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On the fifteenth of May in the jungle of Nool.

In the heat of the day. In the cool of the pool.

He was splashing.

Enjoying the jungles great joys.

When Horton the elephant

heard a small noise.

Help!

Then he had it again.

Just a very faint yelp.

Help!

As if some tiny person were calling for help.

He looked and he looked.

He could see nothing there but a small speck of dust

drifting down through the air.

Help!

Most highly peculiar.

He'd never heard tell of a small speck of dust that was able to yell.

Help!

Please, help!

Hmm.

You know what I think.

I suspect that there must

be something alive

on that small speck of dust.

Some sort of a

person of a

very small size.

Too small to be seen

on my elephant's eyes.

If so

I should save him.

Because after all,

a person's a person

no matter how small.

There, whoever you are, all your troubles are over.

I put you down safe on this comfortable clover.

Humph!

It was Jane kangaroo

and the small kangaroo in her pouch said;

Humph too.

Why that speck is as small as the head of a pin.

A person on that?

There never has been.

I-I know it seems strange,

but I tell you sincerely

t-these extra big ears of mine heard him...

Quite clearly.

Horton,

I've known you twelve years in the jungle of Nool

and I've always considered you somewhat a fool.

But talking to dust specks?

That is really poo poo.

Something has got to be done about you.

And something's precisely what I'm going to do.

And the small kangaroo in her pouch said;

Me too.

Come on junior.

You're certainly lucky that I am still around

this is twice in one day that you've almost been drowned.

I know and...

We're eternally grateful

to know that you care.

There is!

There really is someone down there.

And I wish to say this,

you're a most splendid friend.

You helped everyone here on this dust speck no end.

You've saved all our houses.

Our ceiling and floors.

You've saved all our churches

and grocery stores.

W-What?

You have buildings there too?

Oh, our buildings to you might seem terribly small but...

To persons our size they're really quite tall.

But, this is incredible!

What are you anyhow?

Not what sir...

I'm a Who.

A Who.

You're a Who?

Yes, a Who.

W - h - o. Who.

I live here in Whoville.

And what does a Who do?

Who do?

Well...

I am Dr. H. Hoovey

Professor of science.

I've worked fifty years on my Whoscope appliance.

To prove to the people who live in this place

that there are worlds beyond ours.

Like yours out in space.

But the people down here don't believe me.

They don't.

That's perfectly right doc.

We don't and we won't.

Hooey to Hoovey. Ol Hoovey's a jerk!

That's their opinion of me and my work.

Poor Dr. Hoovey, I-I can see that it's rough to have all those troubles.

You've sure got enough.

Anything I can do, any help I can lend.

Please call on me.

Horton, your elephant friend.

See what I mean Mrs. Toucanella.

He talks to dust specks

Tsk Tsk Tsk Tsk.

Mrs. Toucanella, it's our duty to warn everyone.

Spread the word, Mrs. T, throughout precinct twenty-three.

~~~ ~ ~~~.

Really!

♪ This is highly confidential, ♪

♪ this is just between us two. ♪

♪ But Mrs. Toucanella told me ♪

♪ Horton’s talking to a Who. ♪

A Who!

Who's a Who!

♪ Well my dear that's just the point. ♪

♪ There isn't any Who. ♪

♪ Horton's brain is out of joint. ♪

For goodness sake.

A Who!

♪ Now I know you won't repeat this. ♪

♪ Strictly entre nous. ♪

♪ Of course ♪

♪ but Mrs. Tessie Toucanella is an unimpeachable source. ♪

♪ And she says irrefutably, ♪

♪ it's indubitably a fact... ♪

♪ Horton's schizo-witsa-fistic. ♪

♪ In other words, he's cracked. ♪

He ought to be psycho-wangwalized.

Oh no.

Psycho-o-analysis is too expensive for an elephant.

I hear they charge by the pound.

~~~ ~~ ~~~~ ~ ~~~

Mrs. Toucanella said...

~~~ ~~ ~ ~~~

Mrs. Toucanella said...

♪ Undoubtedly, it all goes back to some heredity trait. ♪

I've been reading quite a bit

about heredity of late.

♪ And the uncle of Horton's cousin ♪

♫ was an elephant named Nate ♫

♫ who had such grand illusions ♫

♫ and confusions, ♫

♫ aberrations, ♫

♫ and contusions... ♫

And he believed he was the father-in-law of Catherine the Great.

Mrs. Toucanella told me that he's giddy as a gid.

Mrs. Toucanella told me he's knitty as a nid.

~~ ~~ ~~

- ~~ ~~ ~~ - ~~ ~~ ~~ - ~~ ~~ ~~

Horton's flipped his lid!

♫ Mrs. Toucanella told me that he's manic and depressive, ♫

♫ retrogressive and recessive, ♫

♫ and progressively ♫

♫ excessively, ♫

♫ possessively, ♫

♫ aggressively aggressive. ♫

Mrs. Toucanella said that!?!

♪ Well my dears, if that's the case ♪

♪ this neighborhood's degenerating ♪

♪ into a most unwholesome place! ♪

With demented elephants, yet.

= We're going to get away from here as fast as we can get! =

Ahh!

Ah...

Choo!

Dr. Hoovey?

Doctor Hoovey is...

Is everything alright down there?

Yes.

Aside from a slight breeze in us, everything's all right.

But it is very discouraging Mr. Horton.

Nobody believes that you exist.

Or that anything exists outside his own little world.

♪ Old doc Hoovey, ♪

♪ he talked to a hose. ♪

♪ Who will doc talk to, nobody knows? ♪

♪ Then he say. ♪

♪ My dear, it perfectly clear ♪

♪ that the world is a sittin' on an elephant's nose. ♪

♫ The world is a sittin' on an elephant's nose. ♫

And elephants what?

An elephant's nose.

What's an elephant?

♪ Old doc Hoovey, that educated dope. ♪

♪ He's invented something called a Whoveyscope. ♪

♫ He looked up in the sky and he say. ♫

My my,

♪ it's gonna rain pickles and it's gonna pour soap. ♪

♫ It's gonna rain pickles and it's gonna pour soap. ♫

Is Horton an elephant?

No, ma'am, Horton's a pickle.

What's a Horton?

♪ Old doc Hoovey, ♪

♪ that old and famous boy scout, ♪

♫ he's got all merit badges as to what it's about. ♫

♫ He say. ♫ ♪ "Hip hip hooray." ♪

♪ "We got it made today." ♪

♫ 'Cause, we're all a sittin'... Cause, we're all a sittin'... ♫

♫ Yes, we're all a sittin'... ♫

♫ On an elephant's nose." ♫

That's the picture, Mr. Horton.

I don’t like to fuss or moan but...

If it weren't for you.

I'd be all, all alone.

I won't ever let you down. You're a person after all

and a person, Is a person.

No matter how small.

Humph!

Horton,

since you shunned my advice and still talk to that...

Who.

You have forced me to take drastic steps against you.

And the small kangaroo in her pouch said;

Me too.

Yes,

we've had enough of this rot.

Gentlemen.

Do your duty.

♪ Rot, rot, rot, rot. ♪

♪ It's a plot, plot, plot, plot. ♪

♫ We're the Wickersham brothers. ♫

♫ We're onto your plot. ♫

♫ Pretending you're talking to Whos who are not. ♫

♫ It's a deep, dire, evil political plot, ♫

♫ pretending you're talking to Whos ♫

♫ who are not. ♫

♫ We're the Wickersham brothers. ♫

♫ We're vigilant spotters. ♫

♫ Hot shot spotters of rotters and plotters. ♫

♫ And we're going to save our sons and our daughters ♫

♫ from you. ♫

♫ You're a dastardly, ghastardly, shnastardly, schnook, ♫

♫ trying to brainwash our brains ♫

♫ with this gobbledygook. ♫

We know what you’re up to, pal.

You're trying to shatter our morale.

You're trying to stir up discontent.

♫ And seize the reins of government. ♫

♫ You’re trying to throw sand in our eyes. ♫

♫ You're trying to kill free enterprise. ♫

♫ And raise the cost of figs and dates. ♫

♫ And wreck our compound interest rates. ♫

♫ And shut our schools, and steal our jewels, ♫

♫ and even change our football rules. ♫

♫ Take away our garden tools ♫

♫ and lock us up in vestibules! ♫

♫ But fortunately, ♫

♫ we're no fools. ♫

♫ We’re the Wickersham brothers. ♫

♫ We know your type! ♫

♫ And we're putting a stop to this trick-u-lous tripe ♫

♫ we’re the Wickersham brothers; We're squashing your plot. ♫

♫ There'll be no more talking to Whos ♫

♫ who are not! ♫

♪ There'll be no more talking to Whos who are not! ♪

♪ There'll be no more talking to Whos who are not! ♪

♪ There'll be no more talking to Whos ♪

♪ no more talking to Whos ♪

♪ who are not. ♪

They took Horton's clover.

They carried it off.

To a black-bottomed eagle

named Quizmo McKwoff.

A mighty strong eagle.

Very swift winged.

And they said;

Will you kindly dispose of this thing?

Then that eagle flew off with the flower in his beak.

Hidey-hi, hidey-ho, let us play hide and seek!

Dr. Hoovey!

Dr. Hoovey, Fasten your seat belt!

Tie yourself down.

Batten your hatches!

Sandbag the whole town!

Batten our hatches?

I don't understand!

What is a seat belt?

We're fresh out of sand.

Please grab hold!

Hold tight!

Or you'll all go kaput!

Good gracious good heavens,

More trouble afoot.

All that late afternoon

and on into the night.

That black bottom eagle flapped on in fast flight.

While Horton chased after with groans

over stones that tattered his toenails and battered his bones.

And at five forty-five.

Precisely.

He did it.

Sure was a terrible place that he hit it.

He let that small clover drop somewhere inside

of a great patch of clover.

A hundred miles wide.

Find that. Ha!

I fear you are destined to fail.

And he left with a flip of his black bottom tail.

Oh my aching back.

My aching trunk.

If I can't find my friends on that clover

they're sunk.

But I'll have to find them.

Because after all.

A person's a person

no matter how small.

And clover

by clover

by clover

with care.

He picked

and he plucked

and he called.

Are you there?

Clover

by clover by clover

he found that the one he was seeking

was just not around.

And by noon

poor old Horton, more dead than alive

had picked, plucked, and piled up

three million and five.

All through the afternoon

hour after hour.

Then finally at last.

From the three billionth flower,

came a voice that was hollow and ghostly and thin.

Mr. Horton...

For goodness sake where have you been?

Dr. Hoovey.

Quick doctor

tell me

do tell.

Are you safe?

Are you sound? Are you whole?

Are you well?

Am I well?

Am I whole?

Am I safe?

Am I sound?

When that black bottom birdie let go and we dropped,

dreadful crashing occurred. Our clocks have all stopped.

At Herkirmer's drug store the soda pops popped.

Look, the Whoway department store

seems like it flopped.

Such city disaster has never been topped.

♪ Doctor Hoovey. ♪

♪ Dr. Hoovey. ♪

♪ You were absolutely right. ♪

♪ You warned us and you warned us. ♪

♪ But we didn't see the light. ♪

♫ The things you told us all were true. ♫

♫ If we only, only, only knew. ♫

♫ Doctor Hoovey, ♫

♫ Doctor Hoovey. ♫

♫ From here on in, ♫

♫ we believe in you. ♫

♫ Just tell us what we have to do. ♫

♫ Just lead us and we will follow you. ♫

♫ We'll save this town. ♫

♫ We'll save this world. ♫

♫ Just tell us what we have to do. ♫

What to do!

I wish I knew.

Keep up your courage now!

Never let it sink!

Things are getting better!

Much better.

I think...

Horton!

For almost two days you've run wild

and insisted on talking with persons who never existed.

Such carryings on in our peaceable jungle,

we've had quite enough of your bungling bungle.

Bungling bungle.

So, with the help of the Wickersham brothers

and dozens of Wickersham uncles

and Wickersham cousins and Wickersham-in-laws

whose help I've engaged.

You're going to be roped and you're going to be caged.

♫ He's gonna be roped, he's gonna be caged, ♫

♫ Horton the elephant is gonna be caged. ♫

♫ He's gonna be roped, he's gonna be caged, ♫

And as for your dust speck...

That we will boil in a hot steaming

kettle of beezle-nut oil!

My dust speck!

No!

That you cant do!

It is all full of person's.

I'll prove it to you!

= Boil at dusk speck! Boil at dusk speck! =

= Boil at dusk speck! =

= Boil! Boil! Boil! Boil! =

Beezle-nut! = Rah! Rah! =

Beezle-nut! = Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah! =

= Beezle-nut oil! =

You Who's, don't give up!

I believe in you all!

A person's a person,

no matter how small!

And you're very small persons will not have to die

if you'll make yourselves heard!

So come on now and try!

= We are here! We are here! We are here! =

♪ Sound off, sound off it's time to be heard! ♪

♪ Your time's running out it's your time to be heard! ♪

♪ Give with a goggle or chirp like a bird or blonk on a blonker! ♪

♪ Blonk on a blonker and make yourself heard! ♪

♪ Blow on a bloozer, ♪

♪ anything goes! ♪

♪ If you can't blow a bloozer, ♪

♪ try blowing your nose! ♪

♪ If you can't snap your fingers, ♪

♪ try snapping your toes! ♪

♪ Anything! ♪

♪ Anything! ♪

♪ Anything! ♪

♪ Anything, anything, anything, anything goes! ♪

♪ Sound off, sound off, come make yourself known! ♪

♪ Play bidiliboop on a xylomophone! ♪

♪ Play bap-bap-bap on a dinosaur bone! ♪

♪ Play anything, neighbor! ♪

♪ Just make yourself known! ♪

♪ Play an octet on a Who ocarina! ♪

♪ Play bopitibop on a coffee machinea'! ♪

♪ Play on a pizzet! ♪

♪ Fizz on a fizzet! ♪

♪ Do it on something, whatever it is-et! ♪

All noises are needed,

refined or absurd!

Sound off, neighbors!

And make yourself heard!

= We are here! We are here! We are here! We are here! =

= We are here! We are here! We are here! We are here! =

= We are here! We are here! We are here! We are here! =

Had you... you-you surely heard that?

Just as clear as a bell.

Everything's gonna be just perfectly swell.

Humph.

I heard nothing

and you didn't either

and as for my progeny, he didn't.

Neither.

♫ He's going to be roped! ♫

♫ He's going to be changed! ♫

♫ Horton the elephant's going to be caged! ♫

♫ he's going to be roped! He's going to be caged! ♫

♫ Horton the elephant's going to be caged ♫

♫ he's going to be roped! ♫

♫ He's going to be caged! ♫

♫ Horton the elephant's going to be caged! ♫

= Boil that dust speck! Boil that dust speck! =

Doctor, make certain that everyone's working!

Look through your town!

Is there anyone shirking?

Was there anyone shirking?

Was every Who working?

Through the town raced Doc Hoovey from east to the west,

but everyone seemed to be doing their best.

Everyone seemed to be yapping or yipping.

Everyone seemed to be beeping or bipping!

But it wasn’t enough, all this ruckus and roar!

He had to find someone to help him make more.

He raced through each building!

He searched floor-by-floor!

And, just as he felt he was getting nowhere,

and almost about to give up in despair,

in the Fairfax Apartments.

Apartment 12-J

Behind an umbrella stand, hidden away,

he discovered a very small shirker named Jo-Jo

standing, just standing,

and bouncing a yo-yo!

Not making a sound!

Not a yip! Not a chirp!

Come on boy you're needed!

He grabbed the young twerp

and he raced with the lad

toward the Eiffelberg Tower. Telling him;

This is your town's darkest hour!

Thus he spoke as he climbed.

Then he got to the top

then the doctor said;

Make a yip!

Make a yopp!

= Boil that dust speck! Boil that dust speck! =

Can't you yip?

Can't you yopp?

I just don't know sir...

I never have tried.

= Boil that dust speck! =

You better try soon.

Or you're going to get fried.

= MightyMike77020 =

= Boil! Boil! Boil! Boil! =

Well sir, I think I'll try...

Ahh, a yip.

= Beezle-nut! Rah! Rah! Beezle-nut! Rah! Rah! =

On second thought sir,

I think I'll try a yopp.

= Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah! Beezle-nut oil! =

Yopp!

Yopp!

Yopp!

Yopp!

Yopp!

Yopp!

Yopp!

= We are here! We are here! We are here! We are here! =

That yopp

that one small extra yopp

put it over.

Finally, at last.

From that speck on that clover.

Their voices were heard.

Ringing clear through the air.

They are there!

They are there!

They are there!

The people had spoken.

No matter how small

and their whole world was saved.

By the smallest of all.

Yopp!

Yopp!

Yopp!

Yopp!

Yopp!

Yopp!

Yopp!

♫ Oh, be kind to your small person friends ♫

♫ every Who may be somebody's mother. ♫

♫ Be kind to every Who on every spec. ♫

♫ Any one of them that might likely be your brother. ♫

♫ Oh, be kind to your small person friends. ♫

♫ As they float around from one place to another. ♫

♫ Remember no matter how small. ♫

♫ That a person is a person ♫

♫ is a person is a person ♫

♫ That a person is a person after all. ♫

♫ That a person is a person after all. ♫

Help!

Help!

Oh no.

♫ Oh, be kind to your small person friends ♫

♫ every Who may be somebody's mother. ♫

♫ Be kind to every Who on every spec. ♫

♫ Any one of them that might likely be your brother. ♫

♫ Oh, be kind to your small person friends. ♫

♫ As they float around from one place to another. ♫

♫ Remember no matter how small. ♫

♫ That a person is a person ♫

♫ is a person is a person ♫

♫ that a person is a person after all. ♫

♫ That a person is a person after all. ♫

Rarr!