You did the right thing, pal. You were brave.
In fact, both of us were very, very--
-[glass shatters] -[all scream]
[snorting angrily]
[tea kettle whistles]
[growling] -[Sam screams]
Okay, so our current options are give the Goat the Chickeraffe...
[grunts] ...or die!
And we can't give up the Chickeraffe!
[floorboards creak]
[Sam screams]
Stop making eye contact with him! It only makes him stronger!
[screams]
[shouts]
[narrator] Sam wracked his brain, where to run, flee, or scram!
But for once, it was Guy thinking...
Green eggs and ham.
[Goat roars]
Whip up some more green eggs and ham, fast!
Oh, like a one last meal kind of thing?
What're you thinking?
Poached? I'm thinking poached is the way to go when you're--
Just do it!
The Goat won't leave...
without the Chickeraffe.
[whimpers]
Papa.
[door creaks]
[Goat approaching]
We can do this the easy way,
or we can do it the hard way, amigo.
Now why don't you just tell your little friend to come out, too?
Afraid he's busy, hombre.
Rustlin' up some green eggs and ham.
Mmm, that sounds good!
How 'bout we eat 'em together?
No, I will not eat them with a Goat.
[growls] Looks like you chose the hard way.
Is this the hard way?
I know what you're here for.
And it's yours if...
you promise me you'll stay far away from the two girls
who just drove out of here... forever.
[growls]
[sniffing]
[Mr. Jenkins squawking]
You're lucky we didn't have to do this the hard way, compadre.
[tires squeal]
[motorcycle backfires]
[engine sputters]
[motorcycle backfires]
Son of a Yip!
[Mr. Jenkins squawking]
[squawking continues on recording]
[recording becomes distorted]
[Goat growls]
[Sam laughs]
Oh, the Goat never even saw me sneak the eggs in his motorcycle!
And your recorder invention thingy didn't even--
[recorder exploding]
Okay, so there's a couple of wrinkles still left to iron out.
-[Goat growling angrily] -He's on to us for sure!
Head for the mountains!
[squawking]
[roars]