Balto III: Wings of Change Page #2

What? What? What's up?

Repeat after me -

Boris, come right away.

It's an emergency.

What emergency?

No. Say like this -

Boris, come right away.

It's an emergency!

Now you go.

First tell me what's going on.

Is terrible. I'm

going on date with

gorgeous goose.

Now, that is scary.

And she's wanting

me to fly with her

but I do not fly.

(Laughing)

Boris, you goof. Why

don't you just call it off?

I... I...

You're really hooked, aren't you?

Mmm-hmm.

Wow. She must be something.

Here is my plan. I go

on date, I charm Stella,

then you come,

get me before she

finds out I do not fly.

Is good, no?

Here's my plan.

You learn to fly.

Is terrible plan.

Why? What's wrong with it?

I already know how to fly.

You're kidding, right?

Not right.

You know how to fly?

Since when?

Look at me. I am bird.

All birds can fly.

You just came here

begging for my help

because you can't fly.

I do not fly. I did not

say I could not fly.

All right. I'll bite.

What's the deal here?

I'd give my eye teeth

to fly just once.

Why don't you?

The flying part is not hard.

It's where you go when you do it.

Psst!

I hate heights.

(Laughing)

Wait a minute.

Are you saying that

you're afraid of heights?

No. Of course not.

Just a little.

Come on, Boris.

I have an idea.

(Balto) Don't worry. This'll work.

(Boris) Don't worry, he says. Ha!

There. What do you see?

Nothing. What do

you think I see?

Flap around like this

for a while and you'll

get used to the feel of flying.

Then you'll forget that

you're up in the air.

You know,

this makes sense,

in absurd,

illogical way.

(Boris) Ah! Ahhh!

That's it! You're doing it.

You're doing great!

How does it feel?

Not bad, except I have

no idea where I'm going!

(Loud crash, Boris yells)

(Thud)

Keep going! Keep going!

Is working! Is working!

You got it. Now, open your eyes.

(Screams)

Ah! What do you know?

I am flying.

Ha-haaa!

I am one hot goose.

I'm not sure Stella's

gonna see it that way.

Hoo!

I am good.

I am the goose.

(Crash, Boris screams)

(Mr. Conner) Duke, you

make a good argument.

Maybe we should

give it a try.

(Duke) lt'll be an honor

to work for you and the

U.S. Mail, Mr. Conner.

OK, this is really

horrible. Devastating.

Besides that, give me

the particulars.

We gotta spread the word.

And what word would that be?

That the mail is

gonna be delivered by

that flying whatever.

The sled dogs are

through. Canned. Fired.

Out on their butts.

Unbelievable.

Dipsy, we're gonna have

to activate the E.D.A.S.

And what would that be?

Numbskull! The Emergency

Dog Alert System.

Ohhh. Oh, yeah.

(Barking)

(Barking continues)

(Resounding barking)

(Barks)

(Barking)

(Tapping sounds, icicles shattering)

(Dogs barking)

(Barking)

(Barking continues)

(Snoring)

(Dogs barking)

(Barking increases)

(Dogs howling)

(Barking in distance)

Heh-heh-heh.

(Barking)

Oh!

Oh, now what?

(Kodi) We have to deliver the mail.

(Kirby) Dogs have always done it.

I don't know how to

do anything else.

If we don't deliver the mail,

who will want us?

(Man) Mr. Conner, there must

be something we can do

to keep delivering the mail.

(Mr. Conner) The bush pilot

makes a good case.

(Man) It isn't fair.

(2nd man) It's not right.

(3rd man) We need our jobs.

(4th man) We've always delivered...

(Kodi) What are they saying?

Tell us.

Is it good news, bad news, what?

OK. The mushers are

talking to Conner.

That's bad. That's gotta be bad.

And, he's saying

that airplanes are

faster than dogs.

Oh, boy. Oh, boy.

Now he's saying air mail

is the wave of the future.

Oh! It's worse than I thought.

Hold on a minute. OK.

All right. This could

be interesting.

Oh, my. Oh! Um... Huh?

What the...? Whoa.

(Dipsy) Yikes.

Oh, my.

(All) What?

The postmaster's

agreed to a race

to see who's faster,

the bush plane or the dogs.

We're saved.

We'll beat the tail off

of that bush plane.

Are you crazy?

Have you seen how

fast that monster flies?

We can't afford to lose.

No kidding.

We need somebody

fast and experienced

to lead us in the race.

You can count on me.

What? What?

Well, Kirby, it's just...

We don't need fast,

we need really, really fast.

Oh?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, you're right.

The fastest dog in Nome.

The most famous dog in Nome.

My dad.

That's... Oh! That's good.

Now back. Stay down, brows.

Get bee wax, maybe make better.

Now I looking good.

(Boing!)

Not good now.

(Stella) Well, hi there, flyboy.

You're right on time.

I did not want to miss a minute with you.

Mmm, a goose

with intelligence.

Let's hit the skies, big boy.

Why rush things?

Let us take time

to be getting to know

each other first.

We can catch up in the air.

Flying really gets my feathers tingling.

Oh!

Wait, I am... I cannot... I have...

I have a crick in wing.

Ready?

No. I am meaning my other wing.

Ah! Ow! Oh! Ah...

Sit down, Boris.

Let me tell you something.

I've been around the pond

a time or two

I've done my share of migrating

When I look at you,

I enjoy the view

You set my little

wishbone to palpitating

(Honking)

Come on down, boys.

I'm a goose

On the loose

On the prowl for a handsome fowl

You've got the style,

got the form

Got the big strong wings

to keep me warm

I know what I like

- And I like what I see

- (Boris giggles)

How'd you like to do

a little flying with me?

(Giggling)

I ain't no quail

Wah-wah-ooh

You ain't no chicken

Wah-wah-wah-waaah

You've got my heart

doing more than ticking

I'd like to rest

against your chest

Aah-ooh

We could build ourselves a sugar nest

Oh, can't you feel

we've got some chemistry?

Don't you wanna try

a little flying with me?

Wah-wah-wah

Beak to beak

Wing to wing

Wah!

We could have ourselves quite a fling

Tail to tail, feather to feather

Don't you think

we oughta flock together?

(Geese) Wah-wah wah-waaah

I'm the goose

Goose

With the juice

Juice

Wah-ooh

Mr. Gander, let's meander

On my own up here in Nome

I'm a chick who's

oh-so-far from home

Awww!

We could honk in harmony

Come on up and do

a little flying with me

Where the air is rare

And the wind blows free

Come on up and do a little...

Do a little

Come on up and do a little...

Flying with me

Let's you and I get

down and fly, flyboy.

(Geese) Bye-bye!

(Balto) Boris! Boris!

Huh?

It's an emergency.

Balto! It's about time.

Ah, is Balto. Always

in trouble, this dog.

If I'm not bailing him out,

then he is kaput.

Maybe we fly some other time.

But, but, but...

You must be the famous Stella.

And you must be the famous Balto.

The trouble dog.

Boris...

Come. We take care

of emergency. Come.

Goodbye, Stella!

Huh?

Bye... Boris.

Bravo, Balto. Magnificent.

Except for talking too much at end.

Hee-hee! We fooled her.

Boris, I wasn't faking it.

There really is an emergency.

A big race.

The mail dogs

against the bush plane.

Whoever wins

gets to deliver

the mail to Nome.

They want me

to lead the

dogsled team.

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