Alpha and Omega 3: The Great Wolf Games Page #5

you been out here?

What's it to you, Claudette?

Whoa-oh-oh!

[ Grunts ]

- You have to lean your weight.

- Mind your own race.

I'm just trying to-

My dad says you're good,

but not as good as your mom was.

All yours.

Thanks.

[ Panting ]

Okay. Your turn, Claudette.

Here I go.

Okay, chasing the caribou,

gaining on them.

Then changing directions.

Now! Plant your front!

Oh. Whoa!

[Whimpers ]

Okay. Let's try it again.

You're getting good.

Mom, I wish I could be as-

Oh, honey.

We're going to try again, okay?

[Whispering ]

Dad, I know!

You have to play

a little rougher tomorrow.

Why? They have the bear

and then a porcupine.

I mean, come on.

Just do it. You know what I mean.

[ Sighs ]

This could get a little tricky today.

I'm ready for whatever they've got.

I double-dog dare

a wolf to step on my back.

- Stay on the attack.

- We can do this.

Just be prepared.

[ HonkS]

[ Panting ]

[ Straining ]

Nice.

- What?

- Foul! Foul!

Umpire!

[ Grunts ]

Agnes, up the log!

Get them on the log.

[ Grunts ]

[ Panting ]

- [ Yelps, Groans]

- How do you like it, huh?

Good girl!

- [ Grunts ]

- Good girl.

Umpire, did you see that?

[ HonkS]

Umpire, they were cheating.

She slipped into her.

[Whispering ]

What are they doing,

laying an egg?

We couldn't clearly see the play.

No foul.

What? That was as much a foul

as a chicken is a fowl.

Resume play on my honk.

[ HonkS]

Run the rocks! Run the rocks!

Umpire, I can't believe this.

Yes!

Good job, Claudette. You played it fair.

See you in the finals.

Magril, are you okay?

- She slipped on the rocks.

- Can you still compete?

[Whispering ]

No, Magril. Don't.

What is she saying?

Why won't she ever speak directly to me?

- Dad.

- Magril, are you okay?

- Speak up, now!

- She can't, Dad.

- Why not?

- Because she's terrified of you!

She's injured. She's out of the Games.

Out of the Games?

Cheaters. That's what they are.

And don't even get me started

on those umpires.

We ought to get the Western owls

to take them out.

- Coach.

- What now?

Magril is... injured.

Oh, no.

Now, we can do this two ways.

Either we default and it's all yours...

or we do a different race,

winner takes all.

You mean four against four?

No. One against one.

My son against Claudette.

A run around the mountain

and then down to the field.

Fleet is strong on the rocks

and Claudette on the field.

Well, let me speak to my team.

- You got this, Claudette.

- Go for it.

Okay. I'll do it.

Nars, you're on.

Good. You know, Claudette...

I wonder if your Games

will be as good as your mom's?

Dad, please.

I'm sure Fleet's Games

will be better than your Games.

[ Growls ]

See you tomorrow, Coach.

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