On the 15th of May, in the Jungle of Nool.
In the heat of the day, and the cool of the pool.
He was splashing, enjoying the jungle's great joys.
Horton, the elephant, hear a small noise.
Horton!
-- Good morning, class! Are you ready? - Yes!
-- Jump the board! - Look out below!
Tommy is on board! Kathy are you there?
Okay.
There it is!
This is one of the jungle's most amazing creature.
The leaf-bug!
In order to protect itself from predators, it disguises itself as a leaf.
This one has got quite a grip!
Come on little buddy! Do not be shy!
I guess I was mistaken, kids!
There are obviously no leaf-bugs in this area!
Even if... Ha!
They are on me!
Get them off!
I think I swallowed one!
Will someone help me? Pull it out!
Oh .. okay.
Then coming in a huff, was a sour Kangaroo.
The type who's convinced she knows better than you.
She made every law and enforced every rule.
As self proclaimed Head of the jungle of Nool.
Why can't I play with the other kids, mom?
How many times have I told you.
The jungle is no a place to act like a wild animal.
My! That Horton certainly is eccentric.
And the children are learning so much from him.
Learning to be a bunch of hare brained half weeps.
That is why my Rudy is pouch schooled.
So, while the kangaroos stood there, sneering at sneer.
Horton, that was the best laugh I ever had of my life!
What are you going to show us next?
Once again the speck floated right by Horton's ear.
Help!
And he heard it again. Just a very faint yelp.
As if some tiny person were calling for help.
And you know what he thought?
Well, he thought there must be someone on top of that small speck of dust.
Or even a family. It might be so.
A family with children, just starting to grow.
I want to live!
Ah ... I got to go. Kathy you are in charge.
Wait! Come back!
One more! One more! One more! One more!
-- I hear someone coming. - Give me those.
-- Wait! - Sound the alarm!
Excuse me for my stampede.
Sorry, Wickershams. I promise I'll clean all this up later.
Bring the ammo!
I love the smell of banana in the morning!
Banana in the hole!
Come on guys! We are all mammals!
I am feeling a little depressed! This is beginning to breakdown!
There you are. I got you!
Hi, kids!
There.
Now you are safe.
I know I heard you say something!
Just know it. Where are you?
-- Horton! - Sorry ...
I just ... There was this speck ...
-- And it called out for help. - The speck called out for help?
Well, not the speck. I mean, that's ridiculous.
Is that what you thought I meant?
No! The speck can't call out for help.
Come on. Get Real.
No! There is a tiny person on that speck that needs my help!
Absurd! There aren't people that small.
No. Maybe they are not small.
Maybe we are big.
-- Horton. - No, really. Think about it.
What if there is someone way out there.
Looking down on our world right now.
And to them, we are the speck.
And then someone comes along and said, there can't be people that small.
And the first guy would say: Are you calling me a liar?
And the second guy would say: If the shield fits, wear it.
And now the fists are flying. And the first guy takes up a brick.
And you might want to zip up the pouch for the next part.
Alright, fat boy. You want some of these. Horton!
There's nothing on that speck.
But I heard ...
Did you?
Oh, Really? Then how come I don't hear anything?
-- Well .. - If you can't see ...
.. hear or feel something. It does not exist.
And believing in tiny imaginary people, ...
.. it's just not something that we do.
Or tolerate, here in the jungle of Nool.
Really?
Cause if I definitely try I would find someone who would believe ...
You will do nothing of the sort.
You will not breathe a word of this lie to anyone else.
Especially, the children.
I do not want you poisoning their minds with this nonsense!
Our community has standards, Horton.
If you want to remain part of it, I recommend that you follow them.
You have a nice day.
Alright then! I will take that under advisement.
Certainly, appreciate your input.
I do not understand! I know I heard you!
It's as clear as the nose on my face.
That is it! Maybe you can't hear me.
Of course. Your ears must be tiny.
I need to speak up.
HELLO..oo!
Now, some people out there, and I think I know who ...
... they can agree with that sour Kangaroo.
There can't be people as small as a mite. Well, there can and there are.
Because, Horton was right.
HELLO..oo!
That single hello, travelled all the way down...
to the speck, to the clouds, to a part of a small town, ..
.. a town known as Whoville, for there lives the Whos.
They live happily and save, knowing only good news.
Unaware that their world was a speck on a clover.
Unaware that the sweet life they lived, might be over.
The mayor of Whoville, a man named Mc Doug, ..
.. who's devoted and fair, and a little bit odd.
The mayor and his wife, they had children to spare.
Ninety-six daughters, some here and some there.
Ninety-six girls to love, Ninety-six girls to teach.
But the mayor had only a few seconds for each.
Daddy, I got better than best for my "Whostory" test.
-- "Whostory", I remembered it well. - That's one of my girls.
-- Collie's been using my brush. - Paulie's been using my brush.
Look over there.
There, all better.
Can I please have a Who-phone, dad? Everyone in my class has one.
Really? Everyone?
Oh! I will think about it.
Daddy, look! Daddy, look!
Toof.
It is a "th" sweetheart. It's tooth.
In Whoville's division, unlike yours or mine,
the mayor's oldest is the next mayor in the line.
Who was the oldest, and needed to stand tall?
It was Jojo, his son, smallest Who of all.
So Jojo, what's shaking?
What is happening? What is the word?
Not to you or to me, it was abundantly clear ...
.. that Jojo did not want his father's career.
But the mayor pressed forward, completely eluded.
But Jojo just sat there in silence and brooded.
Oh, Jojo!
Hey, why does he get more time? It's not fair.
Son, hey!
And why didn't he speak? Well, I think that the lad was afraid if he did ..
.. he might led down his dad.
You know what is awesome? This is awesome.
Just look at the men and women hanging on these walls.
You, my boy, are part of our family legacy,
That spans centuries.
He know what? Your grandfather,
was mayor of Whoville. Hum-Hum.
And your great grandmother. That's right.
All the way down to your ...
Great ... Great ... Great ... Great ... Not so Great ...
Great ... Great ... Great ... Great ... Great ... Great ...
Grandfather!
Someday I hope to join them.
Be one of the Greats.
I tell you, Jojo! There's nothing like being mayor.
I get to sign resolutions, approve ordinances, submit budgets.
And in the annual Parade, I am the one sitting on top of the Giant Meatball.
Someday, that can be you too, Jojo.
Someday, you will be the one wearing the Mayoral Crest.
You just... You just need to ...
You know what I mean? Okay, good chat.
I am glad that we had this talk.
That I am continuing now by myself. Good.
There. Comfy?
Nothing wrong with this, Morton. Nothing wrong with this.
Just you and me and the speck. Shooing in the breeze.
We're a club, we're a group. We can take a vote on issues ...
We could be a secret society.
That controls the balance of power in the world.
-- Horton. - And no one else can ...
.. join us unless they wear funny hats!
-- Listen! - Horton!
The Chair recognizes Brother Morton.
I am really happy you found this speck now.
But you might want to think about keeping it to yourself.
Hum? What? Why?
But you are talking to a clover. That doesn't look good.
You know what doesn't look good?
You talking about the speck like the speck isn't even there.
The speck has never said anything bad about you!
But, hey ... Good luck with your illusional superiority.
You know the speck can think anything it wants about me!
-- It is a speck. - Wow!
I see what is going on here.
Morton, no matter how tight the speck and I get,
the speck could never replace you.
I only sad that I would have to explain that at this point.
Well .. that's us, a Morton rat, really helps.
Just try to keep this to yourself.
I'll see later. Try!
Hey, Horton! What have you got there?
What? Nothing! We are not doing anything.
Who's we? We? What? We? Did I just say that?
I just... Oh, I would never say that. That would never apply to me.
I was whistling and I am alone.
Okay everybody. You can't tell anybody.
I mean it. If anybody finds out about this, it could be very, very bad.
I am not sure why.
We wouldn't tell anyone.
And if we do, we will tell them not to tell anyone.
Perfect! I was taking a bath, right?
Because my skin gets kind of dry, a little bit ashy.
While Horton came clean about the speck that he found.
How he saved it when it nearly drowned.
The Mayor set off on his daily commute.
And noticed that things weren't quite the same on his route.
But please don't blame Horton because he didn't know.
That a small bump above ...
... and I jumped into the water, like this!
.. was a big bump below.
Hey, Joe! Don't work too hard.
Ah, these luxury condos. They don't build themselves.
Hey! Look at that. Guess they do build themselves.
Okay, that happened.
Now the mayor knew that it was his job to convey, ..
.. the unusual things that he noticed that day!
There was one problem.
Although his will was strong ...
-- You are late! - Thank you, Ms. Yelp.
Nothing in Whoville had ever gone wrong.
We are all very busy with the Who-Centennial coming up, so ...
Let's bring this meeting to order.
Mr. Mayor, I presume you have some good news for us.
Well .. It's news. I do not know if ...
.. we need to go and label it good or bad, or anything like that.
The thing is, I have noticed some odd goings on.
.. in Whoville lately.
-- Good goings on? - Well, you know, tremors ...
.. clouds swirling in the sky. And it seems to me,
.. just to be safe, we might want to consider ... postponing the Who-Centennial.
Consider what?
Postponing the Who-Centennial?
What? Speak up man!
Postponing the Who-Centennial! Alright?
We are about to celebrate one hundred years,
of Whoville's happiness and our harmony.
-- And you want to postpone the celebration? - Well, what if Whoville isn't safe?
Nothing ever goes wrong in Whoville. Never has and never will.
You blabbering boop.
Bobo!
The Who-Centenary will proceed as planned.
The mayor is merely an idiot.
It'll be all smiles from now on.
Girls, I have 15,000 friends already.
What? What do you mean it don't look like me?
It looks just like me.
Ten years ago?
Wait a minute. Hold on for a second.
Treats me like an idiot. I am not an idiot.
Do I look like an idiot?
You don't want me to answer that. -- I am not an idiot.
That snoof called me a Boop. I would never call somebody a Boop.
He is a Boop. Look at you.
Look at your face.
And I am glad that you don't look so good with a stapler on the head!
Aah....ah..!
Wow!
-- Thank you, Ms. Yelp. - You are welcome.
-- Hello? - Who is there?
Show up or I'll punch you.
Hello?
Hello!
Who's there?
-- This is the mayor. - The mayor? The mayor?!
I knew ... I knew ... I knew it that there is life on this speck.
Speck? What speck?
Well, I don't exactly know how to tell this, but ...
-- You are living on a speck. - Well, I hate to disagree with you.
Oh, voice from the drain pipe.
But I live in Whoville.
Well, then Whoville is a speck.
Right, okay, seriously. Who is this?
This is Bert from accounting?
Ah ... No. This is Horton. I am an elephant.
Okay, Horton! Fake name.
Where are you?
Well from where you are standing? I guess I am ... In the sky!
Compared to you, I am enormous. Which is saying something.
Because I slimmed down quite a bit. I swim.
Your whole world fits on a flower in my world.
Oh, man! This is even pushing it for you Bert.
Don't believe me? Watch what happens ...
-- when I put you in the shade. - This is absolutely impossible ...
Darkness! Light!
Don't you see?
We are in the middle of some kind of amazing cosmic convergence.
Two vastly different worlds.
Miraculously crossing path.
Mine's colossal.
Yours minuscure.
Yet somehow we managed to make contact.
If you think about it, it is pretty amazing.
Is everything okay down there?
I don't know. You tell me.
-- You are the one holding this speck. - I am the one holding this speck?
I am the one holding this speck!
Don't you worry, Mr. Mayor!
Hold, please!
What does this all mean? The mayor haven't a clue.
So he ran to the office of Dr. Larue, the brainiest brain of the staff at Whoville.
Dr. Larue?
Oh! This is crazy!
Mr. Mayor? How may I be of assistance?
I don't know. You know I was just wondering.
If our world were a tiny speck, ...
... floating through space. How will we know?
-- Why would you ask something like that? - Oh, no reason. No reason at all.
I don't even remember. Yes I do.
You know what. Some guy was talking to me.
No, not an elephant in the sky. A guy on the ground.
There would be shifted ramifications.
Good ramifications?
-- Tiny speck. - Yes. Tiny speck.
Floating around. Well, we had inexplicable tremors ...
Dramatic changes in weather.
And if we didn't eventually achieve some sort of stability ...
Our world will be ...Destroyed!
Destroyed? Destroyed. Oh .. Destroyed!
Horton?
Ah ... No, this is Penny. Horton is busy right now.
You are joking. That's me.
Oh .. We are doomed!
Listen, Horton! Turns out I need your help a little bit.
Apparently, if that speck keeps floating around, ..
... our whole world could be obliterated.
So I need you to find us Whos a safer, more stable home ...
And fast!
No problem, Mr. Mayor!
Let's see.
Wow! That's a nice view.
Hello? Is everything okay?
What's going on up there?
This entire jungle is a house of death!
Oh, wait. There is a good spot.
And it was then, Horton saw at the top of Mount Nool ...
A small cave that looks peaceful, quiet and cool.
Where a sunflower grew proud and tall from the ground.
There he knew, every Who would be safe, would be sound.
I found it, Mayor. The perfect place.
Right up there.
At the top of Mount Nool.
Mr. Mayor!
-- I wish you could ... - Oh-ho, shiny..
The whole Centennial Committee is waiting for you
to look over the Giant Meatball for the edible parade.
Oh .. and then you are due at the dentist for your Who-root canal.
You know sticking Who in front of everything doesn't ...
... make it hurt less. Just waste time.
I don't want to go.
Listen, Horton, I have to go. Apparently, there is a problem ...
-- with the giant Meatball. - You just take care of the giant Meatball, sir.
And leave the freaking out to me.
So then Horton began his long perilous track ...
Determined to save the small world of the speck.
Horton was faithful and store-worth kind.
He was a brave hero. At least, in his mind.
We must become invisible. Travel silently.
For there are forces, who seek to destroy us!
So you convinced you can take care of me?
It is clear that you are no match for my technique.
I see you've mastered the way of de-snapping branch.
Force-wind tunnel!
I will make monkeys out of these monkeys.
It is their destiny.
Horton is the greatest hero of them all!
Mount Nool is that way!
To the top of Mount Nool!
As fast as lightning. The way I go.
Oh, sorry, little fellow.
You will be fine Just the healing thoughts.
Horton! Horton!
We have all got our own clovers with worlds on them.
In my world, everyone is a pony.
And they all eat rainbows and poop butterflies.
That is beautiful, Kathy!
In a really weird way.
My world is called Jessicaland.
Everyone worship Queen Jessica, because the Jessica is so beautiful.
Jessica, that's awesome.
-- Rudy! - Mom be careful.
My best friends live in there.
Rudy, no one lives on this. It is not possible.
That Horton is a menace.
Mom! Mom! Please, you are so weird. Don't do this to me.
Honey, go to your room.
Horton!
It's good!
What do you think you're doing?
You guys are worlds in trouble.
Have you forgotten what we discussed?
Oh, no! I am an elephant and elephants never forget.
It is a curse really.
I remember I was on my head.
You said: Hum .. And I looked.
And you said: What are you doing? I said, thinking of the speck.
And you pulled my ears, and poked me on my forehead.
-- Horton! - But you did.
Me give the clover, Horton.
Now!
No!
No?
Yep.
Are you sure you want to fight this fight, Horton?
Because I promise it will get very ugly and very fast!
And you need to ask yourself. Do I really want to put myself through all these?
For a clover? Take it from me, Horton.
You don't. So hand it over.
No! I can't give it to you.
There are people on this speck. Granted, they are very small people.
But, a person is a person. No matter how small.
You just cross the line, Horton. And I am going to make you pay!
That Horton is a menace.
He has those kids using their imagination.
Alright! I have to get this speck up to the top of Mount Nool, ASAP!
Whatever that means.
Probably, As Swiftly As Peckeder.
I mean, how hard can that be.
It is just a straight plummet to certain death.
This looks ... kind of ... precarious.
Well, nothing to worry.
Obviously, when they built the bridge like this, they take into account
that elephants will be crossing here.
All right, feel good. I'll just get ...
Hello and how are you today, Mr. Mayor?
Say Arrgh...
Rinse, please!
I think obscurity wants this plank to been replaced.
I just need to think light.
I am light as a feather.
Heavy feather.
Okay, this will just pinch a little.
I am lighter than a feather.
What is lighter than a feather?
Air! There's nothing lighter.
So it stands to reason, ...
that the more air I have, ...
the lighter ...
I will be!
Next, please.
Alright, absolutely terrified.
If I just pull myself up.
Try not to panic!
That could have been a disaster.
Wow, I feel really good right now.
Maybe it's my new sense of purpose.
Hey, Jojo. I need your help. Will you help me?
Okay great. Firstly, I need you to go to the girls room.
Take down the inner staircase collection and then,
... stop looking at my arm.
Put away the hall's side collection and then,
Just think of anything that might break or shatter.
Okay, take a good long look.
Got it?
Thanks, Jojo!
Hi! Home early?
Oh, sorry honey. I was just having some dental work done ...
-- on my arm. - Phil, what was that ... Ned?
What are you doing?
-- What do you mean? - Well I know detective Ned,
But you are hanging from the chandelier
I just thought it might look better somewhere,
where it can't fall on us and crush us in our sleep.
What is going on?
Hey, honey.
Did you ever get the feeling that you are being watched?
Yes, sure.
-- I suppose. - Then you get the feeling,
that maybe that thing watching you is ...
... a giant elephant.
You know, you get that weird feeling that your world is actually a tiny speck.
And that elephant that I talked about,
...earlier, is carrying it on a flower.
And you realize,
that if you tell anybody, they think you are crazy.
But, you still feel the responsibility to keep everyone safe.
You know that feeling?
Ahem, you know I am going to say no.
Do you know that feeling?
No!
Yawn. Wow I am bit. Time to hit the hay I guess.
Sweetheart, I know you are under a lot of stress.
And if you are seeing elephants,
and flowers, then fine.
Just don't tell anyone the story, okay?
And remember, it is not the end of the world.
End of the world!
Horton to mayor. Horton to mayor.
Come in, Mayor. Over.
Horton?
I get terrible reception here.
How about this? I get up real close!
You can hear me now?
Yes, roger that.
-- We are at that safe place yet? - Almost.
I am pretty sure the worst part is over.
This Is your elephant speaking.
Just sit back, enjoy the ride, and we'll have you up in Mount Nool in no time.
Who is that?
-- Is there someone else there? - Well, that is my wife and kids.
-- You have a family? - I do indeed.
A beautiful wife, 96 daughters,
and one son.
-- Oh, oh, busy guy. - Then we all share one bathroom.
-- You know how that is? - Yes, don't I know it.
Bathroom?
Ned?
Sweetheart, you know you are on the roof, right?
What up? No, you need to go to bed. Daddy is having a breakdown. Ned!
What are you up to now?
I was just about to put the kids to bed when I got up the roof.
And that is what happened, right.
-- Daddy? - Yes?
Can I have a glass of water?
-- Of course. - Me too. Me three ...!
Hey, Jojo. Wow, liquid.
Just the person I wanted to see.
I realized that we have not been seeing eye to eye lately.
And most of it is my fault.
It is true. You know what I have been trying to do?
I have been imposing my vision of your future on you.
Let me make this perfectly clear.
Jojo, you can be whatever kind of mayor you want to be.
Hands-on, strong and silent, outspoken, it is up to you.
Well, good. I feel so much better.
I am expecting big things from you, young man. Big things!
Alright. Good night.
Good stuff. Good talk.
Then Jojo snuck out feeling lonely and sad.
Tragically, misunderstood by his dad.
And where was he going at such a late hour?
Up to Whoville's abandoned star-study tower.
A place where a boy felt contented, free.
A place he could be where he wanted to be.
And what was inside there?
I would say it if I could.
But up above, the kangaroo was up to no good.
Can I come out now, Mom? - No Rudy, stay in your room.
But mom. - Stay inside.
Mr. Vladercore?
Eating, Go. - Yes, I realized that you are busy.
But I need your help.
It is Horton.
He has become obsessed with the clover.
He actually thinks that there are little people on it.
-- I want that clover destroyed. - Sure! What a big deal this is?
For you though.
I do it myself. But being a lady, I prefer not to get my hands dirty.
But I heard that you have no problem with that.
No.
No problem. Easy peesy.
But ...
I will only do this for a price.
In exchange for a brand new pair of ...
No. This ...
Little kangaroo. - Mom!
Quiet Rudy. Mommy is thinking it over.
Well thanks. But ...
On second thought, I am going to have the Wickersham brothers take care of this for me.
Of course! Wickershams, they are a classy operation, you know.
Wait! No!
You can't go over to the Wickershams.
No, No. The Wickershams will be perfect for this job.
But ...
They are monkeys!
They are not scariest.
Ah, thanks anyway. Maybe next time.
Wait!
Here's what I will do to press his clover.
I will pick him,
I will crush it,
And then, I devour it.
It bigger than it looks. One second.
Hold it.
And then, I regurgitate it.
Then ...
I will devour it the second time.
Two times devouring it.
That's nice.
But I think I will talk to the Wickershams.
Wait!
This is the best part.
I will do all ...
Free.
That's free.
What do you think?
Deal. - Yes, score. Thank you.
You won't regret it.
Mayor?
Open the door, mayor!
It is snowing and it is summer!
Yes. Yes it is.
It is a dramatic change in the weather.
As if we were a speck floating through space.
I do not know how you knew. But somehow you did.
And Whoville is headed ...
for ...
Disaster.
Oh, Horton. - What?
Nothing.
It is up to us to save the people of Whoville.
Anybody else?
Good
No, no. Don't join them. This is not fun. This is a kind of doom.
Oh, sweebie. No, no. Danger, danger.
Stop having fun immediately.
This is dangerous.
Horton? - Hã?
Hey, mayor.
We're in big trouble down here. It's happening. It's snowing in the middle of summer.
It's the end of the world!
Hold on here. I think I know what your problem is.
There, is that better?
That seems to have worked.
Do I smell peanuts?
Yes, they are my favourite snack.
But they tend to linger.
Frederick. No.
Oh, oh. Hang on Mr. Mayor.
I may have to put up a fight.
Fighting an elephant can be very dangerous.
Alright!
You come down to thunder, buddy.
You hungry for trouble?
How do like to get side burnt?
Take a bite!
I hate running.
Morton?
Don't do that! - Horton!
Horton?
There you are.
We have got trouble. Wait. Wait. Wait.
He heard that? No. I'm here.
Okay, listen. No, go. Kangaroo has gone nuts!
Bananas! She's telling everyone that you should be kicked out of Nool.
She said that? I thought we were friends.
What is, she's done to Vlad!
Vlad, Vlad?
I know two Vlads.
It is the bad Vlad,
Or bunny Vlad that makes the cookies.
Yes Horton.
She will send you a bunny with cookies.
I think we can assume,
it is the bad Vlad!
Yes, it is a good call.
So unless you are cool with giant razor sharp claws reaping at parts of your body,
I'll get rid of the clover.
I can't!
I promised the mayor.
The meant what I said, and I said what I meant.
And an elephant is faithful 100%.
Please
For me, ...
Just this once, be faithful 99% of the time.
I've never got 99% on anything. And I think am awesome.
So come on.
The meant what I said,
And I said what I meant.
I am not going to say it.
You can do it all day. It's not happening.
-- An elephant is faithful 100%. - That's right
That is my code. My motto. But thanks for the warning.
Motto? Okay.
But watch the sky.
Keep watching the sky!
Mayor,
You need to get everyone underground. Now!
Don't be alarmed.
There is a good possibility we may be attacked by a giant carnivorous bird.
What?
There is a small chance it could be a bunny with cookies.
But I wouldn't count on it.
Oh, they are formidable.
Mayor? Are you there?
Oh, yes. That is a great idea. It's just that, ...
in order to get everyone mobilized, I need the okay of the city council.
And they never listen to me.
I have been called a boop. Several times.
-- I can't do it. - You have to talk to them, mayor.
Okay, listen ...
Bad Vlad!
That is definitely not a bunny.
Lost him. Meant to lose them. And I lost him.
-- This tree is a real,...god.
Hang on Whoville! This is going to get rough!
Now you are going to get it.
Get ready for the best part!
Leave me alone.
-- I just know he's going to jump out somewhere. - Hello.
Check-mate.
Now, it is time for me take clover and crush all the little people ...
Sorry,
This is where we get off.
Right in the beak!
Cool line. Usually I can't think of those things until later.
-- Mayor? - Horton!
Are you okay?
Well, more or less.
What happened? The bird?
It attacked me. Mayor, your people are in danger!
You know what? I am going to do it. I'm going out there and tell them what's going on.
Perfect! Quick! Get going.
-- Hey, Mr. Mayor, something wrong. - My basement is in the attic.
-- The science museum is history. - The lost and found is missing.
What's going on Mr. Mayor?
-- I am declaring a State of Emergency! - Don't worry.
Don't worry. The mayor is just being a moron.
Oh no. Whoville is in terrible danger.
Everyone needs to get down to the underground storage area immediately!
Silence! Fine. Let's do this democratically.
Who wants the joy and glory and festivity of the Whoville centennial proceed as planned?
And who, like the mayor, thinks it would be better to spend the Whoville centennial in an underground storage area?
Wait. People listen to me!
Our world could explode.
Much more quickly.
And our world won't make that noise.
The people have spoken, Mr. Mayor.
You are finished.
No one believes you. No one supports you.
-- Horton believes me. - Horton?
Who is Horton?
Horton is ...
... a giant elephant giant in the sky.
Don't bother looking. He is invisible.
He is the one,
risking his life,
to get Whoville, which by the way, is a speck on a clover,
to safety!
I can prove it!
Horton's voice comes out of this horn.
I think he has lost it.
Horton!
I have all the Whos gathered in town square.
Let them know you are there.
This is a high pressure situation.
Wow! I am really drama blank here.
I know!
Horton?
Horton, we are waiting.
Time to show everyone you exist.
And by extension, what a non boop I am.
Wait!
Everyone, look at the wind!
What do you think that means?
It means ...
It means ...obviously..
Let the kite flying race begin.
What a shame on you, Horton!
Brain freeze.
Give me back ...
my speck!
Not this time, guy.
I am so sorry that I let you down.
But
It is bigger than me.
Gather the family together and get somewhere safe.
I will!
I believe you.
I have got you now, elephant.
Mayor?
Anybody there?
Anyone?
Clover by clover by clover he found,
But the one that he sort for,
was just not around.
Mayor?
Hello?
By noon, poor Horton more dead than alive
Had picked, searched and piled up 9 thousand and five.
Sorry to bother you.
Nobody.
Knock, knock.
This is where you say,
Who's there?
If there were any Whos there.
All day he looked, moved on and on.
Until his hope was almost gone.
No! No! No!
Please no!
This isn't fair!
But wait.
Could this one be the one? Was all his searching finally done?
Oh, yes.
For this was the hour. Horton had found it,
among 3 million flowers.
Mayor!
I found you!
Mayor?
Are you there?
Mayor?
Are you there?
Mayor?
Mayor!
Hello, this is Lloyd. Can I take a message?
Mayor!
You are okay!
Horton! Horton! Stop, stop it!
Sorry. It must have been rough down there.
Told you I'll find you.
You really have me worried.
Say, the mayor was right. - Daddy!
Okay. I am alright.
So are you.
Citizens of Whoville,
I like you to meet our friend.
Horton!
He is going to help us.
I have got this. This is the Chairman.
Idiot! You are finished in this town!
Is that understood? You ...
Boop!
I am just joking.
Good one.
Horton, meet my wife, Sally.
You exists! This means that my husband isn't crazy!
And..
few of my daughters.
Hely, Hooly, Huly, Hilda and Hedy.
And here is Miss Yelp, my loyal assistant.
Here is Dr. Larue. - You saved us.
And Burt, from accounting. And Mrs Quilligan.
And Mr Far Kluegen from Kluegen...
And the old man in the bathtub.
Let's not overwhelm the poor fellow. He's never going to remember all these names.
I'll try my best.
Sally, Sherman. Haly, Huly, Hooly, Hilda, Heidi
Miss Yelp, Dr. Larue, Bert from accounting, Ms Quilligan,
Mr Far Kluegen of the Kluegen Far...
And, wasn't there an old guy in the shower.
Bathtub. - Oh!
We are all here, Horton. And we all
Believe in you! - Wow! That's awesome.
It is a responsibility that I do not take lightly.
I promise you a future that is safe, sound and stable.
We will create a world,
where every Who is endowed with three indelible rights.
To be determined at a later date.
And we will put this speck on Mount Nool before the end of this decade.
This elephant is crazy! Oh, my goodness!
I have to tell everyone.
Wait till they find out about this.
Oh you should have seen me.
I really let the elephant have it. I chased him, I tormented him.
I break him into a million little elephant pieces.
It was a thing of beauty. My best work.
A classic Vlad.
And the clover? - The clover is finished!
Not in a million years, Horton would find it.
Read my beak: Clover is gone forever.
I just saw that Horton and he's still talking to that clover.
-- Idiot! - Wow!
I am a Pro.
It's me you are talking to. We have history.
Come on. Let's not forget I did this for free.
What's happening to the jungle of Nool?
There once was a time when people were people.
And specks were specks.
Well I said it, if you can't see it, hear it or feel it, it doesn't exist.
Our way of life is under attack.
And who is leading that attack?
Horton!
Well ..
Wait a minute.
This is Horton we are talking about. You all know him.
He won't hurt a fly.
Except the fly he sat on.
But he didn't do that on purpose.
Shut up mouse!
Oh, that's weird. My brownies are burning.
I got to go.
Are we going to let trouble makers like Horton.
Poison the minds of our children? - No to children!
When Horton tells our children about worlds beyond our jungle.
He makes them question authority.
Which leads to defiance. Which leads to anarchy!
-- Horton must pay! - It's that speck!
-- We have to do something. - For the children!
For the children!
Are we going to let him get away with this?
No!
Morton, I told you 100%.
Horton?
Morton, pick up your feet. Gees!
It's not me!
Oh, I see.
It is an angry mob.
Sorry Morton, I thought it was you making all that ...
Oh, God!
Run, Horton!
-- Let's rope him! - Let's take him!
Stop!
Hi, fellows. Good to see you.
All at once.
You look really great as a horde.
Horton, Horton, Horton, look at the mess you created for yourself.
All of this blew over because of a silly little flower.
This is a speck.
Right.
I mean it's silly really, all these talk of roping you, and caging you.
No need for me to go into the details.
The point is this angry mob, of all the trouble you're in,
it can all go away.
-- Really? - Of course.
All you have to do is admit
to everyone, that there are no little people living on that speck.
That you were wrong
and I was right.
You do that and things can go right back to the way they were.
But
If you don't
you're going to have to pay the price.
So I'll have to say that it isn't true.
Go ahead. Rope me, cage me. Do whatever you want.
But there are people on this speck and they have a mayor.
Who has 96 daughters and a son named Jojo.
Who all share a bathroom, whatever that is.
And even though you can't hear or see them at all,
a person is a person
no matter how small.
That was beautiful, Horton.
Rope him! Cage him!
Burn that speck in a pot of boiling besotted oil!
They don't believe we are here.
We've got to make some noise!
We are here! We are here! We are here!
Come on!
-- Everybody! - We are here!
We are here! We are here! We are here!
This will teach you never to make up stories about people on specks.
Listen. There they are!
-- Rope him! - Cage him!
It is not working.
I can hear you, but their ears are not strong enough.
We need to be louder!
Get every Who to make noise.
Everyone! - We are here! We are here!
Jojo, where are you going?
We need every voice! Jojo!
You need to make some more noise down there.
Or we will all be destroyed!
The mayor grabbed the tom-tom and started to smack it.
All over Whoville, they whop up a racket.
They rung tin kettles. They beat on brass pans.
On garbage frill tops, and old Cadbury cans.
They blew on bazookas and elastic grid toots.
On clarinet, zuppas, Gebuppas and flutes.
Can they hear us now?
Listen please!
It is the most beautiful thing ever.
I don't hear nothing.
I don't think so.
Keep trying!
And never give in!
Are you sure every Whos down in Whoville is trying?
Where is the Jojo?
Probably at the old observatory.
Hey, there is a limit.
This is too small!
Jojo!
You built this?
We are here!
You are making a big mistake!
Hey Mom! - This does not concern you sweetie?
Back in your pouch!
Everybody don't stop!
Keep going! This is going to do it!
-- Can they hear? - No!
No matter what happens, I couldn't have asked for a better son.
Hey, Jojo! Come on. Keep going!
No!
No.ooo.!
-- We are here! We are here! - I hear it! I hear it!
They are there.
And that yell.
One small extra yell.
Pulled it over.
And all Whos noises, burst out of the clover.
I hear it. Me too... So do I.
"We are here".
Rudy, give me that. Come on.
Rudy. Get back in the pouch.
Now!
No, Mom.
Wickershams, get that clover.
Anybody ...
Take it from him.
You did it, mayor.
-- You did it! - We did it!
Well done, son.
All right, mayor!
Dad, you are one of the Greats.
Wow. Easy everyone. Easy.
Oh, Hi Vlad.
Well, I should not, but ...
Oh, that's a nice touch.
I am a mess at this. I am emotional.
Here come the water slide.
There's so many people to thank.
The good people of Nool, who put me in cage and poked me with sticks.
That was me.
My buddy Morton, for being the only one who stood by me.
Well, not right by me.
He hid in the bushes.
Sending me good thoughts.
He's small.
Dude, you are a warrior poet.
And most of all, I would like to thank the mayor of Whoville.
-- For believing in me from the beginning. - Oh, Horton.
We are going to miss you.
-- What we going to do without you, Horton? - Do not worry.
I will always be around.
And even as I wonder,
... deeply inside.
You are a candle in the window ...
on a cold dark winter's night. - Beautiful metaphor.
And I am getting ...
..closer than I ever thought I might.
That's a little high for me.
Baby I can't fight this feeling anymore.
I've forgotten why I started fighting for.
And even if I have to crawl upon the floor.
Come crashing through your door.
I can't fight this feeling anymore.
I can't fight ...
... this feeling anymore.
And so, all ended well for both Horton and Whos.
And for all in the jungle, even for kangaroos.
So let that be a lesson, to one and to all,
A person is a person.
No matter how small.