I don't see any giants.
The giants is just all out of sight over there.
But if you is taking these slosh buckling, noisy belly poppers any closer, all the giants is waking up at once.
So you want us to proceed by jeep?
Yes.
No roaring of motors, no shouting, no piggery jokery mind.
Do you hear what I hear?
Guns.
Those are guns.
Ten bet the lot of you.
Let's get out of here.
Thanks, but all those is just the giant snorkeling in their sleep.
Oh, quite, sir.
Positive.
We'll proceed with caution.
Great Scott.
Look.
Never seen anything like it.
What brutes!
All sprawled out on the ground, half naked.
What happens if one of them wakes up?
If any one of them is waking up, he will gobble you down before you can say, not giant.
Me is the only one who won't be gobbled because giants is never eating giants.
Well, we are here to do a job, and that job we shall do.
Go forward, men.
Go forward and do your duty.
Bravely.
Six soldiers set to work on each giant and within ten minutes eight out of the nine giants had been trussed up like chickens and were still snoring contentedly.
The ninth, who happened to be the flesh lump eater, was causing trouble because he was lying with his right arm tucked underneath his enormous body.
Very cautiously, the soldiers began to pull on the enormous arm.
Which of you foul pesters is wiggling my arm?
Is that you, you rotsome man-hutter?
Who is you?
Human bean!
What is all you flush-bunking, rotsome, half-baked beans doing in our country?
Come here!
Help!
He's got me!
I is having early suppers today.
Do something, BFG!
Put that human bean down!
What is you doing here?
You is making me very suspicious.
Oh help!
I have to do something.
I know!
The brooch!
I'm going to unpin the Queen's brooch.
I is guzzling you nice and slow.
Then I is guzzling ten or twenty more of you midgy little maggots down there.
I'm going to ram it straight into his great hairy leg.
Like that.
Ah, you was bitten by a snake.
I see it marching you.
It was a dreadly dangerous windscreen viper.
Save us, sons.
I was bitten by a septitious, venomous windscreen viper.
The teeth of the dreadly viper is sticking. into me.
I is feeling the teeth sticking into my anklet.
Well, grab your anklet then and close your eyes and gripple your teeth and say your prayers while I is taking out the teeth of the venomsome viper.
All right, all right.
Quick, the rope.
It'll be easy for the BFG to tie his hands together now that he's gripping his ankle.
That's right, I see what you mean.
The rope, boys, quick.
There he is.
He's pulling out the frightsome viper's teeth.
You can look now.
I shall trust up like a turkey.
Well done, you.
Well done, you.
Splendid.
Majesty will be very pleased with me.
I shall probably get a medal.
What's the next move?
Well, now you is driving me to my cave to load up my bottles of dreams.
Reluctantly, the head of the army ordered the jeep to drive to the BFG's cave.
And once all the dreams had been safely collected, all nine helicopters were started up and hovered over the trussed-up giants who were trying in vain to free themselves from their ropes like a mass of snakes.
Eyes, Flashmongers!
Eyes, Prince William!
The nine helicopters each chose a separate giant and strong steel horses with hooks on the end of them were lowered from the front and rear of each helicopter.
The BFG quickly secured the hooks to the giant's chains.
Then, slowly, the giants were winched up into the air.
They roared and bellowed, but there was nothing they could do.
The helicopters flew right through the night and arrived in England just as dawn was breaking.
And while they'd been away, a tremendous hustle and bustle had been going on back at home.
