Brother Bear Page #3

Now they're gone.

Yeah, that's pretty weird.

So you're telling me you didn't eat them

and you have no idea where they are?

- Uh-uh.

- Hey, hey, you. You just talked.

Just back away, real slow-like.

- How did you do that?

- I knew you had them.

Are we there yet?

Don't make me

turn this formation around.

Hey. Wait. Come back.

I'm trying to find where the lights...

- What's he getting worked up about?

- Maybe the goose pooped on him, eh?

Oh, gee. He's looking over here.

Let's beat it. This way.

- No, this way.

- Thank you very much.

- Just stay still and...

- Hey, you two!

Head down.

I think he's seen us. Now what?

- Act like we're not here.

- We're not here.

- Shh! What are you doing?

- You said to...

- Don't say anything. Shh!

- Okay.

- I said, "Don't say anything. "

- Um, excuse me.

- Don't eat us.

- You won't like us, eh? We're gamey.

Yeah. Eat hoof-for-brains over there.

- Pine-cone breath.

- Crusty tail.

- Twig legs.

- Big nose.

- Sorry.

- You went too far that time.

- Okay, I'm sorry.

- Guys.

- Yours is bigger than mine.

- I'm not eating anybody.

Oh, whew.

- That's mighty decent of you, eh.

- My name's Rutt.

- This is my brother Tuke.

- How's it going, Bear?

- Don't call me that.

- Sorry, uh...

- Mr. Bear?

- I mean, I'm not a bear. I hate bears.

- Well, gee, you're one big beaver.

- No kidding, eh?

Do either of you know

where the lights touch the earth?

Yee... ahh...

No. Uh, no. Sorry, bear... Er, beaver.

I'm not a beaver, I'm a bear...

No, I mean, I'm not a bear.

- I'm a man.

- Excuse me.

I was transformed into a bear.

Magically. I was lifted into the sky

by my brother.

Uh-huh.

- Crazy.

- Gesundheit.

No. Fruitcake.

- Are you okay?

- No. That bear. Over there.

- He's crazy.

- I am not crazy.

Whoever said you were?

We understand.

- You do?

- Oh, yeah, yeah.

You see, we're not moose either.

- We're not?

- No.

We're like, uh...

We're like squirrels. Yeah.

Oh. Oh, yeah. Beauty, eh?

Well, he's actually the squirrel.

I'm more of a purebred wolverine.

Look at these cuspids.

Give him a little room.

- Why am I talking to moose?

- No, we're squirrels, eh.

- Wolverine.

I'll find it myself.

- Oh, I wouldn't go that way.

- Why not, eh?

Uh, well, there was a reason.

You brought it up.

I'm trying to...

Ow!

Ow!

- So, you think of it yet?

- Well, no, but it's driving me nuts.

Ow.

Hey. Is the coast clear?

- What?

- Are there any hunters around?

- Uh... No.

- Oh, good!

You didn't see the trap?

I saw it from a mile away.

You must be pretty embarrassed.

Don't worry.

I won't tell anyone.

- What?

- You need to get down. Let me help.

Oh, wait. Ow!

- Hold still.

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