Balto III: Wings of Change Page #3

It's where you go when you do it.

Psst!

I hate heights.

(Laughing)

Wait a minute.

Are you saying that

you're afraid of heights?

No. Of course not.

Just a little.

Come on, Boris.

I have an idea.

(Balto) Don't worry. This'll work.

(Boris) Don't worry, he says. Ha!

There. What do you see?

Nothing. What do

you think I see?

Flap around like this

for a while and you'll

get used to the feel of flying.

Then you'll forget that

you're up in the air.

You know,

this makes sense,

in absurd,

illogical way.

(Boris) Ah! Ahhh!

That's it! You're doing it.

You're doing great!

How does it feel?

Not bad, except I have

no idea where I'm going!

(Loud crash, Boris yells)

(Thud)

Keep going! Keep going!

Is working! Is working!

You got it. Now, open your eyes.

(Screams)

Ah! What do you know?

I am flying.

Ha-haaa!

I am one hot goose.

I'm not sure Stella's

gonna see it that way.

Hoo!

I am good.

I am the goose.

(Crash, Boris screams)

(Mr. Conner) Duke, you

make a good argument.

Maybe we should

give it a try.

(Duke) lt'll be an honor

to work for you and the

U.S. Mail, Mr. Conner.

OK, this is really

horrible. Devastating.

Besides that, give me

the particulars.

We gotta spread the word.

And what word would that be?

That the mail is

gonna be delivered by

that flying whatever.

The sled dogs are

through. Canned. Fired.

Out on their butts.

Unbelievable.

Dipsy, we're gonna have

to activate the E.D.A.S.

And what would that be?

Numbskull! The Emergency

Dog Alert System.

Ohhh. Oh, yeah.

(Barking)

(Barking continues)

(Resounding barking)

(Barks)

(Barking)

(Tapping sounds, icicles shattering)

(Dogs barking)

(Barking)

(Barking continues)

(Snoring)

(Dogs barking)

(Barking increases)

(Dogs howling)

(Barking in distance)

Heh-heh-heh.

(Barking)

Oh!

Oh, now what?

(Kodi) We have to deliver the mail.

(Kirby) Dogs have always done it.

I don't know how to

do anything else.

If we don't deliver the mail,

who will want us?

(Man) Mr. Conner, there must

be something we can do

to keep delivering the mail.

(Mr. Conner) The bush pilot

makes a good case.

(Man) It isn't fair.

(2nd man) It's not right.

(3rd man) We need our jobs.

(4th man) We've always delivered...

(Kodi) What are they saying?

Tell us.

Is it good news, bad news, what?

OK. The mushers are

talking to Conner.

That's bad. That's gotta be bad.

And, he's saying

that airplanes are

faster than dogs.

Oh, boy. Oh, boy.

Now he's saying air mail

is the wave of the future.

Oh! It's worse than I thought.

Hold on a minute. OK.

All right. This could

be interesting.

Oh, my. Oh! Um... Huh?

What the...? Whoa.

(Dipsy) Yikes.

Oh, my.

(All) What?

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