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The transcript for the 1942 animated short film Fox Pop, part of the Merrie Melodies series.
Transcript[]
Crow: Is that fox crazy?
Crow: Hey you. Hey, wait a minute. Wait a minute!
Crow: What's bitin' you anyhow?
Fox: What's bitin' me? What's bitin' me?!
Fox: Look, I was up at the cabin here another day, just get myself a bite of lunch. I'm minding my own business when-
Radio Announcer: This program is brought to you each day through the courtesy of the Sterling Silver Fox Farm.
Radio Announcer: Ladies, this is the year for foxes. Yes, foxes have really come into their own. Wherever you see smartly dressed people, you'll see foxes this season. On Fifth Avenue, on Hollywood Boulevard, yes, and even Miami. The discriminating woman everywhere will insist on having a genuine fox around her neck.
Radio Announcer: Now don't forget ladies, for the best in foxes. Go to the Sterling Silver Fox Farm.
Fox: Let me in! I gotta get trapped! I gotta-
Fox: Agony! Agony! Get me outta here!
Farmer: Ah... is it trapped something?
Farmer: Parbleu! Get out of my trap, ragamuffins!
Farmer: Silver fox. Silver. Not multiple enough, enough preys like you. Scram, stupid! Get out!
Farmer: Look at this, a genuine silver fox. Beautiful. Magnific. Mrs. Van Dough will bid plenty for you little pretty. Practically, you are sold already quick.
Gray Fox: Psst. Psst. Bud, we're bustin' outta here tonight, see? Nine o'clock. You with us, ain't ya?
(Silver-painted) Fox: Gettin' outta here? Outta here? Oh n-n-no, I just got in here. I'm practically sold already. Yeah, to Mrs. Van Dough. H-he said so.
Gray Fox: Say, are you nuts? Now listen, bud, they're all goin' out, see? And you with us, or...
(Silver-painted) Fox: Huh... oh well... well, I-I'd like to go with you sure. I wanna go with you, but t-the door is locked. Yeah, I can't get off. No key.
Gray Fox: No key? Nine o'clock call.
Gray Fox: Come on, bud. Get goin'.
(Silver-painted) Fox: This skin reserved for silver fox cape for Mrs...
(Silver-painted) Fox: Skin? Cape? Cape?! Me? How are they gettin' off for me?
(Silver-painted) Fox: No. No, they can't do this to me. I don't wanna be no cape. I didn't never wanna be no cape. I just wanna get out of here!
Farmer: Come back here! Wait, you!
Fox: Just a minute, chums. You don't want me. I-I'm no silver fox. I never was a silver fox. Look, no silver.
Hounds: Silver schmilver! As long as you're a fox!
Fox: And that's what bitin' me. That's what.
Crow: Yeah? We heard!