Morton:
Gathering, gathering! Nigel, that includes you.
[Nigel looks up, disturbed]
Morton:
Beaks closed, ears open!
Cecil:
Friends, wanderers, marabous! When those Zambezians flocked together, they created an inside!
Morton:
[Supporting every word]
Inside!
Cecil:
And an outside!
Morton:
Outside!
Cecil:
And if you hadn't noticed, we are on the outside.
Morton:
Here we are!
Cecil:
The Cold, lonely, Desolate, outside.
Morton:
Hooo Hooo Hooo Hooo Hooo Hooo,
[Pretends to be chilly]
Morton:
Frigid Africa.
Cecil:
And why?
Morton:
Don't know, it's a mystery!
[Gets slapped by Cecil]
Cecil:
Because, they didn't like the look of us.
Marabous:
And what is wrong with what we look like?
Cecil:
They just want their little tree-house all to themselves! How sporty is that!
Morton:
Very sporty!
[Gets slapped again]
Cecil:
Not very!
Morton:
No! terrible!
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