Ben, it's nearly
eight o'clock, honey.
Are you in bed?
Okay, Mom.
- I'm on the bed.
- Not on, in.
As in, you are
"in" trouble, mister.
But Mom, I have to
finish this drawing.
It's a king.
That's terrific.
And who's that little guy?
Uh, kind of a flying thing.
I drew them on the same paper
'cause they're pals.
Well, pal...
You're my flying thing
and you're flying right into bed.
You can color more tomorrow.
Mmm, after we clean up this room.
Which means you need
to feed the Trashosaur.
Lights out, little guy.
- I love you.
- I love you too, Mom.
Good night, honey.
Where am I?
How did I get here?
It's pretty dark.
Nothing to be afraid of.
I hope.
Oh, it's the gang.
They must be nearby.
Up and at 'em, slowpokes.
We only got till morning.
We gotta be back
before Ben wakes up,
and one minute's gone already.
Come on,
we're burnin' moonlight!
Keep it down,
you rusty wagon wheels.
You'll wake the young 'un.
Would you look what Ben
colored with me today.
A green dog.
Usually he just uses me for grass,
- or leaves.
- That is one groovy puppy.
You know, last week, Ben
used me to color an elephant.
A blue elephant.
Kid sure is creative.
All he ever uses me for
is night.
But nighttime is party time.
And another thing: He never
colors inside the lines.
Is it too much to ask
for my chroma
and pigmentation not to be
spread around haphazardly?
He colors like a six-year-old.
Uh, he is a six-year-old.
Once in awhile, I'm an outline.
Hey! What's it take
to get some help around this joint?
Zam, what are you
doing up there?
I don't know, what are you
doing down there?
Ben must have left her there
before he went to bed.
- Hello.
- Don't flip your lid, Red.
I got you covered.
Well, it's about time.
Been up there all day.
Well, I thought it was
a perfect catch.
I probably would have dropped her.
- Tangerine.
- Hello.
Periwinkle.
I'm here. Oh, did he see me?
- I've... I've been here.
- Baby blue?
Orange?
- Huh?
- Juicy.
- White.
- Did you see?
Did you, Brown?
Ben reached for me today.
Well, almost reached for me,
but still...
I saw it, White,
and you know, pretty soon
Ben's going to draw
a holiday card.
Now who do you think
he's gonna use for snow?
Me! Gee, thanks, Brown.
Tutti Frutti?
Refried Bean.
Aw, come on!
All right now, let's see here.
Yella? Yella? Yella!
She's probably hiding
in a corner somewhere.
Scared stiff, as usual.
Almost there.
Just a few more steps.
Oh! Excuse me, I...
Help!
Whoa! Shh...
You'll wake the kid.
Where's the fire?
Monster... under bed.
Almost... almost got me.
A monster?
At this time of year?
It'll probably devour us all.
A sock monkey?
Oh.
- Silly me.
- Forget about it, Yellow.
Never trust a toy
made from old laundry.
And look at his smile.
Very insincere.
Oh! Time flies, fellas.
We better head back.
Well, hold up there,
you young whippersnappers.
Always with the hippity-hop
music you have now.
Why, back in my day,
crayons came four in a box,
and none of these
fancy waxes neither.
We were mostly made
of charcoal and mud.
Those were the days.
Don't let it fracture you, Yellow.
Everyone gets scared sometimes.
You don't.
Hey, come on.
I know how to cheer you up.
Some extreme fun.
No, no. Nothing with
an "extreme" in front of it.
You go on ahead.
You sure?
Ha!
Why am I always
so afraid of everything?
You sure looked like a monster.
I had every reason
to be scared.
It's not like I jump
at every little...
Oh, it's just...
Oh! Eee!
Navy blue? Aquamarine?
Aye aye, sir.
Crayon-amo!
Whoo! What a gas.
It wasn't me.
Consarn it, Blue!
You almost woke Ben up.
Ooh. My bad.
Time's a-wastin'.
We better high-tail it.
- Crayon 1: Okay, come on.
- Crayon 2: Watch out.
I love it!
Look out below!
Please.
Yee-haw!
- Wait.
- Huh?
Has anyone seen Yella?
Wait for me!
I'm here, Brown.
Brown?
Blue? Red?
Anyone? I'm still here, guys.
With the drawings, and the...
...dinosaur.
Oh, no.
Deep breaths.
Find your happy place.
Monster!
Get... get away from me!
You... you... monster!
Monster?
Now see here,
we're hardly monsters.
Just pigments
of Ben's imagination.
Scribbles.
Handsome scribbles.
- Lt has two heads!
- Ooh, two heads?
We should be so lucky.
I'm his wingman.
Probably because I have wings.
- The name is Nat.
- You're a gnat?
Not a gnat, Nat!
I'm a flying... thing.
Oh, and his best friend.
Who is he? What is he?
Allow me to introduce
the Crown Prince of Chiaroscuro,
the Head of the Colorwealth,
the Archduke of Saturation,
the one and only,
His Royal Poobah, King Scrawl.
What do you want from me?
Obviously. You're a crayon.
We're sketches.
What do I have to do,
draw you a picture?
Hmm.
Look, we just need
a little color.
I was thinking of something
in a paisley.
Wha... what? By myself?
Um, I'm not supposed
to color strangers.
And besides, my tip
is all worn out...
Well, what about
all your friends?
Can't they give us some color?
They're all gone. See?
Gone? Where?
Through the secret door
to Color City, where crayons live.
Hmm? Hmm...
All the crayons? Secret door?
- Hm!
- You're right, boss.
That certainly looks like
a secret door.
That's not the secret door.
And anyway, only crayons
are allowed in Color City.
- Hmm?
- Maybe we need to knock.
Hmm!
Oh, there's a doorbell!
This must be the place.
But that really isn't
the way to Color City.
Don't listen to her, boss.
She's just trying to trick us.
Hmm...
What about this doohickey?
Hmm? Hmm.
Uh-oh.
Hmm. Hmm?
Get me out of here!
Please let me out!
I don't like small places.
I've never even been
to Rhode Island.
Zing! Thanks,
Your Royal Stompiness.
Hey. Where's Little Miss Yellow?
I'm home.
Color City!
I... I made it. Yay!
Ah.
- Hey, Yellow, how you doing?
- Hi, Yellow.
- Yellow! Where you been?
- We were worried.
- I assumed the worst.
- There's a shock.
You know, Brown was about
to organize a search party.
Or, as I think he put it,
a... posse.
It was awful. I was attacked.
- What?
- By a big, huge, ginormous...
Sock monkey? A rubber ducky?
Wave of panic. Yeah, that's it.
I was scared because
I was all alone.
Well, at least it wasn't
a monster this time.
And just look at your tip.
Blunt as blunt can be.
You could use a little trip
to the spa.
Good idea, Blue.
You'll be as good
as new in no time, you'll see.
Do we have an appointment?
Ma Cherie, hello.
What happened to you?
My gentle, blushing flower.
I had an, um... episode?
Surprise, surprise, she got
left behind in Ben's room.
I'm such a klutz.
Left behind?!
But anything could have happened.
You could have been hurt.
Or broken, no?
Broken? I... Uh, no.
Anything but that.
Aiee! Look at your tip!
It's all flat and horrible.
Alors, we fix you in a jiffy.
See you at the beach, Yellow.
But not so fast.
You do not need the spa.
But Madame Pink,
I was used today.
What did you color?
- Oh, Ben used me to draw...
- Hm?
- A sheet of paper.
- A sheet of paper.
What? No. Oh, yes! Yes. Uh-huh.
- Hm.
- I mean, a cloud.
- A cloud?
- No. Yes!
- Fruit!
- White fruit?
Hmm? No. Yes.
An apple. Banana?
- An orange!
- Say what?
How many times
must we go through this?
I know you have not been used.
Please. I've never even
been in the spa.
Someday you will.
But not today.
Someday soon, I hope.
Coloring is overrated.
Are you kidding?
Coloring is what we do.
I just know I'll be useful someday.
I just have to be.
Oh, hi!
What does this mean,
this, uh...
sock monkey?
Qu'est Ce Que c'est?
It's kind of like a real monkey,
but made out of socks.
Socks!
I know, right? I just wish...
If only I was cool, like Blue.
Or as strong as Red.
Or even as organized as Green.
They would have known
how to deal with King Scrawl.
King Who? What, what, what?
Nothing.
Oh, Cherie, we are all special
in our own way.
We each get to be one color.
Except for Tutti Frutti!
Whoo hoo hoo!
I can sing a rainbow!
Oui. Except for her.
Being yellow is a good thing,
n'est Ce pas?
I guess.
Yellow. Yellow?
Tick-tock, beach party.
Oh, I almost forgot.
I'm meeting my pals
at the marina.
Au revoir!
- Hey there, Yellow.
- Hello, dearie.
Hey, Yellow.
Get off my lawn!
Madame is right.
Maybe I am special.
I can be anything I want.
With colors so bright
Oh, it reminds me of Spring
And ringing my bell
just makes me want to sing
The air is so rosy,
so sparkly and light
It's golden all day
and deep purple at night
Riding along
makes me feel so happy
The city is shining,
its colors are snappy
The sky is so blue
and the buildings all gleam
If I wasn't awake,
I'd be in a dream
Ring a little bell
and off I go singing
The colors keep time
to my bell's ding-a-linging
A bright little tune
I will sing from the start
The song that I sing
also rings in my heart
When you are singing,
your cares disappear
And when you are ringing,
it makes colors clear
A red star is twinkling,
there's green in the trees
Blue is a whisper
and white is the breeze
Some hues are loud,
and others are mellow
I love them all,
from magenta to yellow
Colors are with us
in moon glow or sun
And singing about them
is just so much fun
Ring a little bell
and off I go singing
The colors keep time
to my bell's ding-linging
A bright little tune
I will sing from the start
The song that I sing
also rings in my heart
Ring a little bell
Ring a little bell
Ring a little bell
The song that I sing
also rings in my heart
- Mm-mmm.
- Oh, no! It's him.
One blueberry frapp.
Thank you, darling.
Just what the doctor ordered.
- Mmm...
- Hello, all.
I hope I'm not late.
Yellow should be here
any second.
You know, Green, I'm starting
to get worried about Yellow.
- Oh?
- She's seeing monsters everywhere.
Yeah. I hope she hasn't
snapped her cap.
Girl's going all delusional on us.
Yikes!
Yikes?
Yikes, man!
I'm going this way now!
That's a big monster.
He's crayon-napping Yellow!
Somebody do something!
Doesn't screaming
and running in circles count?
I guess.
Hold it!
All right, you varmint.
As sheriff of this here city
and on behalf
of crayons everywhere,
I order you to cease and desist
any and all
monster-related activities.
Uh, pronto.
- After him!
- Charge!
Oh, my goodness.
Hold on, hold on!
That doesn't look safe at all.
Oh, Yellow!
Keep him in your sights!
It's time for Plan A.
This way, this way!
Put me down! Put me down!
Put me down!
Let me go!
Don't let me go! Don't let me go!
Don't let me go!
Afraid of heights?
Heights, crowds, germs,
- the dark...
- Okay, okay...
vacuum cleaners, cats,
bugs, sock monkeys...
I get the picture!
- And trees.
- Trees?
You're afraid of trees?
They've got pointy branches!
Well, their bark is worse
than their bite, you know.
Oh, that was awesome!
- Hmm...
- I'm so funny.
Yee-haw! Plan A for aero-plane!
Help!
Hang on!
I'm comin' for ya', Yella!
Yee-haw!
Whoa, Nellie!
I got some sort of turkey on my tail!
Hoo-doggies, I been hit!
I got her! I got her!
I got her!
Gotcha!
Incoming!
Brown, are you all right?
Uh, I think my saddle's sore.
We must rush you
to the hospital!
Tout suite!
Well, what do we do now,
your Royal Clumsiness?
Hmm...
I gotcha.
Why deal with this pain in the tail
when we can go
straight to the source?
Blue, you and Brown really
saved my wrapper.
Please. You're making me blush.
And when I blush,
I turn purple.
What's so wrong with that?
- Did you see that?
- The monster was all...
And Yellow was all...
And we were all...
And it was horrible!
Well, he's gone.
Our troubles are over.
I sure wish that were true.
Lookee yonder.
What does it mean?
I'm afraid our troubles
are only just beginning.
All right, all right,
simmer down now, young 'uns.
We've put our best minds to work
on the sitch-e-ation.
Professor Heliotrope
from ColorTech University
is here to make his report.
Professor?
Oh, now it's my turn to speak
with the talking
and the lips with the flapping
and explaining.
Hello, nice cowboy man.
I'm not quite ready though
with the screen for the light
and the showing of the thing
which is happening with...
Oh! Where did everyone go?
It's like a magic trick.
Oh, my glasses. There they are.
Okay, well... Well, then.
Lights, please
and thank you, very nice.
All right, the slide
numbering one, please.
Then slide the first,
the premiere, yes.
Thank you.
Ah, yes, yes, yes, yes.
Well, this represents
the rainbow
which comes down
with all the color
and the color falling
into the lake,
giving us the tinting
and all the prettiness
in the city,
like I said, for living.
Living and happy, smiling.
Slide number two.
The two is next to one
and number four through...
Thank you.
And here we see the colorfall,
through which the metamorphosis
of the rain...
Ooh, double rainbow!
To the lake, to the lake,
gives us the color,
setting us apart
from other art materials
like ink blots,
and lumps of clay
and pencil lead,
and what do they do
with the pastels?
The smudging.
All right and the next slide.
Oh, you're good at that.
Thank you.
Oh, and here I am
at the beach last year
having a wonderful vacation,
it was so nice.
They brought me the drink
with the big thing in it
that stabbed me in the eye.
I don't even know
how that got in there.
Okay, let's move along.
Press the button.
See, again, you're very good
at this in the back.
Look, now, there are...
Drumroll and moment
of seriousness.
Here, you can clearly
see my postulation:
Limpidus non carborundum est.
Uh, run that
by us again, Professor.
In English?
What, you didn't get it
the first time?
All right, I'll do it again.
Assuming the insertion
of the Monster
between the Rainbow
and the Colorfall, he...
It's very simple, actually.
No color, removed.
We become transparent.
Transparent?
You mean I'll lose my color?
Well, everybody
will lose their color.
And if we lose our color,
we'll cease to exist.
Huh?
Any questions?
Lt figures.
Whoa, whoa! Hold your horses.
Folks, I ain't gonna sugarcoat it.
We're up a crick
without a paddle.
I'll say!
No Crayon I've ever heard of
has traveled that far before.
Now Red, no need
to get everyone
more riled up
than they already are.
- Green, what time is it?
- We have precisely five hours,
fifty-eight minutes
and twenty-seven seconds
- before Ben wakes up.
- All right, all right.
We need ourselves
some volunteers to go upriver
and stop this scrawly sidewinder
who's messing with our color.
- Who'll be first?
- Huh. I'm in.
Atta boy. Knew we could count
on you. Anybody else?
We each get to be one color.
I'm tired of feeling useless.
This is our chance.
Always knew we'd end up
on a perilous mission of doom.
We're in!
Hey!
Do I see another bold color
in the house?
- Green?
- Nice going, Greenhorn!
Someone's gotta keep track
of time and keep things organized.
No big galoot is gonna
steal my color.
- I'm coming too!
- Zam!
This is gonna be
one crazy voyage.
Well, there's our posse.
Unless there's another volunteer?
We got room for one more.
Not a lot of room.
I have luggage!
Lawn, lawn... get off my lawn.
Come on, boss. Almost there.
Oh!
It's so pretty. I love it.
I hope he's right about
this color thing.
Well, if you're ready, so am I,
your Royal Tie-Dyediness.
On your mark, get set. Color!
Yeah!
Ah, this is so much fun!
Hoo-ha, boss. We're in color!
You think this is the right
combination for me?
I'm a sort of an autumn.
I don't want to look
too summer-y.
Hmm?
Oh, you've paled out a bit.
Hmm.
Well, that was disappointing.
Just jumping in
doesn't seem to do the trick.
I guess it's only crayons that
can color drawings like us.
You know, decent,
sophisticated, grown up.
Hard lines, handsome...
What's going on? What do you see?
What's happening?
Yes, I see,
your Royal Plumbermeister!
If we plug up the colorfall,
the crayons will have to
come here to unclog it,
and then we can get them
to color us!
Avast, me hearties!
This be our vessel?
Well, Green, it's good to see
you came prepared.
Oh, indeed,
only the essentials.
My cappuccino machine, my bunny
slippers, etcetera, etcetera.
Huh!
Hey, didn't you pack anything?
We had to pack? No one told me.
Did you pack anything?
Only my sunny disposition.
People, people, don't freak.
I didn't bring anything either.
Well, I hope you at least
packed clean underwear.
Of course! Six pairs.
Plus two in case of accident.
Hello, everyone!
Yellow, it's good to see ya.
Cool, man!
You're coming with us?
No, no. I'm not going.
This is just some things
I thought you'd need.
- It's the least I can do.
- Nice job.
Compass. Tent. Lantern.
"Map of Scary Places."
It's a map.
Hmm, very practical.
And it's utilitarian,
and it's pragmatic, too!
Those are synonyms, I think.
One word
before you depart.
You're going where no crayon
has ever gone before.
I sure wish I was going with you,
but I'm a bit, uh, hog-tied.
All I can do is wish you luck
and remind you not to be late,
'cause if you don't get back
before Ben wakes up,
you'll be lost forever.
No Ben, no coloring,
no nothing.
Oh, yes, Inkdiana.
I spoke at a seminar
once there one time.
They have
a lovely convention center.
Oh, yes, indeed! Very colorful!
No! The map!
Why don't you take that...
- Here, Blue, you'll need this.
- Oh, thanks, Yellow!
What am I looking at here?
Oh, Blue, that's the wrong side.
Here, like this.
Ooh, a cotton blend!
That's some quality rope,
if I do say so myself.
You really should only
go for the quality ropes.
And cables, and bungees.
And anything else that
falls in the line of string.
What the...?
Hey, I didn't say cast off,
but, uh... cast off!
Cast off? Wait!
I'm not supposed to be here!
Oh!
Oh, they are so brave,
n'est-Ce pas?
Braver than a armadillo
crossing the highway.
Yellow!
Up top!
I'm glad you decided to come!
Well, I didn't exactly decide to.
Don't worry, it's gonna be fun!
- Isn't this exciting?
- Exciting?
We could get the wax
peeled off our tips,
our wrappers could get torn,
or we might even get broken.
Broken?
Mommy.
Huh.
Whew.
- This isn't too bad.
- Mm-hmm.
I can handle this.
A nice relaxing boat ride.
Heave ho,
I'm pirate-talking
Heave ho,
our knees are knocking
Heave ho, our boat is rocking
Early in the morning
Mm, To be at sea.
The fresh, clean salt air.
The gentle swaying of the ship.
Back and forth, back and forth,
back and forth.
Oh, on my wrapper.
Argh, a landlubber.
My apologies.
Being on the water
brings out my inner pirate.
Yarrr.
Heave ho, off we go
It's time to save the day
From the giant
Who's trying
to take our colors away
I'm Green,
I like to stay on track
If we're on time,
I've got your back
How can we pick up some slack
While heading down the river?
Heave ho, off we go
I'm Blue and very cool
I'll take some risks,
but I'm no fool
Playing safe is still the rule
While sailing to adventure
Heave ho
Off we go
It's time to save the day
From the giant
Who's trying
to take our colors away
My color's White,
my time will come
When it's my turn
to have some fun
Right now I'm a little numb
Feeling kind of queasy
Heave ho, off we go
My brother White,
you've got it wrong
Listen to Black,
before too long
We won't be here
to sing this song
We're headed for disaster
Heave ho, off we go
It's time to save the day
- Hooray.
- From the giant
Who's trying
to take our colors away
Who says, Black?
We cannot fail
I'm tough and strong
Red will prevail
Oops, I think
I've chipped a nail
So call the paramedics!
Heave ho, off we go
I'm worried and I fear
I'm Yellow,
and to be right here
With danger lurking very near
It's not what I intended
It's not. It's really not.
Heave ho, off we go
- It's time to save the day
- Hooray!
From the giant
Who's trying
to take our colors away
So, heave ho, off we go
It's time to save the day
From the giant
Who's trying
to take our colors away
He can't take our colors away
No, he won't take
our colors away
'Cause we're here
to save the day!
My theory seems to be...
I believe the proper terminology
would be...
correct-o-mundo!
Oh, this is not good.
Not good at all.
I'd invite you to take a look,
but it seems my ocular orb
has become somewhat fastened
to this contraption...
Qu'est Que c'est?
He means his eye is stuck.
Oh, thank you, nice Cowboy Man
and Pink Lady.
There must have been...
suction created
with the surface tension
when my eyeball came in contact
with the curvature
of the eyepiece lens,
causing the predicament that,
with your application of
continuous gyration and torque
was finally broken,
allowing me to esca...
Ow!
Glad we could help, Professor.
Just what I feared.
That varmint is
blocking up the rainbow!
Here, take a look-see.
Zut alors! A chroma-tastrophe.
If this continues, we shall soon
be mere silhouettes!
I believe you are already
starting to fade.
And you don't have
your usual rosy glow.
Oh, well,
this isn't my usual eyeball,
but our heroes are coming
to a bifurcation!
Hey...
Hey! Which way?
Hmm, let me see...
We need to make a decision here.
It says "Danger!"
- Almost there.
- Go left.
- Left?
- Right.
- Right? You said left.
- I meant correct.
- Go left.
- Left. You sure?
- Right.
- Right right?
- Or correct right?
- Right right!
- Make up your mind!
- Um, left!
Okay, turning left!
Oops...
- Right.
- Um... Okay.
- Where are we?
- According to the map,
we're heading
down the Scary Narrows.
- The rapids!
- Hang on tight!
What do we do now?
We end up in Davy Jones's
school supplies.
Oh, no.
We have to stay
inside the shorelines.
Blue! Give the wheel to Green!
- Me?
- Him?
He's the best at staying
in the lines.
That's not cool!
The lines are getting
too close together!
We'll never make it.
We're doomed.
I landed on my keys.
Oh! I'm still in one piece!
You dodged the whole thing!
You saved us!
Well, it only goes to show
that sometimes,
you just have to color
outside the lines.
Way to go, Green!
Well, thank you, but I
can't take all the credit.
- It was Yellow's idea.
- Huh?
It sure was.
That was some fast thinking.
Green, I think you
forgot your sunscreen there.
What?
You've got tan-lines.
I do?
Well, I've never had them before.
You do too, Red.
- What?
- I'm going a bit gray myself.
- Oh, no!
- What is it?
These aren't tan lines.
We're starting to fade.
That can only mean one thing.
What do you think it'll be like
when we have color, boss?
I think I'd like
to have polka dots.
Or maybe I could be plaid!
I bet Lois would go out with me
if I was plaid.
Girls love straight lines
crisscrossing, crisscrossing.
- Make you look handsome.
- Hmm.
What?
Oh! Great work,
your Royal Brawniness.
Keep this up
and we'll be done in no time!
Hmm...
Hey, you're not gonna let some
spooky unnatural fog scare you?
Anything could be in that fog.
Any kind of creepy, crawly,
ookie, slimy monster.
- Huh?
- I'll take the lead.
Let's go everybody.
What is this place?
Everything's so glum.
Yeah, makes Black
look downright cheery.
Ha.
You're always so brave, Blue.
How do you do it?
What's your secret?
No secret.
But you're never afraid.
Huh. That's what you think.
I've got the heebie-jeebies
right now.
You do? But you don't show it.
Oh. Well, maybe
that's the secret.
Creepy crawlies!
Yellow was right.
Voice 1: Go back!
Go away!
Voice 2:
You are not welcome here.
Voice 3: Come any closer
and we'll leave you
on the dashboard of a hot car!
I always knew I'd end up melted
by spooky disembodied voices.
Ha! I'm not afraid
of any fog creature...
...much.
Come on out! I dare you!
I double dog dare you!
Voice 1: And don't come back.
Moo.
Moo?
Hmm...
Something smells fishy.
Blue must have forgotten
to change his socks again.
I mean something's not right.
Someone's gotta sneak back.
What? Behind enemy lines?
Ha. I'll do it!
No. White has to go.
- Alone.
- Me?!
Why me?
- Look at you.
- Huh?
You're naturally camouflaged.
You'll blend right in.
I know this is hard to do.
Believe me, I know.
But we need you.
You need... me?
Wow, you guys need me.
This is my moment to shine.
I'll do it!
Huh?
Huh?
- Was I okay?
- You were great.
What about me?
Did I overplay it?
No, no. I really liked
the "or else" part.
It implied consequences.
Perilous consequences.
- Moo.
- Yeah, Cow.
I really felt
the complexity of your backstory
and the emotional shading
of your delivery.
Why, you're not monsters!
What? Um...
- Grrr.
- Boo?
Moo!
Fellas, it was a trick.
No, no, no.
We really are monsters!
Yeah, I... I'm a dragon.
Fierce, vicious.
Very scary.
Ouch! Not so hard!
So this was the menace?
You bovine buffoon!
You lactose lunatic!
- You...
- Moo.
White! You were wonderful.
As Brown would say...
"Aww, shucks, ma'am.
T'wern't nothin'."
Okay, you know, 'fess up.
Who are you guys?
We're, we're...
We're unfinished drawings.
The unfinished.
The not-quite-good-enough.
The ones that never made it
on Ben's wall or Mom's fridge.
Most of us
don't even have names.
- I'm Duck. This is Cow.
- Moo.
Everyone calls me Bumble Bee.
- Astronaut.
- Horse.
He's Race Car.
Pathetic, right?
My name's Ricky...
But... but, I'm...
I'm not exactly sure why.
You live here?
What he means is
nobody wants to hang out with us.
Moo, moo.
Besides, we have to hide here.
If we don't,
"it" might find us.
"Lt?" What's... it?
The Great Waste.
A terrible creature that eats
unfinished drawings.
Eats... drawings?
Yup. Stinger, wings,
cute little chef's hat...
He'd make a bee-lightful
tuna sandwich out of me!
Get a grip, bumble-boy.
Come on, gang, we've got
our own monster to fight.
Maybe we'll catch you
on the way back.
Uh... how do we get out of here?
Hmm.
We're west of Eraser Mesa.
No, no, no, avoid that place.
You'll get rubbed out.
We could head towards Glueisiana.
You don't want to get stuck there.
How about
cutting through Pencilvania?
Oh, what's the point?
Well, what do you suggest?
The quickest way
is across the Wasteland.
- We can take you.
- But it's a desert!
We'll never make it.
It's too hot.
- We'll melt!
- Hot? You betcha.
But it's also our home.
We can get you across.
But, we'll have to go fast!
Fast?
Hey, this is kinda fun!
In fact... I love this!
Yahoo!
We're here.
- Here?
- This is Rubber Band Ridge.
From here, it's just a quick shot
to the top of the mountain.
We'll show you how.
I do wish there was something
we could do for you guys.
Huh? Maybe we can.
What do you mean?
We could color our friends.
Coloring? Now?
Plus we're already fading.
If you ask me, we don't have
any color to spare.
And don't forget about
the big scary monster
and his, um... flying thing.
I know we still have
a long way to go,
but it's the right thing to do.
The drawings helped us.
It's our turn to help them.
- Well...
- I'm a crayon.
Coloring is what I do.
This is my destiny.
And that cow needs some white!
- Moo, moo?
- And some black, too.
See? It hardly takes a second.
There. Now you're a palomino.
How about adding a little
oomph to that fire!
Ahh!
What's a Mallard
without green feathers?
And a racecar
without a slick paint job
is just a rust bucket.
Whenever I'm looking
for something to do
A story brings me in
Away from the things
that make me afraid
And then I can begin
You see, it's me
My magic's coming through
Color the world
The greatest thing to do
Drawing our stories
we like to explore
With color and with style
Led by our feelings
and through every door
We're finding our own smiles
Let's sing and dance
Our magic never ends
Color the world
It's better with our friends
Better with our,
better with our
Friends
Houston, we don't
have a problem!
I am bee-utiful!
Hot stuff comin' through!
Oh, I wish we had the words
to thank you.
Bee-cisely, we're all
utterly grateful.
Moo.
She does
have a way with words.
Are you guys gonna be all right?
I think so, Ducky-Duck.
We would have liked to give
you even brighter colors,
but we are getting paler
by the minute.
And we've only minutes to spare.
Well, then, let's get moving.
Are you guys sure about this?
Unless you know how to fly,
this is the fastest way
to the top.
I always knew we'd end up
being launched into oblivion.
Hmm?
Five...
four, three...
- two, one.
- Ha!
Blast off!
Wee!
Help me. Someone. Hurry!
I'm stuck in a rock.
Zaaam.
Zam good or Zam bad?
Zaaam!
He and that flying thing are hoarding
all the color for themselves!
What is that guy, anyway?
- Some sort of a bat?
- I don't know.
There are creeps
and there are jerks,
but this guy,
he's a real creep-jerk!
- How do we stop him?
- He is stronger than us.
He is meaner than us!
He is badder than us.
We got to have a plan.
Plan? Good idea.
- What's the plan?
- Don't know.
Planning is not my thing, dig?
Maybe we can distract him
long enough to destroy the dam?
And how do we do that?
Well... one of us
will have to act as bait.
And I know just who
that should be.
- Yellow.
- Exactly.
What? Wait, me?
Blue... are you sure?
Absolutely.
We gotta think outside
the crayon-box on this one!
He chased her around Color City.
I bet he'll follow her again.
Besides, I believe in you, Yellow.
Maybe it's time
you believed in yourself.
I... I believe in me, too.
I can do it!
I can't do it!
What was I thinking,
coming here on my own?
I'll never change.
I'm yellow.
Yellow, yellow to the core.
I'll just sit here. That's it.
I'll sit here on
this rock for a while,
then go back and tell them
I couldn't find Scrawl.
I'll just say
I got lost in this snow.
Snow?
This isn't snow. It's...
P... P... paper!
Eeek!
The.. the... the Great Waste!
Help, help, help!
Help, help, help!
That's it,
your Royal Chop-Sockiness!
Wax on, wax off!
Yeah, you better run,
you Trashosaurus Rex!
You saved me.
Why?
We tried to tell you.
All we ever wanted
was some color.
Without it, we're just...
Unfinished drawings.
You helped me.
Now it's my turn to help you.
There. Now you truly are
King Scrawl.
Ah. Thank you.
You're welcome,
but we're almost out of color.
We have to get the colorfall
flowing again.
This is my fault.
I was being greedy.
I never meant to cause you
any harm.
The dam must come down right away.
But your Royal Clogginess,
the dam is too strong
for us to knock down by ourselves.
My friends will help.
Oh, I'm not so sure about that.
I think the other crayons
are afraid of me.
I'll explain.
It was all
a big misunderstanding.
You'll see.
I knew this Rubber Bandolero
would come in handy.
We'll stretch it
across the canyon,
and when Scrawl gets near...
Whammo! We get him.
Signal! Signal! Bird sounds!
That's the signal.
Here they come!
Places everyone.
It's show time!
Hello? Guys?
Everything's okay.
Olly olly auburn-free!
They must be
around here somewhere.
Now!
It's a trap!
I knew it,
your Sitting Duckliness.
No, wait!
We should never have
followed her into Color City.
An ambush. And I trusted you.
Get me down from here.
I don't think I can,
your Upside Downliness.
I can only make paper cuts,
and this thing is rubber.
Please, listen to me!
You know him?
Um...
You led him to Color City?
Well, not exactly...
And how come he can speak?
Did you draw him a mouth?
- Yes, but he...
- Whose side are you on, Yellow?
Wait, listen...
Just stay out of our way, Yellow.
- Haven't you done enough?
- Please, please.
You don't understand.
You're right. We don't.
Pardon my language, but you, sir,
are a Grade-A poopy pants.
Poopy pants?
Well, that's awfully harsh,
don't you think?
So what'll we
do with them now?
Gee, I don't know.
Planning's not my thing.
I think I mentioned that.
Anyone got an idea?
Let's make him into a great big
paper pinata, and whammo!
Yes! That sounds
both appropriate and timely.
Well, then... Charge!
This doesn't look good,
your Punching Bagliness.
Stop!
Leave him alone!
Oh, you've gotta be kidding me.
Siding with the monster again?!
Stop calling him that!
He's not a monster! He's a king.
Very nice landing.
- Huh?
- Wha...?
And he saved my life.
- What?
- He did?
He's good and kind
and all he wants is some color.
We never gave him a chance
to explain.
We judged him
because we were afraid.
I was afraid, too.
But not anymore.
Oh. Zam.
Huh, uh, gee...
We, um...
Well, I... I suppose, in light
of this new information...
We've all acted like jerks.
Yeah. Creep-jerks.
And I am the worst offender of all.
Will you forgive me?
Hmm?
I'm sorry. A happy ending
gets me every time.
It's not over yet.
We've still got important work to do.
And very little time.
Colors are runnin' faster than
a red sock in a washing machine.
It is the end.
Le coup de grace!
Soon we will be saying
Au revoir, Mon ami.
Ugh. My fade-o-meter tells me
that we are now
only 15.6 percent
of our original color
and dimming with alacrity!
There, there.
It ain't over till
the fat crayon sings.
Spoke too soon.
Heave!
Ho!
- Heave!
- Ho!!
Heave!
Ho!
- It won't budge!
- We need more help!
There's no one else.
It's up to us.
Not quite,
your Royal Mistakenliness.
I have brought
reinforcements. Ha ha!
What was that?
Sounds like the cavalry!
I've always had a way with
giant terrestrial vertebrates.
- Hey, this way.
- Huh?
- Yeah.
- Okay, big fella.
Get ready to pull.
All right, everybody. On three.
One!
Two!
Three!
Heave!
Ah.
Yeah!
Hue, shade, tint,
saturation are all returning!
It seems appropriate
to interject at this juncture
a hearty hoo-ha!
Those rapscallions did it!
Yee-haw!
C'est manifique!
Aww, shucks, ma'am.
Spontaneous osculation,
reaction of embarrassment
combined with a measure
of bashful delight.
Oh, very good.
Very good, indeed.
Stay cool!
If you can get us back
to Color City right away,
I think there's enough time.
Very possibly.
Looking good,
your Royal Highness.
As do you, my trusty, uh...
Uh, what are you, anyway?
Bug, bird, bat...
Lt doesn't matter
when you look this good!
And you have great friends.
You know, I debated
about pinstripes,
but it's not really the season.
Maybe this winter.
I don't know. Tweed's the...
Folks, we owe our heroes
a great big ball of thanks.
And none more so than Yella.
So, little miss,
the highest award we can bestow:
The Color Wheel of Honor.
Professor, the medal, please.
Oh, no, no, that's not it.
Oh, how did that get in there?
This? No.
Oh, my, this isn't mine.
Oh, is that a gelatin marsupial?
I wonder if it's still good.
Nope, not good!
No, it's awf... Oh, wait.
Oh, bingo! Here it is!
I knew it was here all along,
it was just at the bottom...
You truly are
the Hero of Color City.
Sorry, folks,
this square dance is over.
- Ben is waking up in five...
- Hurry, folks!
- Four...
- After you.
Three...
two...
Hmm?
Whoa!
When did I...
Cool!
I am bee-utiful!
Houston,
we don't have a problem.
Hot stuff comin' through!
Oh, I wish we had
the words to thank you.
Ooh, hey, Ricky.
I wonder if there's a way
to share crayons with children
who might not have
- any of their own.
- Oh. What about recycling?
Really? Recycle crayons? How?
Kids, parents and teachers
can collect used,
but still good crayons.
Then the Crayon Collection
will help find them new homes
with other boys and girls.
Sounds easy-peasy.
Yup. Just go to
crayoncollection.org
and click on
the "recycle" button
to start saving crayons
for kids everywhere.
And more crayons
mean more drawings.
Like us!
Ah...
I finally made it.