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.

That Steele is some dog, huh, Morris?

Congratulations there, boss, there.

It was a pleasure runnin' behind youse.

Of course, the view got monotonous.

You are the most amazing, the most exalted, the most pre-eminent, the most top of...

You won!

I don't know. You think maybe Steele is losing his edge?

Yeah, looks like just about any dog could outrun him.

What a crazy thing to do just to show off to a pretty girl!

I'm sure Jenna would love to have you on her team.

- Hey! Rosy! Stay away from him! - Dad!

He might bite you, honey. He's part wolf.

Now you've hurt his feelings.

Come on now.

Congratulations, Steele.

Ladies.

- Hi, there, Jenna. Enjoy the race? - Yeah.

- Almost as much as you did. - Thanks.

Jenna, let's go celebrate. I know where all the bones are buried.

I don't know. Suddenly, I've lost my appetite.

Well, maybe your taste runs more toward... wolf.

Jenna! Come on, girl. We're going back home.

Sorry, Steele. My girl is calling me.

On the other hand.

my girl is away at boarding school.

Jenna!

Jenna, I, uh...

- Jenna. - Jen! Come on!

Jenna! Come here, girl.

Balto, there's some things I can't do for you.

Yeah.

I'm goose, not Cupid.

Didn't make the team... Bingo?

Don't listen to him or look at him. Live a long life.

My name's Balto.

But you can call him "idiot"!

I'm sorry. Balto. Balto the half-breed.

Hey, goose, you a half-breed too, huh?

- Part turkey? - Waa-hah-hah!

Good wordplay there, boss.

You are the wittiest, the quickest.

You are the drollest, the cleverest, the sharpest, the most hilarious...

You crack me up!

Steele. Just leave him out of this.

Oh, Balto, I've got a message for your mother.

Hi, Mom!

Balto, translate this for me...

What's wolf for "Go chase your tail"?

Balto, stop! Whoa!

Get him.

Get out of here, wolf-dog. You'd better get back to your pack!

Maybe it's the unrelenting fear talking, but I'm seeing wisdom in this advice.

Maybe we go now, huh? Now!

I'm thinking Balto's friend got his feathers ruffled!

Goose! Ha! I get it!

Half-wolf in the side pocket there.

That was the most dead centre, the most on-target, the most down-the-middle...

Ya hit him!

That son-of-a...

He is the most malicious, the most disgusting, obnoxious, the most revolting, the most repulsive...

He's no lap dog.

Not a dog, not a wolf.

All he knows is what he is not.

If only he could see what he is.

Homesick, Boris?

- You ever think about going back? - Don't fret, Fido.

I'm sticking here until I'm sure you can stand on own four feet.

- YOU'RE taking care of ME?! - Don't thank me.

I smell... herring.

- The herring are flying south too? - Say!

- Must be Muk and Luk. - Oh. Good news.

- Uncle Boris! - Oh, no!

How sweet. "Uncle Boris. "

No hugging, no licking!

Uncle Boris!

He says he's glad to see you.

We love you. Uncle Boris.

What are you talking about? Of course he's glad to see us.

He loves us... don't you?

Oy. OK, ОК.

Hey, boychicks, uh, let's play a game.

Yes, please. Uncle Boris.

Race you to the shore. One, two, three, go!

They win.

Help! Help! We can't swim!

Help! Help! We're drowning! Save us, please!

Bears!

- Fellas! Idiot balls of fluff! - Easy, Boris. You know how they are.

Muk! Luk!

Relax! Come on, you're OK. You're not drowning.

He has point, bears. You are not drowning.

Cause if you will pause one moment you will observe that's...

... tide is out!

He said what?

Oh, the shame of the polar bear who fears the water.

No wonder we are shunned by our fellow bear. Woe is us!

It's what he said. Kind of pathetic, really.

What, more whimpering?