Pixar Shorts:
Boundin'

Boundin' is the first of the Pixar shorts to have any vocal performance, as all the previous short films had only visual and sound effects. Bud Luckey is one of Pixar's character designers and Boundin' is his project. Luckey directed, wrote, narrated and composed the musical score for Boundin' and thus it has a bit of a different flavor to it than the other Pixar shorts.

Bud Luckey voiced the character Rick Dicker in The Incredibles and Boundin was released with Bud Luckey's commentary is included as well as a short clip entitled "Who is Bud Luckey?"

Here's a video clip for the making of Boundin' that you'll really like:

Boundin' Plot

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A young sheep out in the American west has a wool coat that he takes much pride in as he dances. His prarie dog neighbors across the stream join in as do a burrow owl, a rattle snake and little fishies in the stream. Life is good and happy.

One day a man comes and takes him away in a familiar looking old car. (It's Stanley, the founder of Radiator Springs in the first Cars movie.) You can hear the lamb being shaved and then he's dumped into a mud puddle during a rainy night.

Lamb is sad about his state and his prarie dog neighbors all laugh at him. He cowers under the sagebrush to get out of the rain just as a wise American Jackolope comes onto the scene and gives him some good advice. Read the lyrics to the song for the rest of the story and follow along when you watch it on the screen. This is one of those more endearing Pixar shorts.

Boundin' Lyrics

Here's a story on how strange is life with its changes,
And it happened not long ago.
On a high mountain plain, where the sagebrush arranges,
A playground south of the snow.

Lived a lamb with a coat of remarkable sheen,
It would glint in the sunlight all sparkly and clean,
Such a source of great pride,
That it caused him to preen.

And he'd break out in high steppin' dance.
He would dance for his neighbors across the way.
I must say that they found his dancin' enhancin',
For they'd also join in the play.

Then one day...

Then a-boundin' up the slope,
Came a great American jackalope.
This sage of the sage, this rare hare of hope,
Caused to pause and check out the lamb.

"Hey kid, why the mope?"

"I used to be something all covered with fluff,
And I'd dance in the sunlight and show off my stuff.
Then they hauled me away in a manner quite rough,
And sheared me and dropped me back here in the buff."

"And if that's not enough,
Now my friends all laugh at me,
Cause they think I look ridiculous, funny, and pink."

"Pink? Pink? Well, what's wrong with pink?
Seems you've got a pink kink in your think.
Does it matter what color? Well, that gets nope.
Be it pink purple or heliotrope.

Now sometimes you're up and sometimes you're down,
When you find that you're down well just look around.
You still got a body, good legs and fine feet,
Get your head in the right place and hey, you're complete!

"Now as for the dancin', you can do more,
You can reach great heights, in fact you can soar.
You just get a leg up and ya slap it on down,
And you'll find you're up in what's called a bound.
Bound, bound, and rebound."

"Bound and you're up right next to the sky,
And I think you can do it if you give it a try,
First get a leg up, slap it on down."

So every year, along about May,
They'd load him up and they'd haul him away,
And they'd shave him and dump him all naked and bare.
He learned to live with it, he didn't care,
He'd just bound, bound, bound, and rebound.

Now in this world of ups and downs,
So nice to know there are jackalopes around.

Disney/Pixar's Boundin' in Dutch

Thanks to one of my fabulous readers from The Netherlands, Dennis B., for sending me these lyrics. He's translated this song for his two-year-old son, who just loves this little movie!

Ik zal demonstreren, hoe het soms kan verkeren,
in dit verhaal uit de vorige eeuw.
Op een hoog bergplateau, tussen stuiken en meren,
ten zuiden van de eeuwige sneeuw.

Wel, daar woonde een schaap, met een schitterende vacht,
Echt hageltje wit en zo glanzend en zacht.
Hij was trots als een pauw en dan heel onverwacht,
barste hij spontaan uit in gedans.

Hij speelde zijn eigen matinee.
Zo danste hij uren, vooral voor zijn buren,
en ze deden gewoon met hem mee.

Toen op een dag....

Er kwam al hoppend aangelopen,
een pracht van een grote connylope.
Deze springende wijsgeer, de haas van de hoop,
stopte met hoppen en keek naar het lam.
"Zit je... in de knoop?"

Ik was ooit belangrijk, met m'n mooie vacht
en danste en danste tot diep in de nacht.
Toen werd ik gegrepen en bruut weggebracht,
geknipt en geschoren en weg was mijn pracht.

En da's nog niet alles, mijn vrienden lachen zich slap.
Want weet je, ze vinden me belachelijk, kaal en roze.

Roze, roze, wat is er met roze?
Ik vind het een mooie metamorfose.
Is kleur dan belangrijk? Het antwoord is nee!
Wees roze of paars of desnoods alle twee.

Kijk soms heb je vleugels, soms zit je aan de grond.
En zit je te tobben, nou kijk dan eens rond.
Je hebt nog een lijf, goede benen en voeten.
Nu nog positief denken, dan komt het weer goed hè.

Wat dat dansen betreft, je kan meer volgens mij.
Je kan gaan tot de hemel, ja zelfs daar voorbij.
Til gewoonweg je been op, knal neer met een bong.
Dan zwiep je omhoog en dat noem je een sprong.

Sprong, sprong, spring maar een sprong.
Spring omhoog, dat gaat nooit verkeerd.
En ik denk dat het lukt als je 't ook eens probeert.

Til je been op. Knal neer met een bong.

Dus ieder jaar, zo ergens rond mei,
dan laden ze hem in en 't is zo voorbij.
Dan zit 'ie daar, geschoren, zachtroze en naakt.
Hij zit er niet meer mee, wordt er niet door geraakt.
Want hij springt, springt, springt maar en springt.

In deze wereld, met vreugde en pijn,
is het fijn om te weten dat er connylopen zijn.