Dr. Seuss The Sneetches with Captions

Dr. Seuss Video

A 3 decker!

Consisting of One - The Sneetches

Two - The Zax

and Three - Green Eggs and Ham

Now the star bellied sneetches had bellys with stars.

The plain bellied sneetches had none
upon thars.

No stars on their bellys. No stars upon thars.

Now those stars weren't so big.

They were really quite small.

You would think such a thing wouldn't matter at all.

But because they had stars, all the

star bellied sneetches would brag.

"We're the best kind of sneetch on the beaches!"

With their snoots in the air,

the would sniff and they'd snort.

They'd have nothing to do with the plain
bellied sort.

"Ronald, remember, when you are out walking,

you walk past a sneetch of that type without talking."

"Keep your snoot in the air, and remember
to snort.

We have no truck whatever with the
plain bellied sort."

When the star bellied children went out to play ball.

Could a plain belly get in the game? Not at all!

You only could play if your bellies had stars.

And the plain bellied children had none
upon thars.

Yar Yar...your belly's got no stars.

When the star bellied sneetches had
frankfurter roasts,

or picnics or parties or marshmallow toasts,

They never invited the plain belly sneetches.

They left them out cold and in the dark

on the beaches.

They kept them away.

They never let them come near.

That's how they treated them year
after year.

They got snort. They got snooted.

Their bottoms got booted.

While the star bellied sneetches all taunted
and hooted.

"They just are not suited. No stars upon thars!"

Then one day, it seems while the plain

bellied sneetches were moping and doping

alone on the beaches, just sitting there

wishing their bellies had stars.

A stranger approached in the strangest of cars.

"My friends, I have seen they've been treating you mean.

My name is Sylvester McMonkey McBean.

I know precisely why you're so unhappy.

And that I can fix. I'm the fix it up chappy.

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My prices are low, and I work with great

speed and my work is 100% guaranteed.

By my new patent process of protoprotoxis

of the inner subnuclear neausbaum nogoxsis

you'll get a star like the star bellied

sneetch for the mere paltry payment of $3 each.

A star? Here?

Yes my friend, there.

And the first to go through gets the trip at

half fare.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

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It works!

Yeah, It works! It works!

Ladies and gentlemen. We are faced with a

most awkward dilemma.

We're the true star bellys.

We had them first.

We're still the best sneetches, and

they're still the worst.

Yeah, but how are we going to proove it?

Which is which? I can't tell us apart.

Let me through...excuse me.

Step aside please. Thank you.

You don't know me my friends

but calm down if you can, I'm here

to help the original star bellied clan.

Those upstarts it's true now have

stars just like you.

But follow me my friends and you know what

I'll do? I'll make you again the best sneetches

on the beaches and all it will cost you is

$10 eaches.

Belly stars my dear friends are no

longer in style. I'll have yours off in a

very short while.

In my wondrous machine which

eradicates stars. Then you won't look like sneetches

who have them on thars.

Eradicate these? Eradicates these with
the greatest of ease!

Provided you pay your 10 bucks if you please.

Here's $10 for the boy and $10 for me.

Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

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How original! How distinctive!

How exclusive!

Then of course, those with stars

all got frightfully mad.

To be wearing a star now was frightfully bad.

And of course old Sylvester McMonkey
McBean,

invited them into his "Star Off" machine.

Thank you. Thank you.

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Then of course from then on,

as you probably guessed, things really
got into a horrible mess.

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All the rest of that day

on those wild screaming beaches,

the fix it up chappy kept fixing up
sneetches!

Off again, on again, in again, out again.

Through the machine, they raced round and about

again changing their stars every minute or two.

They kept paying money.

They kept running through until

neither the plain or the star bellies

knew whether this one or that one was

this one or which one was what one.

Or what one was who.

Then, when every last cent of their money

was spent, the fix it up chappy

packed up and he went.

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And he laughed as he drove his

car up the beach.

They never will learn. No, you can't
teach a sneetch.

But, McBean was quite wrong.

I am happy to say that the sneetches

got really quite smart on that day.

That day they decided that sneetches

are sneetches and no kind of sneetch

is the best on the beaches.

That day all the sneetches forgot about stars,

and whether or not they had one upon thars.