flamingo, flamango

So we're watching Fantasia 2000. As the credits roll, bits and bobs from the now-finished film flash alongside the numerous names of the animators. Their utterly delightful take on Camille Saint-Saëns's Carnival of the Animals, starring a host of wacky—well, one wacky, and six rather severe—pink flamingos flashes across the screen. 

“Oh!" The Brawn says. "Swans! I love the swans one!”

“Flamingos," corrects the Golden Weasel.

“What?”

“Flamingos. Those were flamingos.”

“Right. That’s what I meant," he says. There's a pause, then he says again, softly, "I love the swans one.”