Turu, the Wacky Hen (La Gallina Turuleca)

TURU, THE WACKY HEN

Darn feather! I hope the wind takes it away!

My girls, we're already at the fair!

Attention, pretty hens! Take your position!

Oh, yeah, my gorgeous, egg-laying hens, you make me earn money.

Not you! Get to your place.

You haven't even laid an egg and you're not pretty to look at.

Oh, this hen...

-Good morning! -Good morning.

-Good morning, teacher. -Good morning.

-Fruits! Fruits! Bananas! Apples! Oranges! -Good morning.

Good morning.

Good, inexpensive hens! Eat fresh eggs every day!

-Hello, Isabel! You just look gorgeous! -Hello!

-Good morning, teacher. -Good morning. Oh, thank you!

Mrs. Isabel, I haven't seen around in town in a while.

I have everything I need at my farm.

I only come when I need something.

Mrs. Isabel, I can offer you the best hens in the region!

White, red-colored, and the most powerful egg-layers!

I guarantee you'll find here what you're looking for.

Oh, my... I see you have a good eye!

Look the way she moves! What a beauty!

She's on another level! She's a winner of contests!

She's got pedigree! A deluxe hen!

-You may pay by installments if you want. -No, thank you, I'm retired.

-What about this one? -Oh!

This excellent red-colored hen is very elegant and well designed.

And she can lay at least 320 eggs a month.

-Three hundred and twenty? -Approximately.

Careful with that egg!

-What about that one? -This?

Yes, that one.

Yes, of course. This hen has no parallel!

Despite her ugly looks, she's a great egg-layer.

It's true she isn't as elegant as the others,

but you want her to lay eggs, am I right?

-What's her name? -As she has a special personality,

I've called her Turuleca.

Turuleca... I'm taking her.

-Bye! -Bye-bye.

-Good morning, teacher! -Good morning.

The astounding Daedalus Circus is here! Touring towards the Big City.

Don't miss on this long-expected debut!

Magicians, clowns, acrobats, and the most amazing trapeze artists!

The Icarus!

Goodbye!

-Good morning. -Good morning.

Vicente! Let's go!

Have a nice day. Bye, Isabel.

Bye.

When I quit teaching music, I moved to the countryside.

My farm is like my little piece of paradise.

I'm sure you're going to love it.

And you'll have the henhouse all to yourself.

They are Melody,

Rhythm,

and Beat.

From now on, she's going to live with us at the farm.

She's called Turuleca.

Look, this is your new home.

It's a little old, but I'll fix it for you.

You were really hungry, weren't you? Very well.

Now, lay some eggs.

What?

-Cocoricó Hens. -Hello, Mr. Cocoricó.

The hen you sold me hasn't laid one single egg.

What are you saying? All my hens are excellent egg-layers!

Maybe she doesn't like my place?

In that case, you can only make an exchange.

-Would you take Turuleca away? -Hens are like this,

either they work or they don't.

I won't give up this easily.

-I must be able to help her somehow. -I can't guarantee it will work,

but a calm environment, good light, and music may do wonders.

Of course!

"On my block I have a...

neighbor and a hen with strange behavior,

and she looks like she came out of a can of tuna.

Boney legs and skinny tummy,

so she's always really hungry,

and she always has her feathers in a tangle."

Turu, look the song I've written for you!

It's for you.

Laying eggs is Turuleca She's laying...

Turu? Turuleca!

Shortly, the train to Port Hope will make its arrival.

And now, this is for our friend Vicente,

the rooster of the station of Harmony Ville,

the king of hens, the one who wins all their hearts,

for him, this reggaeton rooster!

He loves to cumbia, he likes to rock Bring on merengue or dance hip hop

He moves to mambo and cha cha cha Crazy about the cumbias, even likes ska

Throw on bachata, he can feel the beat Gangnam style, and groovin' with his feet

Pop, Calypso, trap, Hokey Pokey Tango, flamenco, he looks like a turkey

-Oh, oh, oh, oh -Anything at all to swing and sway you

-Oh, oh, oh, oh -All he wants to do is dance with you

-Oh, oh, oh, oh -And when he dances a reggaeton ton

-Oh, oh, oh, oh -His heart goes, his heart goes boom-boom

My rooster, cock-a-doodle-do

Dance a conga, zumba, and ranchera Dances the polka, tarantela

Salsa, merengue, lots of lambada He's movin', he's movin', don't look now

Disco-dance, he knows all the moves He doesn't care, he breaks all the rules

Dancing rooster never gonna stop A little hen is in his cock-a-doodle heart

-Oh, oh, oh, oh -Anything at all to swing and sway you

-Oh, oh, oh, oh -All he wants to do is dance with you

-Oh, oh, oh, oh -And when he dances a reggaeton ton

-Oh, oh, oh, oh -His heart goes, his heart goes boom-boom

Vicente! Get to your post!

Vicente...

What's the matter with you? Come on, Vicente!

My little one! Don't be afraid, I'm here.

It's very dangerous for you to be alone outside the farm.

I never had an animal run away.

I believed you were happy living there,

but perhaps I was wrong.

I know you've tried really hard to lay eggs and you haven't succeeded,

but you shouldn't give up. I am going to help you.

It may be a somewhat extravagant idea,

but I think music is a miracle worker. You'll see.

I haven't played the piano in years. Very well.

I hope you like it.

Laying eggs is Turuleca She's laying one

She's laying two She's laying three

Laying eggs is Turuleca She's laying four

She's laying five She's laying six

Laying eggs is Turuleca She's laying seven

Laying eight, laying nine

Where, oh, where could she be hiding?

In a corner still deciding If she's going to make it ten

What is that?

Let's find out.

-"She's laying two, she's laying..." -Oh!

"Three!"

"She's laying three."

Three!

Three!

Three!

My name is Isabel.

My name is... Isabel!

Very well, but no.

I am Isabel. You are Turuleca.

Turuleca...

-Very well! -You, Isabel.

It's glorious!

Marvelous! A miracle!

You understand me, right? If you can sing,

that means you can learn to speak!

-Good morning, Mrs. Isabel! -Good morning.

We've known each other for many years,

and I think that this special hen I sold you,

according to you, hasn't met your egg-laying expectations.

So, in exchange for this useless animal,

-plus a reasonable extra amount... -Yeah, but...

I will give you this amazing egg-laying hen.

Egg-laying hen?

-No, certainly not. My hen can-- -She can lay eggs?

She can live at my farm. Thank you for your courtesy.

Goodbye.

Alright, bye then...

Thank you.

I'd never exchange you, not for anything in the world.

Listen closely: "foot".

-Believe in me, in what I say -Now you.

-"Foot". -I look at you and feel this way

My heart just wants to fly so high

So take my hand, let's touch the sky

You changed a world I thought I knew

And so I wrote this song for you

So come with me, 'cos if we try

-Together we can learn to fly -Together we can learn to fly

It's just amazing It's so incredible

It's unbelievable

It's oh-so beautiful And to me it's plain to see

From now on it's you and me

'Cos every day Will be you and me together

Every day, me and you are friends forever

-"Bicycle". -"Bicycle".

-"Circus". -"Circus".

-"Rooster". -Vicente.

It's just amazing It's so incredible

It's unbelievable It's oh-so beautiful

And to me it's plain to see

From now on it's you and me

'Cos every day Will be you and me together

Every day, me and you are friends forever

'Cos every day Will be you and me together

Every day, me and you are friends forever

In any kind of weather

No! Isabel!

Are you all right?

You scared me. I thought...

Where am I? What happened?

Who are you?

This one, it's this one, and this, and this.

-Emergency service. How may I help you? -I need a doctor!

My friend doesn't remember anything. It's an emergency!

There she is!

She's conscious, but we need to take her now to the hospital at the Big City.

Come on.