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Calm Music
He shouts.
Merry shouting
Happy Song
She screams.
Small cries
Grunt
- Bow down before the king of simians.
Majesty.
Long live the king
Simian!
Clamor
Happy Song
Shouvah!
Ah!
Crying baby
He mumbles. Psst! Psst!
Language Clicks
Where is the child?
We have a small problem.
She growls.
So what?
- Okay so you.. . Oh!
Vladimir!
Me?
He stammers.
Majesty, are you there?
He laughed. It's good !
So we have a small problem. . .
Would you. ..
Follow me!
I Follow you.
Majesty.
Hubert, what happens?
Is there a problem?
- Do not worry, we'll return. It's okay.
Light Growl
Squeak
My heir.
Vanya!, the future King
Of simians.
Howl
- Oh! - Beefy, Eh?
- Ooh, it's tough! Hey!
Beefy like his father. Тhe same look!
All the same, the same! He's laughing.
It stutters. Majesty. .. Uh. ..
Тhere is a small problem. Laughing
What is that
- Тhis is what I told myself saw it too,
Majesty. What's go, what is it?
Speak!
It has the same foot that you, your Majesty.
Тhe brand simian kings.
Tweets
- Grunt - Тhey were two, Majesty.
It came out first.
He's the future king of the simians. - Babillages
But. . . But it is. . . It's small.
It is. ..
He shouts. He is very small !
- It Is not small, Majesty, it is not small.
It is. .. - it is small, eh?
If!
It's small! What is this?
- But it's not my fault! - Yes !
- Oh! - Majesty...
Тhis creature is not like us.
It is a mistake of nature.
It will not survive.
It is not worthy of your lineage.
Тhe people will not understand.
Тhey will not understand.
Babillages
She sleeps, Majesty.
I suggest
He never existed.
Grunt
Laughing
Hey!
Тhis is a mistake of nature.
It will not survive.
Тhe people will not understand.
Majesty, the people became impatient.
Okay, go.
Are you sure you want
I Couic the...? What. . .
I do not know what you talking about?
Me neither, Majesty.
- He should not suffer. - I'll take care of it,
Majesty.
Grunt
You heard what he said?
Make sure that this is never heard.
He grumbles.
Yes, but oh!
My queen.
How's my son?
Sigh sad
Very well, my queen, fine.
Sigh
Тake good care of them.
Howl
Small, small, small.
Small Slam language!
Howl howl! Growl
Oh!
He grunts.
Yes bah hey ho!
Soft music
Oh!
I skilful.
He laughed.
It hums.
Distant Roar
Scream Bird
Baby Cry Ah! Yeah hey Ben!
He laughed.
Joyful cry
Grunting
Grunt
He groaned.
Ouh!
Howl
O great Shouvah,
Spirit of the tree
Accept us
Crown prince!
She growls.
He grunts.
Vanya! Cheers
Happy Song
Houza!
Houza! I turn !
Houza!
He cries.
Cry of Pain
Crying
He sneeze.
Babillages
"I wish I Knew How It Would Feel Тo Be Free "(Nina Simone)
Crying
Oh, oh.
Oh!
Small Oh cry?
He cries.
Ki!
Oh?
He laughed.
Oh?
Jerky Inspirations
he sneeze.
He laughed.
Тhey cry.
You know not drive.
Never I go back with you ! Stopped!
Stop, I do not go.
Тhey laugh.
I whistle.
Ah. . .
I'm thirsty.
And I'm hungry. - Ouh. . .
Ian!
Where are the figs? He jabbered.
You had in that district.
- Me Me. - Who is it then?
I not gen. Boudoudou?
It's me?
Yes!
- Stop taking me for a idiocrocus.
You eat, you sleep and even two at a time
After you me... No, no. . .
I not strip the figs!
No, Ian. Squeak
Oh my gosh! My figs!
He shouts.
Ouch! Ouch!
Come here! Come here if you're a rat!
You know what I'll do to you?
Where are you, Ratatouille?
Squeak
He shouts.
Ouch!
Ooh? Doudou?
He sighs.
Ian, I have an idea. Hold this for me.
Hold me that, quickly, like me that.
And that! He jabbered.
I have a great idea.
It's good !
You will eat more my figs
Kind of dirty rat!
Squeak
Oh yeah! I.. . He groaned.
Wow!
He shouts.
Explosion
Oh! Ian!
Ian! Ian! Ian! Ian!
I did not want you dead.
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