[REVVING MOTORCYCLE]
BIKER: [SINGING]
Rhyming through this
world, on a bike.
Words end the same.
They sound alike.
The crow flies low,
a perfect rhyme.
That's how we know it's
rhyming time.
CROW: Caw!
Caw!
MR. BROWNING: How do you
like my love poem
so far, Miss Barrett?
[CLEARS THROAT]
Roses are red, violets
are blue.
Sugar is sweet, and I love--
MISS BARRETT: Yes, my
dear Mr. Browning?
MR. BROWNING: I love --
MISS BARRETT: Yes, my darling?
MR. BROWNING: Oh, I need a word
that ends in the same
sound as blue.
I need a rhyme.
Oh, I'll never think of it!
Never!
Never!
MISS BARRETT: Really?
MR. BROWNING: Being a poet
is such hard work.
MISS BARRETT: Well,
how about --
[MUSIC PLAYING]
BIKER: You got a problem
rhyming?
BIKER: This could
be good timing!
MR. BROWNING: We're poets!
Leave us alone!
MISS BARRETT: Who are
you ruffians?
BIKER: We're the
Sons of Poetry.
We rhyme all the time.
BIKER: What?
It's not a crime.
BIKER: Just a hobby,
right, Bobby?
BIKER: No big, Tig.
BIKER: You need a
rhyming word?
BIKER: That's what we heard.
MR. BROWNING: Well,
yes, I need a word
that rhymes with blue.
BIKER: Sons of Poetry!
[MUSIC PLAYING]
BIKER: Got it!
BIKER: The rhyme is shoe.
MR. BROWNING: Shoe?
BIKER: Shoe rhymes with blue.
They end the same.
BIKER: Yeah!
Ask the dame!
MISS BARRETT: Well, yes,
they do, but --
BIKER: Shoe, blue, shoe, blue!
MISS BARRETT: True,
but you see --
MR. BROWNING: Roses are
red, violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet, and
I love my shoe?
[REVVING MOTORCYCLES]
ALL BIKERS: Woo-hoo!
MR. BROWNING: Wait,
wait, wait.
That would never, never work.
MISS BARRETT: Of course not!
BIKER: What?
I don't believe it!
Take it or leave it!
[REVVING MOTORCYCLE]
BIKER: Hey, relax, Jacks!
BIKER: Whatever you say, Clay.
MR. BROWNING: No, no no,
you see, though it's a
good rhyme, it is.
It's just that I don't
love my shoe.
MISS BARRETT: Yes.
You see, he loves m--
BIKER: OK.
We'll give you one more
word that rhymes.
Just one.
BIKER: Then we're done.
BIKER: Sons of Poetry!
[REVVING MOTORCYCLES]
BIKER: Got it!
BIKER: The rhyme is moo!
MISS BARRETT: Moo?
BIKER: Moo rhymes with blue.
MISS BARRETT: Yes,
but you see--
MR. BROWNING: Let's see, roses
are red, violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet, and
I love moo.
[REVVING MOTORCYCLES]
ALL BIKERS: Woo-hoo!
COW: Moo!
MR. BROWNING: Oh, no,
no no, no no, sorry.
No, there's been some
misunderstanding.
I don't love moo.
COW: [WEEPING]
MISS BARRETT: No, you
see, he loves--
BIKER: All right!
Stop your frowning, Browning!
We'll give you one more
word that rhymes.
But that's it.
Then we split.
Sons of Poetry!
[REVVING MOTORCYCLES]
BIKER: Got it!
Stew!
MISS BARRETT: Stew?
MR. BROWNING: Roses are
red, violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet and
I love stew?
Yes!
MISS BARRETT: [GASPING]
What?
ALL BIKERS: Woo-hoo!
[REVVING MOTORCYCLES]
MR. BROWNING: Stew rhymes with
blue, and I do love stew!
I do, I do!
MISS BARRETT: But
what about me?
I thought you loved me.
MR. BROWNING: Oh,
sorry darling.
Me doesn't rhyme with blue.
You're a poet.
You should know that.
MISS BARRETT: Ugh.
Any room on the back
of that bike?
BIKER: Hop on!
MISS BARRETT: I'm gone!
[REVVING MOTORCYCLE]
ALL BIKERS: Woo-hoo!
MR. BROWNING: Wait, wait wait!
Miss Barrett!
Miss Barrett!
Come back!
I love you!
No, no, no.
Not moo.
You!
Moo and you end in
the same sound.
They rhyme.
Shoo!
Shoo!
COW: [WEEPING]
MR. BROWNING: Ugh!
Oh!
Doh!
CROW: Caw!
Caw!
MR. BROWNING: Hello?
CROW: Caw!
MR. BROWNING: Anyone?
[MUSIC PLAYING]
BIKER: [SINGING]
That's how we know it's
rhyming time.
MAN: And now, the Two-headed
Monster is going to show us
how to take turns!
TWO-HEADED MONSTER
BOTH: Take turns!
TWO-HEADED MONSTER
1: Me first!
TWO-HEADED MONSTER 2: Oh, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
TWO-HEADED MONSTER 1: What?
TWO-HEADED MONSTER
2: Me first!
TWO-HEADED MONSTER 1: Oh,
no, no, me first!
TWO-HEADED MONSTER
2: No, no no!
