If Dr. Seuss Wrote the Final Scene of Donoterase
Jarod: Mr. Parker, here comes Syd.
Of you I finally will be rid.
But tell me, tell me, won’t you please,
Why you’re doing this to me.
Mr. Parker: 1+1 and 2+2;
It all adds up and so do you.
Jarod: But children stolen and created?
Is it any wonder you are hated?
Mr. Parker: Survival really is the key.
Jarod: Mr. Parker, you let me be!
Major Charles: Sydney brought me in his car.
Sydney brought me very far.
Now Sydney wants to say goodbye,
Before we fly into the sky.
Jarod: Sydney, goodbye,
We must fly into the sky.
Sydney: Jarod, you have found your Dad.
Jarod, I am very glad.
Jarod: Here’s Miss Parker, driving fast.
I knew our deal wouldn’t last.
I told you not to come here fast
Or your Daddy wouldn’t last!
Miss Parker: I had to come here fast,
So that Daddy would last.
Daddy, watch out for the blast.
Jarod: A blast? A blast? But who, I say.
We have no time for this today.
Miss Parker: Here they come, now, see the gun.
Daddy, get back, this won’t be fun.
Mr. Parker: Angel, Angel do not die.
It will make your Daddy cry.
Major Charles: Get in the plane, Jarod, we must go.
Jarod, you are much too slow.
Jarod: Run, Dad, run,
You need another son.
Major Charles: With you I want to run.
Jarod, you must come.
Jarod: I must stay, I must stay,
For now I must stay.
Soon Miss P will be okay
And I’ll see you another day.
Raines: Willie, I don’t want to share the sky.
Make sure that airplane doesn’t fly.
Willie: Yes, sir. I’m your man. Yes, sir.
I’ll make sure that airplane doesn’t stir.
Jarod: See here, Mr. Raines, see here.
I have a gun. Now you must run.
Is that more fun?
Woman in Orange: Here I am! I’m bending down.
I’ll pick that gun up from the ground.
I’ll make sure Jarod doesn’t run.
I will give Brigitte the gun.
Jarod: Now my Dad can leave this place
And to the hospital I will race.
Brigitte: No, no, no, that will not do.
No, no, no, I will shoot you.
Jarod: Here’s a motorcycle. Now I see.
Here’s a motorcycle. I will flee.
I will flee, you see.
Raines: We’ve lost them all but still have one.
Willie, don’t let Jarod run!
Brigitte: Lyle, Lyle, how did you get here?
Oh, well. Just keep Jarod near.
Jarod: Do not shoot at me!
I wish to flee!
I need to be free!
Ouch! My knee!
Raines: Willie, land the chopper.
We must greet Jarod proper!
Lyle: There he is! I’ll stop the car.
There he is! He did not get too far.
Willie: Sir, your tank! Please wait! Please wait!
Raines: That stupid tank is too much weight.
I’ll tuck the tubes beneath my arm
And that should keep me safe from harm.
Jarod: Oh no! Oh no! I think I’m caught.
Oh no! Oh no! I might be shot.
Raines: Now you can no longer roam,
And so, Pretender, welcome home.