Little Einsteins' Adventures of Ratatouille/Transcript

This is the script for Little Einsteins' Adventures of Ratatouille.

Remy: (narrating) I waited... for a sound... a voice... a sign. Something...

(Remy flips a crinkled page, to an appetizing photo of pastry as his stomach growls as he looks away, turning to a drawing of Gusteau on the opposite page the illustration comes to life and looks up to the rat.)

Auguste Gusteau: If you are hungry, go up and look around, Remy. Why do you wait and mope?

Annie: Am I crazy or did that picture just talk? Never heard it too.

Remy: I've just lost my family, all my friends, probably forever.

Auguste Gusteau: How do you know?

Remy: Well, I-you... are an illustration. Why am I talking to you?

Auguste Gusteau: You just lost your family, all your friends, you are lonely.

Remy: Yeah, well, you're dead.

Auguste Gusteau: Ah... but that is no match for wishful thinking. If you focus on what you've left behind you will never be able to see what lies ahead. Now go up and look around.

(Remy then looks up, considering the streets above then looks back to the illustration and see Gusteau has resumed his frozen pose.)

Annie: Listen, Remy, I'm about to head up, you’re coming with me?

(Remy and Annie scurries up into a building, between walls, through pipes, under floors, allowing glimpses into the human world around them. Remy and Annie than moves through a crack, emerges into an apartment kitchen and sees in the next room a party is in progress. Remy spies a loaf of bread and points to it as. Famished, they each grab small pieces and prepares to take a bite when a sprit in the form of Gusteau appears, smaller than Remy, glowing and semi-transparent.)

Auguste Gusteau: What are you doing?!

Remy and Annie: AAH!!

Remy: I'm hungry! I don't know where I am and I don't know when I'll find food again!

Auguste Gusteau: Remy, you are better than that, you are a cook! Cooks make, thieves take, you are not a thief.

Remy: But I am hungry...

Annie: Were starving!

Auguste Gusteau: Food will come, Remy, food always comes to those who love to cook. (vanishes)

(They then put the bread down, denying their growing hunger, and moves on between the wall.)

Annie: A rat that can cook. Yeah that is the coolest thing I've heard! (follows Remy exceptional nose as they passed holed where they get glimpses of many French lives.)

(A painter carefully paints a nude model they could not see-a dog barks aggressively, warning them away from his flat, then a lovers quarrel where the watch from above, through a crack in the ceiling as the woman waves a pistol.)

Woman: You think I am playing, Francois? YOU THINK I AM PLAYING?!

Man: You don't have the guts!

(Losing interest, Remy and Annie moves on as a bullet splinters the flooring in front of them as they rushs back to the crack and sees the couple struggling with the smoking gun as the man wrenches it free, it clatters to the floor. They glare at each other, blood in their eyes and then kiss.)

Annie: Oh, brother.

(Remy rolls his eyes and they move on, through dark, tight spaces... into a pipe and emerges onto the outside of the building rooftops as they scampers along railings and ledges, past windows, up vines, booing up as the rooftop falls away to reveal a stunning panorama Paris at night.)

Remy: Paris? All this time I've been underneath PARIS? Wow! It’s beautiful!

Annie: Oh, yeah!

(It's a beautiful sight and Remy and Annie takes in the sea of shimmering lights then sees a huge sign atop a building several blocks away. It's Gusteau holding a frying pan in each hand and the sign marvels at the panorama.)

Auguste Gusteau: The MOST beautiful.

Remy: Gusteau’s? Your restaurant? You've led us to your restaurant!

Auguste Gusteau: It seems as though I have. Yes. There it is! I have led you to it!

Remy: I gotta see this!

(Assured the kitchen is empty, Remy hops to door handle of the food safe and grabs it with both arms, plants his feet on the door and pulls as the handle doesn't budge, the door is locked.)

Remy: It's locked?! (he looks toward Skinner's office)

Leo: You better check there.

(Remy and Little Einsteins enters, a little nervous as he scampers up to Skinner's desk as a framed black and white photo of Gusteau speaks.)

Auguste Gusteau: Remy, Little Einsteins, what are you doing in here?

Remy: Emile shows up- I said not to, but he goes and blabs- it's a disaster anyway, they're hungry, the food safe is locked, I need the key.

June: Maybe forever this time.

Auguste Gusteau: They want you to steal food?

Remy: Yes. No- it's complicated it's family, they don't have your ideals.

Texan Gusteau: Ideals? If Chef Fancy Pants had any ideals you think I'd be hawkin' barbecue over here?

Mexican Gusteau: Or Microwave burritos?

Colonel Gusteau: Yeah! Or tooth- I say, tooth-pickin' Chicken? S' about as French as a Corn Dawg!

(The sketch of Gusteau as a dog-like ear of corn then barks and waves a coming soon sign.)

Corndog Gusteau: (barks) Rumming Roon!

Texan Gusteau: We're inventin' new ways to sell out over here!

Scottish Gusteau: Will ye' be wantin' some haggis bites, then?.

Auguste Gusteau: I cannot control how they use my image Remy, I am dead!

Remy: Will you guys SHUT UP?!

Leo: Thank you!

Quincy: It’s nice to meet you, Leo.

Annie: Exactly!

Remy: I've gotta think! Word's getting out and if I can't keep them quiet...the entire clan's going to be after me with their mouths open and-ah! Here it is...hey... Your will-! This is interesting. Mind if I-?

Auguste Gusteau: Not at all.

(Remy flips open the file as there, alongside Gusteau's will, are recent press clippings featuring Linguini, and the letter to Skinner from Linguini's mother.)

Remy: Linguini..? Why would Linguini be filed with your will?

Auguste Gusteau: This used to be my office

(Remy, Leo, Annie, June and Quincy reads; their eyes jumping between the letter and the will, their eyes getting bigger until.)

Remy, Leo, Annie, June and Quincy: HE'S YOUR SON?!

Auguste Gusteau: I... have a... SON?!

Remy: YES! How could you not know this?!

Leo: I know this way before!

June: How about this time and it seems used too.

Auguste Gusteau: I am a figment of your imagination! You did not know! How could I?

Remy: Well, YOUR SON is the rightful owner of this restaurant!

(Skinner opens the office door and freezes stunned by the bizarre sight of rat and Little Einsteins on his desk top.)

Leo, Annie, June and Quincy: Now we run! (Remy snatches the documents in their mouth with Leo, Annie, June and Quincy, and runs.)

Chef Skinner: No... NO!! The rat! And Little Einsteins!!

(At the back entrance Remy and the Little Einsteins races out into the street and hot on their heels, Skinner runs smack into Lalo on a moped before the mortified Lalo can apologize Skinner is back on his feet.)

Lalo: Sorry, Chef!

Chef Skinner: The rat! And Little Einsteins! They stole my documents! They're getting away!

Lalo: Hey, Mr. Chef!

(Skinner pushes Lalo off the scooter, jumps on and roars off down the street. Skinner screeches to a stop at the intersection, looks around wildly for Remy and Little Einsteins as he spots the document scampering through traffic and guns the motor, recklessly giving chase. Closing in on the rats, Skinner reaches down to snatch the documents when the rats suddenly veers and Skinner's moped plunges down a flight of steps to the river, where it lays in a heap at the bottom. Skinner looks up, sees Remy, Leo, Annie, June and Quincy looking down at him from the balustrade, document still clutched in their mouth as Little Einsteins continued to run. A gust from a passing bus sweeps the will from Remy's open jaws and high into the air, where it flutters out over the river's edge and moving along the banks Skinner sees his chance. He clambers aboard the Moped and takes off after the will, dodging obstacles and passers-by to pursue from the banks below as Remy, Leo, Annie, June and Quincy chases it from the balustrade above, the letter still in his mouth. The will begins to descend, flitting toward Skinner below, who reaches for it, his fingers spreading wide as Remy, Leo, Annie, June and Quincy makes two desperate leaps from the balustrade to a tree, from the tree into the air just above Skinner where he intercepts the will, sailing toward the water and landing with a FWOP on the canvas roof of a Bateux Mouche. Remy can't believe he's got document again as Leo, Annie, June and Quincy running continued and neither can Skinner as he ditches the Moped and leaps to the deck of the Seine boat.)

Annie: Does this guy ever give up!

(With document in his mouth they leaps to another passing boat, as Skinner still hot on his tail. A jam of water traffic keeps this game alive, the two leaping from boat to boat, but the last leap, to a dinning boat is too far. Remy, Leo, Annie, June and Quincy tries anyway launching into the air as the document in his mouth sweep back like wings and they catch an updraft and they sail across the gulf, landing miraculously on the deck as Skinner crazily follows, making the leap of his life as he stretches out for the dining boats' railing and falls short, grasping instead the tablecloth of a couple dining near the railing, which he yanks out from under their breakfast like an inept magician as he plunges into the river. Skinner sputters in the middle of the Seine as Remy hops up to a bridge passing over head, scampering safely away with Skinner's papers. An hour later Skinner returns to his office, soaked and furious only to find Linguini sitting at his desk.)

Chef Skinner: You? Get out of my office!

Colette Tatou: He's not in your office, you are in his!

Alfredo Linguini: She mean to say, “It’s dinnertime and we’re French.” (scene cuts putting the hat down and Remy and Annie looks at Linguini furiously) Don’t give me that look! You were distracting me in front of the press! How am I supposed to concentrate with you yanking on my hair all the time? And that’s another thing! Your opinion isn’t the only one is matter here! Colette knows how to cook, to you know! OW! All right, that’s it! (Skinner watches as Linguini runs away outside) You take a break, Little guys. I’m not your puppets! And you’re not my puppet controlling-guys!

Chef Skinner: (gasps) The rat is the cook!

Alfredo Linguini: You cool off and get your mind right, Little guys! Ego was coming and I need to focus!

Remy and Annie: (angrily) You... Uhhhh! (kicks a can) You stupid... (they picks up the bottle, straning, grumbling, when he sees Emile, Leo, June and Quincy until he breaks the bottle)

Emile: Wow. I have never seen that before.

June: That's perfect. I've been under the track like this.

Abby Mallard/Ugly Duckling: Yeah, it’s like your his fluffy bunny or something. (all the crowd laughing)

Ralph: He seems it used to be.

Helen Parr/Elastigirl: Maybe like it's 10 years ago, Ralph.

Woody: Maybe you should ever like this place.

Mater: What kind of food would you like to be?

Gloria: Cheese! That's what I'm thinking about.

Nick Wilde: I think you might have to find another one.

Emile: I’m sorry, friends. I know there are too many guys. I tired to limit...

Remy: You know what, it’s okay.

Annie: I’ve been selfish. You guys hungry?

Captain B. McCrea: You gotta be kidding me.

Violet Parr: He seems to be on the street on the I10.

Remy: All right, Dinner’s on me, They'll go after closing me (crowd laughing) In fact...

Crowd: (cheering) Yeah!

Remy: Tell dad to bring the whole clan.

Annie: Me too, Remy.

Alfredo Linguini: (opens the door) Little guys?

Django: Oh, this is great, son! An inside job, huh, I see the appeal.

Remy: Shh!

Annie: (whispering) You got a rat from under down there, right.

(Remy and Annie opens the door and comes in, Django whistles with all the crowd walking and hiding the kicthen and rats get in line to get food. And then they hear the door open, and crowd gasp and hide on the floor)

Alfredo Linguini: Little guys? (turns the lights on) Little guys? Oh, hey, hey, Little guys. I thought went back to the apartment. Then when you weren’t there, I, uh, I don’t know, I... It didn’t seem right to leave thing the way that we did, so. Look, I don’t want to fight. I’ve been under a lot of you know, pressure. A lot of change in not very much time, you know? I’m suddenly a Gusteau. And I got be a Gusteau, or you know, people will be disappointed. (Leo, June and Quincy holding onto Emile who eats the grapes) It’s too weird. You know, I’ve never disappointed anyone before. Because, nobody’s ever expected everything of me. And the only reason anyone expects anything for me now it’s because of you. I haven’t been fair to you. You’ve never fail me and I should never forget that. You been a good friend. The most honorable friend a guy could ever ask... (Emile falls onto the floor and cheese causes him to spit out grapes on Linguini’s neck) Ugh! What... (Remy and Annie gasps) What is this? What’s going on? (turn lights to find the crowd escaping) What? Hey! (too see that Remy and Annie has betrayed him) you're-you're stealing food? Wha... how could you? I... I thought you were my friends! I TRUSTED YOU! (The door bursts open when all the crowd running out, a furious Linguini chasing them with mop) GET OUT! You and all your rest of the crowd! And don't come back, or I'll treat you the way restaurants are supposed to treat pests!

(Linguini slams the door, throws a mop on the floor and walks off. Sadly, Remy, Annie, Emile, Leo, June, Quincy, Django and the other crowd walks up to look at the door alone)

Remy: You’re right, dad. Who am I kidding? You know, we are what we are, and we’re rats. Well, he’ll leave soon, and now you know how to get in. Steal all you want.

Dusty Crophopper: I guess so, Finn.

Finn McMissile: Me, too, Dusty.

Leo: I'm so lonely.

Django: You’re not coming?

Remy: I’ve lost my appetite.

Annie: I lost my appetite too.