I think I saw something.
Steady lads! We're almost home.
Just a few flaps more we'll be over the white cliffs of Dover!
Falcon!
- 5 o'clock and coming in hot! - Then lift it 30!
Stay with me, private! Private!
Wing commander Gutsy! This just in from a seagull near Dover.
- None of them made it back alive. - None of them?
But... But those were some of our top fliers.
I'm sorry, sir. I'm just a messenger pigeon.
If we don't find some more birds fast,
our goose is going to be cooked.
Across the nation and the globe
pigeons are taking wing in the fight for freedom.
Delivering top secret messages from behind enemy lines,
these fine feathered aviators are the pride of the allied forces.
It's the Royal Homing Pigeon Service that leads the way.
Whether cutting through enemy lines or just cutting wise.
These proud pigeons are the model of birdhood.
But don't count out the doves.
War bond birds play a vital role in raising seeds for the troops.
Wait a minute! Ahoy mates!
Nursing doves at 2 o'clock.
Now that's what I call a task force!
Luxury bird baths, why not?
These hearty heroes need to look their best.
Of course, not just any pigeon can make the cut.
But there's always room for a few brave recruits.
And there they go, off to another exciting mission.
- Homing pigeons, we salute you! - Wow.
This is the shot boys, watch this.
- Two in the corner... - Felix! Felix!
- Valiant, do you mind? - Oh sorry.
Felix!
Felix, I could do it! I could do that, Felix!
- Do what, lad? - I could be one of those brave recruits.
Taking wing in the fight for freedom, I know I could! I know it!
Valiant! What, did I ever tell you?
When I was your age, I was already on the shores of France.
Aquatic brigade. Gull division.
If it weren't for me wooden drumstick and that shrapnel in my poopdeck,
- I'd be out there right now! - Maybe you're right.
I'm just what they're looking for, a pigeon with that something extra.
Well, you know it's not a bloke's wingspan that counts,
it's the size of his spirit!
Hey, everybody! Look outside!
Royal Homing Pigeon Service!
Magnificent doves!
Wing Commander Gutsy! The most decorated pigeon ever!
Thank you very much. Yes, much obliged. Thank you.
Come and have a drink with me now!
- What shall it be, boys? - Bug juice, shaken, not stirred.
The RHPS always drinks on the house!
Bug juice, shaken, not stirred.
- Merci beaucoup, ma chérie. - Oh...
He spoke French!
- So, what's the news from the front? - Can't say, of course. Classified.
But danger is our business, and I'm sorry to say, business is all too good.
Let me through! Got to get to Wing Commander--
- Excuse me, Wing Commander! - Yes?
- Sir, where do I sign up? - Aren't you a bit on the wee side?
Talking about small wingspan, pip-squeak.
There's always a place for a few valiant birds.
Sign up is tomorrow in London.
Love to stay and chat, but duty calls and we must answer.
Beaks up, boys! Let's make wind.
Hip hip hurray! Hip hip hurray!
I am far more talented than good looking.
Herr General!
Welcome back, General Von Talon.
- Congratulations, sir. Another triumph! - Ya woll mein General!
Under the Geneva Convention, as an officer,
I have the right to be treated as a pigeon of war.
Have no fear, you will be.
Take him to the cage!
Get your talons off me, you filthy falcons!
Pigeons, pathetic little creatures.
You don't eat your prisoners of war, do you?
Eat you!
I'm a vegetarian.
And yet you wear a leather cape?
Who is your contact in the resistance?
You know they'll send a crack team to rescue me?
Rescue you? You're a pigeon!
- How important do you think you are? - VIP. Very Important Pigeon!
Very Impudent Pigeon!
Who is your contact in the Resistance?
- Oh, no. - Speak!
This canary will never sing.
Listen to your mother, you can't go!
Mum, there's a war going on and I want to do my bit!
- Oh, why, why, why! - Oh, mum!
Good bye.
- Those falcons are going to tear you apart! - Oh, Mum!
- My dear little baby! - Mother, that's not helping!
- Mother, honestly, I'm gonna be fine! - You were such a cute little egg!
Oh, mum! Mum,
I'm not an egg anymore! It's time I left the nest.
No one thinks I can do this, and...
Well, it may be my only chance to show them and myself that they're wrong!
Well, at least have some breakfast before you go.
Oh, mum. Mum!
Aargh! No. Thanks!
- Oh, Valiant! - Right then.
I love you. Good bye!
He'll always be an egg to me.
Ahoy there Valiant!
I'm off now Felix! Wish me luck!
Good luck!
Good bye...
That boy is gonna get creamed.
Valiant pigeon! Fearless flier!
Pride of the Allied forces.
Feared by the enemy. Loved by the ladies.
Humble.
Spits danger smack in the eye!
Look at that! It's London!
Alright, alright, alright. Listen up.
This is easy. I mean for intelligent guys like you, I can tell ya,
All you gotta do, keep your eyes on the pebble. You can't go wrong.
She is shy, yeah. Give her a chance, she will give you the slip.
Find her and the crumbs is yours!
Easy as pie. I don't-- I don't know how I stay in business.
There it is. Not under that one. Where is it now?
Find her and the crumbs is yours, the crumbs is yours!
Which one is it under?
- That one! - That one?
Oh, no! Bad luck again!
Give you one more go? Law of averages. I think you're gonna win this time.
Serious thing, which one has the pebble?
Well, that would s-- In all the excitement I forgot myself.
What would you gents say to a... A game of, uh...
You big cheat! Give me my crumbs back!
On the level, gents. Listen, I know what you're thinking...
Come and get me, falcons!
Strike me down if I tell a lie.
Oh!
Look at him. That was lucky.
Prayers were answered. That's never worked before but...
- Hello, mate! - I lost control, but then...
You could not have picked a better time to drop in.
Bugsy's the name.
I'm terribly sorry, I'm Valiant.
- So what brings you to my manor? - Oh, I-- Well, I've come to be an aviator.
With the Royal Homing Pigeon Service. Fighting for king and country!
You don't say.
Well, I've never been much of a hope and glory bird myself.
I'm rather partial to a little something called freedom.
Yeah, oh yeah, I flit about as I please.
No one telling me what to do, or when to do it.
- Are the... Are those flies? - Th-- Oh, they...
They're friends of mine.
So, RHPS recruit in the head. Good idea, yeah. Right this way mate.
I'm feeling rather patriotic myself, all of a sudden.
- There he is! - Come on, after him.
Let's keep going, come on.
He's here somewhere. I can smell him.
Follow my lead, mate.
Hello! Two to enlist please.
Valiant pigeon, reporting for duty, sir.
Never heard of you.
Valiant pigeon, yeah, yeah. THE Valiant pigeon.
- You don't have Valiant on your list? - No!
- Clerical error. - Should I have?
Yes, I think you should have.
Look at him! He's a perfect specimen. Do something.
He's fast as lightning, strong as knocks.
Very tall for his height. Stand up, yeah. Sit back down again.
The bird's a legend in the strapping... ...Barkley Hampshire area.
Too small!
You should be "yea" high and you're not even "hey" high.
- Charming, that's charming that is. - And you!
Have you by any chance heard of a birdbath?
Sad truth is, I've got me a rare feather condition. Yeah.
Can't go near a bath, or look at a bath, and it makes me itch.
Clear off the territory. Get lost!
But, well, Wing Commander Gutsy, he-- he...
Exact-- Yes. Wing Commander Gutsy. That's right.
Valiant's best mate. They went to school together.
You don't wanna get on the wrong side of him,
if he hears about this you are gonna lose those stripes, mate.
- You know Wing Commander Gutsy, you say? - Well, ah... yeah.
Well, that makes a difference.
- Sign here. - Oh, thank you! Thank you, sir.
There he is! You dirty clowns!
When I get hold of you, I'm gonna knock your beak off!
- Hey! That's it! Pigeons Only. - Get your wings off me!
- Where do I sign up? - Just sign here.
- All right gents, in you go. - Thank you, sir.
Who is this Gutsy geezer anyway?
If I see your ugly face around here, I'm gonna have you!
- We made it! - Safe and sound.
We're in the Royal Homing Pigeon Service!
The elite of the elite! Fighting the heroic battle to save our...
To save... our tail feathers, which worked like a charm.
Even though I say so myself.
So, with that, I'll be hittin' the skyway.
Cheers mate, good luck. God bless.
If you make it back in one piece, be sure to, uh...
look me... up... uh...
Hello? Hello?
Gents, hello! Hello!
No! There's been a terrible mistake!
Trust me, this is all gonna work out brilliantly.
Look, come on! Come on--
I've been shanghaied.
That's a bit bright.
- Sorry about that. - I didn't mean to hurt ya little fella.
Hey, little fella! It's not the size of your wingspan, no!
It's the size of your spirit!
- If you say so, mate. - Can't argue with that.
Well, I'm Tailfeather. This is Toughwood, my brother.
Not the sharpest beak on the block.
- ...not the sharpest beak... - What?!
But...
If you're ever in a scrum, there's no better bird to have on your team.
Yep, absolutely.
Nice to meet you. I'm Valiant.
- Valiant? It's good to meet you. - Let's go!
- It's two for the Tailfeather. - Tailfeather, six to none.
For a, quote, "elite unit", unquote,
they seem to be letting in almost anything with wings.
Including those flies, circling your bottom.
- Oy! Who do you think you are? - I'm Lofty Thadious Worthington Pigeon.
I come from a long and honourable line of warrior pigeons, but--
Hello lads!
I trust you've had a pleasant journey.
Ah, well, I think I speak for all of us when I say,
the ride was a bit bumpy on the way in.
Maybe, check the suspension on that motorbike.
And actually, we are all a wee bit thirsty,
if we could have some cold drinks, that would be nice.
Yeah. Yeah.
Oh, of course! Well, that can certainly be arranged, yeah.
Right after I sprout beak feathers and turn into a flamingo!
Now fall in, feather brains! Fall in!
For the next six weeks your tails belong to me.
You'll learn to march like birds, fly like birds and fight like birds.
I will make birds of you turkeys even if it kills you!
Except you.
- You won't last a week. - Permission to die trying, sir!
It's like this, ladies. You will shape up and you will shape up fast,
or I will personally drum you out of the corps!
Well, funny you should... I would love to get drummed out.
I was gonna bring it up if you hadn't. So...
Hey, leave him alone!
- He helped me to enlist... - Pipe down, pip-squeak!
I'm more interested in having you all drop and give me 50!
Courtesy of your short little friend here.
Training at last.
I say old bean, wouldn't it be more sporting
if the chap who actually committed the infraction-- ow!
Gentlemen, welcome to the Royal Homing Pigeon Service.
For the last time, what was your mission?
And where are these messages coming from?
Ha!
Very well. Have it your way.
- You want us to pluck out his feathers? - And to clip his wings?
Hurt his feelings?
No, no, no, no.
Worse. Much worse.
We have ways...
of making you squawk.
What kind of birds are you?
Must resist yodeling... music!
One two, one two!
And... halt!
Now fall out and report to the nursing dove.
- Nurses? Brilliant! - Nurses?
- Hello nurse. - Look at her!
Well, I've been waiting for you.
Do you have a little something for a brave pigeon about to go into battle, hey darling?
It just so happens I do have something for you.
Did you hear that?
Is this what you had in mind?
Wow, it's awfully big.
You're kind of short for a nursing dove.
Look who's talking!
I'd say you're kind of short for a carrier pigeon.
- I'm Valiant by the way. - All right then Valiant. I'm Victoria.
Now, I know you lads have had a tiring day. What you need is a nice relaxing shower.
Then I'll treat you to a fancy dinner.
We'll get you a little feathercut.
Set you up with some uniforms.
Oh. Beg your pardon.
- Did that hurt?! - Did that?
That's it!
Come here!
And we'll all turn in for a good night's sleep.
So this is where the smelly rotten bits of disgusting refuse are dumped.
And our sleeping quarters would be where?
I'll never sleep in here.
Well, this isn't so bad.
Oh, just like home.
I've had enough!
Speak!
Lieutenant Mercury, Royal Homing Pigeon Service, 4121444444697.
Bring me the truth serum.
Right away.
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
One shot of this, and we will know... everything!
I'll never talk! Never! Never!
Wakey wakey!
You bird brains are Squad F. You know what that means?
- Squad Fantastic! - I've got it! Squad Formidable!
Philosophical!
No!
It means you are the fliers... of the future.
The far future! But my job, somehow, is
to make you the carrier pigeons of today.
Good maneuver. It might help if you kept your eyes open.
- Better get you back to your nursing dove. - Thanks, Bugsy.
You must really like it here,
because this is the third time this week you've been to see me.
- I wish you'd be more careful. - Oh, don't you worry.
Where I come from, danger is our business.
Oh yeah, we spit danger in the eye.
If they can dish it out, well, I can take it.
- And where do you come from? - West Nestington.
That's near Nestington, it's, uhm...
close to the west of it actually.
Oh, Valiant!
Well I have to... return to my duties, so...
Good bye.
Oh, but Valiant, wait!
As homing pigeons it's our duty to transport messages.
In the worst of conditions, wind, rain, sleet, snow,
bombs exploding, bullets flying and as if that weren't enough,
mother nature has the audacity to create a little something called...
The Falcon.
20 pounds of pigeon eating muscle, measuring five of your wing spans.
They like to blind side their prey, at speeds in excess of 200 miles per hour.
But not to bite. Not yet.
The first strike is merely for impact. They'll let you drop of it,
making sure you're defenseless, and scoop you up in their razor sharp talons.
And in the dark of the night, you'll have but a split second to recognize...
friend from foe.
Friend or foe?
- Foe! - Foe! - No!
You idiots, it's a pigeon!
Friend or foe?
- Foe! No, friend! - That's friend! Or maybe...
- No! It's a foe. - Ah! Yes, yes!
Friend or foe?
- Friend! - Friend! Oh, yes. My friend.
99, 100.
101.
102!
To survive his mission, a pigeon must have the strength to carry his message capsule.
He must have the speed to fly like the wind.
Evasive action!
He must have the agility...
to outmaneuver the enemy.
And he must have the endurance to battle the elements,
flying long distances over raging seas.
- Me again. - Valiant.
Oh, my favourite! How did you know?
The parrot says to me "How about we do a loop to loop?"
I said, "I can't do a loop to loop."
He says, "Why ever not?" I say, "Well, I'm afraid of heights!"
He says, "You?! Afraid of heights? That's ridiculous!"
I said, "Well, maybe to you, mate, but not to me."
- That's it, that's it. - Come on!
- Afternoon Monty! - Hello Guts. What news?
Not good I'm afraid.
We just lost Squadron E over Belgium.
That means these new recruits are our only chance.
And they'll have to leave tomorrow.
You can't be serious. They haven't even finished their training.
Attack formation... Steady...
Sorry, but those are the orders.
Have them ready at 1800 tomorrow, Monty old boy. Cheers.
Commander Gutsy is here, so...
So I... I suppose you'll be shipping out soon.
I know, I know! I can't wait! I mean, this is the moment I've been waiting for!
Well, I'd like to be part of what you come home to.
I don't care if you're a hero. Just concentrate on the getting back.
You need to understand something, lads.
Our losses have been heavy. Catastrophic.
You're all we've got!
And so, today, we fight for our country.
Tomorrow our feathers may be plucked from our lifeless bodies,
our innards spread like jam on toast,
and our bones fed to rabid weasels.
But never mind that.
On this day, in this place, let it forever be known,
that you pigeons did your part in the heroic battle for...
- Seeds! - Freedom!
Right! You will be Commander Gutsy's support wing.
I expect you to do whatever it takes to ensure the success of his mission.
Chaps, the message we have been sent to carry is of the utmost importance.
The outcome of the war could well depend on it.
We pigeons have never been entrusted with a more critical or dangerous mission.
May you fly straight! And may your instinct guide you home.
- What did Gutsy mean by "highly dangerous"? - I don't know. But I can tell you this.
I am a bird of principle.
And my number one principle is...
don't get involved with anything called "highly dangerous"!
And I will never violate my core beliefs. Do not ask me to violate my core beliefs.
You're talking to the wrong pigeon.
Sir, point of clarification please. Regarding the highly dangerous mission.
- Uhm... I've got a doctor's note. - Zip it, Stinky.
Yeah. Sure, now I understand, and, uh...
And I truly regret that I have but one life to give for my country.
I'd love to die, love to die. Uhm... Can't. Not Sunday. Bad for me.
- Are you finished? - Not quite. Well, listen...
Maybe I'm not that conscientious, but I do object.
Get back to the barracks!
Now!
Do I still have to go on the dangerous mission?
- Now! - Yep.
- I'll take that as... yes, I do. - Now!
- Hey, hey! Where are you going? - Shh! Keep it down, mate.
- Got some serious flying ahead. - Flying, what do you mean fl--
- Flying to where? - Back to old Trafalgar Square, son.
You're not leaving, you'll break up the team!
Team? I'm not a team player.
Old bug buster plays solo.
Bigger question's not why I'm leaving, but why are you staying?
Why am I sta-- Well, because it's my duty, it's our duty!
Ohoh! Hold on! Sorry! Have I missed something?
Did we start this? No. Did we make those?
Or those?
I've seen them before, mate. And it's not a pretty sight.
The truth is...
I'm scared. Alright?
Don't tell them that. 'cause I'll... I'll deny it.
- Well, I'm scared too. - Well, then come with me. Yeah.
Trafalgar Square will be ours. Come on!
But we didn't make Trafalgar Square either.
And where do we go when they start dropping bombs there?
No, no, I'm staying. I'm doing my bit.
Yeah... They're lucky to have you, mate.
Anyway, keep your wings dry, yeah?
- What's happenin'? - What's going on?
It's time for me to fly the coop, all right? So, I guess this is farewell.
All right?
- Wait, where are you goin'? - You can't just leave, Bugsy.
Look, I've got urgent business to take care of, and...
I better catch the wind while it's blowing.
Look me up when you get back, yeah?! You know where I'll be!
Gentlemen, take your places!
Our mission is to be dropped behind enemy lines in occupied France.
To make contact with the French resistance.
To get a vital top secret message and bring it back here by sundown tomorrow.
Good luck. The fate of the freedom loving world depends on us.
Wait!
Hey, Bugsy!
You can't go without me! I can't let you get all the glory!
Good luck, lads.
- Hey, Bugsy! Thanks for coming back! - Ah! I'll tell you the truth.
It's the first worthwhile thing I've ever done.
We're gonna be fine. Right, Lofty?
Ah, yes. I--
Indubitably! Birds of a feather and all that, what?
- Right Lofty ol'mate. We stick together. - Hey Tailfeather, can you believe that
we're the ones they pick to send on the most important mission in World War II?
- Yeah! - Yeah!
Me too!
Truthfully, I'm not a good singer anyway.
Always off key.
Enough already! You've been jabbering for days!
Hey, hey, who gave me the serum? You want me to talk, okay I'm talking.
Truth be told, I'm glad you did this. Homing Pigeon racket is all well and good,
but it's a stiff upper beak rubbish all the time,
I mean, I've got feelings and I wanna express them, like...
I always used to think my favourite color was blue, cause it's for boys.
Now I realise that I love...
Shut up! Shut up!
I demand better treatment I mean the mice don't treat me like this!
You know those charming little Resistance chappies,
with their fabulous view over the harbour.
The last time I was in the attic in St. Pierre...
St. Pierre?
Oh, the truth serum is genious. Cover his cage!
I'm curious, what is your favourite colour?
Pink!
Not like a hot pink, or a pastely pink.
Just a kind of, well of, a pink pink. You know what I mean, I mean,
none of the rinky dink pinks.
Excuse me.
I like pink too.
Come on. Chin up, Valiant!
Stiff upper beak.
Gentlemen, get ready to drop!
Are you ready to drop?
I think I've dropped already!
It's okay to be scared, fellows! I'd be worried if you weren't.
It won't get better, but you'll get used to it!
Go! Go! Go!
It's jammed!
- Sir, let me help you! - No! Go now! That's an order!
Yes, sir.
Come on Gutsy, get out of there!
Oh, come on.
Hello? Hello? A little help chaps?
Hold on there, we'll get you out of there now.
Cheers! Bit of a tenuous landing that, but, I dare say it could've been worse.
- Watch out! - Look out! - Oh, my.
- Sorry Lofty. - Not to worry, old chap.
I say, a bit of a muddle, this.
- But at least we're all in one piece. - Not quite all.
- Where's Gutsy? - He was still in the plane.
What do you mean he was still in the plane?
His cage got stuck. I...
- I don't think he got out. - Ah! Well, that's it!
We're dead! We're finished! It's been a good run. Nice knowing you.
You're quite mistaken, ol' boy. I'm sure he made it out.
Gutsy always makes it out, he's going to come and find us any minute now.
And give us the plans for the mission.
- Then who has the backup plan? - You want the backup plan? Uhm.
- We die. That's the backup plan. - But I'm not ready to die!
- Am I ready? No one's asked me! - So many books to read! Regrets! Why?
That's it. We're dead. Thank you very much.
Everyone be quiet. Quiet!
We need a plan.
And the plan is...
Is to find a safe location to plan the next move.
- You heard the bird. - So, our plan is to, uh... make a plan?
Come on.
France is spooky.
Vive la France!
Quiet! Did you hear that? There's someone in there!
Somebody better go and have a look.
All right, I'll go.
All right you turkeys, let's go.
Valiant, just pull yourself together. There's nothing in here.
Unless you're counting guns, bombs, all the falcons, the pigeon-eating falcons.
Pigeon-eating falcons!
Come on, Tailfeather, let's get you out of the grail. Come on, here we go.
- Oh, thanks guys. - Vive la France!
Pardonnez moi, my pigeon friends. You are the RHPS, non?
- Uhm... - Yes, sir.
French Résistance, Mouse Division.
Oh! Well, am I glad to see ya. I'll tell ya. How did you not find us?
Well, there was the plane and the explosion.
And the screaming, and the pleading.
More screaming, the begging, the crying, whining, whinging, yelling, boohooing...
- And... - Enough about that.
- Absolutely. - Definitely, definitely. Yeah.
Ah... Allow me to introduce myself.
I am Charles De Girl.
De Girl? Why do they call you De Girl?
Because I am a girl. The one and only girl.
- I like France. - Do you speak French?
- Well, uhm... mais oui, uh... - Does "o là là" mean anything to you?
Or "va va voom!" Oh yeah! Does bonjour...
All right! We don't have time for this!
You have a message, we have a mission.
- Let's get on with it! - Not so fast, monsieur!
This is Rallo.
He is an expert in sab--
Sabotage.
Sabotage!
Non, non, non. Rollo!
Rollo, stop!
Pardon.
Now, monsieur, before you continue on your mission,
it is our national custom to...
- Break the bread? - And cut the cheese!
Thank you for your hospitality, but we just don't have time to eat.
And anyway we're birds...
- We don't eat cheese. - We don't?
- Look, about that message. - We will take you to it.
But the road is dangerous. And guarded by the enemy falcon.
But this cannot be a problem for such highly trained pigeons.
That is why you are squad A, oui?
The thing is, you see...
- Squad B? - Uh, not squad B.
Squad C?
So then... you are squad D!
Just between us, squad D was never really all it was cracked up to be.
I will not lie to you...
You will definitely be eaten the falcons.
Wow. That was some fine fromage.
- Can you burp on cue? - Yeah.
I can burp on all the letters, not just Q. Watch this...
A. B. C.
Shhh! Be silent!
The falcons!
I say!
Excuse me.
Come on.
Falcons!
All clear!
Stop that!
Oh, Squad F...
- We are here. - Well, this is invigorating.
The attic! There it is! Fly, English pigeons! Fly!
- Oh! Oh, dear. Sorry, girl. - Dirty bird!
Lofty pigeon at your service. Hold on, mademoiselle.
He's heavy, this one!
There they are!
Faster!
Sabotage!
To the right!
Over there!
I am going to get you!
Hold on, De Girl!
This is it!
I must do the secret knock.
- Who is it? - De Girl.
- We must do the secret password. - Jacques, there is no time!
"Ba, ba, black sheep. Have you any?"
Wine?
No, no, that is yesterday's password.
- Cheese? - No.
- Seeds? - No, no, no.
- Petunias? - No.
Falcons!
Jacques!
- Let me give you le message. - You can give me "le massage".
Can you make sure it's a full body massage.
Message! The message that is to go to London.
Our freedom depends on it.
And... who will carry them?
Wait. I'll take it.
- Bugsy? - Extraordinary!
- And you said you weren't a team player. - Well, we'll see now won't we?
Good luck, Bugsy. May you fly straight...
And let our instincts guide us home.
Pardon.
Good bye. And good luck, pigeons!
Okay, farewell.
Absolutely charmed.
Just... one tiny thing.
- How are we gonna get out of here! - We're trapped!
I've got an idea! I've got an idea!
Where are they?
Let's go!
- Hey, it worked like a charm! - They'll be teaching that one
- at the academy! - I just hope the others are OK.
Can't count on it!
Evasive action!
Let's go.
Get your claws off him!
I said let go! I'm the one you want!
You can do better than that, you English pigeon!
Bugsy!
Dinner time!
Bugsy!
It was not easy, Herr General. But I have...
captured their leader!
Leader...
Or, perhaps, assistant leader.
- But more importantly, Herr General. - Get on with it!
May I present you with...
The message! Tada.
The high commander will be pleased!
There will be medals, photographs, commemorative stamps!
I will personally deliver it to him.
They must be desperate indeed to give the message to this putrid smelling reject.
Oh, no, Dennis! You've squished... He was my favourite.
I am-- You're-- That's exactly what--
I'm putrefied, stinky, rotten. Eat me, you'll be sick for a week.
- Take him away! - No! No, listen, you can't...
I've got a doctor's note. I've got a feather condition!
Wait! On second thought, he may prove useful.
Yeah! Oh, yes! Oh, yes. Yes.
Oh, thank you. You're very wise.
What do you like? Um...
Cards? We can play cards. Uh...
Find the pebble? I've got a lovely voice.
There'll be blue birds over...
The white cliffs of... Dover.
That probably annoys you, you don't want that one, that's... No, you don't want...
I was thinking more along the lines of a celebration dinner.
Celebration dinner! Brilliant idea! Oh, I cook well!
Not I cook well! I won't be in it.
I can make dinner. Bread crumbs! You'll love...
Oh, you haven't tried my bread crumb... bird-seedy thing.
No, pigeon under glass.
With a lovely Liebfraumilch reduction.
...tickle.
What did you do to him?
You're all right, mate?
Wa-- wai-- wait a minute now!
It's a feng-shui. That little bell should be over there!
Uhm... okay. Yeah, yeah.
Who was I kidding? I don't belong here.
I've let everyone down.
Bugsy wouldn't even be here if it weren't for me.
Chaps! There's Valiant! Look! Follow me!
- Valiant! - Valiant!
- Hey! Lofty! Toughwood! - You've made it!
- Chaps! - Gutsy! You're alive!
What happened? Tell us what happened!
Plane exploded. Chute gave out.
Free fall of 3,000 feet. Set upon by a pack of wolves.
Flew through barbed wire, picked up some shrapnel from a stray grenade.
Fought my way to the rendezvous, when, here we are.
Right! We can dispense with the chit chat.
I'm guessing the falcons have acquired the message.
- Yes, sir. - Where's Bugsy?
He sacrificed himself to save me. The falcons got Bugsy and the message.
- Which way did they go? - That way.
Oh, no!
Rule Britannia,
Britannia rules the waves.
Britons, never, never, never,
will be slaves.
Rule Britannia...
Come on, pull yourself together. Snap out of it!
Come on Bugsy ol' boy, let's find us a way out of here.
Where there's a will, there's a way.
Right. You chaps sit tight.
I'll fly in, avoiding the various clever booby traps and deadly ambushes.
Then subdue any resistance. And secure the message.
- Absolutely. - Gutsy by name. Gutsy by nature.
I will bathe.
- Bring me my best cape. - Yes, Herr General.
- Join the army you said. See the-- - I didn't say it.
- You did. - It was your idea.
- It was your idea! - ... Not listening! No, no.
I'm afraid it's not as simple as I thought.
This is a highly fortified bunker stuffed to the gills with enemy falcons.
There's only one opening, scarcely big enough for a hummingbird.
It's down the barrel of that gun.
No, gentlemen, I'm afraid it's hopeless.
I'll do it!
Valiant!
Bugsy?
I'm too young to die! I can't believe it!
- Hey! - Hey?
- Valiant? - Bugsy.
Hey! The message! It's in there.
No, no! Red.
Red says strong and decisive! Red it is!
- Yes, Herr General! - Yes, yes, yes. That's what I'm here for.
- No, no, wait. The blue was the actual trim. - As many capes as you like, General.
They're coming!
Valiant, get down!
- How many capes does someone need?! - I'm sick of capes, I hate capes...
Here goes.
- Now I'll get you out of here Bugs. - It's no use, he took the key with him.
- Complete the mission! - But Bugsy, I can't!
Valiant! Forget about me! You've got the message, now get out of here!
- No, Bugsy! - Go.
Don't! Don't do it!
Underlingk?
Underlingk!
Ya, Herr General.
My beak brush!
Ya, Herr General.
Pin on my medals, pin on my medals...
...on my cape.
Cufflingk?
Ya, Herr General?
- My talon clippers. - Ya, Herr General!
I am magnificent!
Valiant! They're coming!
- Get him! - Stop him!
What's going on!
Bugsy!
Oh, yes. Brilliant!
Come on, last chance. Get up! Come on, get up...
What is that repulsive odor?!
Not to rush you or anything, we gotta go! Come on!
Well done, my lad!
- You're from Squad E, right? - It's a long story, I'll tell you later!
You idiots!
Valiant! Bugsy! Mercury!
- We did it! - Valiant, you made it!
- And... the message? - Oh, yes, sir. Safe and sound.
- Good man! - Thank you, sir.
Right lads, we have a message to deliver.
Let's make wind!
Those falcons are gonna think twice before they try to mess with us!
Enemy fliers!
Toughwood! Tailfeather! Figure of 8!
- Disperse! - Yes, sir!
Well done!
Come on lads, attack formation!
Valiant, complete the mission! You know where to go.
Keep it tight now!
Let's go chaps!
You look tired, little bird. Wouldn't you like a rest...
In my belly?
So... you are the elite?
The best of the best?
There's more to me than meets... your eye.
I hope I'm gonna make it. I think I'm gonna make it.
And I'm going to make it!
You can't escape me, pigeon!
What do you do with a drunken sailor, early in the morning...
Valiant, back so soon! And alive! Excitable boy!
What the...
Falcon! Sound the alarm!
Sound the alarm!
It's just you and me now, pigeon! This is where it ends.
You are nothing but a lowly roof pigeon.
You are no match for a Falcon Royal.
It's just as I imagined! Pieces and shreds!
Valiant!
Come on, come on...
- You great ugly... - ...you dirty falcon!
Come out, little birdy.
I may even spare your puny little life!
Just stay calm. You can do this!
Pip-squeak!
My name is not pip-squeak!
My name is Valiant!
- Valiant! - Good lad!
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have a message to deliver.
That's my boy!
Valiant? You've made it?
Valiant pigeon.
Sir, I... I have a message to deliver.
Gentlemen, a change of plan. We now land in Normandy.
Well done, son. This could mean promotion.
I'm proud of you. You're a credit to the service.
Thank you. Thank you, sir. It's been a... Oh, sorry!
Sorry, sorry, sorry...
- Valiant! - Well done ol' boy!
- I knew you'd do it. - Oh, you little beauty. Well done, mate.
Seeds!
Ahoy there, Valiant!
Bug juice, on the house of course.
- I'm the hero around here. - No, no. I'm the hero. You wanna see...
- Will you shut up? - I was doing alright till you came over.
- Hello, handsome! - I say!
- Shall we shake a tailfeather? - Certainly!
Oh, sergeant!
- Oh, Valiant, maybe you and I could... - Sorry, but I'm not available.
But I can't stress enough how available I am.