(Bruno grunts)
- Okay, twice around the park, my good man, and step on it.
I don't wanna be late. (thunder claps)
Oh no, look, it's gonna rain.
Oh rats. - Hey Oscar, hey Bruno.
Looks like rain, huh?
- Well who asked ya?
Yeah, it does look like it's gonna rain, phooey.
- I thought you liked rain, Oscar?
- Nah, nah, I like it if I'm gonna have a picnic, yeah,
but most of the time it's a pain in the neck.
Why, why, all it ever does is rain water.
- Well,
I mean, we need water, Oscar.
We need water to water the trees, and the grass,
and the earth, and it cleans things off.
- Well, who asked ya?
Well, I don't care, I wish it would just rain something
that a grouch would like, like if it would only rain trash.
- Wishful thinking (laughs).
Oh boy, I think I felt a drop.
I better get inside before it comes down, see ya.
- Wow, that was a pretty good idea of mine there, Bruno.
Why, just imagine,
what if instead of raining rain it rained trash?
(peaceful chimes) Yeah.
(playful music)
♪ When it rains grouch rain it rains trash outta heaven ♪
♪ Every yucky cloud contains trash outta heaven ♪
♪ Can't beat that paper falling upon the ground ♪
♪ And all those tin cans pouring, I love the sound ♪
♪ Top it off with bunches of wilted old flowers ♪
♪ If I want the things I love, I need grouch showers ♪
♪ I love to hear it thunder oh so wonderfully ♪
♪ 'Cause there's trash outta heaven for you and me ♪
(peaceful chimes)
(Oscar scats) (rain falls)