Jim Crow:
[as Timothy and Dumbo walk away sadly]
Hey brother, now wa-wa-wait a minute. You don't hafta leave feelin' like that. We done seen the light. You boys is okay.
Timothy Q. Mouse:
Please. You've done enough.
Jim Crow:
But we's all fixin' to 'hep ya. Ain't that the truth, boys?
[the other crows fly down, all agreeing happily]
Jim Crow:
You wanna make the elephant fly, don't ya? Well, you gotta use a lot of 'chology. You know, *psy*-chology. Now here's what you do. First, you'll uh...
Jim Crow:
[all the crows whisper]
Jim Crow:
And then right after that, you'll uh...
[whispers continue]
Jim Crow:
[plucks a feather from the youngest crow's tail; he yelps]
Use the magic feather. Catch on?
Timothy Q. Mouse:
[accepting the feather]
The magic feather?
[smiles, now getting the secret, then winks as he gives Jim an elbow in the wing]
Timothy Q. Mouse:
Yeah! I gotcha.
[rushes joyfully to Dumbo, then places the feather at the end of his trunk]
Timothy Q. Mouse:
Dumbo! Look! Have I got it! The magic feather! Now you can fly!
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