Giant: You're wonderful, Morocco. You're the best cuckoo clock in the whole world.
Morocco: Secret Squirrel better get me out of this soon before I go cuckoo-cuckoo-cuckoo-cuckoo!
Secret: Sorry, I don't have time to talk about it.
Giant: Fe fi foe fum, I'm going to squish you little crumbs.
Giant: No more bells for you, Big Ben. Because from now on, you're going to be a cuckoo clock. I'm just cuckoo about cuckoos.
Morocco: And we're cuckoo if we stay here.
Morocco: Gosh, it's a long long climb on this beanstalk. We'll be pooped when we get to the top.
Secret: Not if we use the elevator.
Morocco: Now why didn't I think of that. You know, you never cease to amaze me Secret.
Secret: Sorry, Chief. No time to lose.
Morocco: Especially Big Ben. (laughs)
(two small clouds float into Chief Double Q's office)
Secret: Secret Squirrel at your service, Chief!
Morocco: Ditto, Morocco Mole.
Chief: Heaven's sake, Secret! Why don't you ever use the front door?
Secret: We came by London fog.
Morocco: It was a pea souper and very delicious.
Man: Blimey! Big Ben has been copped!