Snow Buddies Page #2

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[Both whining]

I'm sure they'll be OK.

We'll find them in the morning.

OK, everybody out.

Well, I for one, am very proud of you.

You did your very best.

Mom, I scored on my own net.

Hey, Adam, don't worry about it.

It could happen to anybody.

[Sighs]

[Wind howling]

If we don't find a warm place soon,

we're all gonna turn into puppysicles.

Guys, in here.

Uh... It looks pretty dark in there.

[Owl hooting]

On second thought,

it looks kind of cozy.

[Knock on door]

So... put any more thought

into your Christmas list?

It's only two weeks away.

- A dogsled team.

- [Whimpers]

Adam, you know how your Dad feels.

It's too dangerous after what happened.

- I want to mush.

- I know, sweetheart.

Try to have a good night's sleep, OK?

I love you.

Please, for Christmas...

...if there's any way you could

surprise me with a dogsled team...

...so I can enter the race,

I'd really appreciate it.

Just five more dogs.

I know it's the same thing

I wished for at my birthday...

...and it's a lot to ask, but...

[howling]

They must be too far

to hear our howls.

[Wind howling]

Aw, dudes, I wish I had my dirt bed.

[Yawning] We'll figure it out tomorrow.

[Rosebud] Good night.

Sweet dreams, everybody.

[Buddha] Ohm...

Ohm...

Ohm...

Hey, guys. Ah! Help! Ah!

Help! My tongue is stuck.

Budderball, what're you doing?

I thought it would taste

like a Popsicle.

[Straining]

Ohm...

Ohm...

I think I've lost my taste buds.

- [Mudbud] Come on, dudes.

- Hmm?

Going to have to be at the store early.

Finish up. I'll give you a ride.

Take the extra decorations out to

the shed on your way, will you, sweetie?

- Bye.

- Bye.

- [Sewing machine humming]

- [Whining]

Come on.

[Grunting]

"Sledding journal."

[Coughing]

Wow.

- [Horn honking]

- Come on, Adam. Train's leaving!

Coming.

- See you later, boy.

- [Snorts]

Don't wander too far from home.

[Whines, barking]

I'm pretty sure

we're walking in circles.

This is bogus.

I've got to get me some dirt, and stat.

- Hey, guys. Where did Mudbud go?

- Where's the dirt?

[Whimpers]

Oh, come on.

Yo, if you keep digging

you're gonna end up in China.

Is there dirt in China? 'Cause

if there is, I'm gonna keep digging.

[Groans]

You look strangely...

uh... different, dawg.

Huh?

[Gasps]

Guys, I'm sensing someone's presence.

- Huh?

- What?

What are you talking about?

I don't see anything.

Over there. By that tree.

I saw something.

Uh, I was sure.

There he is.

It's a huge wolf!

[All] Run!

Hey, guys... Hey, stop.

I didn't mean to scare you.

[B-Dawg] Hurry up, dawgs!

[Mudbud panting] He's gaining on me.

[Shasta] Hey, wait up. Stop.

Out of my way, Mudbud.

Coming through.

- Whoa!

- Whoa!

- Whoa!

- Whoa!

Whoa!

- [Budderball] I can't...

- Whoa!

[Laughing]

Why you laughing at my homedawgs?

We just saw a pack of huge wolves!

Well, if you consider

little old me a pack of huge wolves!

Name's Shasta and I'm an Alaskan Husky.

I'm Rosebud. Lovely to meet you.

This is Budderball, Buddha,

B-Dawg and Mudbud.

Why do they call you Mudbud?

Oh, no! I'm so clean!

I'm spotless! Think of a dirty place.

Think of a dirty place.

Where are you guys from?

Fernfield, Washington.

We got dropped here from the sky.

We're really, really lost.

Well, where exactly are we, anyways?

- Ferntiuktuk, Alaska.

- Alaska?

Wait. There's five of you,

and you just dropped from the sky?

Hmm...

So, you guys ever dogsled race?

Right now we just want to get home.

Well, Let's go see Saint Bernie.

He should be able to help.

Wow. We've never met a Saint before.

[Rosebud] When I get home, I'm

definitely going to need a pawdicure.

[All barking]

[Panting]

- Thank you. Have a good day.

- [Bell tinkling]

- Hello, Jean George.

- Hello, Joseph.

I was wondering if my harnesses

have arrived yet, huh?

Um... No. Nope.

A shipment dropped yesterday,

but they weren't in it.

I guess I will have to wait, huh?

No choice.

You know, I'd be polite and ask if you

are going to enter the dogsled race,

but I think all of Alaska

knows the answer to that question.

The one time you race

with Jean George you lose, huh?

If it hadn't been for the accident,

no way you would've won.

Maybe you should find yourself

another dogsled team and try again.

Hey...

...those dogs weren't just

part of my team. They were family.

Oh, I think I hear the violins playing.

Do you hear them, huh?

[Laughing] I think I need

a handkerchief because I'm going to cry.

"They were part of my family." [scoffs]

[Bell tinkles]

Welcome to Ferntiuktuk.

Uh-oh.

[French accent] Well, well, well.

If it isn't everybody's

favorite pupsqueak.

Uh... Hello, Francois. Hello, Phillipe.

- Having a nice day today?

- Wait up, Bernie.

[French accent] It was nice

until we saw you. Right, Francois?

Why don't you

pick on someone your own size.

Who do we have here, blondie?

Who are you calling blondie?

We're golden. Golden Retrievers.

Just be happy

we're not calling you our lunch.

Howdy, folks.

Now you two big ol' Huskies

aren't causin' any trouble

for these youngin's, are ya?

No, sir.

Just, how do you say, shooting the

breeze with these adorable puppies.

- Come on, you mongrels.

- Au revoir.

Move it, you beasts!

You pups ain't from

around these parts, are you?

Deputy Bernie, these are the Buddies,

and they need your help.

Saint Bernie, your holiness, we're lost.

Do you know the way

back to Fernfield, Washington?

Washington! Whoa!

You are far from home!

That's a plane ride away.

The nearest airport is Inntiuktuk.

That's where the finish line is

for the annual dogsled race.

Come on, Bernie.

Can't fight crime wasting time!

Now, if you pups will excuse me,

I got to T-C-B.

I'll put my thinker on

about getting you all home.

Don't worry.

I think we've got it covered.

Huh?

[Panting, barking]

[Panting, barking]

Ha! Ha!

- [Jean George] On by! On by!

- Here they come!

Are we ambushing someone?

Whoo! That's what I'm talking about.

[Mudbud] Gnarly, dude.

That's sled racing,

the greatest sport known to dog.

How we're gonna get you guys home.

Uh... Is anyone else confused?

So one last time.

North America, South America,

Antarctica, Australia, Asia, Africa...

Who can name the seventh? Adam?

- Yes?

- The seventh continent?

[Shasta] This is the house where I live.

You guys can stay in the shed.

[Budderball]

I hope there's room service.

[Shasta] Hey, Buddies, check this out.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

This is super fly, yo!

You've got one of your own rides?

It's Adam's dad's dogsled,

but he doesn't use it anymore.

[Engine turning off]

- Quick, hide!

- [Whimpering]

Just going to put my gear away.

[Whispering] That's Adam, my boy.

He wants to mush more than anything.

[Woman] Adam! Dinner!

[Sighing]

- [Adam] Shasta, where are you?

- Duty calls.

I'll see you guys in the morning.

We'll talk then.

- [Barking]

- Shasta? There you are, boy.

Come on. Come on, Shasta.

It's pretty sweet how Shasta

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