Cecil:
Birds! Bugs! And Beasts! Stir your stuffs! Come and see the great owl! I don't care if you wear flesh, fur, fins, or feathers! You got a problem! The owls the Bible with the answer.
[Tim and Jenny runs over to the tree where Cecil the caterpillar stands. Tim looks up at the tree and climbs up. Cecil grabs Tim's tail with his stick and pulls him down]
Cecil:
Hey not so fast short stuff. The way it works is this. You want something from the owl. You've got to have something for the owl.
17 Year Old Tim:
How about this.
[Tim pulls out his slingshot out of his vest]
Cecil:
A twig? ha! Where in the forest can you bring a twig? What's next? A leaf? Some dirt? Beat it kid! Go find a nice trap to play in!
17 Year Old Tim:
Who are you anyway?
Cecil:
The name's Cecil. I'm the owls, spokes bug you might say. You wanna see him, you gotta deal with Ow! Hey!
[Jenny steps on his shoe]
Jenny McBride:
The owl! Now!
Cecil:
Easy on the tootsie, tootsie! I've paid good money for this pedicure. In there. Mention my name and you'll get a good seat.
[Tim climbs up the tree]
17 Year Old Tim:
I'm going in.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:10