Crow #1: Did you ever see an elephant fly?
Crow #2: Well, I've seen a horse fly.
Crow #3: Ah, I've seen a dragon fly.
Crow #4: Hee-hee. I've seen a house fly.
Mr. Stork: Here is a baby with eyes of blue, straight from heaven, right to you. Or - straight from heaven up above, here is a baby for you to love.
Timothy Q. Mouse: You all oughta be ashamed of yourselves. A bunch of big guys like you, pickin' on a poor little orphan like him. Suppose you was torn away from your mother when you was just a baby. Nobody to tuck you in at nights. No warm, soft, caressin' trunk to snuggle inta. How would you like being left out alone, in a cold, cruel, heartless world? And why? I ask ya, why? Just because he's got those big ears, they call him a freak. The laughing stock of the circus. And when his mother tried to protect him, they threw her into the clink. And on top of that, they made him a clown! Socially he's washed up! Aw, but what's the use of talkin' to you cold-hearted bids? Go ahead! Have your fun! Laugh at him! Kick him now that he's down! Go on! We don't care.
[turns away and blows nose]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Now I wonder how we ever got up in that tree, anyway?
[looks back toward the tree, the branches now snapped]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Now, let's see - elephants can't climb trees, can they? Nah, nah, that's ridiculous. Would they jump up? Mm-mmm. Too high.
Jim Crow: Hey there, son. Maybe y'all flew up.
Timothy Q. Mouse: Maybe we flew up. Yeah, maybe we...
[suddenly shouts ecstatically]
Timothy Q. Mouse: That's it! Dumbo! You flew! Boy, am I stupid. Why didn't I think of this before? Your ears! Just look at 'em, Dumbo! Why, they're poifect wings! The very things that held ya down are gonna carry ya up, and up, and up!
[excitedly, but softly to himself]
Timothy Q. Mouse: I can see it all now...
[shouts ecstatically once again]
Timothy Q. Mouse: "Dumbo! The ninth wonder of the universe! The world's only flyin' elephant!"
[after the pyramid accident]
Elephant Matriarch: Oh, I never thought I'd live to see the big top fall.
Giddy: Because of that Dumbo, I never *can* show my face there again.
Fidgity Elephant: Oh, look at my beautiful tail!
Elephant Matriarch: I just like to spank the daylights out of him, I...
[she raises her trunk from her cast, but the pain stops her, and she groans as she lowers her trunk back into the cast]
Prissy: Oh, that won't be necessary, dearie. They fixed him good.
Elephant Matriarch: What do you mean?
Giddy: What did they do?
Fidgity Elephant: Did they beat him?
Giddy: What is it, Darling?
Fidgity Elephant: Tell us!
Elephant Matriarch: Come, come, I demand to know!
Prissy: Oh, well... they've gone and made him... oh, dear, I just can't say it.
Elephant Matriarch: Out with it!
Prissy: Made him a clown.
Fidgity Elephant: A clown?
Elephant Matriarch: Oh, the shame of it. Let us take the solemn vow.
[all the elephants raise their trunks]
Elephant Matriarch: From now on, he is no longer an elephant.
[they touch trunks together]
Timothy Q. Mouse: All we gotta do is build an act. Make ya a star. A headliner! Dumbo the Gr-eat!
[Fanfare plays as Dumbo hoists Timothy with his trunk]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Uh-oh. The Great what?
[faltering fanfare as Dumbo lowers Timothy]
Timothy Q. Mouse: You know, Dumbo, we'd better get an idea. Not just any idea. Somethin' colossal. Like uh...
Ringmaster: Have I got an idea! What an idea!
Timothy Q. Mouse: Huh. He never had an idea in his life.
Ringmaster: Just visualize: One elephant climbs up on top of another elephant, until finally, all seventeen elephants have constructed an enormous pyramid of pachyderms! I step out. I blow the whistle. The trumpets are trumpeting...
Timothy Q. Mouse: [smiling earnestly] Yeah!
Ringmaster: And now, comes the climax!
Joe: Yeah, what is the climax?
Ringmaster: [chuckles] I don't know.
Timothy Q. Mouse: I knew he never had nothin'.
Ringmaster: [getting into bed] Maybe it comes to me in a vision while I dream. Good night, Joe.
Joe: Good night, boss.
Jim Crow: [as Dumbo rides off on the train] Boy, I wish I'd have got his autograph.
Crow: Here, man, I've got his autograph.
Jim Crow: Well, so long, glamour boy!
Narrator: Through the snow, and sleet, and hail / Through the blizzard, through the gale / Through the wind and through the rain / Over mountain, over plain / Through the blinding lightning flash / And the mighty thunder crash / Ever faithful, ever true / Nothing stops him, he'll get through.
Timothy Q. Mouse: [shift-shapes into a ghostly figure next to the ringmaster's ear with just his eyes showing, utters mysteriously] I... am the voice of your subconscious mind. Your inspiration. Nowwwwwwww - concentrate!
Ringmaster: [loud snore, as Timothy scurries under the sheets]
Timothy Q. Mouse: [sticking his hand out at first, then revealing his face entirely] Remember? Your pyramid of elephants are standin' in the ring, waitin' for a climax!
Timothy Q. Mouse: [mysteriously] You are now getting that climax.
Timothy Q. Mouse: [rushes to the ringmaster's ear, almost whispering, suddenly concerned] How's the reception? Comin' through okay?
Ringmaster: [snores mutteringly]
Timothy Q. Mouse: [smiles] Good!
Timothy Q. Mouse: Suddenly, from the sidelines, comes your climax.
Timothy Q. Mouse: Gallopin' across the arena.
Timothy Q. Mouse: [hops on the ringmaster's hat brim, then dangles from it, yelling into the ringmaster's ear] He jumps from a springboard, to a platform, at the very pinnacle of your pyramid, and he waves a flag, for a glorious finish!
Timothy Q. Mouse: [whispering again at first, then yelling once more] And who is your climax? The little elephant with the big ears! The world's mightiest midget mastodon: Dumbo!
Ringmaster: [snores as Timothy scurries away] What?
Timothy Q. Mouse: Dumbo.
Timothy Q. Mouse: [softer] Dumbo.
Timothy Q. Mouse: [almost inaudibly] Dumbo.
Ringmaster: [awake] Dumbo! I got it! I got it!
[the elephants think that Dumbo with his big ears is the reason Mrs. Jumbo has been locked up]
Timothy Q. Mouse: What's the matter with his ears? I don't see nothin' wrong with 'em. I think they're cute.
Choral Effects: We work all day/We work all night/We never learned/To read or write/We're happy-hearted roustabouts!/When other folks/have gone to bed/We slave until/We're almost dead/We're happy-hearted roustabouts!
Casey Jr.: [climbing a hill] I think I can. I think I can. I think I can. I... Think... I... Can... I
Casey Jr.: [goes down the other side] Thought I could. I thought I could. I thought I could. Woo-hoo!
Clown: Hey, be careful. Don't hurt the little guy.
Skinny: Aw, c'mon. Elephants ain't got no feelings.
Clown #2: No, they're made of rubber.
Giddy: Gaining a little weight, aren't you, honey?
Prissy: You're no cream puff yourself, dearie.
Elephant Matriarch: Quiet up there! Tend to your work, girls.
Crow #1: Why, he flies just like an eagle.
Crow #2: Better than an airplane.
Jim Crow: Brother, now I've seen everything!
Jim Crow: Quiet, gentlemen. The Reverend Rodent is gonna ad-dress you.
Jim Crow: [singing] I seen a peanut stand /And heard a rubber band /I've seen a needle that winked its eye / But I been done seen about everything / When I see an elephant fly.
Timothy Q. Mouse: Look at that house. Dumbo, you're standing on the threshold of success. Don't look down, it'll make you dizzy. Boy! Are they in for a surprise!
Timothy Q. Mouse: Got the magic feather?
[Dumbo winks in answer, and Timothy gives him an OK sign]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Good!
Crow #1: Well, looky here, looky here.
Crow #2: My, my. Why, this is most irreg-lar.
Crow #3: [rubbing his eyes] Well, I just can't believe my eyes.
Crow #1: They ain't dead, is they?
Crow #4: No. Dead people don't snore... or do they?
Jim Crow: [all the crows whisper until he flies down, then gestures for them to move aside] Uh, what's all the ruckus? C'mon, step aside, brother.
[pacing the branch]
Jim Crow: Uh, what's cookin' 'round here? C'mon, what's the good news? What's fryin', boys?
Crow #1: Just look down there, brother.
Crow #4: And prepare yourself for a shock.
Singer: I can stand the sight of worms / And look at microscopic germs / But Technicolor pachyderms / Is really too much for me.
Singer: I am not the type to faint / When things are odd or things are quaint / But seeing things you know that ain't / Can definitely give you an awful fright / What a sight!
Chorus: Chase 'em away! Chase 'em away! / I'm afraid / Need your aid / Pink elephants on parade.
Elephant Matriarch: Take your foot out of my eye... clumsy ox!
Timothy Q. Mouse: [completely drunk while looking at bubbles] Balloonies.
[he notices a bubble with his reflection in it]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Hiya, George!
[he hugs the bubble]
Timothy Q. Mouse: [quietly at first, then lighting up excitedly] Climax?... climax! Dumbo, *you're* a climax. I'll be back in a minute, I'm gonna take care of your future.
Timothy Q. Mouse: [after Dumbo blows a zigzag bubble] That's a pretty strick slick. All right, let's see you blow a square one, pal.
[Dumbo blows a square bubble]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Say, that's very, very clever. Now blow a greaaaaaat big one!
[Dumbo blows a big bubble; it turns into a pink elephant]
Timothy Q. Mouse: That's a pretty stri... Hey!
[the pink elephant blows more pink elephants]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Dumbo!
[rushes under Dumbo's hat]
Timothy Q. Mouse: You see what I see?
[Dumbo's ears are revealed, and the other elephants gasp]
Elephant Matriarch: Is it possible?
Giddy: Isn't there some mistake?
Prissy: Just look at those... those... E-A-R-S.
Fidgity Elephant: Those what? Oh, ears!
[Takes one of Dumbo's ears]
Fidgity Elephant: Oh, these! Aren't they funny?
Fidgity Elephant: [Mrs. Jumbo slaps her on the trunk, while the others gasp in terror]
Prissy: What a temper!
Fidgity Elephant: What did I do? Tell me, did I say anything?
Elephant Matriarch: A perfectly harmless remark.
Fidgity Elephant: I said they're funny looking, they *are* funny!
Prissy: They certainly are.
Giddy: After all, who cares about her precious little Jumbo?
Prissy: Jumbo? You mean Dumbo.
Elephant Matriarch: Dumbo!
Timothy Q. Mouse: [as Dumbo falls from his platform after the "magic" feather falls away] Dumbo! C'mon, fly! Open them ears! The magic feather was just a gag! You can fly! Honest, you can! Hey, open 'em up! Hurryyyyyyy!
[at the last moment, Dumbo opens his ears and soars over the crowd]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Whee! We did it! We did it! Let's show 'em, Dumbo! Power dive!
Timothy Q. Mouse: [the elephants' chatting catches his attention] Huh! A guy can't eat in peace.
[he breaks a peanut open, then eats it]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Gab, gab, gab. They're always gossipin'.
[Timothy wakes up to find Jim Crow staring him in the face]
Timothy Q. Mouse: [sleepily] Ohhhhhhhh! All those pink elephants.
Jim Crow: Ah! Pink elephants? Mm-mmm!
Timothy Q. Mouse: What's so funny? What're you boys doin' down here, anyway?
Jim Crow: What're we doing *down* here? Well, hear him talk!
Timothy Q. Mouse: [grudgingly, as he tries to get back to sleep] Ah, fly up a tree where you belong.
[More laughter as Jim Crow puffs a circle of smoke around Timothy]
Jim Crow: Now look here, Brother Rat...
Timothy Q. Mouse: [suddenly standing up, then staring Jim straight in the face] Brother Rat? Now listen! I ain't your brother, and I ain't no rat, see?
Jim Crow: Uh-uh. And I suppose you and no elephant ain't up in no tree, either.
Timothy Q. Mouse: No! No, me in no tree and I'm no... What? Tree?
[he and Jim look up, then down to see that they really are up a tree]
Timothy Q. Mouse: [gasps, then squeals as he hides in Dumbo's trunk] Dumbo.
[rushes to Dumbo's eyes]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Dumbo. Wake up. Wake up, Dumbo!
Timothy Q. Mouse: Don't look now, but I think we're up in a tree!
Crows: [Pushing on Dumbo at the top of a cliff] Leeet's go! Leeet's go! Heaaave ho! Heaaave ho!
Timothy Q. Mouse: Let's go, Dumbo!
Crows: Leeet's go! Leeet's go!
Timothy Q. Mouse: Come on now. Up, down! Up, down! One, two! One, two! One, two! Faster, faster! Build up flying speed! Detract your landing gear! Raise your fuselage! Take off!
[Dumbo's flapping kicks up a lot of dust, obscuring everything]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Aw, it's no use, Dumbo. I guess that was just another one of their - Look!
[he sees Dumbo's shadow on the ground far below]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Hot diggety! You're flyin'! You're flyin'!
Timothy Q. Mouse: [after the reprise of "When I See an Elephant Fly", when Dumbo, Timothy, and all the crows land on a telephone wire] Dumbo, I knew you could do it! Wait'll we get to the big town!
Jim Crow: Boy, them city folks is sure in for a surprise!
Timothy Q. Mouse: [watches as Dumbo looks at the elephants with their backs on him, then walks away sadly] How do ya like that? They're givin' him the cold shoulder. Poor little guy. There he goes, without a friend in the world. Nobody to turn to.
[he gets up and marches toward the other elephants]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Ah, I'll do somethin' about this!
[as soon as one elephant sees him, the others shriek like crazy and run in all directions and soon all cover their faces]
Timothy Q. Mouse: So you like pickin' on little guys, huh? Well, why don't you pick on me?
Elephant Matriarch: [backs away in fear] Don't!
Timothy Q. Mouse: [he whistles through his finger, which scares one elephant, then wiggles his nose, which scares another] A proud race. Overstuffed *hay* bags!
[one elephant breaks a ladder rung, and Timothy walks away, chuckling. The other elephants watch him apprehensively, but he soon turns around and scares them one last time by turning himself into a pirate]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Boo!
[the elephants shriek one last time, and he chuckles again]
Timothy Q. Mouse: They're still afraid of a mouse! Oh-ho, boy! Wait'll I tell the little guy!
Timothy Q. Mouse: [as Dumbo drinks the water with the clowns' champagne] Listen, little fella: we may have had a lot of hard luck up till now, but you and me'll do big things together. Hold your breath.
[Dumbo holds his breath, holding the water]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Why, your mother'll be so proud of ya, I'll be proud of you, too. The whole coicus'll be proud of ya. Now, whaddaya think of that? Swallow it.
[Dumbo gulps the water down]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Ha-ha, they won't keep us down.
[Dumbo hiccups several bubbles, then lazily falls back, blowing one bubble, but soon rises again]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Oh, I guess you had a little one left over. Dumbo, we'll bounce back so hard...
[Dumbo hiccups more bubbles]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Hey, whatsa matter with ya?
[Dumbo snorts more bubbles, which turns Timothy suspicious]
Timothy Q. Mouse: What kinda water is this, anyhow?
[he leans over the bucket rim to check out the water's condition, but soon falls in headfirst]
Prissy: Girls, girls! Listen! Have I got a trunk full of dirt.
Prissy: Well, frankly, I wouldn't eat at the same bale of hay with him.
Ringmaster: Ladies and gentlemen! We will now present for your entertainment the most stupendous, magnificent, super-colossal spectacle! On this tiny, little, insignificant ball, we will construct for you a pyramid! Not of wood, not of stone...
Prissy: To hear him talk, you'd think he was going to do it.
Elephant Matriarch: The stuffed shirt!
Ringmaster: ...pyramid, of ponderous, pulsating, pulchritudinous pachyderms! I give you the elephants.
Fidgity Elephant: Can you bear it? When she doused the ringmaster, I just thought I'd die!
Giddy: Well personally, *I* think she went a bit too far.
Elephant Matriarch: After all, one musn't forget one is a lady.
Fidgity Elephant: Oh, you're right, dear.
Giddy: Oh, well, I suppose that's mother love.
Ringmaster: Ladies and gentlemen, you have now seen the impossible accomplished in front of your faces. Seven jungle giants, each weighing not one ounce less than 4,500 pounds.
Elephant Matriarch: [over the ringmaster's announcement] That windbag! Why doesn't he come to the point?
Ringmaster: And now, I present to you the world's smallest little elephant, who will spring from this springboard in one spring to the top of the pyramid, waving his little flag for the grand climax! Ladies and gentlemen, I give you... Dumbo!
Timothy Q. Mouse: [leads Dumbo to the cage where Mrs. Jumbo is kept] Oh, right over there. Cozy little place, ain't it?
[Timothy jumps on the window]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Mrs. Jumbo! I hope she's in.
Timothy Q. Mouse: Someone to see ya!
[Casey Jr. is about to leave the circus' winter quarters]
Ringmaster: All aboard! All aboard!
Casey Jr.: All aboard! Let's go!
Timothy Q. Mouse: [a trumpet and drumroll play as Dumbo hesitantly holds back from running out toward the elephant pyramid] Go on! Get goin'! Whatsa matter wit'cha? Dumbo, that's your cue! You're on, Dumbo!
[trumpet and drumroll play again as he pulls out a needle to force Dumbo onto the runway]
Mr. Stork: Oh, one moment, please. This is still part of the service.
[blows tuning whistle]
Mr. Stork: Happy birthday to you / Happy birthday to you / Happy birthday, dear... uh-dear... Dear me, what's his name?
Mrs. Jumbo: Jumbo... Junior.
Mr. Stork: Oh, Jumbo Jr. Right, Jumbo Jr.
[blows whistle again]
Mr. Stork: Happy birthday, dear Jumbo Jr. / Happy birthday... to-hooo-oooo...
[he is suddenly snagged on the mail hook at the train station and yanked off the train]
Mr. Stork: ...yooooooooooooooou!
Timothy Q. Mouse: [he's just revealed a peanut under his hat] Dumbo, look what I've got for ya!
[Dumbo sticks his trunk out from the straw and sniffs the peanut, but Timothy backs away]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Ah-ah-ah-ah, you have to come out foist!
[Timothy finds Dumbo hiding under a haystack, his trunk sticking out]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Where is he? Oh.
[tapping Dumbo's trunk]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Hey Dumbo, you can come out now.
[Dumbo sticks his trunk inside the haystack]
Timothy Q. Mouse: [startled] Golly. Must have scared him too. But look, Dumbo, I'm your friend. Come on out, won't ya?
[Dumbo shakes his head under the hay]
Timothy Q. Mouse: You're not really afraid of little me, are ya?
[Dumbo nods yes]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Ya are?
Timothy Q. Mouse: Must have overdid it in there, don't know my own strength sometimes.
Timothy Q. Mouse: You know? Your ma ain't crazy. She's just broken-hearted. And it ain't nobody's fault you got them big ears.
[Dumbo covers himself up with his ears]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Oh boy, I stepped in it that time.
[rushes under Dumbo's ears]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Aw gee, Dumbo, I think your ears are beautiful!
[Dumbo slowly uncovers his face]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Sure! As a matter of fact, I think they're very decorative.
[Dumbo wiggles his ears]
Timothy Q. Mouse: You know, lots of people with big ears are famous!
Timothy Q. Mouse: I know how you feel, Dumbo, but you'll hafta pull yourself together. What would your mother think of ya, if she saw you cryin' like this? Remember, you come from a proud race. Why, you're a... a pachydoim, and pachydoims don't cry. What'll cryin' get ya anyhow? Nuttin' but the hiccups.
Timothy Q. Mouse: There, ya see?
[Dumbo hiccups again and Timothy glances toward a bucket of water]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Well - ain't nuttin' a little water won't cure.
[he scoops up Dumbo's trunk]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Ups-a-daisy. We'll get ya fixed up in a jiffy.
[Dumbo hiccups one last time]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Come on.
Jim Crow: [after taking his first look at Dumbo and Timothy sleeping in their tree] Ha! Well, hush my beak!
Crow #3: Go ahead. Wake 'em up, brother.
Crow #1: Yeah, find out what they're doin' up here.
Crow #2: Yeah.
Crow #4: And ask 'em what they want.
Jim Crow: [shoving them all aside] Okay boys, leave it to me.
Timothy Q. Mouse: [as he scrubs Dumbo's face after his act with the clowns, who are toasting him] See? They're drinkin' a toast to ya. Yeah, you're a big hit!
Timothy Q. Mouse: Oh my, uh - You're terrific! Why, you're colossal, stupendous! C'mon, alley-oop. I'd better wash behind your ears.
[Dumbo lifts him onto his head with his trunk]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Ya oughta be proud. You're a - success.
Jim Crow: [as Timothy and Dumbo walk away sadly] Hey brother, now wa-wa-wait a minute. You don't hafta leave feelin' like that. We done seen the light. You boys is okay.
Timothy Q. Mouse: Please. You've done enough.
Jim Crow: But we's all fixin' to 'hep ya. Ain't that the truth, boys?
[the other crows fly down, all agreeing happily]
Jim Crow: You wanna make the elephant fly, don't ya? Well, you gotta use a lot of 'chology. You know, *psy*-chology. Now here's what you do. First, you'll uh...
Jim Crow: [all the crows whisper]
Jim Crow: And then right after that, you'll uh...
Jim Crow: [plucks a feather from the youngest crow's tail; he yelps] Use the magic feather. Catch on?
Timothy Q. Mouse: [accepting the feather] The magic feather?
[smiles, now getting the secret, then winks as he gives Jim an elbow in the wing]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Yeah! I gotcha.
[rushes joyfully to Dumbo, then places the feather at the end of his trunk]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Dumbo! Look! Have I got it! The magic feather! Now you can fly!
Timothy Q. Mouse: [after Dumbo pelts the other elephants with peanuts; shouts joyfully] You're makin' history!
Timothy Q. Mouse: [while watching the other elephants construct their pyramid, after a near-fall with one of them] Whew! That was a close one! They're almost ready now, Dumbo. Don't forget to wave that flag.
[Dumbo waves his flag briefly]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Okay, okay, don't wave it no more, I saw ya. Now look, all you'll hafta do is run out, see? And jump on the springboard.
[Dumbo backs up to the back of the waiting tent]
Timothy Q. Mouse: All right, now show me just how you'll do it.
[Dumbo runs forward briskly]
Timothy Q. Mouse: That's it! Attaboy! That's the stuff! C'mon!
[Dumbo trips on his ears and tumbles head over heels]
Timothy Q. Mouse: Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-Dumbo! Oh, those ears! We'd better do somethin', quick!