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[theme music]
Stand back, musketeers. They shall sample my blade. Touche.
[grunting]
Musketeers? Hm? En garde? My blade?
[trotting]
Hey, psst. Whoever's in charge here?
The scenery! Where's the scenery?
Stand back, musketeers. They shall sample my...blade?
Mm? Okay, have it your way.
♪ Daffy Ducky, he had a farm E I A I O ♪
♪ And on this farm he had an igloo ♪
♪ E I ee hi oh h ♪
Would it be too much to ask if we could make up our minds? Hmm?
clank
♪ Dashing through the snow Ya ha ha ha ♪
♪ Through the fields we go Laughing all the way ♪
♪ Farewell to thee Farewell to thee ♪
♪ The wind will carry back our sad refra-a-in ♪
♪ One last embrace before we say ♪
Hmm. Hmph.
Buster, it may come as a complete surprise to you
to find that this is an animated cartoon.
And that in animated cartoons they have scenery.
And in all the years I've--
(Daffy Duck) 'Alright, wise guy, where am I?'
[no audio]
[shooting]
[horn]
[donkey braying] hee-haw. hee-haw, hee-haw
[rooster crowing]
[laugh]
[monkey chattering]
meow
[screaming]
And I've never been so humiliated in all my life!
Look, Mac, just what's going on around here?
Let's get organized. Hmm? How about some scenery?
That's dandy. Ho ho. That's rich, I'll say.
Now how about some color, stupid.
Hey!
Not me, you slop artist!
[panting]
Well, where's the rest of me?
It isn't as though I haven't Iived up
to my contract, goodness knows.
And goodness knows, it isn't as though
I haven't kept myself trim.
Goodness knows, I-I've done that.
That's strange. All of a sudden, I don't quite feel like myself.
Oh, I feel alright. And yet, I-I, uh...e-e-e!
You know better than that!
(Daffy Duck) 'Well?'
Hmm. Sea picture, eh?
I always wanted to do a sea epic.
Now, Mr. Rembrandt, if you'll kindly oblige
with a little appropriate scenery.
♪ Over the sea let's go men ♪
♪ We're shovin' right off we're shovin' right off ♪
Again?
splash
Say, come here! Come here! Give me a close-up.
A close-up.
This is a close-up?
[screaming] A close-up, you jerk! A close-up!
Thanks for the sour persimmons, cousin.
Now look, buster, let's have an understanding.
thud
Now what?
Brother, what a way to run a railroad.
Now, as I was saying--
splat
[grunting]
[panting]
A-a-ah!
Alright, let's get this picture started.
(Daffy Duck) 'No-o! No-o!'
Listen, pal, let's discuss this thing sanely, huh?
Look, I tell you what. You go your way and I'll go mine.
Live and let live, right? Right.
Ladies and gentlemen, there will be no further delays.
So I shall attempt to entertain you
in my own inim-m-mitable fashion.
- Now what? - What are you doing down there?
Down here? What are you doing up there? Down here.
Listen, bud, if you wasn't me, I'd smack you right in the ***.
Don't let that bother ya, Jack.
Okay, buddy, you asked for it.
[whirring]
thud
Oh, brother, I'm a buzz-boy.
[whirring]
crash
Uh-oh. Time to hit the old silk.
Geronimo-o-o!
[whooshing]
clang
"Under a spreading chestnut tree the village smithy stands
"The smith, a mighty man is he, with strong and sinewy..
kaboom
...hands."
Alright, enough is enough.
This is the final, the very, very last straw!
Who is responsible for this?
I demand that you show yourself!
Who are you?
plonk
Ain't I a stinker?
[theme music]
[theme music]
[music continues]
[instrumental music]
[music continues]
Sh-h. Be very very quiet.
I'm hunting wabbits. Ha-ha-ha.
Oh, boy! Wabbit twacks.
Oh, Bugsy. Bugsy pal.
There's a friend here to see ya.
Survival of the fittest.
And besides, it's fun. Ho-ho, ho-ho.
Did someone knock?
[gun fires]
Eh, what's up, doc?
Now I got you-you wabbit!
Ha-ha-ha.
Say, doc..
...you trying to get yourself in trouble with the law?
This ain't rabbit huntin' season.
It's not?
No, it's duck huntin' season.
That, sir, is an in-mitigated frab-rication.
It's rabbit season.
Duck season.
Rabbit season.
Duck season.
Rabbit season.
Duck season.
Rabbit season.
Rabbit season.
Duck season.
Rabbit season.
I say it's duck season. And I say, fire!
***
Hmph.
Let's try that again.
Okay.
I'll start it this time.
R-r-ight.
Rabbit season.
Duck season.
Rabbit season.
Rabbit season.
Duck season. Fire!
***
Okay.
This time you start it.
Whatever you say.
Rabbit.
Duck! Fire!
***
What's the matter?
Everything's upside down.
Strange.
Can't make heads or tails of things.
Hey, you. Come back here.
[clicking]
Well, what do you know? No more buwwets.
No more buwwets!
Hey, laughing boy, no more buwwets.
No more bullets?
Here, let me see that thing. Hmm.
***
Well, what do you know?
One buwwet weft.
One buwwet weft?
Hey, laughing boy, there was--
I know, I know!
Hmm. Devilishly clever.
Uh-oh.
Eh..
...what's up, doc?
Having any luck on those ducks? It's duck season, you know?
Just a darn minute.
Where do you get that duck season stuff?
Says so right over there on that sign. You're so smart.
You know what to do with that gun, doc.
***
You're des-picable.
Yes, you're des-picable and-and-and picable.
And...and then you're very definitely des-picable.
H-how a person can get so-so despicable
in one lifetime is beyond me.
It isn't as though I, I haven't met a lot of people.
Goodness knows it isn't that.
It isn't that's that. Goodness knows.
It isn't.
(Daffy) 'It's-it's des-picable.'
Fillet of duck Bordelaise maitre d'butter. Yum-yum.
Duck polonaise under glass. Mmm-mm.
Rabbit au gratin de gelatin under tooled leather.
Oh, drool d-rool.
Barbecued duck meat with broiled duck bill Milanese.
Yummy-yum.
Chicken-fried rabbit with cottontail sauce
braised in carrots. Mmm-mm.
I'm sowwy, fellas. But I'm a vegetawian.
I just hunt for the sport of it. Ha-ha-ha.
Oh, yeah? Well, there's other sport besides huntin', ya know?
Anyone for tennis?
***
Nice game.
Now, you screwy wabbit..
...you're next.
***
[gun firing]
Awight. Come out or I'll blast you out.
For shame, doc.
Huntin' rabbits with an elephant gun.
Elephant gun?
That's right, doc.
So why don't ya go shoot yourself an elephant?
You do and I'll give you such a pinch!
thwack
Oh, just wait till I get that screwy wabbit
and that screwball duck.
[sniffing]
[barking]
[sniffing]
[barking]
gr-r
[gun fires]
Hey! What's the big idea?
Why don't you wook where you...ha!
Oh, how simply dreadful.
You poor little man.
Did I hurt you with my naughty gun?
Aw, shucks. Well, I..
Ha-ha-ha.
[growling]
Yeow!
Gypsy, you naughty bow-wow. Stop that.
Okay, wabbit. I see through that disguise.
Say your prayers.
You too, duck.
swoosh
Rabbit season.
Duck season.
Rabbit season.
Duck season
Rabbit season!
Duck season.
[instrumental music]
Oh-oh!
[gun firing]
- Sh-h. - Sh-h.
Be very very quiet. We're hunting Elmers.
Ha-ha-ha
[theme music]