The Lorax. You know, pain in the backside Speaks for the Trees? Kind of short and never stops talking?

[The Once-ler shrugs, seemingly not bothered by that statement] All the people live in Thneedville and the animals have their own little pockets of land. They're fine.

[Except they're not fine. Because one of those 'little pockets' happens to be right in front of them. A couple of bar-ba-loots peer out at Rapunzel from the bushes. Save them long haired lady]