No! terrible!

Morton:

Gathering, gathering! Nigel, that includes you. [Nigel looks up, disturbed] Morton:
Beaks closed, ears open! Cecil:
Friends, wanderers, marabous! When those Zambezians flocked together, they created an Inside! Morton:
[Supporting every word]
Inside! Cecil:
And an Outside! Morton:
Outside! Cecil:
And if you hadn't noticed, we are on the outside. Morton:
Here we are! Cecil:
The Cold, lonely, Desolate, outside. Morton:
Hooo Hooo Hooo Hooo Hooo Hooo, [Pretends to be chilly] Morton:
Frigid Africa. Cecil:
And why? Morton:
Don't know, it's a mystery! [Gets slapped by Cecil] Cecil:
Because, they didn't like the look of us. Marabous:
And what is wrong with what we look like? Cecil:
They just want their little tree-house all to themselves! How sporty is that! Morton:
Very sporty! [Gets slapped again] Cecil:
Not very! Morton:
No! terrible!