. That's mine. Frankie: What's wrong? Newt: Thanks. Frankie: My pleasure. Anything bothering you? Newt: Oh, you're so very kind. Frankie: No worries, mate. Newt: I threw off the president's phrase. Frankie: Hmm? Newt: His phrase! The rhythm in which he lives his life, his pattern of behavior. I threw it off, and the president had me thrown out the window. Frankie: Oh, so that's why. I'm supposed to see him today. Newt: Don't throw off his phrase! Frankie: Oh, OK. Newt: Beware of it. Frankie: Hey, are you gonna be all right? Newt: Phrase. Frankie: Right. Charlie's voice: You see what I mean? This guy's trouble, but as bad as he is, he is nothing compared to what's coming up next. (narrates more) Olga: And why have you come here today? Peasant: Well, listen. Charlie's voice: OK, gang. Check out this piece of work. This is Olga Prowl, the president's apprentice. Living proof that dinosaurs once roamed the Earth. And let's not forget Olga's right-hand man. Every decade or so she gets a new one. This year's model is called Donald Milks. (Fly Buzzes) (around Donald) (who is confused) Olga: Eww. (scoffs) Donald: I got it, Olga. Olga: And about time too. (SMACK) Donald: Oof! (birds tweet) Charlie's voice: Yep, that's Donald. Now lately, Olga's gotten into this bad habit of trying to run the country behind my back, and I'm thinkin' that's got to stop. Olga: It is no concern of mine whether your family has... What was it again? Peasant: Uh... Food? Olga: Ha! You really should have thought of that before you became peasants. We're through here. Take him away. Next! Peasant: But I... (GRAB) Oh, Okay. Olga: Ugh. Charlie: Nervous at some of those peasants. Huh? Olga: Tell me about it. Hmph! (Looks back and jumps) Olga: Whoa! Charlie: Hi. Olga: Oh, hi, President. Charlie: Are you doing it again? Olga: Doing? Doing... Doing what? Charlie: Doing my job. I'm the president, and you're my apprentice. Remember that? Olga: But, Sir, I was only dealing with meaningless peasant matters. Charlie's voice: Whoa. Look at these whiskers. What is holding this woman together? What the-- How long has that been there? Donald: Good thinking, Olga. What do you think, Charlie? Charlie: Hey! Back off! Back off of me. Servant: Excuse me, Sir. The village leader is here to see you. Charlie: Okay, Send him in and by the way, You're fired. Olga: Fired? W-W-What do you mean, fired? Charlie: Um, how else can I say it? You're being let go, your department's being downsized, you're part of an outppacement, we're going in a different direction, we're not picking up your option... Take your pick. I got more. Olga: But I-- You--uh-- Uhh. But-- But, Sir, I have been nothing if not loyal to the empire for--for--for many, many years. Charlie: Hey, hey everybody hits their stride. You just hit yours many years ago. So...who's in my chair? Donald: Oh, oh! I know! Olga. Olga's in your chair, right? Charlie: Very good, Don. Here, Fetch the treat. Fetch. Donald: Got it! Unh! Oof! (Donald Wilhelm Scream) (birds tweet) Charlie: Okay, Olga, You can go now. Shoo shoo shoo. Olga: With pleasure. (Walks away grunting) (and groaning) Charlie: (sats down) Okay. Show me. Frankie: Ahem. Uh, afternoon, Sir. I'm here because I received a summons-- Charlie: Oh, There you are. My main village man. Frankie: Uh, yes, I'm Frankie. With the summons-- Charlie: That's right. You're the deer that I wanted to see. Frankie: Really? Charlie: Word on the street is you can fix my problem. You can fix my problem, can't you? Frankie: Sure. I'll do what I can. Charlie: Good, good. That's just what I wanted to hear. Are you aware of just how important your village is to the empire? Frankie: Well, I know we grow the crops that you use here at the palace. We also herd the Pokemon that you-- My village? Charlie: Yes. And I see you got a nice house right there. Huh? Frankie: Yeah. My family has lived on that hilltop since then. Charlie: Uh-huh. So tell me, where do you find you find you get the most sun? Frankie: Oh, I'd say just on the other side of those trees. When the sun hits that ridge just right, these hills sing. Charlie: Well that's it. Frankie: Really? Charlie: Yeah. Problem solved. Thanks for coming. Frankie: That's it? That's all you wanted me for? Charlie: I just need an opinion before I prepare this for my fairest wheel. Frankie: Uh, your Ferris Wheel? Charlie: KABOOM! Yeah! Welcome to Charlie's Amusement Park, My special theme park ever, Complete with Go-carts. Frankie: Seriously? Charlie: Isn't it great? It's my birthday gift to me. Ha! I'm so happy. Frankie: Uh...uh... um...I don't understand how this could happen. Charlie: Here, Let me clear it out. When my birthday comes next week, I'll give the word and your village will be in destruction from the sound of this. (plays a song called It's A Small World After All) Charlie: Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la. Frankie: Anywhere we'll live? Charlie: So, if I were you, I'd pick up some change-of-address forms on the way home. Frankie: But you don't get it. Charlie: Hmm... It's unknown. Sorry. Frankie: If you only give me a map, that is. Guards: Halt! All: Uh-oh. Charlie: Actually, When I give the word, Your little town thing will be Bye-bye. Bye-bye. Frankie: But I can explain. (He gets dragged away) (by the guards) Charlie: Ha. Ha. (snickers) Charlie's voice: Oh, yeah. Everything was goin' my way. (heads on) Charlie's voice: Or so I thought. (hums) (Later, BANG) (BUMP) Donald: Smashing. (chuckles) (SMASH) (BASH) Donald: Oh. (gasps) Olga: ...have any idea of who he's dealing with? How could he do this to me? Why, I practically raised him. (BASH) (CLANG) Donald: Yeah, you think he would've turned out better. Olga: Yeah. Go figure. Donald: Well, it's better you're takin' out your anger on these things instead of Charlie, huh? Olga: Of course! That's right! Donald: What's what? Olga: I'll get Charlie out of the way. Donald: You sure? Olga: Sure am. Donald: So? Olga: We'll make him a slave. Donald: But he's the president. Olga: Can't you get the point? It's perfect. With him out of the way and no heir to the throne, I'll take over and be the new president. Brilliant, brilliant, brilliant! Donald: So how does that work with you bein' fired and all? Olga: The only ones who know about that are the three of us, soon to be the two of us. Donald: And I'm one of those two, right? Olga: Yes. That's right. Donald: What'll we do now? Olga: To the lab we go. Donald: On the double. On the way. Olga: Now, pull the lever. (Donald pulls the lever and Olga goofy yodels) Olga: Didn't mean that one. (SPLASH) Donald: Sorry. Olga: That's okay. But don't do it again. (SMACK) (BOP) (Croc whimpers away) (and crawls backward) (She pulls the right lever) (POOF) (FLIP, They land in a cart) (and slide down) Voice: Please stay seated for this ride in all time. (ZOOM) Donald: Whee! Faster! Faster! Olga, This is fun! Whoohoo! Whoohoo! (rattling) (They land on the ground) (THUNK!) Olga: Now how can I do it? Oh, I know. I'll turn him into a Cattipede. A nice Cattipede. Then I'll put him in a box, Then I'll put it into another box and then I'll mail that box to myself and when it arrives, (Cackles) I'll smash it with a hammer! (snickers) Olga: It's brilliant, Brilliant, Brilliant I tell you! Brilliant I say! (Accidentally spills a potion on a flower) (SPLAT) (KABOOM, Flower dies) (and falls apart) Olga: Oops. Donald: Sorry for that. Olga: Or, to save on postage, I'll just poison him with this. Take it, Kronk. Oh ho ho ho. Feel the power. Olga: Or, to save on postage, I'll just poison him with this. Take it, Donald. Oh ho ho ho. Feel the power. (chuckles) Donald: My pleasure. Olga: Our moment of triumph approaches. Ha ha ha ha ha ha! It's dinner time! (THUNDER) (rain pours) Narrator: Later. (Later) (Candles were lit) (together) Olga: So... is everything ready for tonight? Donald: Oh, yeah. I thought we'd start off with soup and a light salad and then see how we feel after that. Olga: Not the dinner... The you know. Donald: Oh, right. The poison-- The poison for Charlie, the poison chosen specially to enslave Charlie, Charlie's poison. That poison? Olga: Yes. Yes. Donald: Got it. Olga: Excellent. A few drops in his drink, then I'll propose a toast, and he will be dead for dessert. Donald: Which is a real shame, because it's gonna be delicious. Charlie: Let the beat drop! Let's dig in, Cause I'm one hungry rodent ever. So... You're okay of being let go. Right? Olga: None whatsoever. Donald, get the president a drink. Donald: Gotcha, Baby. (pours drink) (Then drops in the potion) (splash) (POOF) (like magic) Donald: Here you go, Sir. Charlie: (sniffs) Is something smoking? Donald: Me spinach puffs! (Flees) (to get them) (Charlie flicks a fork) (from nearby) Charlie: So, He's nice. Olga: Heh. He is. Charlie: He's what, In his early 1990's? Olga: Heh heh. I'm not sure. Donald: Save them. Charlie: That's great. Olga: Very good. Charlie: Great stuff. Donald: Careful. They burn. Olga: Uh, Donald. Charlie still needs his drink. Donald: Gotcha. (But he has a problem with which one is Charlie's drink) (and is confused) Donald: One sec. (Olga facepalm) (in annoyance) Charlie: Hey, Donald. Anything okay back there? Donald: Oh, uh... Ooh. The drinks were a bit on the... hmm... oh...ugh...warm side. Heh heh. Hey, did you see that sky today? Talk about blue. Charlie: Si. Olga: Yes. Not bad. Riveting. A toast to the President. (Charlie picks up his cup) (and slurps) Olga: For Charlie McBarky. Donald: (Holds his breath) Don't drink it, It's poison. Blah. (gulps) (Charlie slurps, Olga splashes her drink on a plant and Donald pretends drinking his drink) (with worry) Charlie: Ah. Tasty. (gulps) (FAINT) (lies quietly) Olga: Fantastic! Good going! Donald: Oh, they're so easy to make. I'll get you the recipe. Olga: Now to get rid of the body. Charlie: Okay, What were we saying? Olga: Uh...we were just making a toast to your long and... healthy rule. (Something magic changes Charlie) Charlie: Right. So what are you gonna do? I mean, you've been around here a long time, and I really mean a long time. Um... (POOF) Charlie: It might be difficult for someone of your age adjusting to life in the private sector. Hey, Don, can you top me off, pal? Be a friend? (POOF, He was a Treecko) Ha ha. (POOF) Donald: More broccoli? (gulps) Charlie: Because you're... you know. Let's face it. You're no spring chicken, and I mean that in the best possible way. (BASH, FAINT) Oy. (birds tweet) Donald: Oh dear. (gulps) Olga: What?! A Treecko? Donald: Um... Olga: I thought he was meant to be dead. Donald: Yeah. Weird. Olga: Let me see that vial. This isn't poison. This is extract of Pokemon. Ugh! Donald: You know, in my defense, your poisons all look alike. You might think about relabeling some of them. Olga: Take him out of town and finish the job now! Donald: But what about the dinner? Olga: It's important. Donald: What about dessert? Olga: Well, plenty of time for dessert. Donald: Good. Olga: All right. A quick cup of coffee. Then take him out of town and finish the job! Donald: Okay. Don't get too yelly. Olga: My apologies. Now hop to it.