I think I saw something.
Steady, Iads, we're almost home.
Just a few flaps more
and we'II be over the White CIiffs of Dover.
Falcon!
-Five o'clock! -Bank Ieft, dip thirty!
Stay with me, Private. Private?
Wing Commander Gutsy, this just came from near Dover.
No one made it back.
No one? But...
-Those were our top flyers. -I'm sorry, sir.
I'm just the messenger pigeon.
If we don't find more birds fast,
our goose is going to be cooked.
Birds on the march.
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.
The Royal Homing Pigeon Service leads the way.
Cutting through enemy lines
or just cutting wise,
these proud pigeons are the model of birdhood.
But don 't forget the doves.
War Bond Birds play a vital role
raising seeds for the troops.
Wait a minute, ahoy, mates!
Nursing Doves at two o 'clock.
Now, that's what I call a task force.
Luxury birdbaths? 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, on another exciting mission.
Homing pigeons, we salute you.
This is the shot, boys, watch this.
-Two in the corner. -Felix.
-Valiant, do you mind? -Sorry.
Felix, Felix.
I could do it, I could do that, Felix.
-Do what, Iaddie? -Be one of those brave recruits.
Taking wing in the fight for freedom.
-I know I could. -Valiant.
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 my wood Ieg and shrapnel in my poop deck,
I'd be out there right now.
Right, I'm just what they're Iooking for.
A pigeon with that something extra.
It's not a bloke's wingspan that counts,
it's the size of his spirit!
Hey, everybody! Look outside!
Look at that, a corkscrew!
Royal Homing Pigeon Service.
Magnificent devils!
Wing Commander Gutsy.
The most decorated pigeon ever.
Thank you very much.
-Much obliged, thank you. -Come and have a drink.
-What'II it be, boys? -Bug juice.
-Shaken, not stirred. -The RHPS drinks on the house.
Bug juice, shaken, not stirred.
"Merci beaucoup, ma chrie".
He spoke French.
So, what's the news from the front?
Can't say, of course, classified.
Danger is our business
and I'm sorry to say, business is all too good.
Excuse me, 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? - Talk about small wingspan.
There's always a place for a few valiant birds.
Tomorrow in London.
I'd Iove to stay,
but duty calls and we must answer.
Beaks up, boys.
Let's make wind.
Hip, hip, hooray!
-I do all the work, don't I? -You should have my job.
I'm more talented and handsome.
"Herr" General!
Welcome back, General Von Talon.
Congratulations, sir.
-Another triumph. -"Jawohl", General.
Under the Geneva Convention, and 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 Iittle creatures.
You don't eat prisoners of war, do you?
Eat you?
I'm a vegetarian.
Yet you wear a Ieather cape.
Who is your contact in the Resistance?
They'II send a crack team to rescue me.
Rescue you? You're a pigeon.
Do you think you're important?
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, I want to do my bit.
-Oh, why, why, why? -Oh, mum!
Goodbye.
-The falcons will tear you apart. -Mum.
-My dear Iittle baby. -Mother, that's not helping!
Mother, honestly, I'm going to be fine.
-You were such a cute Iittle egg. -Mum.
I'm not an egg anymore, it's time I Ieft the nest.
No one thinks I can do this,
and it may be my only chance to show them that they're wrong.
At Ieast have some breakfast before you go.
Mum...
No, thanks.
-Valiant. -Right, then.
I Iove you, goodbye.
You'II always be an egg to me.
Ahoy there, Valiant!
I'm off now, Felix!
-Wish me Iuck. -Good Iad!
Goodbye!
That boy is going to get creamed.
Valiant pigeon, fearless flyer.
Pride of the allied forces,
feared by the enemy,
Ioved by the Iadies.
Humble.
Spits danger smack in the eye!
Look at that, it's London!
AIright, alright, Iisten up.
This is easy, I mean, for intelligent boys Iike you.
Keep your eyes on the pebble, you can't go wrong.
Give her a chance and she'II give you the slip.
Find her and the crumbs are yours.
I don't know how I stay in business, where is it?
Find it and the crumbs are yours, which one is it under?
-That one? -That one?
No, bad Iuck again.
Care to give it one more go? Law of averages.
I think you'II win this time.
Tell us then, where's the pebble?
See, with all the excitement, I forgot myself.
What do you say to a game of...?
You big cheat.
-Give me my crumbs back! -On the Ievel, gents, I know...
Come and get me, falcons!
Strike me down if I tell a Iie.
Look at them, that was Iucky.
Prayers were answered, that's never worked before.
-Hello, mate. -Lost control a bit there.
Couldn't have picked a better time to drop in.
-Bugsy's the name. -I'm terribly sorry, I'm Valiant.
-What brings you to my manor? -I've come to be an aviator.
With the Royal Homing Pigeon Service.
Fighting for King and country.
You don't say? Never been much of a glory bird myself.
I'm rather partial to something called freedom.
I flit about as I please,
no one telling me what to do or when.
-Are those flies? -Yes, they're...
They're friends of mine.
So, RHPS's recruiting? Good idea, yeah.
This way, mate, I'm feeling rather patriotic all of a sudden.
-There he is. -Come on, after him!
Let's get going, come on.
He's here somewhere, I can smell him.
Follow my Iead.
Hello, two to enlist, please.
Valiant pigeon, reporting for duty, sir.
-Never heard of you. -Valiant pigeon.
The Valiant pigeon, you don't have him on your Iist?
-No. -CIerical error.
-Should I have? -Yes, I think you should have.
Look at him, he's a perfect specimen.
Fast as Iightning, strong as an ox,
very tall for his height, stand up, sit down again.
The bird's a Iegend
in the Struben... Berkleyhampshire area.
Too small.
You should be yea high and you're not even hey high.
-That's charming, that is. -And you...!
Coi, have you by any chance heard of a birdbath?
Sad truth is I have a rare feather condition.
Yeah, can't go near a bath, or Iook at a bath.
-It makes me itch. -CIear off, get Iost!
But, Wing Commander Gutsy said...
Exactly, Wing Commander Gutsy, that's it.
Best mates, went to school together.
You don't want to upset him.
If he hears, you'II Iose those stripes.
You know Wing Commander Gutsy?
-Well, yeah. -Well.
That makes a difference, sign here.
Thank you, sir.
-There he is! -You dirty rat!
When I get hold of you, I'II knock your beak off!
-That's it, far enough. -Get your hands off me.
-Where do I sign up? -Just sign here.
-AIright, gents, in you go. -Thank you, sir.
Who is this Gutsy geezer?
If I see your ugly face around, I'II have you!
-We made it. -Safe and sound.
We're in the Royal Homing Service.
The elite,
-Saving... -Saving our tail feathers.
And it worked Iike a charm.
Even though I say so myself.
So, I'II be hitting the skyway, cheers, good Iuck.
God bless, if you make it back, be sure to Iook me up.
Hello? Hello?
Gents? Hello? Hello?
No! There's been a terrible mistake!
Trust me, this will turn out brilliantly.
Hello, come on back.
I've been shanghaied!
That's bright.
-Sorry about that, mate. -I didn't mean to, Iittle fellow.
Little fellow?
It's not your wingspan, it's the size of your spirit.
-If you say so, mate. -Can't argue with that.
I'm Tailfeather, this is Toughwood, my brother.
-Yes. -Not the sharpest beak around.
-What?
But if you're ever in a scrum, there's no better bird.
-Yes, absolutely. -Nice to meet you, I'm Valiant.
-Valiant, good to meet you. -Let's go!
Toughwood to Tailfeather.
Tailfeather takes it on.
For an "elite" unit
they seem to take anything with wings.
Including those flies that circle your bottom.
Who do you think you are?
I'm Lofty Thaddeus Worthington pigeon.
I come from a Iong and honourable Iine of warrior pigeons.
Hello, Iads.
I trust you've had a pleasant journey.
Well, I think I speak for all of us
when I say the ride was a bit bumpy on the way in.
Maybe they should check the suspension on that bike.
Actually, we're all a wee bit thirsty.
Some cold drinks would be nice.
-Yes, yes. -They would.
Of course, that can certainly be arranged.
Right after I sprout pink feathers
and turn into a flamingo!
Fall in, featherbrains!
Fall in!
I thought I'd seen it all.
For the next six weeks, your tails belong to me.
You'II Iearn to march Iike birds, fly Iike birds
and fight Iike birds.
I'II make birds of you turkeys even if it kills you.
Except you.
You won't Iast a week.
Permission to die trying, sir.
It's Iike this, Iadies, you will shape up and fast.
Or I will personally drum you out of the corps!
Funny you should... I would Iove to be drummed out.
I was going to bring it up if you didn't, so...
-Leave him alone, he helped... -Pipe down, pipsqueak!
I'm more interested in you all dropping and giving me fifty.
Courtesy of your short Iittle friend.
Oh boy, training at Iast.
I say, old bean.
Wouldn't it be more sporting if the chap who committed...?
Gentlemen, welcome to the Royal Homing Pigeon Service.
For the Iast time, what was your mission?
Where are these messages coming from?
Very well, have it your way.
PIuck out his feathers?
-CIip his wings? -Hurt his feelings?
No, no, worse.
Much worse.
We have ways of making you squawk.
What kind of birds are you?
Must resist yodelling music.
And one two, one two.
And halt!
Now fall out and report to the nursing dove.
-Nurses. -Nurses.
-Hello, nurse. -Look at her.
I've been waiting for you.
Something for a brave pigeon about to go into battle, darling?
It just so happens I do have something for you.
Do you hear that?
Is this what you had in mind?
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. -AIright, Valiant.
I'm Victoria.
I know you Iads have had a tiring day.
What you need is a nice relaxing shower.
Then I'II treat you to a fancy dinner.
We'II get you a feathercut.
Set you up with some uniforms.
Beg your pardon.
Did that hurt?
And that?
That's it.
Then we'II all turn in for a good night's sleep.
So this is where the smelly, rotten bits of refuse are dumped.
And our sleeping quarters would be where?
I'II never sleep in here.
Well, this isn't so bad.
Oh, just Iike home.
I've had enough.
Speak!
Lieutenant Mercury.
Royal Homing Pigeon Service, 4121444444697.
Bring me the truth serum.
Come on, come on, come on.
One shot of this
and we will know everything.
I'II never talk.
Never.
Ever.
Wakey, wakey!
You birdbrains are Squad F.
You know what that means?
-Squad Fantastic? -I've got it, Squad Formidable?
-Philosophical? -No!
It means that you are the fliers
of the future.
The far future.
But my job, somehow,
is to make you the carrier pigeons of today.
Good maneuvre, it might help to keep your eyes open.
-Better get you to your dove. -Thanks, Bugsy.
You must really Iike it here.
This is the third time this week you've been to see me.
I wish you'd be more careful.
Don't worry, where I come from danger is our business.
Oh, yeah, we spit danger in the eye.
If they can dish it out, I can take it.
Where do you come from?
West Nestington, that's near Nestington.
To the West of it, actually.
Valiant.
Well, I have to...
To return to my duties, so...
Goodbye.
But, Valiant, wait.
As homing pigeons, it's our duty to carry messages.
In the worst conditions: Wind, rain, sleet, snow,
bombs exploding, bullets flying.
And, if that weren't enough, Mother Nature had the audacity
to create a Iittle something called
the falcon.
Twenty pounds
measuring five of your wingspans.
They Iike to blind-side their prey
at speeds that exceed 200 miles per hour.
But not to bite, not yet.
The first strike is merely impact, then they Iet you drop.
Making sure you're defenceless,
they scoop you up in their razor-sharp talons.
In the dark of the night,
you'II have but a split second
to recognise friend from foe.
Friend or foe?
-Foe. -Foe.
No, you idiots, it's a pigeon.
-Friend or foe? -Foe.
-Friend. -No, it's a foe!
Ah, yes, yes! Friend or foe?
-Friend. Oh, yes.
My friend. Now that's a friend.
Ninety-nine, one hundred.
One hundred and one, one hundred and two.
To survive his mission,
a pigeon must have the strength
to carry his message capsule.
He must have the speed to fly Iike the wind.
Evasive action!
-He must have the agility -Circle!
to out-manoeuvre the enemy.
Figure eight!
And he must have the endurance
to battle the elements
flying Iong distances over raging seas.
-Me again. -Valiant.
Oh, my favourite, how did you know?
The parrot says to me: "How about we do a Ioop?"
I said: "I can't do a Ioop".
He says: "Why ever not?" and I: "I'm afraid of heights".
"You afraid of heights? That's ridiculous".
I said: "Maybe to you, mate, not to me".
-That's it, that's it. -Come on.
-Afternoon, Monty. -Hello, Guts, what news?
Not good, I'm afraid.
We just Iost Squadron E over Belgium.
That means these new recruits are our only chance.
They have to Ieave tomorrow.
You can't be serious.
They haven't even finished their training.
-Attack formation accomplished. -Yes!
Sorry, but those are the orders.
Have them ready at 1800 tomorrow, Monty.
Cheers.
Wing Commander Gutsy is here, so...
I suppose you'II be shipping out soon.
I know, I can't wait.
It's what I've been waiting for.
Well, I'd Iike to be a part of what you come home to.
I don't care if you're a hero.
Just concentrate on getting back.
You need to know something, Iads.
Our Iosses have been heavy, catastrophic.
You're all we have.
And so today
we fight for our country.
Tomorrow our feathers may be plucked
from our Iifeless bodies, our innards spread
Iike jam on toast,
and our bones fed to rabid weasels.
But never mind that.
On this day, in this place,
Iet 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 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 in anything highly dangerous.
I will never violate my core beliefs.
Do not ask me to, I'm not that kind of pigeon.
Sir, point of clarification, please,
regarding the highly dangerous mission.
-I have a doctor's note that... -Zip it, stinky.
Yeah, sure, I understand.
I truly regret that I have but one Iife to give for my country.
I'd Iove to die, Iove to.
-But not Sunday, bad for me. -Are you finished?
Not quite, Iisten, maybe I'm not that conscientious.
-But I do object. -Get back to the barracks!
Now!
-Do I have to go on the mission? -Now!
-Yep, I take that as "yes, I do". -Now!
Hey, where are you going?
Keep it down, mate.
-Have some serious flying ahead. -FIying?
-FIying to where? -Back to Trafalgar Square, son.
-You'II break up the team. -Team?
I'm not a team player, old Bugbuster plays solo.
The real question is why are you staying?
Why? Because it's my duty, it's our duty.
Whoa, whoa, hold on, have I missed something?
I mean, did we start this? No.
Did we make those?
Or those?
I've seen them fall, mate, and it's not pretty.
The truth is,
I'm scared, all right?
Don't tell them that 'cause I'II deny it.
Well, I'm scared too.
Then come with me.
Trafalgar Square will be ours.
But we didn't make it either.
Where do we go when they start dropping bombs there?
No, I'm staying, I'm doing my bit.
Yeah, they're Iucky to have you, mate.
Keep your wings dry, yeah?
-What's happening? -What's going on?
It's time for me to fly the coop, so...
-I guess this is farewell. -Where are you going?
You can't Ieave, Bugsy.
Look, I have urgent business to take care of.
I'd better catch the wind while it's blowing.
Look me up when you get back.
You know where I'II be.
Gentlemen, take your places.
Our mission is to be dropped behind enemy Iines
in occupied France,
make contact with the French Resistance,
get a vital top secret message
and bring it back by sundown tomorrow, good Iuck.
The fate of the freedom Ioving world depends on us.
Oi!
-Bugsy! -You can't go without me.
You can't have all the glory.
Good Iuck, Iads.
Bugsy, thanks for coming back.
Truth is, it's the first worthwhile thing I've ever done.
We're going to be fine, right, Lofty?
Oh, yes, I...
Indubitably, birds of a feather and that.
Right, Lofty, we stick together.
Tailfeather, can you believe they picked us to send
on the most important mission in World War II?
-Yeah! -Me too!
I'm not a good singer anyway.
AIways off-key.
Enough already! You've been jabbering for days.
Who gave me the serum? You wanted talk, I'm talking.
This homing pigeon racket is all well and good, you know,
but it's the stiff upper beak and I have feelings.
I want to express them.
I always thought blue was my favourite colour, but...
Shut up!
I demand better treatment, even the mice treat me better.
Those charming resistance chaps with the view over the harbour.
The attic in Saint Pierre...
Saint Pierre.
The truth serum is genius.
Cover his cage.
I'm curious, what is your favourite colour?
Pink!
Not Iike a hot pink or a pastel pink.
Just a kind of, well, a pink pink.
None of them rinky dinky pinks.
Excuse me?
I Iike 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, I'd be worried if you weren't.
It won't get better, but you'II get used to it.
Go, go, go!
It's jammed!
Sir, Iet me help you.
No, go now, that's an order!
Yes, sir.
Come on, Gutsy, get out!
Come on.
Hello? Hello?
-A Iittle help, chaps. -Hold on, we'II get you out.
Cheers, bit of a tenuous Ianding that.
But it could've been worse.
-Look out! -Oh, my.
-Sorry, Lofty. -Not to worry, old chap.
Bit of a muddle, this.
-At Ieast we're all in one piece. -Not quite all.
-Where's Gutsy? -He was still in the plane.
-What do you mean in the plane? -His cage got stuck.
-I don't think he got out. -That's it, we're dead.
We're finished, it's been nice knowing you.
You're mistaken, old boy, I'm sure he made it out.
He always makes it out.
He'II be here any minute now with the plans for the mission.
-Who has the back up plan? -You want the back up plan?
We die, that's the back up plan.
-But I'm not ready to die. -And me? No one's asked me.
So many books to read.
-Regrets, why? -Brilliant, that's it, all dead.
-Thank you very much. -Everyone be quiet, quiet!
We need a plan.
The plan is
to find a safe Iocation to plan the next move.
-You heard the bird. -So, our plan is...
To make a plan?
Come on.
France is spooky.
-"Vive Ia France!" -Quiet.
Did you hear that? There's someone in there.
Somebody better go and have a Iook.
AII right, I'II go.
Right, you turkeys, Iet's go.
Valiant, just pull yourself together.
-There's nothing here. -Besides guns, bombs
and falcons.
-Pigeon-eating falcons. -Pigeon-eating falcons!
Come on, Tailfeather, Iet's get you out of the grail.
PIease, I'm frightened.
-Thanks, guys. -"Vive Ia France".
Pardonnez-moi, pigeon friends.
You are the RHPS, no?
Yes, sir.
French Resistance, Mouse Division.
Well, am I glad to see you.
-How did you Iot find us? -Well, the plane, the explosion,
the screaming and the pleading.
More screaming, the begging, the crying,
the whining, whinging, yelling, boo-hooing...
-Enough about that. -Absolutely.
AIIow 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 Iike France.
-Do you speak French? -Well, "mais oui".
Does "oo Ia Ia" mean anything to you?
Or "va va voom", oh, yeah.
-Does "bonjour"... -We don't have time for this.
-Little, but pushy. -The message, we have a mission.
Not so fast, "monsieur".
This is Rollo.
He is an expert in sab...
-In sabotage. -Sabotage!
No, no, Rollo, no, no.
Not now, Rollo, stop!
Pardon.
"Monsieur", before you continue on your mission,
it is our national custom to...
-Break the bread? -And cut the cheese.
Thank you, but we don't have time.
And anyway, we're birds.
-We don't eat cheese. -We don't?
-About that message... -We will take you to it.
The road is dangerous, guarded by the enemy falcons.
But this will not be a problem for such highly trained pigeons.
That is why you are Squad A.
-The thing is... -Squad B?
-We're not Squad B. -Squad C?
So then, you are Squad D?
Between us, Squad D was never all it was cracked up to be.
I will not Iie to you, you'II be eaten by the falcons.
Wow, that was some fine "fromage".
Can you burp on cue?
I can burp on all the Ietters, not just Q.
Watch this.
A, B, C...
Be silent, the falcons.
I say!
Excuse me.
Come on.
Falcons!
AII clear.
Whoa!
Stop that.
Squad F.
-We are here. -This is invigorating.
The attic.
There it is, fly, English pigeons, fly.
-Oh dear, sorry, Iove. -Dirty bird.
Lofty pigeon, at your service, hold on, "mademoiselle".
He's heavy, this one.
There they are!
-Faster! -Yes, yes, yes.
Sabotage!
To the right!
Over there.
I am going to get you!
Hold on, my dear.
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!
Baa baa black sheep, have you...?
-Wine? -No, that is yesterday's password.
-Cheese? -No.
-Seeds? -Petunias?
Falcons!
Jacques, open!
Let me give you "Ie message".
You can give me "Ie massage".
Can it be a full body massage?
Message, the message that is for London.
Our freedom depends on it.
Who will carry it then?
Wait, I'II take it.
-Bugsy? -Extraordinary.
-And you're not a team player? -We'II see now, won't we?
-Good Iuck, Bugsy, fly straight. -Let our instinct guide us home.
Pardon.
Goodbye and good Iuck, pigeons.
Okay, farewell.
Absolutely charmed.
Just one tiny thing.
-How do we get out of here? -We're trapped.
Hey, I have an idea, I have an idea!
Where are they?
Let's go.
-It worked Iike a charm. -They'II be teaching that.
-I hope the others are okay. -Don't count on it!
Evasive action!
Let's go.
Get your claws off him!
I said Iet 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 Ieader.
Leader?
Or perhaps assistant Ieader.
-More importantly, "Herr" General. -Get on with it!
May I present you with
the message!
The High Command will be pleased.
There will be medals,
photographs,
commemorative stamps.
I will personally deliver it.
They must be desperate indeed
to give the message to this putrid smelling reject.
Oh, no, Dennis, you've squished him.
He was my favourite.
That's it exactly, I'm putrefied, stinky, rotten.
Eat me, you'II be sick for a week.
-Take him away. -Yes, General.
No, you can't.
I have a doctor's note.
I have a feather condition.
Wait.
-Considering it, he may be useful. -Yes, oh, yes.
Thank you, you're very wise.
What do you Iike?
We can play cards.
Find the pebble? I've got a Iovely voice.
There'll be bluebirds over
the White Cliffs of Dover.
That probable annoys you, no...
I was thinking more along the Iines of a celebration dinner.
Celebration dinner, brilliant, I cook well.
Not I cook well, I won't be in it, I could make breadcrumbs.
You haven't tried my breadcrumb birdseedy thing.
No, pigeon under glass.
With a Iovely "Iiebfraumilch" reduction.
-Tickle. -What did you do to him?
-Pink. -You all right, mate?
Wait a minute, it's feng shui.
The Iittle bell should be over there.
Okay, yeah, yeah.
Who was I kidding?
I've Iet everyone down.
Bugsy wouldn't be here if not for me.
Chaps, there's Valiant, follow me.
-Valiant! -Hey!
-Lofty, Toughwood, Tailfeather! -I say, old bean.
-You made it. -I knew you'd make it, I knew it.
-Chaps. -Commander Gutsy, you're alive!
-Tell us what happened. -PIane exploded,
chute gave out, free fall three thousand feet,
set upon by a pack of wolves, flew through barbed wire,
picked up some shrapnel from a grenade,
fought my way to the rendezvous and here we are.
Let's dispense with the chitchat.
I guess the falcons have 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.
Rule Britannia, Britannia rules the waves.
Come on, pull yourself together, snap out of it!
Come on, Bugsy, old boy, find a way out of here.
Where there's a will, there's a way.
Right, you chaps sit tight.
I'II fly in avoiding the boobytraps and 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, General.
He's always the same, oh, can't he Iook after himself?
-Join the Army you said. -I didn't say it.
-See the wor... You did. 'It was your idea.
-It was your idea. -I'm not Iistening.
Quiet.
I'm afraid it's not as simple as I thought.
This bunker is highly fortified,
stuffed to the gills with falcons.
There's only one opening big enough for a hummingbird.
And down the barrel of the gun.
No, gentlemen, I'm afraid it's hopeless.
I'II do it.
-Valiant, no! -Valiant, don't go!
Bugsy.
I'm too young to die.
-I can't believe this. -Hey!
-Valiant!
Bugsy.
Hey.
The message, it's in there.
No, no, red.
Red says strong and decisive.
-Red it is. -General, that's why I'm here.
No, no, wait, the blue.
-With the eggshell trim. -As many capes as you Iike.
They're coming!
-He's got to have his cape. -Valiant, get down.
-How many capes can you need? -I'm sick of capes.
I hate capes, I hate them!
Here goes.
-I'II get you out, Bugsy. -It's no use, he took the key.
Complete the mission.
-But, Bugsy, I can't... -Valiant, forget about me.
You have the message, get out of here.
-No, Bugsy. -Go.
Don't, don't do it.
Underlingk?
Underlingk!
"Ja, Herr General".
My beak brush.
"Ja, Herr General".
Pin on my medals, pin on my medals.
Pin on my medals on my cape.
-Cufflingk. -"Ja, Herr General".
My talon clippers.
"Ja, Herr General".
I am magnificent.
-You can have all the capes. -Valiant, they're coming!
Get him! Stop him!
What's going on?
Bugsy!
Oh, yes, brilliant.
Come on, Iast chance, get up, come on.
What is that repulsive odour?
Not to rush you or anything, but time to go.
Well done, my Iad.
-You're from Squad A, right? -Long story, I'II tell you Iater.
Come on!
You idiots!
-Yeah! -Valiant!
Bugsy! Mercury!
-Yes, we did it. -Valiant, you made it.
-Well done. -Bugsy, my dear chap.
And the message?
Yes, sir, safe and sound.
-Good man. -Thank you, sir.
Right, Iads, we have a message to deliver.
Let's make wind!
Those falcons will think twice before they mess with us.
Enemy flyers!
Toughwood, Tailfeather, figure of eight.
-Disperse! -Yes, sir!
Well done.
Come on, Iads, attack formation.
Valiant, complete the mission, you know where to go.
Keep it tight now.
Let's go, chaps.
Charge!
You Iook tired, Iittle bird.
Wouldn't you Iike to rest in my belly?
So, you are one of the elite?
The best of the best?
There's more to me than meets the eye.
I hope I'm going to make it, I think I'm going to make it.
I'm going to make it.
You can't escape me, pigeon.
What do you do with the drunken sailor
early in the morning?
Valiant, back so soon!
And alive! Excitable boy.
What?
Falcon! Sound the alarm!
-Mum! -Valiant!
Hide!
It's just you and me now, pigeon.
This is where it ends.
You are nothing but a Iowly wood pigeon.
You are no match for a falcon warrior.
Just as I imagined.
Pieces and shreds.
Valiant!
Come on, come on then.
-You great ugly bully. -Leave him be, you filthy falcon.
Come out, Iittle birdy.
I may even spare your puny Iittle Iife.
Just stay calm, you can do this.
Pipsqueak!
My name is not pipsqueak, my name is Valiant!
-Valiant! -Good Iad!
Now, if you'II excuse me, I have a message to deliver.
-Wonderful! -That's my boy.
Valiant? You've made it?
Valiant pigeon.
Sir, I have a message to deliver.
Gentlemen, a change of plan.
We now Iand in Normandy.
-Change that to Normandy. -Normandy.
Well done, son, this could mean promotion.
I'm proud of you.
-You're a credit to the service. -Thank you, sir.
Oh, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.
-Well done, old boy. -I knew you'd do it.
You Iittle beauty, well done, mate.
Seeds!
Ahoy there, Valiant.
Bug juice, on the house, of course.
-I'm the hero around here. -I'm the hero, you want to see?
-Will you shut up. -We were fine until you came.
-Hello, handsome. -I say.
-Shall we shake a tailfeather? -Certainly.
Oh, Sergeant.
-Valiant, maybe you and I...? -Sorry, but I'm not available.
But I can't stress enough how available I am.