The War Room Page #5

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Then what do they want?!

The crabs!

Ew, they just eat them whole?

I guess they're purists.

Come on Juniper, follow me!

I'm pretty sure it's this way.

Lead on, Patchi,

but can we slow it down

a tad?

Still a little tender here.

Oh, yeah, of course, no problem.

You see, Patchi was

already becoming a leader.

A leader of one, but

you gotta start somewhere.

The sun set for the last time

on the western horizon...

...giving way

to sister moon...

...who would now hold sway over

the wintery Alaskan wilderness...

...piercing the darkness

with her pale blue eyes.

Which simply means,

it'll be dark

in the Arctic for

a very longtime.

Yikes!

It's getting kinda chilly.

We should have brought layers.

Are you sure this is the right

way to the feeding grounds?

Of course I'm sure. I got a knack

for these kinds of things.

Besides, I've also got a foolproof

Plan B and his name is Alex.

I hope there's a Plan C,

'cause I'm totally lost.

Did you hear that? We're

lost in this horrible place.

It's just a normal forest

full of normal foresty things.

What was that?

That's not funny!

Take it somewhere else, furball!

You know, someday these

mammals will go extinct...

...and then we'll have the last laugh.

Ha ha!

You know, it isn't

actually that bad out here.

Think about it:

A dark creepy forest

is really just an open field...

...with trees and

different things in it.

You never know what

you're gonna find.

Oops. Watch the log.

Uh, not log, tail.

I hope it's not connected

to this claw in any way.

Or that big toothy muzzle.

Oh, I can't bear to watch...

...but I will.

Careful, Patchi, don't

make any sudden movements.

It's another kind of movement

I'm worried about right now.

Okay.

Nice little Gorgo

on the treetop

While I climb over

Please don't wake up I'

Now, I suggest you

slowly and gently...

Run away, run away!

What are you doing? Are you

trying to get us eaten?

No, I'm not

trying to get us eaten.

I'm trying to

get us out of here.

Anyway, he's probably hibernating.

He won't wake up till spring.

Maybe we should be a

bit more careful from now on.

Yeah. From now on, I'm gonna be

extra careful and keep it stealthy.

I'm gonna be like a ninja.

There are probably plenty of other

things to worry about in these woods.

Totally.

Like, what other kind of

things you think are out here?

Chirostenotes, meaning

narrow-handed omnivore.

- Oh, Don't worry. This is kinda nice, right?

- Mmm-hmm.

Little moonlit stroll.

Sort of like a date.

Well, not like a date.

More like a hangout.

Like a friendly

hang-sesh at night.

Chirostenotes!

Chiroste-nachos?!

- Notes!

- Whaties?!

Hey, beat it! Note-ies.

Chirostenotes. Enunciate!

What kind of a name is that?

A long one. Get away!

They give them crazy names,

I would have

called them

skinny-neck pecky thingies.

That's longer.

Maybe we should just focus.

A little hard to focus

when they keep pecking!

Patchi,

they don't have any teeth!

But I do!

Yeah!

- Got them good!

- Yeah! That's right!

Who wants to get bit? You?!

Back off,

you skinny-neck pecky thing!

Their feathers taste gross.

Take a hike, turkey bird!

Keep it movin'.

What are you looking at?

Better move on!

Yeah, that's what I thought!

And so should we!

Wow!

Oh, good,

you're seeing that, too?

Just 'cause I thought it was

that rancid pinecone I ate.

It's so beautiful.

Oh, there's a river

that runs on forever

I'm gonna see where it leads

Oh, there's a mountain

that no man has mounted

I'm gonna stand on the peak

Out there's a land

that time don't command

Wanna be the first to arrive

No time for pondering

why I'm-a wandering

On while we're

both still alive

To the ends of the earth,

would you follow me

There's a world that was

meant for our eyes to see

To the ends of the earth...

There they are!

You did it! You found them!

We found them.

Come on!

Race you to the bottom!

That's my herd!

Slippery!

Look out below! Whoa!

Wait up!

Somebody got a second wind.

Let's go!

Yeah! Full moon, cool!

Mom, Dad! We made it!

Hey, everybody, it's us!

- We're back!

- Incoming!

Hi, Garry.

Looking good, Phyl...

Whoa, Phyllis, watch the tail.

Well, well, well,

look who's trotting into camp.

Scowler, back after heroically

abandoning his brother.

Greetings, my fickle friend.

Uh, Alex, bite me.

Mm, don't mind if I do.

Hey! Hey, hey!

Hey, Stretch,

get your own slimy rock.

Yeah.

To the ends of the earth,

would you follow me

There's a world that was

meant for our eyes to see

To the ends of the earth,

would you follow me

If you won't, I must say

my goodbyes to thee I'

All right, little

swimmy thingies, I gotcha!

- Aw, man!

- What are you doing?

They've gotta come

up for air sometime.

Hey, losers!

They looked. Where you

losers been, huh, Patchi?!

What?!

You left us behind.

- You left me ahead.

- That's ridiculous!

You're ridiculous!

No, you are ridiculous.

- Uh-uh, you're ridiculous!

- You're ridiculous!

Oh, so cold!

Eventually the sky,

once shrouded

in darkness for months on end...

...was brightened by

the arrival of the sun.

The Alphadon came out of

his hole and saw his shadow...

...and you know what that

means:
Winter was over.

PATCHY. I thought winter was over

if he doesn't see his shadow.

You know absolutely

nothing about Alphadon Day.

It was around

that time that I noticed

everybody was

going South again...

...but this time in reverse.

So North, in other words.

PATCHY. Exactly.

Fortunately, Major was

there to give the word.

Am I wrong, or was that the

same as the word for going south?

It's a very simple language.

As he began the return journey

to his birthplace...

...Patchi

reflected on the joys

and heartaches of

his first migration.

Come on, Patchi.

Northward ho!

Yeah.

Let's get to the

front, I'm tired of looking

at people's butts all the time.

Marching to a meter set

down by the change of seasons...

...Patchi's herd traveled the

same route year after year.

They journeyed South...

...then North...

...then South again.

I mean, seriously, what's wrong

with West once in a while?

Or East, even, just to

spice things up, you know?

Through it all,

his load was lightened

by the splendid bird

that always had his back.

Patchi and I collected

a lot of memories

on those trips,

and even more bugs.

Gotcha! I'm stuck. I'm stuck.

Don't worry about me.

I'm fine.

No, I love you too. Thanks a lot.

Yeah, I appreciate it, buddy.

But with each passing year

and every migration...

...Patchi grew

bigger and bigger

and his hole grew

larger and larger.

Hey, I told you one day his hole

would be filled with greatness.

And here I am!

Yes, my little friend Patchi

was not so little anymore.

He had grown into

a young adult...

...just in time for

the annual courtship...

...when mature males vie for

the affections of the females.

You know something, Patchi?

I love the quality time

we spend together, really.

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