Peter Behn: Young Thumper

Bambi

Young Thumper

Mrs. Rabbit: Thumper.
Young Thumper: Yes, Mama?
Mrs. Rabbit: What did your father tell you?
Young Thumper: About what?
Mrs. Rabbit: About eating the blossoms and leaving the greens?
Young Thumper: Oh, that one. Eating greens is a special treat. It makes long ears and great big feet.
[on the side, to Bambi]
Young Thumper: But it sure is awful stuff to eat. I made that last part up myself.

Young Flower: [about two birds fluttering around] Well! What's the matter with them?
Young Thumper: Why are they acting that way?
Friend Owl: Why, don't you know? They're twitterpated.
Young Flower, Young Thumper, Young Bambi: Twitterpated?
Friend Owl: Yes. Nearly everybody gets twitterpated in the springtime. For example: you're walking along, minding your own business. You're looking neither to the left, nor to the right, when all of a sudden, you run smack into a pretty face. Woo-woo! You begin to get weak in the knees. Your head's in a whirl. And then you feel light as a feather; and before you know it, you're walking on air. And then you know what? You're knocked for a loop, and you completely lose your head!
Young Thumper: Gosh. That's awful.
Young Flower: Gee whiz.
Young Bambi: Terrible!
Friend Owl: And that ain't all. It can happen to anybody. So you'd better be careful.
[points at Bambi]
Friend Owl: It could happen to you...
[points at Thumper]
Friend Owl: ... and you, and...
[Flower looks at Owl shyly]
Friend Owl: Yes, it could even happen to you!
Young Thumper: Well, it's not gonna happen to me.
Young Bambi: Me neither.
Young Flower: Me neither.

[Bambi and the rabbits come across a small flock of birds twittering in a tree. Bambi looks at them intriguingly]
Young Thumper: Those are birds.
Young Bambi: Bur... Bur!
Young Thumper: Look! He's trying to talk.
Young Bambi: Bur!
Girl Bunny: He's trying to say "bird".
Young Thumper: Say "bird".
[wiggles his nose]
Young Bambi: Bur...
[wiggles his nose]
Young Thumper: Bird.
Young Bambi: Bur!
Young Thumper: Uh-uh... bir-duh!
Other rabbits: [indistinctly] Come on, say "bird". Say "bird"!
Young Bambi: [inhales deeply, then throws everyone back by his yelling, including the birds] Bir-d!

Young Bambi: Bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bir...!
[he sees a yellow butterfly, which he begins to chase until it lands on his tail]
Young Bambi: Bird!
Young Thumper: No, that's not a bird. That's a butterfly.
Young Bambi: Butterfly? Butter...
[Bambi sees the butterfly has now gone; he then runs over to a big yellow flower among some other wildflowers]
Young Bambi: Butterfly!
Young Thumper: [giggling] No, that's a flower.
Young Bambi: Flower?
Young Thumper: Uh-huh, it's purty.
[Thumper smells the flowers]
Young Bambi: Purty.
[Bambi starts smelling the flowers, and comes nose-to-nose with a little skunk]
Young Bambi: Flower!
Young Flower: Me?
Young Thumper: [laughing hysterically] No, no, no, no! That's not a flower! He's a little...
Young Flower: Oh, that's all right. He can call me a flower if he wants to.
[looks up briefly, then chuckles]
Young Flower: I don't mind.
Young Bambi: Purty. Purty *flower*!
Young Flower: Oh...
[he laughs]
Young Flower: Gosh.

Young Thumper: Whatcha doin'? Hibernatin'?
Young Flower: [yawns] Uh-huh.
Young Bambi: Whatcha wanna do that for?
Young Flower: [chuckles] All us Flowers sleep in the winter. Well, good night.

Young Thumper: It's delicious. Why don't you try some? No, no, not that green stuff. Just eat the blossoms. That's the good stuff.