All language subtitles for The.Wind.in.the.Willows.1983.RESTORED.EDiTiON.1080p.BluRay.x264-SONiDO

Oh, no.

Now then...

Oh.

Bother.

Oh.

Eugh!

Oh, dear.

That's better.

Bother and blow!

- So much to do.

Oh, hang spring-cleaning!

Oh, my! Oh, my!

Ah.

Oh!

Oh.

Hello.

- Rat?
- Hello, Mole!

Didn't think you chaps
ever came out in the sunlight.

Why don't you come over?

Oh, it's all very well to talk.

Ah, yes.

- A boat.
- That's right.

Hang on to that.

Thank you.

Come on, step lively.

Ooh...

I've... ne-never been in a boat.

Never been in a...

Well, I...
What have you been doing all your life?

L-Is it... so nice?

Nice? It's the only thing.

Believe me, there is nothing,

absolutely nothing half so much worth
doing as simply messing about in boats.

Messing about, er, in boats.

Simply messing.

- Look out, Rat!
- Oh!

Ooh'.!

Are... Are you alright?

Yes. Messing about in boats.

Or with boats.
In or out of them, it doesn't matter.

Look here, if you've nothing else
on hand this afternoon,

would you care to go for
a row down the river?

Care to?

We might have a picnic.

Shove that down there.

- Y-Your house?
- That's right.

Oh, my.

So, this is a river.

The river.

You really live by the river?

By it and with it
and on it and in it.

It's brother and sister to me,

and aunts and company and food and drink

and, naturally, washing.

It's my world
and I don't want any other.

What it hasn't got isn't worth having

and what it doesn't know
isn't worth knowing.

Lord, the times we've had together,
whether in winter or summer,

spring or autumn, it's always got
its fun and its excitements.

What do you say we moor here
and have our picnic?

Uh, yes.

Now, what have we here?

There's cold chicken, cold tongue,
cold ham, cold beef.

Pickled gherkin salad, French rolls,
mustard and cress,

- potted meat, ginger beer, lemonade...
- Stop, stop, this is too much!

Too much? Oh, do you really think so?

It's only what I usually take
on these little excursions,

and Toad always tells me that I'm
a mean beast and cut things very fine.

Now, pitch in, old fellow.

Oh, my.

My, oh, my!

Hmm.

Beautiful.

Mmm...

I say. There's old Badger.

Badger!

Badger, old chap! Come and join us.

Company.

Yes, that's just the sort of fellow
he is.

Simply hates society.
He'll be off home now.

Where does he live?

- In the Wild Wood.
- Oh.

We don't go there very much,
we river people.

Is there something wrong with it?

Er, well, not wrong exactly.

The squirrels are alright and the
hedgehogs and some of the rabbits.

And of course, no one interferes
with Badger. They'd better not.

Why? Wh-Who should interfere with him?

Well, there are others,
stoats and weasels.

Hello there, Mr Rat.

Having a picnic with your friend?

- Ooh, very nice.
- Leave that alone.

Very nice.

You ought to visit us Wild Wooders
one day, sir.

You don't wanna believe
everything people say about us.

Afternoon, gentlemen.

They don't seem too bad.

Well, they're alright in a way, but...

Well, I never go to the Wild Wood

and you won't either
if you've got any sense.

Hello...

Where is the potted meat?

I couldn't eat another bite.

Well, I suppose I really ought
to pack the basket.

Oh, do let me.

My dear fellow, please do
if you'd really like to.

Oh.

Oh... Oh, bother.

Don't worry about that, old chap.

Oh, what a splendid time
we're having.

Look here, why don't you come
and stay with me for a few days?

I live in a very plain and simple way.

My home is nothing like Toad Hall.

Toad Hall?

Oh, of course.
You haven't met Toad yet, have you?

Why don't we drop down the river
and call on him?

I... I suppose...
I couldn't row, could I?

Bother! Oh, bother.

Both oars together, old chap,
if you can manage it.

Oh, yes, Rat.

A“ We are down a-dabbling,
up tails all

A“ We are down a-dabbling,
up tails all

There's Toad Hall.

My goodness.

You're sure it's alright to
call on Mr Toad unannounced?

Oh, certainly.

It's never the wrong time
to call on Toad.

Yes, dear old Toad.
He always has some new craze, you know.

I managed to get him
interested in sculling.

He's not much good at it,
but it keeps him out of mischief.

He's the best of animals really.
So good natured and affectionate.

Perhaps he's not very clever,
but we can't all be geniuses,

and he may be rather boastful
and conceited,

but he has some great qualities,
has Toady.

And Toad Hall is one of
the finest houses in these parts.

Though, of course,
we never say so to Toad.

- Ah-ha!
- Hello, Toad. This is Mole.

Oh! Hello, Mole.

Hooray! This is splendid.

Ratty, you're just the chap
I wanted to see.

Having trouble with your boating?

Oh, poo! Boating?
I've given that up long ago.

I've discovered the real thing.

The only genuine occupation
of a lifetime.

Ooh-hoe! Come and see.

Come along, come along.
Just over here.

There you are.

The open road,
the dusty highway.

Here today and up and off
to somewhere else tomorrow.

Travel, change, excitement.

Oh, no.

Mind you, this is the finest cart
ever built, without any exception.

Designed it myself.

All complete.
Nothing whatever forgotten.

And so you'll find when we all set out
on our first expedition this afternoon.

We? This afternoon?

I'm not going and that's flat.

And Mole will do as I do,
won't you, Mole?

Of course I will, Rat.

All the same, it sounds as if
it might have been...

...well, rather fun, you know?

A“ Rambling where you please
on the open road

4' On the open road

I Though you're far from home
on the open road

I Wandering the lanes together

A“ Through the hills
and trees and heather

4' On the open road

This is the life.

Talk about your old river.

I don't talk about my river.

I think about it.
I think about it all the time.

- Ratty.
- Hmm?

It's all my fault. Let's go home.

No, Moley, we'll see it out.

Thanks all the same,
but we must stick by old Toad.

A“ So we sing our song on the open road

A“ Come on, Alfred, join the chorus

4' On the open road

I say, you fellows,
this is the only way to travel.

Eh?

Ugh!

Steady on, Alfred.

No harm done.

- Villains!
- Whoa!

- Scoundrels!
- Whoa!

- Highwaymen!
- Steady, Alfred.

- Road hogs!
- Steady... Steady.

Poop, poop-

Toad, old chap. Are you alright?

The poetry of motion.

Toad, Alfred's not hurt.

And I'm sure we can
get the caravan mended and...

Caravan? Poo!

Nasty, common, canary-coloured cart.

That is the only way to travel.
Ooh-hoo!

Here today, in next week tomorrow!
Poop,poop!

- Now, Toad...
- Poop,poop!Poop,poop!

Poop,poop!Poop,poop!

Whoo!

Poop. poop!

Ooh-hoo-hoo! Hey-hey-hey!

Poop,poop!Poop,poop!

Toot, toot!

Poop, poop!

Hello, you fellows!

Oh, no.

Poop. Poop.

Are you alright, Mr Toad?

Ooh, you want to watch out.

You'll be had up for dangerous driving
one of these days.

Poop,poop!

Wahey-hey-hey!

Oops! Oh.

Wahey-hey-hey!

Poop,poop!

POOP!

Poop. poop'-!

Poop, poop!

Whoops.

Wahey! Hello!

Poop, poop, poop!

Poop,poop!

Poop,poop,poop!Poop,poop!

Poop...

Poop. Poop.

POOP--'...

I really am worried about Toad.

Oh, it's only another of his passions.
He'll grow out of it.

Poop, poop!

I hope.

Come on!

Oh...

Oh, dear. Ooh!

Poop, poop!
Poop,poop!

He's going very fast.

It's Mr Toad!

Mr Toad, look out!

- Look out'.

He'll kill himself one day.

Are you alright, Mr Toad?

Poop, poop!

We really must do something about Toad.

Oh, yes. Erm... what shall we do?

Well, there's only one person Toad
would take notice of and that's Badger.

- We must go and see him.
- Oh, yes. N... Now?

Hmm?

No, no, it's...
It's too late now.

Looks as though it might snow.

Besides, Badger lives in the middle of
the Wild Wood, underground.

Not our sort of place at all.

But I...

It sounds just like my... sort of place.

Hmm...

Is this the way to
Mr Badger's house?

Oh, it is, sir. it is.

It's straight on. You can't miss it.

Thank you.

Oh...

Stow.!

Ratty!

Moley?

"Ratty, have gone to see Mr Badger
in the Wild Wood, Moley."

Oh, my goodness!

- Er...
- Out of my way.

Mole!

Moley!

Oh, Moley.

Mole?

Mole?

Mole, it's me!

It's old Rat.

Ratty.

- Moley.
- Is it really you?

- Are you alright?
- Oh, Rat, I've been so frightened.

It's alright, old fellow.

But you really shouldn't
have come to the Wild Wood.

I did try to warn you.

Hmm... We must get home.

The trouble is, everything looks
so different in the snow.

Ratty, I'm so sorry, but...
I don't think I can walk any further.

Now, you must try, old chap.

The path's up there somewhere. Come on.

Ow! Oh!

What happened?

I fell over that door scraper.

Door scraper? That's funny.

It didn't feel funny.

Mole! Here's a doormat.

A doormat?

Help... Help... Help me clear this away.
It's our last chance.

Oh...

Ratty!

You're so clever.

Now, the very next time this
happens I shall be exceedingly angry.

Who is it this time
disturbing people on such a night?

Speak up.

Oh, Badger.
It's me, Rat, and my friend, Mole.

Do let us in, please.

Oh... Why, Ratty, my dear little man.

Come along in, both of you, at once.

You must be perished.

Well, I never, and in the Wild Wood,
too, at this time of night.

Come in with you, come in.

Come along, Ratty.

There's a good fire in the kitchen.
I'll get you both a nice hot drink.

Lovely to be underground again.

When you're underground,
nothing can get at you.

That's exactly what I say.

Look at Rat now, couple of feet of
floodwater and he has to move.

Or Toad Hall...

Oh, it's very splendid, I dare say,
but it's all draughty.

No, no,
underground is my idea of home.

Now then, what's the news
from your part of the world?

How's young Toad?

Oh, he's going from bad to worse.
Another smash up only last week.

How many has he had?

Smashes or cars? Oh, well,
it's the same thing with Toad.

- This is his seventh, Ratty, isn't it?
- Yes.

Irresponsible animal.

He's a hopelessly bad driver
with no thought for law and order.

He'll kill someone... sooner or later.

When I was his age,

we didn't rush around the countryside
frightening people.

We had better things to do
with our time.

Oh!

Ah, cricketer, are you?
Good, good.

Now... About Toad.

Ah, yes, erm, we are his friends,
Badger.

We really ought to do something.
He's giving us animals a bad name.

You are entirely correct.

Moreover, his father was a friend
of mine, most respectable Toad.

Ah... What do you think
we should do, Mr Badger?

I think that you and I,
and our friend here...

...should take Toad
seriously in hand.

We'll stand no nonsense whatever.

We will bring him back to reason,
by force if necessary.

- The hour has struck.

Do you agree, lad?

Er, hmm? Oh, absolutely, yes.
I-I-I quite agree, definitely.

No question.

First thing in the morning...

...we will pay a call on Toad.

Ah-ha! Hello, you fellows!

You're just in time
to come for a jolly spin in my new...

...in... in my new...

You will not be needing that... machine.

- I shall send it back.
- Wha... I say! I...

And, Toad...

You will give us your solemn promise
never to touch a motor car again.

Shan't!

Inside! Take him to the library!

And I will try what argument can do.

- Ow...
- It's for your own good, Toad.

I'm sorry, Toad,
but really it is.

- Mole, do catch hold of...
- Ow!

I say, stop it! What are you...?

I say, you chaps!

We will see whether you come out of that
room the same Toad that you went in.

Let go! Ow!

You... cads!

Let go! Ouch!

You knew it must come to this
sooner or later, Toad.

You've disregarded
all the warnings we've given you.

You've gone on squandering the money
your father left you

and you're getting us animals
a bad name in the district

by your frivolous driving and your
smashes and your rows with the police.

Independence is all very well,

but we animals never allow our friends
to make fools of themselves

beyond a certain limit,
and that limit you've reached.

Oh, you're so right, Badger.

You're a good fellow,
in many respects...

- Oh, true.
- I don't want to be too hard on you.

I'll make one more effort
to bring you to reason.

Oh, I am indeed a foolish Toad.

No, never again. Never ever again!

My friends...

I am pleased to inform you that Toad
has seen the error of his ways.

He is truly sorry for what he has done
and perceives the folly of it all.

That is good news.

Do you, Toad? Do you really?

No! I'm not sorry at all!

And it wasn't folly,
it was simply glorious!

What? You backsliding animal!
Didn't you tell me in there...

Oh, yes, in there.
I'd have said anything in there.

I mean, you are so eloquent,
dear Badger,

and you put your point
so frightfully well.

You could do what you like
with me in there,

but I'm not sorry really,
so it's no good saying I am.

Do you mean to say you don't promise
never to touch a motor car again?

On the contrary, I faithfully promise
that the first motor car I see...

Poop,poop!

Take him upstairs
and lock him in his bedroom.

Poop, poop!

It is worse than I thought.

We shall just have to let it...

- Poop, poop!
- ..burn itself out.

Poop,poop,poop!

Get out of the way!

Look out! Toad is coming!

Beep-beep! Poop, poop, poop!

Oh, dear!

We must guard him day and night.

Poop, poop! Beep-beep-beep!

Lunch,Toady.

Oh... Nothing for me, dear boy.

What?

Could you... Could you do me
one last favour and...

...fetch a lawyer?

- A lawyer?
- Yes.

So that I can make my will.

I fear it is too late... for a doctor.

Badger! Mole!

I think Toad's ill.

Are you sure, Rat? You know what
a fellow Toad is for play acting.

Yes, I know, but he's...
he's asked for a lawyer.

A lawyer!

- I think he's really ill.
- He doesn't look ill to me.

Na-na!

Quick! After him!

Toad!

Toad!

Oh!

Oh, oh!

He must have gone this way.

Come on, Mole.

Where are you going?

Mole! Come on.

Ah-ha!

I say, I wonder if you could help me?

Having a spot of bother with me car.

Oh? What sort of bother?

Erm, er, it's the, er, crankshaft...

It's, erm, flat.

Really? Ah-ha.
I should be able to fix that.

Oh! Shall I come, too, Wedgie?

Er, wh-wh-where's your machine?

Erm, oh, it's over there,
if you'd just take a look at it.

Certainly, old bean.
Anything for a fellow motorist.

Oh, I Say!

Oh! Wedgie!

Fellow... Fellow flagged me down

with a cock-and-bull-story
about a flat crankshaft.

Well, I always help a fellow motorist.
Got out, cad hopped in and away!

Er, chap's a damned frog!

- Poop, poop!
- I say!

Fat face!

Now then!

- I say!
' Wedgie!

Moley!

Moley, where are you going?

Moley!

I am cold and I'm tired
and I'm going home.

I've finished with Toad.
The Riverbank's this way, come on.

It'll be good to be
in the warm and have a bite to eat, hmm?

Yes, I'll be glad to be home again,
won't you?

Mole?

What is it, old fellow?
Whatever can be the matter?

I know it's a shabby, dingy little
place, not like your cosy quarters,

or Badger's or Toad's beautiful hall...

...but it was my own little home
and I went away and forgot all about it

and then I smelt it and I wanted it.

But you wouldn't stop, Ratty, and...

Oh, dear, oh, dear.

I had to leave it
and I thought my heart would break.

Oh, dear, oh, dear.

I see it all now.

What a pig I've been.

Well, come on, old fellow.

Where...
where ever are you going to, Ratty?

We are going to find that old home
of yours, so you'd better come along.

We shall need your nose.

Oh, Ratty. Why ever did I do it?

Why did I bring you
to this poor, cold little place?

You might have been at Riverbank by now,

toasting your toes
before a blazing fire.

Hang Riverbank.

What a capital little house this is.

So... compact.

Well, we'll make a jolly night of it,
Moley.

Now, the first thing we want
is a good fire.

Well, bustle about, old chap.

Oh, Rat. How about your supper?
I've nothing to give you, not a crumb!

There's the carol singers,
they come here every year.

I've nothing to give them either.

What a fellow you are
for giving in, Mole.

I distinctly saw a sardine tin-opener,
so there must be sardines at least.

There's no bread, no butter.

No paté de foie gras, no Champagne.

Now come with me and forage.

4' Goodman Joseph
Toiled through the snow

Oh, look, I mean... nothing to eat?

Well, I mean, this is fit for a king.

Is this the cellar?
What about some mulled wine?

A“ ..By your fire to bide

A“ Blowing fingers and stamping feet

A“ You by the fire and we in the street

A“ Who were the first to cry Noel?

Well sung, boys.

Now come and have something
to eat and drink.

Absent friends.

Badger and Toad, wherever he may be.

'Scuse me, sir, but 'aven't you 'eard?

Heard what? And don't drop your Hs.

About Mr Toad, sir.

What about him?

Well, sir, 'e's...
he's got his self harrested.

OH, NO.

I knew it.

To my mind, the only difficulty
in this very clear case

is how to make it sufficiently hot
for the incorrigible rogue

and hardened ruffian, whom we see
cowering in the dock before us.

He has been found guilty
on the clearest evidence.

First, of stealing

- a valuable motor car...
- Bounder!

...secondly, of driving
to the public danger

and, thirdly, of gross impertinence
to the rural police.

Namely, addressing a constable
as "fat face".

Now then...

- Oh I say.

Mr Clerk, what is the stiffest,
the very stiffest penalty,

we can impose for each of these
offences, without, of course,

giving the prisoner the benefit of
any doubt, because there isn't any.

Well, ma'am, you might give
12 months for the theft.

Which is mild.

And, er, three years
for furious driving.

Ha! Which is lenient.

And 15 years for the cheek,
which was pretty bad sort of cheek.

Namely, calling him "fat face".

Now then...

- That adds up to, er...
- Nineteen years.

Nineteen years?

And another year for being green.

Twenty years!

I've been told you are a criminal

of deepest guilt and matchless
artfulness and resource.

Whatever that means.

And I intend to watch and ward you
with all my skill.

So you will languish for 20 years
in the deepest dungeon

in the best guarded jail

in the length and breadth of
Merry England.

Oh... Badger.

Moley.

Ratty.

Oh, where are you now?

It's agreed then.

While Toad is... incarcerated,

we must not leave Toad Hall unprotected.

I shall take charge of it.

I owe it to his father.

Poor Toad, lonely Toad,
forgotten Toad.

There you are, daughter.

Oh, now, cheer up, Toad.

Sit up and dry your eyes
and be a sensible animal.

Father says you haven't had
a bite to eat for days. Here.

No.

Nothing.

Take it away.

I've brought you something
I've made myself.

It's bubble and squeak.

Bubble and... squeak?

It's piping hot.

Mm...

That's better.

I don't know when I've had better
bubble and...

...squeak. Even at Toad Hall.

Toad Hall? Is that where you live?

Mm! Oh, the finest gentleman's residence
in England.

Splendid architecture,

superbly furnished.

The most elegant china, valuable silver,

tapestries, works of art.

Stained glass windows.

If only you could see it.

I really do miss Toad Hall
at this time of year.

The daffodils, the primroses

and of course the parties.

People so enjoyed my speeches.

Oh, and my songs.

And my jokes!
Ch, so witty./i>

- Toad?
- Hmm?

I have an aunt who's a washerwoman.

There, there, never mind,
think no more about it.

I have several aunts
who ought to be Washerwomen.

Toad, do be quiet. My Aunt Maud
does all the washing in the jail.

People are used to her coming in and out

and you're very much like her in build.

I am not!

I have a very elegant figure,
for what I am.

So has my aunt for what she is.
Here, try it on.

You're not suggesting that I should
disguise myself as a washerwoman?

You are a horrid, proud,
ungrateful animal,

when I'm trying to help you escape.

I thought it was a shame
you were shut up here for so long.

You never hurt anyone
or did any real harm.

Have it your own way. You can
stay here forever for all I care.

Oh. There, there.

You are a good... kind...

...clever girl.

And I am indeed a proud and...
and stupid Toad.

Night, Maud.

Er, good night, old, er, chap.

"Old chap"?

Maud!

Ring the bells!

The police!

- Oh...
- Stop him! Here he is.

Bring him back!

- Oh, oh... Oh!

Ah-ha!

Come on.

Stop him.

Oh, no.

Hello, madam.

Oh, sir, I am a poor unhappy washerwoman

and I've lost all my money
and I must get home tonight.

Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

That's bad. Got some kids
waiting for you, too, I dare say.

Eh? Oh, er, yeah, oh,
any amount of them.

Alright. It's against company
regulations, but up you come.

Stop him!

- Oh, Wedgie.
- I say.

Rosemary, isn't that the frog
who stole my car?

Fifty years next time!

I say, old bean.

Where's my car?

Oh, Wedgie.

Stop him!

A“ The clever men at Oxford
know all that's to be known

Seventy!

I say! You there, stop.

Now then!

What's going on?

You're a funny kind of washerwoman
and there's a train following us.

A train?
Oh, dear, kind Mr engine driver.

I am not really a washerwoman.

No, no, I'm... I'm a poor,
unfortunate Toad pursued by the law.

The law, eh? What did you do?

I only... borrowed a motor car.

Borrowed, eh?

Still... I don't hold with motor cars.

Stop him!

And I don't hold with being
ordered about on me own engine.

Go on, hop off.

Ah-ha!

Stop him!

- I say!
- Wedgie.

Ah... home at last.

Must spread the good news.

Why don't I go to Ratty's first?

Who is it, Ratty?

I have no idea.

Don't you know me, Ratty?
It's me, Toad.

- Toad!

Ratty, such trials and tribulations,
so nobly born.

Such escapes, such subterfuges,
all so clever.

- I am a smart Toad and no mistake...
- Toady!

Hello, Mole! Wait till I tell you
all about my adventures.

Toad, stop boasting and swaggering
and behave yourself.

You look like a washerwoman.

Mm? Ah, well, I'll tell you about that,

but first if you'll give me
a little light dinner,

perhaps a glass of claret,

and then I'll stroll up to Toad Hall
and get a change of clothes.

Oh, Toady, you haven't heard.

Mm? Heard? Heard what?

The fact is, Toad,
that while you were having

that little bit of trouble, erm...

The weasels have taken Toad Hall.

Taken Toad Hall?

What were my friends doing while
I was lying helpless in my dungeon?

I thought at least
you and Mole and Badger...

Don't talk about Badger.

You... You don't mean...

They were too strong, even for Badger.

Oh... Noble Badger. Best of friends.

Eloquent, kind-hearted.

Faithful.

Now then, Toad. That's enough.

Huh? Badger!

Glad you're back.

While Rat and Mole have been
looking after me so kindly,

I've been thinking about Toad Hall.

Oh, Badger,

I shall never see
my dear old home again.

It's lost. Lost forever.

Lost? Nonsense.

I have a plan.

Mm...

They're doubling up the sentries
on the west gate.

And there are four extra weasels
on the main gate.

Hello.
They're putting guards on the roof.

Morning, you fellows!

Oh, hello, Toad. There's tea in the pot.

By 9:00, the banquet
should be in full swing.

So we should be in the secret tunnel
by...

Ooh! ls there a secret tunnel?

Your father, a worthy animal,
confided in me,

but he said that only in the direst need
should I inform you of it.

ON.

I know. It's that squeaky board
in the butler's pantry.

Not at all.

Don't interrupt us, Toady,
there's a good fellow.

Now, about weapons, pistols of course.

My old blunderbuss is rather
heavy, but we might be glad of it.

Depends how many sentries are
on duty. How many can you see, Toad?

Er... four.

Only four?

Er, erm... er...

And a washerwoman.

Hello, Toad.

Wait... That's...

I say, you fellows,
I've had such a time!

Oh!
Where have you been, Mole?

Why, to Toad Hall, of course.

I marched up there as bold as brass.

"Good morning, gentlemen," says I
to the sentries. Very respectful.

"Want any washing done?"

And the sergeant, he said to me,
"Run away, my good woman, run away!"

"Run away?" says I.

"It won't be me that will be running
away a short time from now."

"You're going to be attacked."

You didn't say that!

I said a lot more.

"A hundred bloodthirsty Badgers,"
I said, "are going to attack Toad Hall

with six boatloads of Rats
armed to the teeth

and a picked body of Toads, known as
the Die-Hards or Death-or-Glory Toads,

will storm the orchard
yelling for vengeance."

"There won't be much left of you
to wash," I says,

"by the time they've done with you."

Oh, Mole, you silly ass!

You've ruined the surprise!

You've been and spoiled everything.

Toad, surely Badger told you...

Mole, you have done well.
I am exceedingly pleased with you.

Wha... But...

Now, all depends upon tonight.

The entrance to the tunnel
is along here.

- Oh! That tunnel...

Take that!

Ah.

Oh!

r There was smashing in of window
and crashing in of door

Toad!

Quiet, you ass.

I was only trying...

Quiet, you were told.

a' Go the drums

Toad!

One more sound out of you
and back you'll go.

I say, they are going it.

Quiet for the chief.

Quiet for the king! Quiet!

And now, a toast...

...to our kind host, Mr Toad.

How dare they?

Now, we all know Toad.

- Sensible Toad.

Modest Toad.

- Brave Toad.

The toast is...

Down with Toad!

Hmm! I'll give him "down with Toad",
and in my own banqueting hall, too!

I, er... I think we'd...
better wait for the others.

Others?

The hundred Badgers and all those Rats

and the Death-or-Glory Toads.

We could do with a few more Moles
as well.

Where are the others?

There are no others, Toad.

N-No... n-n-n-no... n-no... no others?

No, Toad. There's just Badger, Rat,
me and... and you, Toad.

But thanks to our young friend, Mole,
they think there are hundreds of us.

Come on.

Ah! Always a Toad.

Toad!

Wahey!

Chief, it's old Badger!

Riverbankers! Riverbankers!

Mole! Mole! Mole! Mole!

One thump and one thump
and one thump and...

Missed again.

Look out, Mole!

A Toad! Always a T...

Behind you, Badger!

Thump 'em and thump 'em and thump 'em.

Mr Toad!

Well done, Toad.

Badger, I didn't do anything.

You fellows did it all, I just...
I mean, hooray!

Did I tell you Toad said
he might be dropping in for tea?

He's quite a reformed character.

More like his esteemed father every day.

We may indeed congratulate ourselves.

Still, it was rather exciting,
wasn't it?

I'm almost sorry it's all over...

Hello, you fellows!

- You maniac!
- Lock him up!

Toad, this time you've gone too far!

Hang motoring, this is the life!

Oh... Yes, er...

Oh, no.

Oh, dear.

on...

Oh. Er...

I say, you chaps.

Ah! You're just the chap
I wanted to see, Ratty.

And you, too, Mole.