- Mr. Stork: [looks at his invoice after discovering that he has brough a baby lion to a small sheep pasture] Lambert? But that's no lamb at all. Lambert is a lion! South Africa? Oh, goodness me! I've got to do some flying...
- [runs over to the flock]
- Mr. Stork: Come, Lambert! Uh, pardon me. I beg your pardon...
- [steps over the other ewes]
- Mr. Stork: Sorry, sorry! Oh, uh
- [laughs]
- Mr. Stork: Mrs. Sheep?
- [Lambert plays with her bell]
- Mr. Stork: I'm afraid there's been a slight bungle, heh heh.
- [picks up Lambert]
- Mr. Stork: I'll take that vicious little brute and drop him in the jungle.
- [as he ties Lambert up in his sack, Mrs. Sheep rams him from behind]
- Mr. Stork: [in the air] Well, goodness. Heavens to Betsy! All right, let her have it. Let her have anything she wants, for heaven's sake.
- [flies away]
- Mr. Stork: I'm only a delivery service. That's all.
- Narrator: Time changes everything. The little spring lambs were sheep by fall. And Lambert's ma, oh, was she proud of him! Because she had the *biggest* sheep, or - ewe, or lamb, or whatever - isn't he huge?
- [last lines]
- Narrator: Ah, incidently, don't worry about that hungry wolf. He has a place to cling; he won't starve. Because that bush has berries every spring.
- Mr. Stork: Here we are, now. Please don't crowd each other. Pick out the ewe that you like best, and she will be your mother.
- Narrator: [after Lambert defeats the wolf] Lambert's mother is so proud, and the sheep have changed their tune.
- Narrator: But when he saw this gruesome sight...
- Mrs. Sheep: Laaambert!
- Narrator: And heard his mother crying...
- Mrs. Sheep: Laaambert!
- Narrator: Something *snapped* inside of him.
- [a zapping noise emits from Lambert, thus turning him belligerent]
- Narrator: He was a raging lion!
