Babar: The Old Lady Vanishes – Ep.61

Babar: The Old Lady Vanishes – Ep.61


(Bird hooting) ♪ (Fire crackling) (Pom giggling) (Giggling) Hi, Papa. (Snoring) Uncle Arthur! Mama, Mama! (Giggling) (Children giggling) ♪ (Both laughing) (Screaming) More forms
for you, sire. (Sighing)
Pompadour, please. How much paperwork
can one king endure? I’m not sure. Hm. Please sign
these quickly, sire. I have your entire schedule
timed right down to the minute. You have a luncheon with the
Ladies’ Limbo League at 2:00, a conference call with
the Koala King at 3:00, and the annual Fly Fishermen’s
Flotilla and Fish Feast at 4:00. I’m still full
from the last time. MADAME:
Hello, Babar. Pompadour. Madame,
how wonderful to see you. Pompadour,
look who’s back. How nice to see
you again, Madame. We simply must sit
down and catch up. You have
two minutes. I see Pompadour is keeping
you as busy as ever, Babar. Some things
never change, especially you,
my dear. Tell me, how
were your travels? I wouldn’t know
where to begin. Rome was romantic, the Orient was fascinating,
and Africa was breathtaking. And Paris?
How was Paris? Beautiful.
You said it yourself, Babar. Some things never change. We had some grand
times there, didn’t we? We certainly did. I can’t understand
why you’ve never gone back. It’s not that
I haven’t wanted to. Paris is like
a second home to me. I planned to take the whole
family there a number of times, but my schedule
never permitted it. One minute left. Babar, this letter
just arrived for you. It’s from the mayor of Paris,
and it’s marked urgent. Well,
what does it say? The mayor is
requesting our presence at a highly
important meeting. The mayor wants me? What an honour. No, actually,
he wants Madame and I. Whatever for, Babar? He can’t say.
It’s top secret. His only instructions
are that we deliver the briefcase
to him personally. The document inside is vital
to the success of the meeting. We’re not to let it out
of our sight for a second. Briefcase?
What briefcase? POMPADOUR:
Cornelius? Ah, good heavens!
I left it in the hall. (Panting)
There! How very intriguing. I wonder what’s inside. We’ve been asked not to open
it until we reach Paris. Don’t tell me that you are
actually considering embarking
on this mission. What if it’s dangerous?
What about my schedule? My, my, how exciting. We’ve never performed
a top secret mission before. A few ,assignments, yes,
and scores of chores, but never
a top secret mission. I wonder what
this is all about. Whatever it is,
it must be important, Babar. Clear my schedule,
Pompadour. We’re catching
the next train to Paris. ♪ Cornelius, do you really
think we need them? Uh, due to the top-secret
nature of our mission, Pompadour thought professional
protection would be wise. Check your bags, sire? Hey! Yes, of course.
Cornelius? Excellent work, men,
top notch. But I’m afraid we
won’t be needing you for the rest of the trip. Can I check that
for you, ma’am? No! I’ll just carry it, if you don’t mind. Gee, jumpy group. Huh? Say, Basil, isn’t
that Babar over there? BASIL:
The green suit and the crown
is a dead giveaway, sir. I wonder
where he’s going. Judging by the name
of the train, the Paris Express,
I’d have to go out on a limb and say he was
going to Paris. All right, Pompadour. (Gasping) What’s going on? Why is Babar
going to Paris? Babar? Paris? Hmph! Don’t play dumb with me. Just trying to keep
things at your level. (Basil laughing) You better not be
laughing, Basil. Oh, come on, Pompadour. Surely you can
give us a hint? Okay, but you’ve got to promise
not to say who told you. Only if you promise
not to say who asked. Deal! You won’t believe this, but the
mayor of Paris has requested our presence at a highly
important meeting of the minds. You’re right.
I don’t believe it. BASIL:
The mayor needs you? Well, actually he asked
for Babar and Madame. (Train whistle blowing) CONDUCTOR:
All aboard! Now if you’ll excuse me. We can’t keep
the mayor waiting. Well if that doesn’t
just chew my shoes. Something eating you, sir? RATAXES:
The mayor of Paris needs Babar
at a meeting of the minds? What’s wrong with my mind? Don’t answer that Basil. I’m getting tired
of always coming in second to that polite pachyderm. Huh? Holy horn warmers!
Did you see that? Yeah, that guy just snuck
aboard without paying. Not only that, King Babar
could be in danger. You’re right, Basil. Come on,
we’ve got a train to catch. I can’t believe I’m
actually on my way to Paris. Might I remind you, sire,
that this is a business trip. Quite right. We have
a mission to carry out. My tusks! The briefcase!
It’s gone! MADAME:
Calm yourself, Cornelius. It’s right here. (Gasping)
Oh, thank heavens. That reminds me. Where are the secret
service fellows? We sent them home,
Pompadour. Sent them home? D-Do you think
that was wise? Who knows what kinds
of nefarious knaves are lurking
aboard this train! Pompadour is right. I’ve read more than my share
of mystery novels in my time, and it seems what we’ve created
here is a classic case of motive,
the top-secret documents, and opportunity, us trapped
aboard a speeding train. All we need now
is a mysterious stranger and the well-known
blunt instrument. (Chuckling) (Gasping) (Gasping) (Laughing) (Sighing) This is just
so big of you: risking life and limb
to get aboard that train and save Babar’s life. That is why you’re
doing this, isn’t it, sir? Partly, yeah. But mostly to score
points with the mayor. Get us closer, Basil. Okay, Basil, I’ll
jump first, then you. Got it? Got it. Charge! Yahoo!
Wonderful, Your Rhighness. Just jump, Basil! (Screaming) (Whistle blowing) Good night, all. Good night. If you don’t mind, I’d like to hold on
to the briefcase tonight. I’ll rest easier
knowing you’re safe. To be quite honest,
I’ll sleep better without it. Good night, Babar. Sleep well. So far, so good.
No bad guys in sight. So? So we’re going to stake
out Babar’s cabin. Oh, and when the bad
guy makes his move– Bam!
We grab him! Good plan,
Your Rhighness. I thought so, he-he.
But stay on your toes, Basil. The only way we can save
Babar and impress the mayor is by keeping our rhino
senses razor sharp. You can count
on me, sir. (Snoring) ♪ Who are you?
What do you want? (Train whistle blowing) (Train whistle blowing) Ah, there’s nothing
like the rhythmic rocking of a rocketing train
to induce a good night’s sleep. Wouldn’t you agree,
Pompadour? Whole heartedly,
Cornelius. Has anyone seen
Madame this morning? Why no, sire,
not as yet. Perhaps she’s still asleep. You know, there’s nothing like
the rhythmic rocking of a– Yes, Cornelius,
we remember! But it’s not
like Madame to oversleep. No it isn’t. How could you let us
fall asleep like that? I couldn’t
help it, sir. You know, there’s nothing
like the rhythmic rocking of a rocketing train
to induce a good night’s sleep. I’ve heard that. Take a peek and see if Babar’s
finished breakfast yet. And see if the cook has made
those muffins. I’m starved! BASIL:
He’s done, sir.
And he’s headed this way. We got to hide! Oh, indubitably. No, in here. (Crashing) Good heavens,
where could she be? Something isn’t
right here. You don’t
suppose someone–? Does this answer
your question? My tusks!
You can’t be serious. I’m afraid so. Madame has
been kidnapped. (Gasping) Oh, my tusks. (Door opening) It’s no use, sire. We’ve searched
the train from end to end, and there’s
no sign of her. But that’s
impossible. Conductor, did anyone
leave the train last night? We’re going
90 miles an hour. Obviously, the culprit
was after the briefcase and thought
Madame had it. Then where has he taken her? CORNELIUS: Nowhere. Ahem, it is
my considered opinion that Madame and her
captor are still aboard. We must search
the train. We’ve searched
the train already. Correct. But now we must search
using an eye for detail, and a mind skilled
in the art of mystery solving. And what makes you such
an expert at solving mysteries? By having read every
mystery novel ever written. Do you really think
you can find her? Yes,
I can find Madame. But in order to do that, we must uncover
the identity of her captor. And how do you
propose we do that? By engaging in
an in-depth investigation involving an exhaustive
series of clue sifting and suspect questioning,
a time-consuming process, which could take weeks,
maybe even months. There he is! Or we could get lucky and bump
right into the blighter. CORNELIUS:
After him! ♪ (Groaning) And now we shall see
who kidnapped Madame. ELEPHANTS:
Rataxes? What are you doing here? Nothing,
is there some law against two rhinoceroses
traveling by train? In matching trench
coats and hats? Well, this
is just dandy. The real culprit is probably
half way to Timbuktu by now. That’s where you’re
wrong, Pompadour. Having given this case
considerable thought, I have narrowed the guilty party
down to four possible suspects. That’s wonderful. Who are they? I demand to see the faces of
these degenerates immediately! Us? You suspect us
of kidnapping Madame? The guilty party was
obviously someone she knew and, ironically, even trusted. (Gulping) That someone
is in this room. (Gasping) But to arrive at the answer, one must delve deep into
the psyche of the guilty party. Wonderful. Pompadour? Yes? Isn’t it true that you
were insanely jealous of Madame’s
relationship with Babar? No! And isn’t it also true that you harboured a deep and
lasting resentment against her for casually tossing aside your
perfectly planned schedule to embark on this
mayoral mission? Well, maybe just a smidge. And, Rataxes– You got nothing
on me, Shamus! You loathe Babar
and everything he stands for. Well, yeah. And isn’t it true that
Babar is who he is today due in large part to years
of tutelage by Madame? And isn’t it also true that
you stand to benefit the most if the woman behind
Babar’s rise to greatness
suddenly disappeared? Yeah!
I mean, no. And Basil. You’re a fitness
nut, are you not? Well, I hate to brag. The old lady
was in fine shape for a woman her age,
wouldn’t you say? I guess so. And wouldn’t you also say
that the fact that she was in such top physical
condition bothered you? Even angered you? Here is a woman more
than three times your age, and yet she could still out do
you in the 50-yard dash. All right! All right,
it bothered me! I admit it! (Sobbing) We all know you are
not the guilty party. (Sobbing) I’m not? He’s not? He’s not? No, none of
the aforementioned is. Then if we’re not guilty, that leaves– Babar! ALL:
Babar? I knew it all along. CORNELIUS:
You resented her freedom
to travel the world while you became a prisoner
in a cage of your own making, chained to a desk,
weighed down by the responsibilities
of being king. No! Over the years your envy for
Madame’s free-wheeling ways turned to anger. And on the night in question,
you acted on that anger. No! CORNELIUS:
You broke into Madame’s room.
And as she slept,you cancelled Madame’s
travel plans permanently.
(Train whistle blowing) ♪ (Train whistle blowing) (Announcer speaking
in French over PA) Here’s your man, men. Take him away. Cornelius, I am innocent. You’ve got
to believe me. Have you lost
your mind, man? King Babar simply isn’t capable
of such a despicable act. Tell them, Rataxes. I think he did it. Rataxes! The pressure of being king finally got to him
and he snapped. Can happen
to the best of them. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a meeting
of the minds to make. Out of my way, flatfoot. The mayor is waiting for this. Thank you.
I am the mayor. You are?
Well, of course you are! The name’s Rataxes,
Lord Rataxes. We got the briefcase to you as
soon as could, Your Mayorness. No thanks
to Babar here. You want me
to open that now? If you don’t mind,
I’d like Babar to open it. Surprise? Surprise? Welcome back
to Paris, Babar. ALL:
Surprise! ♪ A surprise party
for Babar by the city of Paris. How loved can you get? Father, Father! You mean this
was all a trick? Yes, quite
deceitful, I admit. But how else were
we to get Babar to take a vacation
with his family? MAYOR:
And since Madame
is an old friend of mine, I was only too happy
to play along. I-I don’t know
what to say. I’m speechless. And so am I. Why wasn’t I in
on the surprise? Oh, we didn’t mean to hurt
your feelings, Pompadour, but everyone knows
you can’t keep a secret. Can too! That’s right. Only yesterday, Rataxes
and I asked Pompadour not to say anything
about us horning in on Babar’s visit with
the mayor, and he didn’t. Pardon me, Basil,
but who told you about the mayor’s
invitation? That was supposed
to be top secret. He’s got you
there, Pompadour. (All laughing) Thank you all. This was
totally unexpected. And quite wonderful. But how did you manage
to leave the train? Oh, it wasn’t easy. As it turned out,
a problem arose and Arthur took it
upon himself to sneak aboard
the train to inform me. CORNELIUS:
The problem threatened
to ruin the surprise.
And since Madame was the only
person who could solve it,
we stopped the train
in the middle of the night
and whisked her
ahead to Paris.
Arthur? In the flesh! That must have been some
problem. What was it? Nobody knew how many
candles to put on the cake. (All laughing) MADAME:
Thirty candles
for the 30 years since we first
met in Paris. (All cheering) Welcome home, Babar. (Bells clanging) ♪

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