We're gonna be fine. Right, Lofty?
Ah, yes, l...
Indubitably. Birds of a feather and all that. What?
Ha-ha.
Right, Lofty, old mate. We stick together.
Hey, Tailfeather, can you believe we're the ones they picked
to send on the most important mission in World War ll?
Yeah!
Me too!
Truthfully, I'm not a good singer.
Always off-key.
Enough already!
You've been jabbering for days.
Who gave me the serum?
You want me to talk? OK, I'm talking.
I'm glad you did this.
Homing pigeon racket is all well and good,
but it's a stiff upper beak rubbish all the time.
I've got feelings. I want to express them.
Like, I always used to think my favorite color was blue,
'cause it's for boys...
Shut up! Shut up!
I demand better treatment. The mice don't treat me like this.
Those Resistance chappies, with their fabulous view over the harbor.
The last time I was in the attic in St. Pierre...
St. Pierre?
Oh, the truth serum is genius.
Cover his cage.
I'm curious. What is your favorite color?
Pink!
Not like a hot pink or a pastely pink.
Just a kind of... pink pink. You know what I mean.
None of the rinky-dink pinks.
Uh, excuse me?
I like pink too.
Come on. Chin up, Valiant.
Stiff upper beak.
Gentlemen, get ready to drop.
- Are you ready to drop? - Oh...
I think I've dropped already.
It's OK to be scared, fellows. I'd be worried if you weren't.
It won't get better, but you'll get used to it.
Go, go, go!
Oh, my!
- It's jammed! - Oh...
Sir, let me help you.
No. Go now! That's an order!
Yes, sir.
Come on, Gutsy. Get out of there.
Oh, come on.
Hello? Hello?
- A little help, chaps? - Hold on.
- We'll get you out now. - Cheers.
A bit of a tenuous landing, that, but I daresay it could've been worse.
- Look out. - Oh, my.
Sorry, Lofty.
Not to worry, old chap.
Hmpf. I say. Bit of a muddle, this.
But at least we're all in one piece.
- Not quite all. - Where's Gutsy?
- He was still in the plane. - What do you mean?
His cage got stuck. I... I don't think he got out.
Ah. Well, that's it. We're dead. We're finished.
It's been a good run. Nice knowing you.
You're quite mistaken. I'm sure he made it out.
Gutsy always makes it out. He's going to come and find us
and give us the plans for the mission.
Then, who has the backup plan?
You want the backup plan? Um, we die.
- That's the backup plan. - But I'm not ready to die.
Am l? No one's asked me.
So many books to read.
- Regrets. Why? Why? - That's it. We're all dead.
Everyone, be quiet. Quiet!
We need a plan.
The plan is...
...is to find a safe location to plan the next move.
You heard the bird.
So, our plan is to, uh...
...make a plan.
Come on.
France is spooky.
- Vive la France! - Shh. Quiet.
Did you hear that? There's someone in there.
Somebody better go and have a look.
All right. I'll go.
All right, you turkeys, let's go.
Valiant, just pull yourself together.
- There's nothing in here. - Unless you're counting guns, bombs,
- The falcon. Pigeon-eating falcons. - Pigeon-eating falcons?
Tailfeather, let's get you out of the grail.
Thattaboy. Come on. Here we go.
- Thanks, guys. - Vive la France!
Pardonez-moi, my pigeon friends.
You are the RHPS, no?
Yes, sir.
French Resistance, Mouse Division.
Oh. Well, am I glad to see you, I'll tell you.
How did you find us?
Well, there was the plane and the explosion.
- And the screaming and the pleading. - Um...
More screaming, the begging, the crying,
the whining, whinging, yelling, boohooing.
Enough about that.
-Absolutely. -Definitely. Yep.
Uh, allow me to introduce myself.
I am Charles De Girl.
De Girl? Why do they call you De Girl?
Because I am a girl.
The one and only girl.
Oh, I like France.
- Do you speak French? - Well, um, mais oui.
Does ooh, la, la mean anything to you?
Or va-va-voom? Oh, yeah.
- Does bonjour... - All right.
Look, we don't have time for this.
You have a message, we have a mission. Let's get on with it.
Not so fast, monsieur.
This is Rollo.
He is an expert in sab...
Sabotage.
Sabotage!
Rollo, not now!
No! Down! Rollo, stop!
Pardon.
Now, monsieur, before you continue on your mission,
- it is our national custom to... - Break the bread?
And cut the cheese.
Thank you, but we just don't have time to eat.
And anyway, we're birds. We don't eat cheese.
We don't?
- About that message? - We will take you to it.
But the road is dangerous and guarded by the enemy falcon.
This cannot be a problem for highly-trained pigeons.
That is why you are Squad A, oui?
The thing is, you see...
- Squad B? - Not Squad B.
Squad C?
So then you are Squad D.
Just between us,
Squad D was never really all it was cracked up to be.
I will not lie to you. You will definitely be eaten by the falcons.
Wow.
That was some fine fromage.
- Can you burp on cue? - Yeah.
I can burp on all the letters, not just Q.
Watch this. A.
B, C.
Shh. Be silent. The falcons.
- Oh! - I say.
Excuse me.
Come on.
Falcons.
All clear.
Wow.
Stop that!
Oh, Squad F!
- We are here. - This is invigorating.
The attic. There it is. Fly, English pigeons, fly.
Oh! Oh, dear.
- Sorry, love. - Dirty bird.
Lofty Pigeon, at your service.
Hold on, mademoiselle.
Oi, he's heavy, this one.
There they are.
Faster!
Yes! Sabotage!
To the right!
- Over there. - I am going to get you!
Hold on, my dear.
This is it.
I must do the secret knock.
- Who is it? - De Girl.
-we must do the secret password. -Jacques, there is no time!
Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any?
Oh... Wine?
No, no, no. That is yesterday's password.
Cheese?
- Seeds? - Petunias?
Falcons! Jacques, just let us in.
Let me give you le message.
You can give me le massage.
Can we make sure it's a full-body massage?
Message. The message that is to go to London.
Our freedom depends on it.
And, uh, who will carry it, then?
Wait. I'll take it.
- Bugsy? - Extraordinary.
- You said you weren't a team player? - We'll see, won't we?
Good luck, Bugsy. May you fly straight.
And let our instincts guide us home.
Pardon.
Goodbye and good luck, pigeons.
OK. Oh, farewell.
Mmmm...
Absolutely charmed.
Just, uh, one tiny thing.
How are we gonna get out of here?
- We're trapped! - Oh, oh.
Oh, I've had an idea. I've had an idea!
Where are they?
Whoa!
Let's go.
- Hey, it worked like a charm! - They'll teach that one at the academy.
- I hope the others are OK. - Don't count on it.
Evasive action.
Let's go.
Get your claws off of him.
I said let go! I'm the one you want.
Oh, oh... Yee-ha!
You can do better than that, you English pigeon.
Bugsy!
Dinnertime.
Bugsy!
It was not easy, Herr General.
But I have...
...captured their leader.
Leader?
Well, perhaps assistant leader?
But more importantly, Herr General...
Get on with it!
- Oh, oh. - May I present you with...
...the message, Ta-da.
Oh, oh.
The high commander will be pleased.
There will be medals.
Und photographs. Commemorative stamps.
I will personally deliver it to him.
They must be desperate, indeed,
to give the message to this putrid-smelling reject.
Oh, no.
Dennis... You've squished... It was my favorite.
I am. That's exactly... I'm putrefied, stinky, rotten.
Eat me, you'll be sick for a week.
Hmm. Take him away.
- Yes, General. - No, listen, you can't.
I've got a doctor's note. I've got a feather condition.
Wait.
On second thought, he may prove useful.
Yeah. Oh, yes. Oh, yes.
Oh, thank you.
You're very wise. What do you like?
Cards? We can play cards.
Find the pebble. I've got a lovely voice.
♪ There'll be blue birds over
♪ The white cliffs of Dover
That probably annoys you. You don't want that one.
I was thinking more along the lines of a celebration dinner.
Celebration dinner. Brilliant idea. I cook well.
Not I cook well. I won't be in it.
I can make dinner. Bread crumbs. You'll love...
Oh! You haven't tried my bread crumb birdseedy thing.
No.
Pigeon under glass, with a lovely Liebfraumilch reduction.
- Tickle. - What did you do to him?
- Pink... - You all right, mate?
Huh? Wait a minute there!
It's the feng shui. That little bell should be over there.
Um, OK. Yeah.
Who was I kidding? I don't belong here.
I've let everyone down.
Bugsy wouldn't even be here if it weren't for me.
Chaps, there's Valiant. Look. Follow me.
- Valiant! - Hey, Lofty!
- Toughwood! Tailfeather! - You made it.
- Chaps. - It's Gutsy.
- You're alive! - What happened? Tell us what happened.
Plane exploded. Chute gave out.
Free-fall 3,000 feet. Set upon by a pack of wolves.
Flew through barbed wire.
Picked up some shrapnel from a stray grenade.
Fought my way to the rendezvous, and here we are.
Right. We can dispense with the chitchat.
I'm guessing the falcons have acquired the message.
- Yes, sir. - Where's Bugsy?
He sacrificed himself to save me. The falcons got Bugsy and the message.
- Which way did they go? - That way.
Oh, no.
♪ Britons never, never, never will be slaves
♪ Britons never, never, never will be slaves ♪
Snap out of it.
Come on, Bugsy, old boy. Let's find a way out of here.
Where there's a will, there's a way.
Right. You chaps sit tight.
I'll fly in, avoiding the various clever booby traps, and deadly ambushes,
then subdue any resistance and secure the message.
- Absolutely. - Gutsy by name, gutsy by nature.
I will bathe.
- Bring me my best cape. - Yes, Herr General.
- Join the army, you said. - I didn't.
- You did. - It was your idea.
I've had enough of this. Not listening.
Quiet. Shh.
I'm afraid it's not as simple as I thought.
This is a highly-fortified bunker, stuffed to the gills with enemy falcons.
There's only one opening, scarcely big enough for a hummingbird.
It's down the barrel of that gun.
No, gentlemen, I'm afraid it's hopeless.
- I'll do it. - Valiant, no!
Nein, nein, nein. Dummkopf!
Bugsy.
Oh, oh, oh. I'm too young to die.
- I can't believe... - Hey!
Eh? Valiant.
- Bugsy. - Shh.
Hey. The message. It's in there.
Herr General, a cape for you.
No, no, red.
Red says "strong and decisive."
- Red it is. - Yes, Herr General.
Yes, that's what I'm here for.
No, no, wait.
The blue with the eggshell trim.
As many capes as you like, General.
- They're coming. - Gotta have this. Gotta have that.
Valiant, get down.
- How many capes does someone need? - I'm sick of capes.
I hate capes. I hate capes!
Ah. Um...
Here goes.
Oh. Ugh.
I'll get you out of here, Bugs.
It's no use. He took the key with him.
- Complete the mission. - But, Bugsy.
- l-I can't. - Forget about me.
You've got the message. Now get out of here.
- No. Bugsy. - Go.
Don't do it.
Underlingk?
- Uh... - Underlingk?
Ja, Herr General?
My beak wash.
Ja, Herr General.
♪ Pin on my medals on my cape ♪
- Cufflingk? - Ja, Herr General?
My talon clippers.
Ja, Herr General.
Oh, I am magnificent.
Of course, you can have as many capes as you like, General.
- They're coming. - Huh?
Oh!
Get him! Stop him!
- What's going on? - Bugsy!
Oh, yes! Brilliant!
Come on. Last chance. Get up. Get up!
Oh.
Yuck! What is that repulsive odor?
Ahem! Not to rush you or anything. We gotta go. Come on!
Well done, my lad.
- You're from Squad A, right? - It's a long story.
I'll tell you later.
Come on.
You idiots!
- Yeah! - Valiant!
Bugsy, Mercury.
We did it!
-Valiant, you made it. -well done! And the message?
Oh, yes, sir. Safe and sound.
- Good man. - Thank you, sir.
Right, lads. We have a message to deliver.
Let's make wind.
Those falcons are gonna think twice before they try to mess with us.
Enemy fliers.
Toughwood, Tailfeather, figure of eight.
- Disperse. - Yes, sir.
Well done.
Come on, lads. Attack formation.
Valiant, complete the mission. You know where to go.
Keep it tight, now.
Let's go, chaps.
-Charge! -Come on!
You look tired, little bird.
Wouldn't you like a rest... in my belly?
So... you are the elite, huh?
The best of the best?
There's more to me than meets your eye.
Ahh!
I hope I'm gonna make it.
I think I'm gonna make it. I'm going to make it.
You can't escape me, pigeon.
No!
♪ What do you do with the drunken sailor
♪ Early in the morning?
Valiant, back so soon? And alive!
Excitable boy.
What the... Falcon!
Sound the alarm!
Oh, my peg leg...
Sound the alarm!
- Mum! - Valiant!
Hide!
Hmmm.
Huh?
It's just you and me now, pigeon.
This is where it ends.
You are nothing but a lowly wood pigeon.
You are no match for a falcon ruler.
Oh, it's just as imagined! Pieces and shreds!
Valiant!
Come on. Come on, then.
- You great ugly bully! - Leave him alone, you ugly falcon!
Come out, little birdie.
I may even spare your puny little life.
Just stay calm. You can do this.
Pipsqueak!
My name is not Pipsqueak. My name is Valiant!
Oh, ow, ow, ow!
- Valiant. - Good lad!
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a message to deliver.
Oh, wonderful! That's my boy!
Valiant? You've made it?
Valiant Pigeon.
Sir, I have a message to deliver.
- Certainly, yes. - Just one moment.
Gentlemen, a change of plan. We now land in Normandy.
- A change of plan. - Normandy. Repeat: Normandy.
Well done, son.
- This could mean promotion. - I'm proud of you.
- You're a credit to the service. - Thank you, sir.
- Ow! - It's been a... I'm sorry!
Sorry, sorry.
- Valiant. - Well done, old boy.
- I knew you'd do it. - You little beauty.
Well done, mate.
Seeds!
♪ Shoo, shoo, shoo, baby
- ♪ Bye, bye, bye, baby - Ahoy there, Valiant.
Bug juice, on the house, of course.
♪ Don't cry, baby
I'm the hero around here.
- I'm the hero. Do you want to see... - Will you shut up?
I was doing all right till you came over.
- Hello, handsome. - I say.
- Shall we shake a tail feather? - Certainly.
Oh, Sergeant.
Valiant, maybe you and l could, uh...
Sorry, but I'm not available.
I can't stress enough how available I am.
- ♪ Shoo, baby - ♪ Doo-dah doo-day
- ♪ Shoo, baby - ♪ Shoo, shoo, shoo
♪ Well, I want a little bit of quiet in the house please
♪ She wants a little bit of quiet in the house
♪ My papa's on his way to cross the seven seas
♪ So don't you cry and don't you sigh Goodbye now
- ♪ Shoo, shoo baby - ♪ Shoo
♪ Shoo, shoo, my baby
♪ Your papa's off to the seven seas
♪ Don't cry, baby
- ♪ Don't sigh, baby - ♪ Shoo, shoo, yeah
♪ Shoo, shoo, shoo, baby Goodbye, goodbye
♪ Your papa's off to the seven seas
♪ Your big tall papa's off to the seven seas ♪
Yeah!