THE BEAVER ARMY IS BACK. 🦫🛡️ Following the events of Operation: Sorry, Not Sorry, the North is facing a new kind of "Art of the Deal." Donald Trump has set his sights on Greenland, but he didn't check the map or the whiskey bottles.
In this anthemic 80s-style musical, Canada, France, and Denmark form the ultimate "polite-but-firm" alliance to defend Hans Island and the Greenland coast against the "Eagle Army."
Look out for: ⚠️ A Mystery Cameo: A legendary figure from Canadian NFB animation history arrives to lead the "Snit Unit." Can you guess who it is before the finale?
🦆 The Cobra Chickens: The elite Canadian Goose airborne division (I took some creative liberties here).
🦅 The Eagle Army: Trump's private claymation security force.
Good evening. I left the previous Aegis
Network behind, but not the news. Trump
wants Greenland. So, history lesson.
He arrived in a jet with a golden sand.
Looking down from the clouds at the
frozen land. He slammed his card on the
conference floor. Said, "I'll take the
island and a little bit more. Promised
luxury towers and a golf resort where
the icebergs crash and the whales
aboard. But the Greenland signal started
lighting up the screen saying, "You
can't buy our dreams with your submarine
scheme."
>> He didn't check the map. He didn't check
the date. He didn't know about the
friendship at the Northern Gate. 50
years of whiskey, 50 years of snaps. We
swapped the bottles and we drew the map.
SO GET YOUR HANDS ON.
We are not for sale.
Yeah, the deal will fail.
We drew a line on the rock where the
whiskey blows. And that's as far as the
orange man go.
So keep your hands off.
Sula called from the Brussels high
command. She said, "Don't you dare touch
a pebble of that land." The French sent
the roosters crying sacra blue with
cannons loaded up with the finest
fondue.
>> The bridge has sent the corgis from the
palace grounds to bark at the carriers
and chase the hounds. It's a global
party. It's a furry wall of might. We're
teaching the orange man how to take the
fight.
SO GET YOUR HANDS OFF.
We
hands off.
We drew a line on the rock where the
whisy flows. And that's as far as the
orange man goes.
SO KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF.
The Marines hit the beach in their shiny
plastic boats, but they didn't count on
the polar bear moes. The tank slipped
and slid on a maple syrup slick while
the beavers dismantled them brick by
brick. He waved his check at the frozen
sky. Said, "Everyone has a price to
buy."
Looked him right in the eye.
>> Your credit is declined.
SO GET YOUR HANDS UP.
We are not
deal.
We drew a line on the rock where the
whis
Sorry.