The Three Caballeros

We're three happy chappies with snappy serapes

You'll find us beneath our sombreros

We're brave and we'll stay so we're bright as a peso

Who says so? We say so we're three caballeros

Oh, through fair and stormy weather

We're always together

So let come what may

Like brother to brother we're all for each other

The three caballeros forever we'll stay!

"Felicitaciones, uh, al Pato Donald..."

Oh! "Felicitations to Donald Duck on his birthday",

"Friday the 13th, from his friends in Latin America."

Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy! What a pleasant surprise!

Whoops!

Ah, now, isn't that wonderful? Which one should I open first?

My mama told me to take...

this one!

I wonder what's in it.

Oh, boy! Home movies! Just what I wanted.

Well, well, well.

Well, doggone! A little penguin.

Oh! What a cute little fellow.

Well, what is this? How do you open this thing, anyway, huh?

On with the show!

The show must go on!

- Aves Raras. - Aves Raras?

Sí, señor. That means strange birds.

Oh, sure, sure. I know, birds!

Yes, amigo. Your feathered cousins.

You know, Donald, you have more relatives here than coffee beans in Brazil.

For instance, take the one who lives way, way down...

Aha!

But suppose we let my friend, Professor Holloway, tell us about it.

From the beginning to...

El fin, the end. Yes, thank you.

Professor?

This stow takes us way down to the south pole.

Rather than stand on your heads, let's turn the theater over.

There, that's better.

Two things you will find most of down here are ice...

and penguins.

It's amazing that anybody would want to live here,

but most penguins wouldn't live anywhere else.

You couldn't find better weather for fishing...

skiing, tobogganing, or swimming.

And there is nothing the average penguin likes better

than a day at the beach.

Uh, but come on, let's meet Pablo. He lives down at the end of main street.

Let's go in and see what's cooking.

Pablo could never remember having been warm enough.

And so his closest companion was Smoky Joe, his little stove.

Between chills, Pablo had one burning desire,

to spend the rest of his life on some tropical shore.

So, we see him bravely set forth for the isle of his dreams.

The other penguins turned out to give him a big send-off.

But when he gets just so far away from his stove...

see what happens?

Too bad. Perhaps he'll give up this wild idea.

But no, he's off to another start.

This time he's bringing a friend.

Uh-Oh! Uh-oh, uh-oh!

Uh-oh! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

Anyway, it was a hot idea.

Well, maybe he'll be content to stay at home this time.

But no! There he goes!

Hot-footing it to the land of the sun.

By now, the farewell committee has been reduced to two.

Discouraging, isn't it?

Suddenly, Pablo got one of those ideas that change a person's whole life.

A boat!

But where would he get a boat?

Just watch!

"Where there's a will, there's a way," they say.

And now, the official launching.

Day after day, the south wind carried him north.

One day, a blanket of fog rolled in.

And it was so thick...

Must be near Cape Horn.

As the fog lifted...

he found himself headed straight through the straits of Magellan,

and northward, along Chile's rocky coast.

One day, a storm cloud came up.

Just a little bitty old storm cloud, though.

And just tried awful hard to have its first storm.

Didn't amount to much, though.

One day on lookout, Pablo had a bit of a shock.

A waterspout off the port bow!

But it proved to be the Juan Fernandez islands

where Robinson Crusoe once lived.

And still does, apparently.

Four bells and all's well.

According to Pablo's chart, he should be nearing Vina Del Mar.

And strangely enough, that's just where he is.

He sailed past Lima, capital of Peru.

Hugging the coastline with a tenacity of purpose seldom found in a penguin.

One day, his telescope picked out a city high up on top of a mountain.

The map said it was Quito.

And it was right smack on the equator.

It wasn't as easy to cross,

but with a little help from Neptune, he made it.

So, making a left turn, he followed the equator,

headed for the Galapagos islands.

Ah, that good old sun!

Pablo felt that he would never get enough of it.

Oh, he hadn't counted on this.

Things looked pretty bad.

Help! Man the pumps, she's sprung a leak!

Pipe all hands on deck! Do things, get going!

Take to the lifeboats! Abandon ship!

Unruffle the mizzenmast and man the poops, and...

don't just stand there, get going! Swab the decks and... Heavens!

Look! What's that? Just what he's been looking for.

Pablo has finally reached the isle of his dreams.

And so, as the warm, tropical sun sinks slowly in the west,

we leave little Pablo, a bird in paradise.

A picture of health in his new coat of tan.

He should be the happiest penguin in the world.

Only... sometimes he gets to thinking...

Never satisfied!

Well, that's human nature for you, even if you're a penguin.

You're absolutely right!

And now, Donald, let's hop over the Andes.

From these snow-capped peaks to the depths of the amazon jungle,

one finds many more strange and exotic birds.

Like the Anambepreto of Colombia and Venezuela.

He carries his own bagpipes hidden under his beard.

Then there's his cousin, the Arapapa.

Pride of Paraguay, whose perfect appearance

permits his pompous pride in his pompadour.

And La Tijerita, the scissors bird.

The Colombian cutter.

Then there's the Arapacu de Pico Curvo.

He's always sticking his nose into things.

Did you ever see such a freak beak?

Huh?

Speaking of beaks, what a time two toucans have making love.

When they're beak to beak, they can't get cheek to cheek.

Because when one toucan turns his head,

only one toucan can.

- Uh-oh. Who's that? - Oh, a thousand pardons.

Señor Donald, I would like to have you meet

one of the most eccentric birds you have ever seen.

His name is the Aracuan. You'll find him most everywhere.

Yeah, glad to know you. Heh, pleased to meet ya!

Now he's called the Aracuan because of the peculiar song he sings.

Which sounds something like this.

Ahhh!

Ba-da, bup, bup bup, bup, ba-dia

Ba-da, bup Toot-toot-toot

Ba-da, bup, bup bup, bup, bup

Ba-da, bup, bup bup, bup, ba-dia

Ba-da, bup Toot-toot-toot

Ba-da, bup, bup bup, bup, bup

By the way, amigo,

did you know some birds are skilled craftsmen?

Uh-uh. Is that so?

Yes, quite a builder is the little Marrequito.

His nest may look haphazard in design, ah, but every single stick and straw...

is scientifically placed to withstand the stress and strain of...

Well, almost anything.

Literally dotted are the shores of many tropical marshes,

with the brilliant plumage of the flamingo.

Ha, ha, ha.

And now, Donald, how would you like to hear

a story about another bird so amazing you won't believe it?

Oh, sure! You bet!

It's a tale told by an old gaucho from Uruguay.

Listen...

It was early one morning in springtime,

just as day was beginning to break.

As the sun came up over the... Oh, but I am forgetting my story.

It was silent out there on the pampas. Only one little bird was awake.

From his nest, came the little Homero to see if the...

Oh, say, do you know why this bird's called the Homero?

- No? - Uh-uh. Why?

You see, his nest is just like the home.

That's the oven where we bake bread and our...

You know who that is?

That's me when I was a little gauchito. Many, many years ago, of course.

And why was I up so early? Because I was going out hunting all alone.

First, I put on my bombachas and tied on my chiripá.

Then I slipped into my new Betas.

And I put my Boleadoras where I could reach them in a hurry.

Gauchito! Not forgetting my hunting knife.

And now I was ready to go. Ah!

Now the best place to hunt the wild ostrich

is out on the wide-open plains.

On the broad flat land of the...

Flat land? Say, what am I doing here?

Oh, now I remember!

This day I was hunting for condor birds high up in the mountains.

While looking for the condors, I climbed to the top of a rock.

No, come to think of it, it was a tree.

Let's see, maybe it was a rock after all.

Although, I could swear it was a tree.

Oh, what's the difference? Let it go, let it go.

My sharp eyes soon discovered the nest of a...

Psst, Gauchito! The nest. El Nido, El Nido.

I could tell from the wings he was...

He was at least five meters from tip to tip.