Match the words to the sentences
body, bug, cart, confusing, five, growing, measure, stop, think, village |
Kuzco: Because you're...you know. Let's face it, you're no spring chicken, and I mean that in the best possible way -
Yzma: What?! A llama?! He's supposed to be dead!
Kronk: Yeah, weird.
Yzma: Let me see that vial! This isn't poison, this is extract of llama!
Kronk: You know, in my defense, your poisons all look alike, you might think about re-labeling some of them.
Yzma: Take him out of town and finish the job now!
Kronk: What about dinner?
Yzma: Kronk, this is kind of important.
Kronk: How about dessert?
Yzma: Well, I suppose there's time for dessert.
Kronk: And coffee?
Yzma: All right, a quick cup of coffee. Then take him out of town and finish the job!
Kuzco (narrator): Guess where I am right now! Uh-huh, in the bag. Still think I'm not the victim here? Watch, it gets better! Oh, he's doing his own theme music? Big, dumb, and tone-deaf. I am so glad I was unconscious for all of this.
Kronk: Mission accomplished.
Shoulder Angel: You're not just going to let him die like that, are you?
Kronk: My shoulder angel!
Shoulder Devil: Don't listen to that guy! He's trying to lead you down the path of righteousness. I'm going to lead you down the path that rocks!
Shoulder Angel: Oh, come off it.
Shoulder Devil: You come off it!
Shoulder Angel: You!
Shoulder Devil: You!
Shoulder Angel: You!
Shoulder Devil: You infinity!
Shoulder Angel: Grr...
Shoulder Devil: Listen up, big guy, I got three good reasons why you should just walk away. Number one, look at that guy! He's got that sissy stringy music thing.
Shoulder Angel: We've been through this. It's a harp, and you know it.
Shoulder Devil: Oh, right, that's a harp, and that's a dress.
Shoulder Angel: Robe!
Shoulder Devil: Reason number two, Look what I can do.
Kronk: Wha--what does that have to do with anything?
Shoulder Angel: No, no, he's got a point.
Kronk: Listen, you guys, you're sort of (1)_______________ me, so, ah, begone, or, uh, you know, however I get rid of you guys.
Shoulder Devil: That'll work.
Kuzco (narrator): Um...what's with the chimp and the (2)_______________ ? Can we get back to me?
Kronk: Oh boy, think, think, (3)_______________ ! What to do? What to do? What do I do with the (4)_______________ ?
Pacha: What am I going to tell the (5)_______________?
Kronk: Come on, Kronky, come on, Kronky! Okay, what do I do? What do I do? Ah! Back! Elbow! Shoulder! Uh! Oh, hey! Hey you! Hey! Excuse me. Excuse me. (6)_______________ ! Pardon me. Excuse me. Sorry about that. Coming through. Hey, you with the (7)_______________ ! Uh-oh. This is not good. Uhh. Hope that doesn't come back to haunt me.
Tipo: Mom, Mom! I think I'm still (8)_______________ ! Measure me again!
Chicha: Ha! All right, Tipo. Stand still and let's see.
Chaca: Mom, you and I both know that it's impossible for him to have grown in the last (9)_______________ minutes. Isn't it?
Chicha: Aah, look how much you've grown!
Chaca: What? Tipo, get out of the way. It's my turn again. (10)_______________ me.
Tipo: Dad's home!
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answers:
Kuzco: Because you're...you know. Let's face it, you're no spring chicken, and I mean that in the best possible way -
Yzma: What?! A llama?! He's supposed to be dead!
Kronk: Yeah, weird.
Yzma: Let me see that vial! This isn't poison, this is extract of llama!
Kronk: You know, in my defense, your poisons all look alike, you might think about re-labeling some of them.
Yzma: Take him out of town and finish the job now!
Kronk: What about dinner?
Yzma: Kronk, this is kind of important.
Kronk: How about dessert?
Yzma: Well, I suppose there's time for dessert.
Kronk: And coffee?
Yzma: All right, a quick cup of coffee. Then take him out of town and finish the job!
Kuzco (narrator): Guess where I am right now! Uh-huh, in the bag. Still think I'm not the victim here? Watch, it gets better! Oh, he's doing his own theme music? Big, dumb, and tone-deaf. I am so glad I was unconscious for all of this.
Kronk: Mission accomplished.
Shoulder Angel: You're not just going to let him die like that, are you?
Kronk: My shoulder angel!
Shoulder Devil: Don't listen to that guy! He's trying to lead you down the path of righteousness. I'm going to lead you down the path that rocks!
Shoulder Angel: Oh, come off it.
Shoulder Devil: You come off it!
Shoulder Angel: You!
Shoulder Devil: You!
Shoulder Angel: You!
Shoulder Devil: You infinity!
Shoulder Angel: Grr...
Shoulder Devil: Listen up, big guy, I got three good reasons why you should just walk away. Number one, look at that guy! He's got that sissy stringy music thing.
Shoulder Angel: We've been through this. It's a harp, and you know it.
Shoulder Devil: Oh, right, that's a harp, and that's a dress.
Shoulder Angel: Robe!
Shoulder Devil: Reason number two, Look what I can do.
Kronk: Wha--what does that have to do with anything?
Shoulder Angel: No, no, he's got a point.
Kronk: Listen, you guys, you're sort of (1)confusing me, so, ah, begone, or, uh, you know, however I get rid of you guys.
Shoulder Devil: That'll work.
Kuzco (narrator): Um...what's with the chimp and the (2)bug? Can we get back to me?
Kronk: Oh boy, think, think, (3)think! What to do? What to do? What do I do with the (4)body?
Pacha: What am I going to tell the (5)village?
Kronk: Come on, Kronky, come on, Kronky! Okay, what do I do? What do I do? Ah! Back! Elbow! Shoulder! Uh! Oh, hey! Hey you! Hey! Excuse me. Excuse me. (6)Stop! Pardon me. Excuse me. Sorry about that. Coming through. Hey, you with the (7)cart! Uh-oh. This is not good. Uhh. Hope that doesn't come back to haunt me.
Tipo: Mom, Mom! I think I'm still (8)growing! Measure me again!
Chicha: Ha! All right, Tipo. Stand still and let's see.
Chaca: Mom, you and I both know that it's impossible for him to have grown in the last (9)five minutes. Isn't it?
Chicha: Aah, look how much you've grown!
Chaca: What? Tipo, get out of the way. It's my turn again. (10)Measure me.
Tipo: Dad's home!