Alpha and Omega 3: The Great Wolf Games Page #3

Brent, chill.

You're going documentary on us.

Order! Order on the field!

- Where did it go?

- [ Bird Chirping, Mufed ]

I hear it over there.

Tweet, tweet, tweet.

Oh, look. it's a cub.

Let's utter around his nose.

- Brent, time out.

- [ Yelps ]

- [ Mufed Chirping ]

- I still hear it!

Brent. Calm down.

It's hiding behind Stinky! I can hear it!

Sis, we need a coach.

A serious coach.

Incoming!

- Shall we do the wolf pile?

- Mooch. Mooch! No, no, no!

Too late!

We're middle-aged now.

You're much heavier. Ow!

Dad? Dad!

- This is our coach?

- Apparently.

I want to be traded.

Mooch, lay off the fatty portions

of the caribou.

Hey. What's up?

Dad, meet the Western team.

[Laughs]

Western team?

Oh. You guys really want to mud wrestle

against the omegas?

Dad, this is team Western Region...

for the Great Games.

- You said it was for all the critters.

- Yeah.

So we invited everyone.

Wow. They are one bird

short of Noah's ark.

Bird? Bird?

Ow!

But, Dad, we have a small problem.

We need a coach.

Okay. Another reason you can't play.

Your mother is out of town,

as are all the alphas.

I know, Coach.

[Laughs]

What?

You want me to be your coach

for the competition?

Well, you'd be good

for the Miss Congeniality portion.

Dad, we need the help.

You know, the adult in the cave?

[Laughs]

Claudette, I don't think-

Dog, help the girl out.

She went to all this trouble.

[ Chuckles ]

Okay.

Coach Humphrey.

[ Chuckles ]

Who knew?

Okay, sleepy heads!

It's time for training.

Come on now.

Let's do it! Coach's orders.

Today we are gonna train

and train hard.

Brent, you look tired.

Yeah, well.

Actually, I usually sleep until noon.

[ Chuckles ]

Me too.

[Yawning ]

[ Snoring ]

[ Stammers ] What is this?

Hibernation season?

[ Humphrey]

Come on, now. Push, push!

- [All Straining ]

- Fight for it!

- Mad wolf!

- Run!

- Run!

- Dad, careful!

Come on now. Lift those legs.

I did not sign up for this.

Keep the pace.

Faster, faster.

Show me what you got.

- [ Gasps ]

- [Agnes Grunting ]

Oh, no. Oh, no.

- What?

- She's taking off again.

[Screaming ]

[Yelps ]

- [ Exhales]

- Shake it off, Agnes. Shake it off.

Stinky, control your aggression.

Runt, stop smiling.

This is a competition. This is your life!

Dad, was Mom as fast as this

when she was a junior?

Focus on the race, not on your mom.

Okay. Marcel! Paddy!

Shock and awe!

Now come on,

you migrating chirpers.

Just say when, Humphrey.

Okay, Brent. Control yourself.

Charge!

Okay, chirpers. Attack!

Brent, look at my eyes.

Look at my eyes.

[ Grunts ]

Okay, Paddy, ready for the landing.

Storm the beach. Storm the beach!

[ Humphrey] Their little wings

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