Mama! Come to mama Slothy, come on hmm? Mama, you've been bad. Oh, Slothy. I may have been...

Sloth: Mama! Mama Fratelli: Come to mama Slothy, come on hmm? Sloth: Mama, you've been bad. Mama Fratelli: Oh, Slothy. I may have been bad. I may have kept you chained up in that room but it was for your own good. Sloth: Yeah! Mama Fratelli: You remember that song I used to sing to you? Sloth: Yeah! Mama Fratelli: You were little back then? [Mama Fratelli comforts Sloth] Mama Fratelli: [singing] Rock-a-bye baby on the tree top. When the wind blows the cradle will rock. When the bough breaks the cradle will fall... Sloth: Break! Fall! Mama Fratelli: No! I only dropped once. Sloth: Ahh! [Sloth carries Mama Fratelli to the plank] Mama Fratelli: Well, maybe twice. No Sloth! Put me down!