Just then, the clover was snatched by a familiar figure.
Kate: I'm afraid your clover saving day is over.
Mr. Tickle: (gasps) Oh my gosh!
Mr. Bump: Oh dear.
The blue man frowned at some of the foes with Yertle on the tree.
Mr. Grumpy: Oooooh great, the Sinister League.
Mr. Scatterbrain: Oh, that reminds me...Mr. Grumpy, would you, could you on a tree?
Mr. Grumpy: (annoyed) No, I would not, could not on a tree! Not in a car! Scatterbrain, let me be!
Amy: This is not a good sign. Let go of the clover!
Bobcat: Make us!
Quickly, they grabbed the clover.
Yertle: (struggles) Let go! Let go!
Ratigan: Every time you're pulling is making it difficult!
Swiper: (grunts) Screw you! We've made a vow and we're keeping it!
Unknown to any of them, they bumped the bumper car, which caused the mind to head back into the original body, which caused the actual person to look confused.
Charles SKAU: What happened?
Paul: That does it! I'm ending this nonsense! (tosses a Pokeball) Voltorb! Self Destruct!
The Pokemon popped out as it started short circuiting.
Miss Calamity: Eep! Not good!
Morton the Elephant Bird: Leave dad and the others alone!
The elephant bird hit Voltorb toward the bottom of the tree before it exploded, breaking the leaf they grabbed as the foes were forced to let go.
Yertle: Oh no!
The foes two screamed as they were tossed away. The group sighed in relief.
Argit: There goes another bunch of annoyances out of the way.
Star Bellied Leader: You guys are struggling, all for a clover?
Snow: Actually, more like a speck with a world inside.
Horton: What about you guys? You guys look like you've had many mix ups.
Mr. Stubborn: The way you got stars on and off aren't even real!
Digit: Uh, you better save that for later, Mr. Stubborn.
Kenny: (notices/muffles) What's McBean doing?
He got on his seat, preparing to pull the lever.
Narrator: Then, when every last cent of their money was spent,
the Fix-It-Up Chappie packed up and he went.
With that, used the levers, making both machines retract to their boxes. The top vehicle retracted down before he rose his hat, then drove off, leaving the confused Sneetches.
Narrator: And he laughed as he drove in his car up the beach...
McBean: (chuckles) They never will learn. (winks) No. You can't teach a Sneetch!
When he was gone, the Sneetches looked at one another with the heroes looking concerned.
Narrator: But McBean was quite wrong. I'm quite happy to say,
That the Sneetches got really quite smart on that day.
The day they decided that Sneetches are Sneetches,
and no kind of Sneetch is the best on the beaches.
The plain bellied looked at the plain and star bellied one before turning, showing two stars on his rear with a smile as they laughed.
Narrator: That day, all the Sneetches forgot about stars
And whether they had one, or not, upon thars.
Kids: Whoa.
Rini: You look like you don't care for stars anymore.
Plain Bellied Member: Well, we learned not to judge who has stars on which. And well, you guys were pretty much right.
Star Bellied Leader: And as such, we're equals, no matter what the difference is. Perhaps we can ask you to join in our roast.
Horton: Oh, that'd be good.
Mr. Bump: I usually like my marshmallows toasty. Ha-ha.
Finally, they shook one another's hands happily. Finally, the plain and star bellies (with some having two stars) were having a marshmallow toast with the heroes.
Sneetch Choir: (singing) A toast! Raise your marshmallow stick
A toast! Raise your good fellow stick
A toast to the silly gimmick-ick that here and thar
They danced and grinned as they sung, raising their sticks with marshmallows.
Sneetch Choir: (singing) Sound off and let the welcome ring
The young plain bellied looked at the many stars on one Sneetch.
Plain Bellied Child: (singing) "So what?" to your star-spangled thing
Sneetch Choir: (singing) A toast! Raise your marshmallow stick
A toast! Raise your good fellow stick
They marched with plain bellies with star rears and star bellies dancing and marching.
Sneetch Choir: (singing) And pooh, pooh, pooh, to your belly star!