- Okay, twice around the park, my good man, and step on it.

I don't wanna be late. (thunder claps)

Oh no, look, it's gonna rain.

Oh rats. - Hey Oscar, hey Bruno.

Looks like rain, huh?

- Well who asked ya?

Yeah, it does look like it's gonna rain, phooey.

- I thought you liked rain, Oscar?

- Nah, nah, I like it if I'm gonna have a picnic, yeah,

but most of the time it's a pain in the neck.

Why, why, all it ever does is rain water.

- Well,

I mean, we need water, Oscar.

We need water to water the trees, and the grass,

and the earth, and it cleans things off.

- Well, who asked ya?

Well, I don't care, I wish it would just rain something

that a grouch would like, like if it would only rain trash.

- Wishful thinking (laughs).

Oh boy, I think I felt a drop.

I better get inside before it comes down, see ya.

- Wow, that was a pretty good idea of mine there, Bruno.

Why, just imagine,

what if instead of raining rain it rained trash?

(peaceful chimes) Yeah.

(playful music)

♪ When it rains grouch rain it rains trash outta heaven ♪

♪ Every yucky cloud contains trash outta heaven ♪

♪ Can't beat that paper falling upon the ground ♪

♪ And all those tin cans pouring, I love the sound ♪

♪ Top it off with bunches of wilted old flowers ♪

♪ If I want the things I love, I need grouch showers ♪

♪ I love to hear it thunder oh so wonderfully ♪

♪ 'Cause there's trash outta heaven for you and me ♪

(peaceful chimes)

(Oscar scats) (rain falls)