Balto

Well, it was here... someplace.

But we've already been past here.

The trees have grown so big.

It's been so long

since my last visit.

Come on. Blaze.

Grandma, when was

the last time you were here?

Years and years ago.

Way before you were born, sweetheart.

Oh, look! Blaze found a squirrel.

Now, just a minute.

I'm trying to get my bearings.

Oh, there are so many paths here.

So easy to get turned around.

Come on, darling.

Grandma,

we're in the middle of nowhere!

We're right in the middle

of New York City!

You'll make yourself tired

walking so long.

Nonsense. It hasn't been

more than a quarter of an hour.

Not much further.

Blaze is getting tired.

Oh, I see!

Grandma,

what are we looking for anyway?

Uh, a memorial.

A me... - what?

A reminder of a wonderful story...

and a place very far away from here.

What place is that. Grandma?

Nome, Alaska.

It's a small town

almost on top of the world.

Hmm.

Now, that really was

in the middle of nowhere, sweetheart.

In the cold winter of 1925,

it was snowing hard.

Back then, the fastest and most

reliable way of getting around

was with teams of dogs

pulling long sleds.

Races were held every year

to find out the best team.

And the competition

was very fierce.

Mush!

Gee up, boy.

Giddap, Steele! Giddap, giddap!

Steele! Whoa! Whoa!

Steele, we're not gonna make it!

- Easy, now! Easy!

- Steele, hold back!

Ohh! Steele!

Get in line, Steele!

Get in line!

Mush! Mush!

It's the three-mile marker.

Balto,

get your slobbering mouth off me!

Let's go, Boris. We'll get around back

and catch the end of the race.

Oh, no. No, no, no.

I'm a delicate country bird.

I hate going into town.

Ah, come on.

What's the worst that can happen?

Please! Aah!

Why do I let you talk me

into these things?

What the... ?! Eeeh!

Bring that back, you thief!

- You are putting me down now, Mr Golden Retriever?

- Whatever you say, Boris.

Every time there's a race,

you run around like you're in it.

- Maybe one day I will be.

- Heel, boy!

Boris Goosinoff is no spring chicken.

I'm no spring penguin, either!

Oy, it's cold!

Look! The two-mile mark.

Come on! We don't wanna miss the finish.

Oh, that would be a tragedy.

I was being sarcastic.

OK, you can open your eyes now.

I love these runners!

I love this brush bow!

I love this sled!

Jenna, you're lead dog!

OK, just a minute. Come on. Mush!

Then you'll need... this.

A real musher's hat!

We're a real sled team now!

Mush!

Mister Johanssen,

the sled is beautiful.

- We're very grateful.

- Oh, thank you!

- Rosy's grateful too, huh?

- So I gather!

- Watch this!

- Coming, sweetheart.

I don't know, honey, maybe we

should've gotten her the doll house!

It's the one-mile marker.

Mush, Jenna, mush!

Let's win this race!

I think she'll learn to like it!

Jenna. Easy, girl.

Good morning, Jenna. Oughta be

a close race, don't you think?

Maybe even neck and... neck.

Say something about her new collar

before she gets whiplash.

Urn, Dixie, what a pretty collar.

Is it new?

What? This old thing?

Yeah. Do you think,

urn, Steele will notice?

I'm afraid the only way Steele notices

anyone is if they're wearing a mirror.

They're comin'!

- Steele!

- You can do it!

Jenna! Stay, girl!

That's some dog!

Jenna!

Hold on. Come on, Steele!

Oh, no!

My hat!

- It's that stray dog!

- He's gonna ruin the race!

Hey! Outta my way, lobo.

When will you learn

to stay on the sidelines?

To Juneau Daily Chronicle. Stop.

Steele wins first race

of season. Stop.

Three-time winner keeps

Golden Collar. Stop. Nome. Stop.

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