A Tale of Two Kitties Hey Babbit! Babbit! Oh, Babbit! Cut it out!
I don’t wanna, I tell ya. Oh, there’s nothing to it. I don’t wanna do it. I won’t do it.
I can’t do it. Now wait a minute. Wait a minute. I don’t want no part of it. Listen. You want to eat don’t you? Yeah Babbit, I want to eat. I love to eat. Well then, go up and get the bird
out of that nest, and we’ll eat. But I don’t want to hurt no bird. I like birds. I’d go hungry first. What’s the matter fraidy cat?
This is only a tiny, little bird. You mean a poor little, tinsy winsy,
itsy bitsy, defenseless bird? Yes! Let me at him! Let me at him! I’ll get him Babbit! Gangway!
I’ll murdalize him. Let me at him. Take it easy! Take it easy! I’ll show him.
Where does he get that stuff? Don’t hold me back. I’ll get him.
I’ll show him. Come on, quit your fooling. Get up that ladder. Don’t push me, Babbit. Don’t push me.
I’m scared to go up high. I get heightrophobia. Don’t push me. You can’t make me do it.
You can’t make me do it. He doed it. Come on stupid. Get the bird. Give me the bird! Give me the bird! If that Hays office would only let me.
I’d give him the bird alright. [whistles] Brrr!!! Babbit! Babbit! Whoa! Babbit! Hey, Babbit! Look! Stilts! [whistles] Help! Help! Babbit! Here I go again! Catch me! Help!
Hey, I’m too young to die. Help! Save me! Help! Hey, how’d you get a way up here? Say Babbit, are you sure this
thing is going to be okay? Of course, of course. Everything’s under control. Don’t push me down in the box, Babbit. Please don’t do it. Don’t do it. Hey Babbit! Oh Babbit! Babbit! What’s the matter now? I’m afraid of the dark. Well I’ll let you out then. I thought I taw a puddy tat. I did! I taw a puddy tat. Oh the poor puddy tat.
He crushed his little head. Gee Babbit, I’m just no good. Oh, the breaks were against you. I’m a floperoo. I can’t even get the bird. Don’t worry. You’ll get it alright. You mean I’ll get it in the end? Yeah. And you’ll get a big bang
out of it, too. Well, that sure takes a load off of my mind. Hey cut it out. Cut it out, pigeon.
Don’t do that. This little piddy went to market. Babbit! This little piddy stayed home. Babbit! This little piddy had roast beef. Babbit! Well what do you know? I ran out of piddies. Babbit! Babbit! Here, puddy tat. Phew!!! I’ll save you! Where are you?
Speak to me! Speak to me! [whistles] Come on. Stop your clowning. What’s the matter
with you? Aren’t you ashamed? I don’t know. Why do you do these things? I’m a bad pussycat. Oh, I just can’t seem to get the bird.
‘Tain’t no use. Don’t worry. I can’t do it. This will get you up there. Contact. Contact. Contact. Contact. Contact. Contact. Hey Babbit! I’m a Spitfire! [whistles] Hello, Fourth Interceptor Command? I see an unidentified object
flying around my little head. Is there an insurance salesman in the house? Air raid! Lights out! Total blackout! Break it up, puddy tats. Break it up! Air raid! Lights out! Total blackout! Hey, now’s our chance. Come on. TURN OUT THOSE LIGHTS!!!