Fly Away Home Page #5

- Roger. Hey, listen to this.

- She's got pet geese or ducks

or canaries or whatever...

... and she's leading them south...

In other news, Amy Alden,

a 14-year-old from Southern Ontario...

... is on a mission

over New York State...

The birds have names like Igor,

Stinky, Long John and Featherbrain.

- Anyone would actually shoot

and eat these marvellous birds?

I like them with an orange sauce,

with wild rice.

Flat on their back, golden brown.

- Dad, how much further?

- Ten more miles, Amy. Not far.

Dad, look at that!

Where are they going?

Hey, Long John, come back!

It's the wild ones.

They're going with them.

We have to follow them

or we'll lose them.

Hey, where do you think you're going?

Dad, they're shooting!

Let me try and head them off!

I'll try to get in front of them!

Here they come.

Holy sh*t!

They're down.

Set up on a short final to that field

at your 11 o'clock.

You people don't give up, do you?

Now you're poaching off of planes.

- I ought to blow a hole in you.

- Ma'am, listen.

Wait a minute.

Isn't she the little girl

I've seen on television?

For those who think all news is bad...

... have you heard about the Aldens...

...flying with the birds?

- No more bird jokes!

They're leading an orphaned

flock of geese south...

... on an unprecedented

500-mile odyssey.

- Nice place, about 20 miles out.

First thing tomorrow, if we can

separate them from the wild ones.

- I saw something out of a dream.

I want to know something.

What happened between you and Mum?

What did she tell you?

She said you were both artists.

And that was difficult

to begin with...

...because artists

can be selfish sometimes.

That's true.

She said you were both to blame.

We couldn't have been all wrong.

We got you.

But you hardly ever came to see me.

Well, New Zealand's pretty far away.

That's a really lame excuse, Dad.

It took me a long time to admit that

letting you both go was a mistake.

For a while,

I just buried myself in my work.

I was afraid, Amy.

I was afraid, angry...

Mostly at myself.

I'm really sorry.

Come on, geese!

- We have to get on 95.

- 37.

Yeah, we do. We have to end up on 95.

- Moving northeast. It should

allow good flying for the Aldens...

... with the possible ex ception of

fog in the upper Chesapeake area.

Their destination is a coastal town,

now coming alive in expectation...

For 1000 big bucks,

Richard Cartwright from Pimlico, MA:

How many geese

are following Amy south?

In honour of Amy and her geese,

here's "Birds of a Feather."

I had me a damn turkey once

that wouldn't follow me anywhere.

Goose Ground, we're in the soup.

My high-tech navigational

equipment isn't working.

- Could be batteries.

- Oh, no!

- Dad, how could you forget batteries?

- I don't know.

- I think we're west of Baltimore.

- Sounds about right.

We'll come down slow,

and land if we find a place.

What does that sign say?

Yeah, okay. Roger, Papa Goose.

Over and out.

Dad, watch out!

Amy, stay on the main street!

Just stay on the main street!

- Look at that!

- That must be the goose kid!

It happened just after 2:00...

... and folks into two-martini lunches

in Baltimore may swear off them.

The plot is thickening down south.

Diane Brawley reports.

What we have is an

increasingly nasty confrontation...

... between Greenies and tree-huggers

against forces of economic progress.

This is the realization

of a lifelong dream for me.

I have men and machinery committed.

I can't walk away...

... just for a bunch of ducks.

Geese.

Whatever.

Papa to Mobile, our estimated time

of arrival, one hour before sundown.

We have fuel, so go on ahead

and set up for our arrival.

Roger. We'll see you in Valhalla.

This is Goose Ground signing off.

Thanks, Goose Ground.

Dad, what's wrong?

Dad!

Uncle David, this is Mama Goose!

Come in! Come in!

- Have we got time to eat?

- 17 north.

Find a place to get some real food.

Daddy!

- Damn!

- Are you okay?

What are we gonna do now?

How will we get there by sundown?

I think I dislocated my shoulder.

- You'll have to take them alone.

- Can't we both go in my plane?

There isn't enough fuel for both

of us. It'd be too slow.

We wouldn't make it on time.

It's only 30 miles, an hour away.

You can do it.

I can't find my way without you.

Yes, you can.

Because you're like your mother.

She was brave, you know.

She went off, followed her dream.

Nobody helped her.

You have that strength in you too.

I wish she was here now.

She is.

She's right next to you.

She's in the geese.

She's in the sky.

She's all around you.

She won't let you down.

I can't leave you here.

Yes, you can.

You take that plane, those geese,

and you fly away.

- Bye, Dad.

- Go.

Follow the river until you reach

the town of New Hope.

Then turn southwest

and follow the coast for 10 miles.

- Look for a lot of cars and people!

- Goodbye, Dad!

Go, Amy.

We're gonna start before sunset.

All right, start it up.

We're gonna start.

On the surface, it seemed

so simple and harmless and clean.

But it's gotten complicated

in the saga of Amy and her birds.

Colin Beardsley reports.

So far, no trace of Amy, Thomas

or the geese. They've disappeared.

- Can I hitch a ride?

- Join the party.

Oh, my goodness!

Is that that little girl?

Zoning Ordinance number 3185-7...

...is now in effect!

This is private property!

Please remove yourselves!

Everybody! Everybody, please!

My daughter is up there by herself!

If you be quiet,

we might be able to hear her.

Just listen to me for one moment...

Shut that thing off!

She's coming!

I don't believe this.

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