Balto Page #2

Get him.

Get out of here, wolf-dog.

You'd better get back to your pack!

Maybe it's the unrelenting fear talking,

but I'm seeing wisdom in this advice.

Maybe we go now, huh? Now!

I'm thinking Balto's friend

got his feathers ruffled!

Goose! Ha! I get it!

Half-wolf in the side pocket there.

That was the most dead centre,

the most on-target, the most down-the-middle...

Ya hit him!

That son-of-a...

He is the most malicious, the most disgusting,

obnoxious, the most revolting, the most repulsive...

He's no lap dog.

Not a dog, not a wolf.

All he knows is what he is not.

If only he could see what he is.

Homesick, Boris?

- You ever think about going back?

- Don't fret, Fido.

I'm sticking here until I'm sure

you can stand on own four feet.

- YOU'RE taking care of ME?!

- Don't thank me.

I smell... herring.

- The herring are flying south too?

- Say!

- Must be Muk and Luk.

- Oh. Good news.

- Uncle Boris!

- Oh, no!

How sweet. "Uncle Boris. "

No hugging, no licking!

Uncle Boris!

He says he's glad to see you.

We love you. Uncle Boris.

What are you talking about?

Of course he's glad to see us.

He loves us... don't you?

Oy. OK, .

Hey, boychicks, uh, let's play a game.

Yes, please. Uncle Boris.

Race you to the shore.

One, two, three, go!

They win.

Help! Help! We can't swim!

Help! Help! We're drowning!

Save us, please!

Bears!

- Fellas! Idiot balls of fluff!

- Easy, Boris. You know how they are.

Muk! Luk!

Relax! Come on, you're OK.

You're not drowning.

He has point, bears.

You are not drowning.

Cause if you will pause one moment

you will observe that's...

... tide is out!

He said what?

Oh, the shame of the polar bear

who fears the water.

No wonder we are shunned

by our fellow bear. Woe is us!

It's what he said.

Kind of pathetic, really.

What, more whimpering?

Between you and Balto, it's like

Dostoevsky novel here. Lighten up.

And what is so interesting?

- Jenna.

- Is love.

So go make move.

When the angels' balalaikas

strum the sweet song of love, mambo!

Nan. She's not my type.

And why not?

This wolf business again?

What's wrong with being half

and half, I'd like to know?

Sometimes I wish lik crazy,

I was half eagle.

Why?

Better profile, for one thing. Hmm.

And no one eats you, for another.

Jenna?

Jenna!

Jenna! Hi, girl!

Rosy! Rosy, come on. You're gonna

catch your death out here.

- OK, Dad.

- Come on, the doctor's waiting.

Jenna?

Jenna.

Balto. Hi.

Hi.

Look, uh...

Just a shot in the dark,

but I was wondering if...

I don't know, maybe you'd like to

go chase a few sticks by moonlight.

Jenna?

- Rosy's in there.

- In a hospital? Why?

She feels warm

and she has a terrible cough.

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