Balto III: Wings of Change

(Barking)

The wind across the water

A cloud across the skies

The music in the echo

Of the eagle as she cries

The winter light at sunset

The full moon on the rise

Everything, everything flies

A mother's prayers to heaven

A young boy's paper kite

The breeze that brings the morning

A comet through the night

Aurora borealis

As it sweeps across the skies

Everything, everything flies

Time and stars and innocence

Childhood's waking dream

The spark that leaves a dying fire

The trout that breaks the stream

Oh, oh, oh, yeah

La-la, la-la, la, la-la

The sound of children's laughter

When they're having fun...

Whoa, there!

The pride that leaps from heart to heart

When a job has been well done

The love of friends and family

Shining from their eyes

Everything, everything flies

Ah, ooh-ooh-ooh

Ah, ooh-ooh-ooh

(Birdsong)

Lt'll come. You'll see.

It'll come.

Why does that have

such a familiar ring to it?

I know. We've been

coming here for the

last three days.

At the crack of dawn.

So it's been a little early.

But that's when I saw it.

Trust me. It'll be worth it.

(Chuckles) Well, wake me up when it arrives.

(Airplane engine growling)

That's louder than a wild-eyed grizzly!

Isn't it beautiful? Come on, Jenna.

(Panting)

(Jenna, panting)

OK. It was... worth it.

Even if I am going to have

a heart attack. Phew!

What is it?

(Balto) I don't know. But look at it go.

Don't you ever wonder

what it's like up there,

looking down on the world?

No, not me. I don't get how

that big steel whatever-it-is

can fly like a bird.

But what a feeling.

You wanna be up there, flying?

Sometimes,

in my dreams,

I'm soaring above

the clouds, free.

(Yapping and panting)

(Bell ringing)

(Man) Dipsy!

You're not getting

into anything, now,

are you girl?

Didn't think so.

Good girl.

It's a disaster, mayhem,

a catastrophe.

Hey, Mel. I brought you

a treat from the store.

Thanks, Dipsy,

but I can't eat a thing.

(Belches)

Nervous stomach.

Good.

I already ate it.

So, what's news?

News? Don't you know

the mail is late?

Honey, it's late at least

once a week. Why

worry?

I'm not worried.

I'm just reasonably concerned.

I'm frantic. Why are the dogs

late with the mail?

Uh, they're playing bridge?

No. I'll tell you why.

Something terrible

must have happened.

What if the dogs

went right over a cliff?

Splat!

Or they coulda been

buried in an avalanche.

Mel, calm down.

Ow!

No, they're probably

out there right now,

bleeding and torn to shreds

after a vicious attack by grizzlies.

Oh, my.

(Growling)

I think I feel a migraine

coming on.

I think I'll join you.

(Airplane approaching)

What in the name

of Yukon Jack is that?

What the heck is it?

(Mel) Trouble. That's what it is.

Yah! Yah!

Yah!

(Barking)

Mush! Mush!

(Dogs barking)

Whoa, whoa!

We're late again.

What's the big deal?

We're just running the mail,

not saving the town.

- Like your old man.

- Zip it, Ralph.

We would have been on time

if you hadn't been dragging your butt.

Me? I've got a broken toenail

and it's driving me crazy.

Besides, Kirby kept yanking to the right.

I had a lousy

breakfast this morning.

I got no energy.

It wasn't our fault.

Hello. The ice

was slippery.

Everybody knows the

snow is treacherous

in the spring.

Yeah. That's it.

The snow's getting

soft.

Warmer weather,

mushier snow.

(Laughter)

But that's no excuse

for being late.

Everyone counts on us.

Neither snow nor rain

nor sleet nor hail

will stop the U.S. Mail.

Yeah. What are they

gonna do? Fire us?

(Laughter)

Rookies. They're

all the same.

Look, Kodi. Bottom line -

we got the mail to Nome.

Enough said.

(Man) Mail's here, Mr. Conner.

Hey there, Mr. Simpson.

(Screams)

(Crashing)

I'm OK.

Looks like the mail

finally arrived today.

(Chuckles) Very funny, Balto.

You know Kodi is proud

of his new job.

He does get that

gleam in his eye.

Hi, Dad. Hi, Mom.

Looking good out there, son.

You think so?

I've been practicing on

the beach. I'm kind of...

Well, I'm hoping to get

a chance at lead dog.

Like you, Dad.

Well, you keep working

hard and I'm sure

you'll get there.

It's here. My God, it's here.

What's here?

Hey, boy. A dog

welcoming committee, huh?

Why don't you guard my plane?

I'll be back soon.

What is that thing?

Watch it, Balto.

Dad, don't go getting any ideas.

Me?

You think I'd just hop in

and go for a flight?

Yes.

You're right. I would if I could.

I got a bad feeling

about this.

When don't you

have a bad feeling?

(Geese honking)

Guess we can

agree that spring

is officially here.

So where's Boris?

( Boris singing heartily in Russian)

( Singing continues)

( Gargly singing and laughter)

(Female voice)

Be-ba-ba ba-doo ba

Wah-wah, mmm

Ba-ba-a-am

(Shrieks)

Ba-wah-wah, whoa

Morning, big boy.

Your moving is

getting me grooving.

Oh, you cannot see

I'm taking personal bath

here?

You bet your little patootie.

But I figure two in a bath is

a whole lot more fun than one.

The name's Stella.

I just flew in for the summer.

It's my first trip to Nome

and I like what I see so far.

What's your name, big boy?

Boris. But my friends

are calling me...

Boris.

All right, honey. Boris it is.

That's a strong, handsome

name for a strong,

handsome goose.

(Chuckles) So, where

are you from, Boris?

I can tell it's not from around here.

I am living in Nome for a long, long time

but I was born in Russia.

Really? Cos you don't have an accent at all.

I was hoping to see

the picturesque sites here.

Then later,

you can show me

this one-horse town.

That can be arranged.

(Honking)

(Laughter and whooping)

Hold it! Hold it!

Uncle Boris!

Enough. Enough! Put me down.

(Splash)

Play with us, Uncle Boris.

Give it a go, please?

No. No!

Not another game of...

Slosh!

Absolutely not.

No slosh. No.

No. No.

All right, Luc, on three.

Maximum velocity.

One...

No!

Two...

No! Nyet! Hold!

Three!

(Boris) No! No! Nooo!

(Boris screaming)

(Laughing)

Enough! Enough! Enough!

How many times am I telling you?

Stop what you are doing.

But wasn't that fun, Uncle Boris?

Fun? Fun is birthday party.

That was big pain in tush.

I say stop, you go.

I say no more,

you do more.

What? You have

rocks in your head?

(Muc) No. I'm all clear.

Can't say the same

for Luc, though.

(Boris) Sit down when

I am talking to you.

There's a goose with guts.

Now, go away and

do not come back

for 40 or 50 years!

Yes, Uncle Boris. Right away.

See you tomorrow.

Phew.

My, my. Boris, baby.

You weren't afraid

of those big, bad bears.

You are one loose goose.

Afraid of Muc and Luc?

They are just a c...

No, of course not.

What should a goose

fear from a bear?

We are more smart,

more bold...

And more cute.

So, big boy, what do

you say we do a little

flying together?

Say, around sunset?

(Gulps)

Fly with you?

Is that a yes?

Uh... Wh...

See you then, hot stuff.

Oh! What have I done?

Balto! Balto!

Wake up. Eyes open.

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