Stuart Little 3: Call of the Wild Page #4

- Have fun, boys.

Don't worry about us, dear.

The Little men are completely

at home in the forest.

Yup.

- Isn't there someone in charge here?

- That would be me.

- Do you know anything about knots?

- Is that the troopmaster?

Yeah, but he hasn't

really mastered the troops yet.

Oswald, a compass

is not a weapon.

I'm Frederick Little,

and these are my sons.

- Stuart.

- Hi!

And George.

Oh, yeah.

I'm Bicklemaster Troop.

- I mean, Troopmaster Bickle.

- Hey, Dad.

- Are you gonna ask?

- Of course, Stuart.

My boys were wondering

if they could join up.

- Why, sure.

- Yes.

Yes. Per article 17

of the Lake Scout Handbook...

...everyone is welcome.

- Yeah!

Great. And how about me?

Well, there's no rule against it...

...but don't you think

you're a little too big to be a scout?

Well, I had some sort

of assistant position in mind.

But really, do I look like

I need an assistant?

Sorry.

Okay, I admit it.

I'm in way over my head.

- Little, you've got the job.

- Great. How about a Scout shake?

No, I meant Scout handshake.

Okay, walk it, turn and up.

There you go.

Attention, scouts.

We'll start with

the skull assessment test.

I think that would be "skill."

Okay. Well, that's different then.

The exceptional scouts

will get to wear the gold kerchief.

The intermediates receive the blue.

And for those beginning

scouts who...

- Need extra help?

- Yeah.

The red shows up better

when they get lost.

Okay, you just need

to row your canoes...

...from the dock here,

over to the shore there.

This might be a problem.

I'm looking for how well

you control your craft.

Points will be taken off

for sinking and drowning.

Give this one a try, son.

Perfect.

Thanks, Dad.

Ready, set, go.

- Come on!

- You can do it!

What the heck was that?

Get out of here.

I'm being attacked by a shark!

Oh, no. Oh, dear, I'm going down.

Shark!

Oh, this is it.

Goodbye, Mom and Dad and George

and Snowbell and Martha...

What are you talking about, Stuart?

Yes! I made it. How was my time?

- Could have been better.

- Good try.

I would have made it.

But there was this giant fish.

It was a shark.

And it was pulling me

all around the lake.

Didrt you see it?

Maybe it was

the Loch Ness Monster.

- Or Bigfoot.

- Bigfoot doesn't swim.

- He likes to be called Sasquatch.

- Whatever.

Sasquatch doesn't swim either.

Tonight, around this Lake Scout

campfire of burning logs...

...we honor you by awarding

these kerchiefs.

- Elwin.

- Go, Elwin. Yeah.

- Brooke.

- Yeah, Brooke.

- George.

- Well done, son. Just like a Little.

- Stuart.

- Yeah?

Sorry there, Stuart.

You stay red.

- Red?

- Maybe next time.

Congratulations, scouts.

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