Balto III: Wings of Change
- G
- Year:
- 2004
- 76 min
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(Barking)
The wind across the water
The music in the echo
Of the eagle as she cries
The full moon on the rise
Everything, everything flies
A mother's prayers to heaven
The breeze that brings the morning
Aurora borealis
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
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
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!
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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