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Welcome to a land that's way under, down under. The sky's always yellow in rain

or shine.

Come to Tasmania, come to Tasmania.

The top he needs to be, they start to spin.

Like a Tasmanian devil in his closest tin.

Come to Tasmania, come to Tasmania.

Mom's alive, why a death knell for but a log?

Molly's all fired up, we'll take place with the dog.

Come to Tasmania, come to Tasmania.

Didgeridoo and Wendell T. Wolfe.

Francis X. Bush, lad, is never uncouth.

Bushwacker Bob and his mother -gold mom.

Cousins and sickly just want to have fun. Book -eater and axel are always

sore. If you have a deal, just cover it all.

The part of us brawlers are a -backing about.

The Kiwi, the Bushwax, have we left anyone out?

Oh, yeah, don't forget Taz. He put the tiger in the graveyard.

Down in Tasmania, come to Tasmania.

We need you!

Oh, it's raining.

I'm sorry, kids, but you'll have to stay in while we're visiting your

grandmother. She's a bit under the weather. Otherwise, we'd bring you

Tut, tut. You can come next time.

So you all be good. Bye -bye.

Shouldn't we worry about leaving him home alone like this?

Don't be such a gloomy ghost.

As has been much calmer since he and I had that chat about the replacement cost

of furniture.

I guess you're right.

The kids should weather this storm just fine.

Now there's a sound effect, Q.

Sunday driver.

Time to get back on the road.

10 -4, good buddy.

Bonjour,

big bro.

Is there something I can do for...

Some little sisters can look up to their big brothers, but then some big

brothers are capable of speaking in complete sentences.

There is a fabulous flying demon circling around the Eiffel Tower after a

-setting transatlantic crossing.

Nice going, Barnstormer. Keep them flying.

Goodbye, Shelly.

Who's your favorite, Chip?

I'm not sure if I have a favorite. It's so hard to say because they're all so

dreamy. Okay, so I know they're all great dancers, but I just can't decide

the cutest.

You wouldn't dare.

Oh, my gosh.

Lonnie!

No, not Ronnie.

Clyde!

What you got there, pal?

Trey, cool. I have one of these ones. The monkey said it was only a joke.

How'd you like to try a new game?

Will I like it?

Sure you will. It's a real blast.

I call this Parcel Post. It's really easy.

Do I get to wear a hat? I want to wear a hat.

Sure. Here's one you can use. It's perfect.

The object of the game is to deliver the packages in this bag.

Now, won't that be fun?

Neither rain nor snow nor being dry will save his courier from his appointed

round.

We're all counting on you, soldier.

Special delivery for Mr.

Taz.

Have a nice day.

Waiting for Judy, sir.

Her birthday.

No, I forgot to give her a present.

Really?

Thanks, that's swell of you.

I'm sure she'll love it.

Happy birthday!

Happy birthday?

Well, isn't that sweet of...

It's not my... Happy birthday.

Happy birthday.

Time to play hardball. Come on, Jake.

Poor little pup.

You look all tuckered out.

Don't talk to him. This is all your fault.

You're the one who started this whole thing.

You did so.

Did so.

Did. I know. We'll let Jake decide. He saw the whole thing. Tell your dumb

brother who started this.

Everything seems quiet.

Yeah, too quiet.

Mommy! Daddy!

Welcome to your humble abode.

How's Nana?

She's fine. She sent you this.

Looks like everything was hunky -dory around here while we were gone.

Oh, yeah. Couldn't be better. Right, Taz?

Great. Isn't that great, honey?

Yes, great.

Go ahead, bro. It's your turn.

What's this?

Oh, aren't they sweet gifts?

You could knock me over with a feather right now.

I guess that talk I had with Taz really did the trick.

We couldn't ask for a better bunch of kids.

Taz? Molly?

Welcome to Atlanta, it's way under, down under. The sky's always yellow in rain

or shine.

Down in Tasmania, come to Tasmania.

Toppy needs to have a nice start to spin, like a Tasmanian devil in his

kin. Down in Tasmania, come to Tasmania.

Mum's alive, why a death knell for but a log?

Molly's dog fired, I will take place with the dog.

Down in Tasmania, come to Tasmania.

Didgeridingo and Wendell T.

Wolfe.

Oh, yeah, don't forget, Taz.

I'm Emu Child.

Today's budget -pleasing feast features a swell recipe that any chowderhead can

whip up from common household ingredients and a bit of cotton wadding.

Yes, well, let's get your... Right up your culinary alley, kiddo. Thanks for

vote of confidence, oh kindred one.

First, we'll need to poach some egg.

As always, you must be extremely careful handling these little beauties, or...

As we say in the chef biz, the yolk's on you.

I've been accused of having a sense of humor.

Beauty!

Sage advice.

Heaven knows we've had our share of egg accidents.

Who could ever forget the air hammer incident?

Tragic. And voila!

An epicurean delight.

Sir chip beef and smothered in a ketchup hollandaise sauce.

Bon appetit.

Oh,

morning, Taz.

Nice of you to pop by for breakfast.

Leave us not be rude to our guest, brother.

He seems to be partial to eggs.

How about I whip up a nice omelet?

Yeah, yeah.

Snacking? Allow me to reconnoiter.

It's going to take a pretty big omelet to fill this space.

We'll obviously need bigger eggs.

Too bad we don't stock any of the five of the ones we saw on our birdwatching

expedition. Of course, the rare pair up on Pointy Peak.

trailblazing devotion to his work.

Inspirational.

Beautiful day for an outing, eh, bro?

Perfect in every detail.

I wonder where Kaz has gotten off to.

Shall we pause to consider this irony?

Maybe later.

You have to admire his persistence.

Ferociously intense.

Not that he's likely to make much progress, given his choice of

Obviously, brute strength is insufficient to the gravity of his

Bravo, bro.

Well, quip.

Brains and humor are a rare combination in one so young.

Still,

you're the one who got the good look.

Even so, this sort of situation definitely calls for intellect.

In short, the Waterfoot Brothers!

Taz, old boy.

So glad you dropped by.

We've decided to offer our assistance in your little endeavor.

No need to thank us. Your happiness is our reward.

These miniature all -terrain vehicles are an inspiration, brood buddy.

Actually, they were the first thing I found on the truck.

These nifty remote controls will allow us to guide our dear friend directly to

his goal without a hitch. What could be simpler?

An elevator?

Too late for that.

Rapers, start your engines.

Five, four, three, two, go.

Don't laugh. I am going left.

Try the other left.

Oh.

Here's the problem. Just as I suspected.

Somebody installed this watchamahoochie backwards.

You have such a gift for technical language, oh scholarly sibling.

Elementary, my dear duplicate.

Correcto.

Now I am in a quandary.

No, no. Stop blaming yourself, Klansman.

Technology's the culprit here.

Right you are.

Science be blamed.

It really shouldn't be possible to defy gravity that way.

Be an observation, brother.

I'll admit that our previous plans may have contained one or two oversights.

Like the falling down thing.

Exactly.

Lucky thing we had the super grip suction cups on the truck.

With these, you'll be able to scale the side of this old cliff in no time flat.

Up you go, then. Time for wasting.

Not the answer.

We must learn to face adversity head on.

Let's go over this one more time.

You want the eggs, right? And we want you to have the eggs, right?

Of course we do.

So, all we have to do is work together, right?

I sense some reluctance.

Badly true, fellow fellow.

Rocket power!

That's what's in these days. All these stylish devils are wearing it.

You know, in retrospect, I seem to recall reading something about how this

particular brand of rocket explodes when it reaches a predetermined altitude.

Live and learn.

It baffles me how we could have completely overlooked such an obvious

Orville and Wilbur had the right idea, and they were brothers. Of course, they

weren't platypi.

Yeah, but they eventually overcame that handicap and soared into history.

And now it's our turn. All we need is the pilot. Up you go, airman.

Boy, we envy you, Tav.

Imagine the thrill of piloting this craft on its maiden voyage.

I'd get all goose pimply just thinking about it.

Contact! Ah, nothing so satisfying as having something you personally

come to fruition.

A gripping moment, fellow craftsman.

By the by.

What's it for?

Steering.

Look at him go.

Quite the barnstormer.

Perhaps I erred in linking the entire back half to the main pin.

Especially since we used it to tether the front half.

Hmm.

Lucky thing you thought to add some extra fuel. I did.

Whoa!

is done.

Not quite. We still have to inadvertently initiate the hilarious

ending. Right you are, old storyteller supreme.

really was a surprise ending. Took me completely off guard.