Oh, hold on a minute. Sheep are the ones with curly tails, aren't they? Go 'oink'. That's right, isn't it?

So, I make a loud noise and they run towards the guys with the shotguns, right?

How can you expect me to out in this weather? I'll get soaked.

I don't care! Bleat as much as you like! Nobody's going back to the pen until we've mastered this Busby Berkeley routine! OK, from the top, and this time keep in step!!

Shit! The sky's red! Must be a nuclear attack! Duck, everyone!