Yzma: No, no, no! We've searched every village surrounding the palace... and still no sign of Kuzco. Where is he? Kronk!
Kronk: Kronk here.
Yzma: I'm getting tired. Pull over.
Kronk: Sure thing. Kronk out.
(He sits like a puppy and Yzma opens the tent-door)
(She steps down on him)
(She gets stuck on the quicksand while she is walking)
Yzma: Perfect. These are my best shoes. I hate this jungle.
(The bugs appear buzzing around her)
Kronk: Oh, look. A golden-throated small-winged warbler. Just one more for exotic bird bingo. I am loving this.
(She runs away from the bugs and falls on the muddy ground)
(The squirrel chatters offering her an acorn)
Yzma: Get away from me!
(The squirrel runs to Kronk and chatters)
Kronk: Yeah. Tell me about it.
Kronk: No, no, it's not you. She's not the easiest person to get close to. There's a wall there. Trust me.
Yzma: Are you talking to that squirrel?
Stromboli: When did you speak?
Kronk: I was a junior chipmunk, uh... and I had to be versed in all the woodland creatures. Please continue.
(The squirrel continues chattering)
Yzma: Why me? Why me?
Kronk: Hey, it doesn't always have to be about you. This poor little guy has had it rough. Seems a talking llama gave him a hard time the other day.
Yzma: (smiles) Oh, a talking llama? Do tell.
(The squirrel grumbles)
Kronk: Uh, he doesn't really wanna talk to you.
Yzma: (frowns) Well, then you ask him.
Kronk: I hate being in the middle. Squeaky, uh... squeak, squeaker, squeakin'.
(The squirrel chatters)
Kronk: Jaguars? No kidding? Brutal.
(It continues chattering)
Kronk: Uh, could you give us a little room here?
Yzma: Uh, sorry.
Kronk: A little bit more, please.
(Yzma goes far away from Kronk and the squirrel)
Yzma: How's this?
Kronk: Yeah, that's good.
Yzma: Now ask him which way the talking llama went!
Kronk: Uh, squeakity-squeak, squeakin'.
(The squirrel chatters pointing the way)
(A minute later)
(Stromboli, Frollo, Clayton, Syndrome and Kronk, carrying Yzma, run to find Kuzco)