The elephant and his group and headed toward a beach.
Narator: Before we continue Horton's Journey let's hear about the sneetches in this story
On the beach, yellow birds with what appeared to be stars on their bellies walked on the beach with their beaks held high.
Narator: Now the star-bellied Sneetches had bellies with stars.
The ones without bellies looked concerned and a bit saddened.
Narator: But the Plain-bellied Sneetches had none upon thars.
The non-starred ones waved to the ones with stars, though they were passed by.
Rini: No stars on their bellies, no stars upon thars.
The birds looked at their own tummies, looking down before leaving.
Narator: Now those stars weren't so big: they were really quite small. You would think suck a thing wouldn't matter at all.
On one part of the beach, the star bellied sneetches were lying on the beach with some heading to the water.
Rin: But because they had stars, all the Star-bellied Sneetches would brag
Star Bellied Sneetches: We're the best kind of Sneetch on the beaches.
Two of the star bellied ones lied under the umbrellas before one without a star came, about to set up. The frowned, looking at the one without the star.
Narator: With their snoots in the air, they would sniff and they'd snort.
They Removed their umbrellas, leaving the poor non-starred one.
Narator: They had nothing to do with the plain-bellied sort.
Near a cave, a father Sneetch with the star was talking to his son.
Star Bellied Leader: Ronald, remember, when you are out walking, (points to a non-star child) you walk past a Sneetch that type without talking.
He looked at the boy without the star on his belly, then, Ronald's head was pointed up.
Star Bellied Leader: Keep your snoot in the air, and remember to snort.
He turned his son around, who was ready.
Star Bellied Leader: We have no track whatever with the plain-bellied sort.
As he passed the one without the star, waving, he only passed him, making the boy look down. A bit later, the star-bellied children were playing ball together.
Narator: When the Star-bellied children went out to play ball, could the Plain-bellies join in their game?
The boy jumped to try catching it, but he could not.
Narator: Not at all!
He tried again, Missing.
Narator: You could only play ball if your bellies had stars, and the plain-bellied children had none upon thars.
As he missed again, two of the children began mocking him.
Star Bellied Kids: Yar, Yar, you got no star!
The boy looked down and began leaving, not noticing the star bellied sneetches.
Sneetch Choir: (Singing): Twink, twink, twinkle, twinkle lovely little star...
Sneetch Choir: If there's one upon your tummy, that's just yummy; you're a chummy If there isn't you're a crummy, slummy, gummy, bummy dummy
He was pointed by the choir as he frowned.
Sneetch Choir: That applies likewise to your daddy and your mommy Twink, twink, twinkle, twinkle lovely little star...
Plain Bellied Child: Twink, twink, twinkle, twinkle stupid little star!
At a roast, the star bellied Sneetches were roasting marshmallows.
Narator: When the Star-belied Sneetches had frankfurter roasts, or picnics or parties or marshmallow toasts,
The ones without stars looked hungrily and sadly at the roast.
Narator: They never invited the Plain-bellied Sneetches. Left them out cold in the dark of the beaches.
Sneetch Choir: (Singing) From the heights of Muba Muba to the gullies of Gazoo There is nobody else who has one; we're the favorite few who do...
As they sang, they rose their sticks and danced.
Sneetch Choir: And so a toast! Raise your marshmallow stick A toast! Rasie your good fellow stick A toast to the glorious gimmick-ick that makes us what we are Sound off and let the welcome ring In praise of our exclusive thing A toast! Rasie your marshmallow stick A toast! Rasie your good Fellow stick A toast to your belly star!
They ate their marshmallows happily.
Narator: Keep them away; never let them come near and that's how they treated them year after year.
A Plain bellied child, holding a hot dog on the stick, headed to the pile, trying to get in. However, he was squished and was forced to pull away from them.
Narator: They got snort, they got snootered, their bottoms got booted.
The plain bellied child frowned to them, trying to get his stick. However, he was kicked by a star bellied Sneetch.
Narator: While the star-bellied Sneetches taunted and hooted.
Star Bellied Member: They just are not sooted!
Star Bellied Sneetches: No Stars upon thars!
With that, they sadly left. That morning, they slumped down and looked depressed.
Narator: Then one day, one Horton's journey, while the Plain-bellied Sneetches were moping, just moping alone on the beaches, sitting there, wishing their bellies had stars.
The group came to the beach even Shadow Charles still Carying Charles SKAU, looking at the sad Plain bellies.
Shadow CHarles to the Narator "Tell me about it and it a pain in the neck"
Morton the Elephant Bird: What's wrong with them?
Horton: Oh, they're a little mopey beacuse they believe that stars on their bellies make them the higher upper class.
Max: Boring! I'll look in the bag and find something interesting.
Just then, as he got the bag out, the rabbit pulled two familiar figures.
Jimmy Two-Teeth: Oh crud, not again!
Fred: YES!
Lita; Fred! Jimmy Two-Teeth! How did you two get in there?
Jimmy Two-Teeth: I was asleep, okay?
Fred: I was looking for frozen yogurt inside this bag and I got stuck and now I'm Here.
Mr. Grumpy: Just what I don't need.
He glanced at the familiar object nearing him.
Mr. Grumpy: Say the rhymes "Sneetch" and "Beach" and I'll be forced to poke your eyes out.
Mr. Scatterbrain: Oh, goodness no. Iwould never say that. (points to something) That's what I was gonna ask.
Just then, they heard a noise, looking up.
Narator: A stranger approached in the strangest of cars.
They watched as the car approached.
Mr. Scatterbrain: Would you, Could you in a Car? (Shows the items) Try them, try them. Here they are.
Mr. Grumpy: Bleck!
Mr. Bump: (to the Sneetches): Don't ask.
Plain Bellied Sneetch: Who's asking? And who are you?
Rini: We couldn't help, But notice You're Depressed. And who is that guy coming by.
Unknown to any of them, some familiar figures were behind the car.
Yertle: McBean knows how to create chaos. When the Sneetches get through the confusion, we'll make a grab for the clover and destory it and the speck.
Mack Salmon: It Better Work.
Ratagan: Yeah, you took a small advice about this guy form a bird who was too lazy to hatch anything!
Kate frowned at her disguise and the painted Ratagan
Rika: This is gonna be ridiculous.
Skarr: Tell me about it
Unknow to them Charles SKAU mind was on top of there car bumper looking at the map
Charles SKAU Mind: I should be close to my head hope I find it in good condition.