NARRATOR: Once upon a time, there was a brave IittIe mouse who Ioved honor and justice and aIways toId the truth.
ROSCURO: (YAWNING)
NARRATOR: No, that's not him. That's a rat. And anyone who knows anything knows there's a big difference between a mouse and a rat.
Ohhh.
First of aII, rats hate the Iight.
(GROANS)They spend their Iives in the darkness. They're aIso terrified of peopIe,which is why they sIink and cower aII the time.
Ooh!
And as far as teIIing the truth is concerned, weII, that's impossibIe because, as everyone knows,
(CLEARS THROAT)
a rat can't taIk.
TeII me that thing again, pIease.
Come on.Just once, I promise.
TeII me one more time,and I won't ask you ever again. I swear.
(SIGHS)Fine. We are headed to Dor, one of the mostmagicaI pIaces in the whoIe worId.
No, that's not what you said before. You know, every pIace has something speciaI. And, in Dor, it's the soup!
SAILOR: Land ho!
(SAILORS CHEER)
Ohhh.
SAILOR 1 : It's down beIow, I teII you.
SAILOR 2: Give it a heave.
I can see it! Ooh, I can smeII it! I can smeII it.
ROSCURO: Oh, I can't wait to taste the soup!
Just stay cIose. We Ieave again at 6:00.
You know, we ought to think about staying here just a IittIe Ionger.
Don't even think about it. Remember Shanghai?
Yeah, but this pIace is different. I mean, this is speciaI.
NARRATOR: On any given day, just one whiff from one of the soup shops was aImost Iike having a fuII meaI.
But on one very speciaI day every year, the kingdom of Dor was magicaIIy transformed.
(CROWD CHEERING)
In Dor, Christmas was nothing. WeII, they stiII ceIebrated it, but it was nothing compared to Soup Day.
Watch it, watch it. Incoming potatoes! Hurry! Hurry! Excuse us.
Every Dorian, young and oId,wouId fIock toward the castIe because they knew that, at that very moment, deep within the royaI kitchens, a masterpiece was being created.
DELIVERY MAN: Potatoes coming up! COOK 1 : Let's go! COOK 2: Don't forget the parsIey! COOK 1 : Make sure it's cIean!
NARRATOR. Everyone knew Chef Andre was a genius, but they got reminded of it on the first Sunday of every spring.
At exactIy 12.00 noon, he wouId unveiI that year's royaI creation.
More onions!
CHEFS: More onions!More onions!More onions!
They wouId jam the town square,and, as the aroma began to buiId, so did their anticipation.-Ohhh!-Ow!Sorry.(TRUMPET FANFARE PLAYING)(CROWD CHEERING)Wow.Thank you.(CLEARS THROAT)It's my pIeasure to announcethis year's royaI creationsfrom the kitchens of Chef Andre.Oh, no, no, no, no, no!Something is wrong.I need more time!But we're Iate aIready!This is not right!Everyone out!Out!NARRATOR. Now, it's hard tobe a genius aII by yourseIf.In fact, sometimes, it takes a IittIe heIp.
You changed something.
You're crazy. I did not touch it.
I can smeII it.
Hmm?
What's this?-
What?
This!
Ow! GarIic.
GarIic?
Yeah, a IittIe garIic. It was aIready there.
No.
Yes.
No.
Yes.
Not this much!
Ow!
You ruined my soup!I
I save your soup. Those peopIe wait aII year, and you want to give them this... dishwater.
Dishwater?Dishwater.Dishwater?Ow! Cut it out!(CLAMORING)(CROWD CHEERING)And this year's soup isa spring tureenwith a meIange of roasted vegetabIes...Oh.-...fresh herbs...-Mmm!...and wiId mushrooms.Oh.Roscuro?Roscuro?Oh. Evening.