Open Season 2

The forest in spring.

A time of renewal...

...of rebirth...

...of unbridled optimism...

...when new beginnings begin...

...and where the mighty mule deer...

...prepares for his upcoming

mating ritual.

One lucky doe will get to spend her life

with this fine specimen of a buck.

His magnificent antlers,

a testament to his great prowess...

...his strength, his masculinity,

his awesomeness!

His super- incredible coolness!

His amazing kick-butt-ocity!

- Ladies and gentlemen, here I...

- All right, Elliot.

Enough about your new rack

already, man.

Aye. Give it a rest,

you freak of nature.

- We grow tiresome of this talk of rack.

- It's true. We do.

- He's right, you know.

- Boring.

Like I never talk

about anything else.

Have you seen my new horns?

They're completely natural.

All me. Yes!

That tree is huge.

Like my antlers! Yeah!

Yes!

Oh, my rack is huge.

Yes!

Well, this time,

I have something big to say.

You know, not as big as my antlers.

I got you again, yes!

- Nailed it!

- Oh, come on.

- We got a ceremony to get to.

- Okay, okay, okay.

I'd just like to thank you...

...Boog, Mr. Weenie, Buddy,

Serge, Deni and McSquizzy...

...my closest, dearest friends,

for being here for me...

...on the most important day

of my life.

Yeah. You're welcome. Now, let's...

Unfortunately, the bachelor buck

stops here.

But I begin a new chapter

with Giselle...

...my doe, my deer, my female deer.

- That's a really nice thought...

- As my single life ends...

...finishes, expires, perishes...

...goes down in a blazing ball

of flames with no survivors...!

Elliot, relax.

- Now, let's get a move on, man.

- Yeah, we go to the wedding.

Wedding?

- Nuptials.

- Okay, just one minute.

- Let's get this over with.

- Hold on. Be right there.

Just polished these boys,

don't wanna scratch them.

Hurry, Elliot! Come on.

I'm falling.

- Careful!

- Oh, snap.

- Too late.

- Oh, that was smooth.

Elliot, don't look.

- Oh, he looked.

- He's going to blow.

Everybody, duck!

- Was that Elliot?

- I'm telling you...

...when you're in love, you hear

your man's voice everywhere.

- You know it, girl.

- You got that right.

Oh, Maria.

Doesn't she look beautiful?

- Thank you, Rosie.

- Our sweet Giselle's getting hitched.

- I think I'm gonna cry.

- Oh, it's okay.

- Elliot?

- Well, hello there, ladies.

- Oh, hi, Ian.

- Hello, Ian.

Just want to inform you

that the ceremony begins...

...at 0800 hours.

- Good to know.

If it all goes according to plan...

And it will.

- We'll finish up at 0900 hours...

...with a berry and dewdrop

reception brunch to follow.

- Great. Thanks, Ian.

- Not a problem.

Oh, and, Giselle,

there's still some time...

...if you'd rather be served some

beefcake instead of the pansy-loaf...

...if you know what I mean.

And I think you do.

I don't generally

go for venison, but...

...girl, that dish is fine.

- Don't you know it.

- Don't you know it.

No, thank you.

Elliot is all the man I'll ever need.

My rack. My beautiful rack.

Stop boo-hooing, you wee jessie.

- They'll grow back.

- Yeah, they're gonna grow back.

Just like the last time

you broke them, man.

And the time before that.

- And the time before that.

- What if it's a sign?

- A sign not to get...

- Get what?

- Married.

See this here? Now, this is sad.

- Poor Elliot.

- We need a diversion.

Hey, I know just the diversion...

...to take his mind off his antler.

We break his hoof with a large stone.

- Yeah, a large stone!

- A boulder.

I can't believe it. I mean, I can't...

I know what you're do...

Seriously, quit it...

- I can totally see what you're doing.

- Come on, Elliot.

If there's one thing

I am not in the mood for...

...it is a rabbit fight!

- Rabbit fight!

Gregalach!

You're going down, fat bear!

Stay!

Sit.

Now, count to 10.

What are you doing?

He's getting away.

Boog gave me a command

to count to 10, so I...

I can't believe I fell for that.

I must never be weak again.

You don't know what it was like

living with the humans.

If they say "sit," you sit.

If they say "fetch," you fetch.

You must stay alert,

or they will steal our freedom...

...and lock us up forever und ever.

- Forever und ever?

But you broke free.

How did you do it?

- What's the secret?

- Never forget who you are in here.

A vulnerable child...

...who just wants to be loved?

- No!

A wild animal who relies

on no one but himself.

- Now, say it with me. I'm wild!

- I'm wild.

- With conviction. I'm wild!

- I'm wild!

Now, let's go find the fat bear.

I can't believe it, Bob.

It's been a whole year

since we saw Mr. Weenie.

I know he's still out there.

I can feel it.

Can you feel it, Bob?

- Well, I...

- Mr. Weenie! Mr. Weenie!

Do you think he'll find

our biscuit trail, Bob?

Do you think he'll

come back to us, Bob?

Do you think Mr. Weenie's

safe out there, Bob?

Boog will never find me.

Now, where is that Weenie?

Guten tag, fat bear!

I am victorious!

Show-off. I'm gonna

have to check the rule book.

Mortal combat!

He got me! Great shot, Elliot.

You won, man.

Nobody ever expects...

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