لک لک ها - بخش نهم

Title: storks – part 9

Text:

Well, at least the baby's quiet.

Are you out of your mind?

A baby cries and you crash a plane?

Hey, hey, hey! I was busy with the pod!

Why didn't you turn on the autopilot?

I was panicking! Listen to me, Tulip.

- You crashed a plane, did you hear me?

- The baby is quiet.

- You crashed a plane!

- The baby is quiet!

- The baby is quiet?

- The baby is quiet!

- Why didn't you say anything?

- Oh, no!

Why is it quiet?

Open the pod! Open the pod!

Open the pod! Open the pod!

How do you open this thing?

How do you open it? Come on!

BOTH: Aw.

- (LAUGHS)

- (SIGHS)

Oh, my gosh.

You know what I just realized?

This baby and I have the same birthday.

Oh, yeah. I don't care.

You crashed the plane.

I don't need you anymore.

I'm going to deliver

the package myself. Goodbye.

What? You're breaking up the team?

\"Team\"? What is wrong with you?

You and I are not a team. We are nothing.

There is no \"we.\"

This is all your fault. This.

- (INFANT SQUEALS)

- This. This!

(METAL CREAKS)

(VOICE ECHOING) All of this.

A good day to you, Orphan Tulip.

A good day.

Well, just so you know, I'll be fine.

- (JUNIOR GRUNTING)

- (TULIP SOBBING)

I'm the most popular person

in the entire Letter Sorting department.

- JUNIOR: I can't hear you!

- I said that...

JUNIOR: Yeah, it just sounds

like \"Blah, blah, blah,\"

but mixed with crying.

TULIP: But that's not what I'm...

Junior, come here.

JUNIOR: I can't hear what you're saying,

but I assume it's lame.

I said I'm the most popular person...

JUNIOR: Lame!

- (WIND HOWLING)

- (JUNIOR GRUNTING)

Tulip's dumb.

There's a reason she doesn't fit in.

If you're smart enough to build a plane,

then who wrecks one?

I'm gonna deliver this package

and be back at Stork Mountain in no time.

- (GROWLING)

- (GASPS)

(SNARLING)

Oh, great. Now I'm surrounded by wolves!

What are you gonna do,

knock me unconscious?

Perfect!

(GROANS)

Oh, seriously?

I'm not talking to you. I'm mad at you!

(SARCASTICALLY)

Oh, no. Really? What am I gonna do?

We are done! This conversation is over.

Last word, me!

- Last word.

- Me.

- Last word. Last word.

- Me. Me. Me.

- (BOTH SCREAMING)

- (WOLVES SNARLING AND HOWLING)

(GASPS)

- (INFANT GIGGLES)

- (ROARS)

Listen, I'm the alpha.

I'm gonna eat this thing first.

I'm gonna be the new alpha.

No. There is no...

There's no need for a new alpha.

I'm the alpha!

- You...

- You're not even a beta.

I'm the alpha!

No, you're not the alpha!

(LAUGHS)

BOTH: Aw!

(STUTTERS) What just happened?

- What was that?

- What did that thing just do?

- I'm sorry. Where were we?

- Oh, yeah.

(GROWLS AND LAUGHS)

I'm gonna devour this thing.

I'm gonna bite her arm clean off.

(GRUNTS)

(GIGGLES)

You didn't bite her arm clean off.

This tastes like flowers.

Okay, stand aside.

(GROWLS)

- Look at you. Look what you did.

- (INFANT COOING)

I did the same thing you did.

(GIGGLES)

- Are you in love?

- I am in love.

- Are you in love?

- I'm in love, too.

I agree. I agree. I agree. I agree.

Hey, guys!

This tiny thing is now a wolf, everybody.

- WOLF 1: What did he say?

- WOLF 2: What? What's happening?

- Louder. We're in the back!

- We're keeping it!

- Back of the pack, we're keeping it!

- Okay, thank you.

Aw, look at that.

The delivery is now complete.

Now, I just need to find

a way out of here.

Wait, you're not gonna deliver

her to her actual parents?

Baby doesn't know the difference

because babies are dumb.

Oh, babies are not dumb.

They are super dumb.

Babies have a higher level of intelligence

than we will ever understand.

You sound like a baby

that learned how to talk.

I am a baby that learned how to talk!

Hey, I want to teach it

to walk around in circles

- before it lays down.

- Yes. Yes. Yes.

That's my favorite thing to teach.

Don't get too close,

you're gonna scare it!

I'm not... Ow!

- (LAUGHS)

- WOLVES: Aw!

- Huh. The baby, it's laughing!

- Yeah. Good for it.

No.

Okay, I apologize for what

I'm about to do. (WHISTLES)

- Ow!

- Sorry.

- (INFANT EXCLAIMS)

- WOLVES: Aw!

- Stop it!

- Sorry.

- (SQUEALING)

- TULIP: Sorry.

- That's my face!

- Sorry!

(INFANT EXCLAIMING)

- Why did you stop?

- Come on!

Okay, I get the plan.

I can fake it. I can fake it!

Okay, okay. Fake it!

Ow!

(SNARLING)

JUNIOR: Wait!

Hold on a second, okay? Wait.

All right, I have an idea.

Imagine how much harder

she could hit me if you cut us down.

Oh, yeah! I could really wail on this guy.

I mean, you don't have to

go that hard, but...

- Oh, I think I do.

- Well...

Oh, I'm still mad at you.

Cut 'em down!