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(WHOOSHING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

MOMMA: Henry, it's time.

(GASPS)

Which one did
you say moved?

The one on the left.

(BOTH GASP)

(COOING)

Aw.
Aw. (CHUCKLES)

You're a poppa.

You're a momma.

(GRUNTS)

(POPPA CHUCKLING)

Hmm?
(LIBBY GIGGLES)

(LAUGHING)

(POPPA CHUCKLING)

(GASPS) You little sneak.
(GIGGLES)

Hello, Libby.

Libby.
(COOING)

(EGGS RUSTLING)
(BOTH GASP)

(BOTH GASP)

Hmm?

(POPPA LAUGHS)

Hello, Buck.
(LAUGHING)

He's got your eyes.

(CHUCKLES)
Get out of here,
you little prickle bush.

All right,
this is gonna be a big one.

POPPA: Hmm?

Hello, Arlo.

(WHIMPERS)

(CHUCKLING)

Come on out.

(GASPS)

Look at you.

(LAUGHING)

Buck!

(LAUGHING)

Whoa!

(GASPS)

That's Clawtooth Mountain.
And this is our farm.

And we're all gonna
take care of it together.

(BUCK GRUNTING)

What?
(GIGGLING) Gotcha!

Libby! (GRUNTS)

(SLURPS)

(BLOWS RASPBERRY)

LIBBY: Ha-ha!

(LIBBY LAUGHING)

LIBBY: Ooh!

Ha-ha. Gotcha back!

Momma, I'm done watering.

Good job, Libby.
Buck, get back to your chores.

What?
Thanks, Buck.

But, I... I...

(GROANS)

You're all set.

Can't I do
something else, Momma?

(CHUCKLES) Get going.

Okay.

(PANTING)

(GULPS)

(SQUEAKING)

(RUSTLING)

(GASPS)

Who is that?

(CHIRPING)

Oh!

Hey, Eustice.

Aw, you stuck,
little guy?

Let me get that for you.
You're free.

Hello, move.
Go find your poppa
and your...

(CLUCKING)

(WHISPERING) Momma!

(SCREAMING)

(CLUCKING)

(CLUCKS SCORNFULLY)

(CONTINUES SCREAMING)

Whoa. The river's
not something

to mess around
with there, Arlo.
(PANTING)

Be careful.
What's the problem?

Poppa, Henrietta is
the worst one
in the coop!

Yesterday, you said
Footless Fran was the worst.

(WHISPERING)
She's only got one foot.

(CHUCKLES)
You don't have
to like 'em, Arlo.

You just have to feed 'em.

(GRUNTS)

That should do it.

Now, this will
keep them rotten critters
from stealing our food

because I made this silo
100% critter-proof.

Put your mark on there, Henry.
You earned it.

Yeah, Poppa, do it! Come on!
LIBBY: Yeah!

Only if your momma
does it first.

If anyone's earned
a mark around here,
it's her.

Did you just
put your mark
higher than mine?

What? No.
It's just the angle
you're looking at it.

The "angle", huh?
(LAUGHS)

Ooh, ooh. Me too!
Me, me, me! My turn!

My turn!

Now hold on.
It's not that easy.

You've got to earn your mark
by doing something big.

POPPA: For something
bigger than yourself.

Someday,
you'll all make your mark
and I can't wait to see it.

(BONES CRACKING)

(GRUNTS)

That is how
you clear a field.
Attaboy, Buck.

(ARLO SCREAMING)
(CLUCKING)

He'll figure it out.
Be just fine.

POPPA: Go on, Buck.
You earned it.

Good job, son.

MOMMA: You've got it, Libby!
Just a little bit more.

POPPA: Beautiful.
You earned your mark,
sweetheart.

(CLUCKING)

(ARLO SCREAMING)

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Arlo!

(SIGHS)

He'll get there.

(CLUCKING)

All right, you cluckers.
You're about to get fed.

BUCK: Arlo.
Huh?

Come here.
Buck! What happened?

I came to help you
with your chores.

(GASPS)
And then they attacked.

You're gonna be okay.
Tell Momma I love her.

(GASPS)

I see a light.

(EXHALES)

I'll go get help!

(CLUCKING)
(YELLING)

(PANTING)

(LAUGHING)

Oh, you should
see your face!

I should've known!
(GRUNTS)

Always got to mess me up.
Me?

(GRUNTS)

You mess up your chores
and everyone else's.

(GASPS)

You're such a coward.
POPPA: Buck!

I ain't a coward.
And I'm gonna
make my mark.

Just like you, and Libby,
and everyone!

You will, darling.
You just need
a little more time.

Forget it. I didn't even want
that dumb mark anyway.

I got an idea.

POPPA: (WHISPERING)
Arlo. Arlo. Wake up.

Huh?

Come with me.

Uh...

(OWL HOOTING
IN THE DISTANCE)
(GASPS)

(WHISPERING)
Where are we going?
You'll see.

Okay, now take a walk
out there.

By myself?
Go on.

(INSECT CHIRPING)
(GASPS)

(WHISPERING)
Poppa. Poppa.

Calm down. Breathe.

(CHIRPING)
Oh.

Sometimes you got to
get through your fear

to see the beauty
on the other side.

Wow.

(CHUCKLES)

(LAUGHING)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(GRUNTS)

POPPA: I got a new job
for you tomorrow.

That is if you still
want to make your mark.

The dang wilderness critter's
coming over the fence,
eating our food

and I've had it up
to my snout.

If this keeps up,
we won't have

enough food
to survive the winter.

That's why
you are gonna
catch that critter.

Then along comes a critter...

(MUFFLED) And this is how
you're gonna finish the job.

When that critter's
taken care of,

you'll put your mark
on the silo
right next to mine.

I'll take care
of that critter, Poppa.
It won't stand a chance.

(BUZZING)

What are you doing,
you bug?

Get out of here.

Huh! Move along, leaf.
Move along.

(CLATTERING)

(GROWLING)
(GASPS)

(BOTH SCREAMING)

(GROWLING INCOHERENTLY)

(SHOUTING)

(GASPING NERVOUSLY)

You're dead, critter.

(INHALES DEEPLY)

(PANTING)

Okay. You're free.

What are you doing?
Just leave! Flee!

Stay back! Go! Whoa.

(SCREAMING)

Arlo!

Why'd you let it go?

It was biting,
and coming at me,
and screeching, and...

You had a job to do.

You got to get
over your fear, Arlo,
or you won't survive out here.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Come on.

We're gonna finish
your job right now.

Out there?
Get over.

(RATTLING)

But, Poppa,
what if we get lost?

As long as you can
find the river,

you can find
your way home.

What do you see?

ARLO: Uh, tracks?

And they're washing out,
we got to move!

POPPA: We're losing it!

(GRUNTING)

Arlo, keep moving!

(GASPS)

(GROANING)

Poppa, wait.

Arlo, what did I
say about keeping...

(GRUNTING)

It's okay.

It's okay, Arlo.
I'm sorry.

I just wanted you
to get through your fear.

I know you
have it in you.

But I'm not like you.

You're me and more.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(GASPS)

I think we went
far enough today.

Storm's getting worse.
Let's get you home.

(GUSHING)

Arlo, move!

Run, Arlo!

Poppa!

Poppa! Poppa! Poppa!

(PANTING)

(GROANS)

(GASPS) Momma!

If we don't get
this harvest in
before the first snow,

we won't have
enough food for winter.

I know it's hard
without Poppa,

but I need you
to do more, Arlo.

Don't worry, Momma.
I won't let us starve.

You're a good son.

Huh?

(CRITTER CHEWING)

You!
Huh?

You've got some
nerve coming here.

(YELLING)

It's all your fault!

My poppa would still be alive
if it weren't for you!

(GRUNTING)

(GROWLING)
(SCREAMING)

(GASPING)

(YELLING)

(GASPS)

Help!

Momma! Momma!

ARLO: Momma!

(GASPS)

(SCREAMING)

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

(PANTING)

(SCREAMING)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

Momma?

ARLO: Momma!

(PANTING)

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

(GROANS)

(HOWLING IN DISTANCE)

You!

(STRAINING) I should've
killed you the first time.

(STRAINING)

This is all your fault.
(PANTING)

Get over here.
Get over here.

(GRUNTING)

Get away. Get away.
Get away. Get away!

(COUGHING)

(SPITTING)

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

That's right. You better run!

(PANTING)

ARLO: Where am I?
Where's home?

Oh.

As long as you can
find the river,

you can find
your way home.

(STOMACH GROWLING)

(STRAINING)

(SHOUTING)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(GASPS)

(GRUNTS)

(STRAINING)

(PANTING)

(GROWLING IN DISTANCE)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(TRILLS)

(TRILLING)

(SIGHS)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(GROWLING)

(RUSTLING)
(GASPS)

(RUSTLING)

You again?

Get out of here.

(TRILLS)
(GASPS)

(GROWLING)

(SNORING)

(GROWLING)

(GROWLING

(CHOMPING)

Ugh!

(GROWLING)

(PANTING)

I told you to
stay away from me.

(GULPING)

I am still gonna
squeeze the life out of you.

But before I do,
can you find me
some more?

Uh, here, more of these.
You know...

(IMITATES GOBBLING)
(GROWLING)

No, stop.
What are you doing?

Hey, wait.
Can you take me
to the berries?

Where are you going?

I knew it.
I'm gonna die out here.
Because of you.

Hey. Hey.
What are you doing?
No, no, no. Stop!

(ARLO YELLS)

ARLO: Hey. Hey. No. Stop!

(SCREAMING)

Ooh.

Ow. Ow.

Why you little...
Come back here!

(SNIFFING)

(PANTING)

(GASPS) Berries!

ARLO: Oh!

(GRUNTING)

(CHUCKLES)
(GROWLING)

What's with you?
(CONTINUES GROWLING)

They're right here.
Crazy critter.

(SNARLING)
(SCREAMING)

(YELLING)

(GRUNTS)

(GASPS)
(HISSING AND SNARLING)

(GROWLING)

(ARLO YELLING)

(PANTING)

VOICE: Hello.
(GASPS)

Hello?

VOICE:
We've been watcing you.

(GASPS)

We thought
you were going to die,

but then you didn't.

(GASPS)

That creature protected you.

Why?
I don't know.

I'm going home. Do you know
how far Clawtooth Mountain is?

(CHIRPING)

Good idea. We want him.

Why?

Because it's terrifying
out here.

He can protect me
like my friends.

This is Fury.

He protects me
from the creatures
that crawl in the night.

This is Destructor.

She protects me
from mosquitoes.

This is Dream Crusher.

He protects me
from having unrealistic goals.

And this is Debbie.

(CHIRPING)

Yes, we need him.

What is his name?

A name? I don't know.

Hmm. Then I will
meditate on this.

Hmm...

I name him,
I keep him. Hmm...

Killer.

Hmm... Beast.

Hmm... Murderer.

Hmm...
Uh, Grubby!

Funeral Planner?
Uh, Cootie!

Hmm, Hemorrhoid.
Uh, Squirt!

Uh, Frank!
Stinky!

Maniac!
Funky!

Violet.
Spike!

Lunatic.
Spot!

Spot! Come here, Spot.
Come here!

He is named.
You clearly are connected.

Good for you.

On your path
to Clawtooth Mountain,

that creature will
keep you safe.

Don't ever lose him.
(CHIRPING)

No. No.
You can't have him, Debbie.

(GROWLING)
No, no, no. Debbie!

Debbie! Stop!
You're better than this!

No, no, no!
Come back! Debbie!

(BOTH LAUGH)

(SNIFFING)

(EXCLAIMING)

Where are you going?
I need to get home.

(EXCLAIMING)

(SQUEAKING)

(CHUCKLES)
(GROWLING)

(LAUGHING)

(BLOWS AIR)

(TRILLING)

(BLOWS AIR)

(TRILLING)

(LAUGHING)

(INHALES DEEPLY)

(BLOWS AIR)

(SQUEAKING)
(PANTING)

(BLOWS AIR FORCEFULLY)

(TRILLING)

(SQUEAKING)

(GIGGLES)

(SCREAMING)

(PANTING)

(ALL GROWLING)

(SIGHS)

Ow! (EXCLAIMING)

(GRUNTING)

(GASPING)

Huh?

(PANTING)

(PANTING)

(ARLO COUGHING)

(LAUGHING)

(SUCKING)

(SCREAMING)

(FLIES BUZZING)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(MOANING)

Ugh...

(SQUAWKING)

(CHUCKLES)

Spot, watch this.

Oh.

(BITING)

Huh? Huh?

(GIGGLES)

(BLOWS AIR)

I miss...

I miss my family.

Family.

That's me.

There's Libby.

And Buck.

And Momma.

And...

And Poppa.

Family.

(SNIFFING)

Huh?

You don't understand.
That's okay.

Yes. That's your family.

(SNIFFLES)

I miss him.

(HOWLING)

(CONTINUES HOWLING)

(BOTH HOWLING)

(SNORING)

(GRUNTING)

(BARKING)

Oh... (GROANS)

(YAWNING)

(SNIFFING)

(URINATING)

(URINATING STOPS)

(GASPS)

(URINATING CONTINUES)

(GASPS)

(WIND WHOOSHING)

(WIND HOWLING)

(GASPS)

We should stop.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Stop!

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

Arlo, move.

Run, Arlo!

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMING)

(SNIFFING)

Where's the river?

(STAMMERING)
I've lost the river.

ARLO: I'm never getting home.

I'm never getting home.

Help! Help! Help!

Aw, say,
friend, are you wounded?

No, I'm not hurt.

Oh, good.
Thank goodness for that.

Uh, Coldfront, Downpour,
keep looking for wounded folk.

Wait. I need to get home.
Clawtooth Mountain.

Uh... (CLICKING)
Clawtooth Mount...

Oh, you mean
the mountain range
with the three points.

Yes!
Yeah!

Oh, yeah, I've been there.
Uh, but you know, kid... Mmm.

You're not even close.
Still, I know the way.

My name's Arlo.

(LAUGHS)

I'm sorry. I just...
I used to have
a name like that once.

That was before
I started
following the storm!

The storm?

The storm swept me out.
I was afraid for my life,

but the storm
gave me a relevation.

And I wasn't scared anymore.

You mean a revelation?

No! A relevation. Okay?

I was at a real point.
You know?

And the storm
swept me up
to a real high point,

and then left me
at a higher relevation.

ARLO: Wow.

Yeah, wow.

That's when the storm
gave me

my new name because...
What do we say?

The storm provides.

The storm provides.
You can call me Thunderclap.

Thunderclap.
Can you help me get home?

Uh, yeah, well...
Uh, maybe. Oh!

But first we need
to check the area.

There's plenty of folks
in a bad way

after a storm like this,
don't you know?

Uh, Thunderclap,
I found someone!
Over there!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(CHITTERING)

You know,
we could use your help, friend.

Uh...

(GRUNTS)
(SHATTERING)

THUNDERCLAP:
Whoa! Yeah!
That is great!

(TRILLING)

(SQUEAKING)

It's a critter.

Ah! A freed critter.
Thanks to you.

(GASPS)

(GAGGING)

You know,
I just want to take a moment

and thank the storm
for this meal.

(GROWLING)

(SCREECHES) Don't think
you can mess with me.

I've seen
the eye of the storm!

And I forgot what fear is!

I'm not afraid of anything.

DOWNPOUR: No,
I didn't say you were.

Hey, where are you going,
friend?

I'm... I need to get home.

And I said
we would get you home.

(SNIFFS)

Friend, you have
a critter of your own.

Oh, I smell it. (TRILLING)
One of the juicy ones.

Where is it?

He's hiding. Over there
By that big rock.

(GASPS)

The storm provides.
No!

Spot!
THUNDERCLAP: Get him!

(THUNDERCLAP AND
DOWNPOUR LAUGHING)

THUNDERCLAP:
Hey, slow down.

There's no place to hide,
yellow belly.

DOWNPOUR:
Come back with that critter!

ARLO: Help! Help!

(PTERODACTYLS SCREECHING)

Help!

(SCREAMS)
(ROARING)

(SCREAMING)

(ROARING)

(GROWLING)
(SCREECHING)

(ROARING)

(ROARING)

(ARLO BREATHING SHAKILY)

Hey, you okay, kid?
Yes.

I hate those kind.
Lying sons of crawdads
picking on a kid.

(GASPS)

(PANTING)

Well, ain't you
just the cutest thing.

(SNIFFS)

He likes you.

(CHUCKLING)
Imagine that, Ramsey.
Even with your stinky face.

Nash! Boundaries.
This is my personal bubble.

Nah, that ain't your bubble.
This is your bubble.

(GRUNTIING)

Nash, get out
of your sister's bubble.

You got no business
being out there.

Yes, sir. I don't.
I'm trying to get home,
but I lost the river.

Please, my momma needs me.

Take it easy, kid.

Do you know
where the river is?

What river?
There's tons of rivers
around these parts.

By Clawtooth Mountain.
It has three points.

Don't know that one.

We're heading south
to a watering hole.

Come with us.
Someone there might help you.

We ain't got time
for babysitting,

we got longhorns
to round up.

My genius brother
lost our herd in one day.

I did not lose them,
Ramsey.

How many times
I got to tell you this?
They just wandered off.

We still got to find them.
We can't help you, kid.

Wait! But what if
we could help you?

Spot can sniff out anything.
I've seen him do it.

He can find your longhorns.

Come on, Spot.
Sniff it out, boy.

(SNIFFING)

ARLO: Good boy, Spot.

(GROANS)

He's got something.

Aw, dang.

Hey, kid,
if you're pulling my leg,
I'm gonna eat yours.

(SPOT BARKING)

(PANTING)

RAMSEY: He found the herd.
Whoo-whee! We got 'em.

Wait, do longhorns have feathers?

Rustlers.

Rustlers?

We got to move.

Yah!

(GULPS)

I don't see any rustlers.

They're out there.

So, how far did you say
that watering hole was?

I got a job for you.

I'm not really good at jobs.

I need you
to keep on the dodge,
and sidle up the loblolly,

past them hornheads
just hooting and a hollering,

and score off them rustlers.

We'll cut dirt
and get the bulge on them.

What?

He just wants you
to get on that rock
and scream.

Uh, but who's out there?

They'll come right at you.
You hold your ground.
Don't move.

Don't move?
But what if they have
claws and big teeth?

Don't overthink it.

(LONGHORNS SNORTING)

(CLEARS THROAT AND GULPS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SQUEAKING WEAKLY)

(SQUEAKING WEAKLY)

(SCREAMING)

Howdy.
(SCREAMS)

(GROWLING)

What are you up to, boy?
(STUTTERING) Nothing.

Nothing? Oh!
what's your name?

(STUTTERING) Uh, Arlo.

Well, (STUTTERING) Arlo,

you don't look like
you're doing nothing.

What's he look like
he's doing to you, Lurleane?

Oh, come on, Bubbha.
Ask me.

Ask me what I think
they're doing.

Pervis, shut your mouth!

(WHIMPERS)

Ah, looks like he's trespassing.

And what do we do
with trespassers?
Tell 'em, Earl.

We kill them!

(ROARING)
(GASPS)

(SCREECHING)

(GROWLING)

I got you!

(LONGHORNS BELLOWING)

Nash, the herd! Yah! Yah!

Yah! Giddy up! Come on now.
Giddy up. Yah!

Watch out!

(GROANING)

Nobody steals our longhorns.

Finders keepers.

Yee-ha!
(ROARING)

(BARKING)

Come on now.
Momma wants to play with you.

(GROWLING)

I know you're there.
I can smell you.

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTING)

(LAUGHING)

(ARLO GRUNTING)

Oh.

Oh, shoot!
That's my favorite tooth!

I'm gonna love ending you!

(BOTH SHRIEKING)

(RUSTLERS EXCLAIMING)
(GROWLING)

(ALL ROARING)

(YELLING)

Come on,
we got to drive
this herd out of here.

Yah! Come on now.

(HARMONICA PLAYING)

(SNARLING)
(RAMSEY LAUGHING)

Aren't you the cutest?

You and that critter
showed real grit today.

We could use that critter.
How about we trade?

I'll give you
my harmonica for him.

Thanks,
but Spot ain't for trading.

Come here, Spot.
Come here.

(PANTING)

(WHISTLES) Your loss.

That's a good one.
Gonna scar up real good.

That's nothing. Look at this!
I run into 15 outlaw stegos.

They're all bigger than me
and meaner than me.

What happened?

Fought 'em off, of course.
Was winning too.

Then one gets
his dang spikey tail
stuck in my foot and pulls!

Whoa.
Still can't fill my toes.

(BLOWS AIR)

(COUGHS)
RAMSEY: Which comes in handy

when you're kicking piles of bull...

She's jealous.

Jealous? Ha!

Once a stampede of longhorns
was coming right at me,

but my tail was stuck
between a rock
and a hard place.

I was dead for sure.
So I chewed the dang thing off!

NASH: Who does that?

Nobody does that!
(ALL LAUGHING)

You're crazy!

I'm surprised
you don't have one
right across your face.

Butch, how'd you
get your scar?

I don't know
if you're ready
for that story.

I can take it.

Oh, yeah.
You've got to tell him, Pa!
That's a good one!

(CLEARS THROAT)

(COUGHS)

It was 100 degrees
in the shade.

I walked for five days
with no water.

Then I saw it.
A pretty pond.

I bent down to take a drink,

when these crocs
launched out of the water.

One croc bit me
on the face.

Ain't no way
I wasn't its supper
except for one thing,

I wasn't ready for dying
that day.

I bit one croc in half,
tail-whipped the other,

and the last one...

Well, I drowned that croc
in my own blood.

Whoa.
BOTH: Dang!

Ooh! Look, look,
gives me little goosies
every time.

I love that story!

(GASPS) Show him your souvenir.

Ain't that just too good?

Can I touch it this time?
No.

Huh. You guys would have
liked my poppa.

He wasn't scared of anything.

(SIGHS)
I'm done being scared.

Who said I'm not scared?

But you took on a croc!

And I was scared
doing it.

If you ain't scared of a croc
biting you on the face,

you ain't alive.

Listen, kid,

you can't get riid of fear.
It's like Mother Nature,

you can't beat her
or outrun her,
but you can get through it.

You can find out
what you're made of.

The first snow.

It's early this year.

And I got to get home
to Momma.

We'll get you
to that watering hole.

A deal's a deal.
At first light, we ride.

Let's go!
Yah!

Hey, kid, head 'em off
before those longhorns split.

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMING)

(TAIL LASHING)

(GRUNTING)

(CHUCKLES) Yah!

There it is!

Clawtooth Mountain!
There's home!

BOTH: Whoo-whee!

We've got to drive this herd
down south.

You hurry on
back to your momma.
And don't stop for nothing!

Thanks!
I sure appreciate you
looking out for me!

You'll be all right.
You're one tough kid.

(LAUGHS)

Oh!

(GRUNTS)

(LAUGHING)

(BOTH SCREAMING)

(BOHT HOWLING)

Whoa!

SPOT: Whoo-hoo!

(SPOT LAUGHING)

(SPOT LAUGHING)

Whoo!

(PANTING)

Whoa.

Wow.

(PANTING)

It's so close.
We're almost there, Spot!

(HOWLING)

(HOWLING)

(CHUCKLES)

(HOWLING IN DISTANCE)

(HOWLING)

(HOWLING IN DISTANCE)

(SNIFFS)

We need to get home,

ARLO: You're gonna
love it, Spot.

You'll have
a warm place to sleep.
Right next to me.

And all the corn
you can eat.

There's lots of space
to run around.

It'll be your farm, too.

We'll all look
after it together.

I can't.

(GASPS)

(LAUGHTER)

(GRUNTS)

(SCREECHING)

(EXCLAIMING)

(THUNDER CRASHING)
(SCREECHING)

(ARLO GRUNTS)

(GROWLING)

No!

Spot!

(SCREECHING)

Spot!

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTS)

Spot!

(SPOT HOWLING)

(SOBBING) No! Spot!

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

Poppa?

Poppa?

You're alive?

(STUTTERING)
I can't believe it. It's you.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

My friend! Spot!

He helped me
and now he's in trouble.

We have to go back.

Poppa, stop.

Stop!

Poppa?

You're not here.

I'm scared.

But Spot needs me.

I blamed him
for what happened to you,
but it wasn't his fault.

So I got to go
and help him.

(SNIFFLES)

Because I love him.

I knew you had it
in you.

You're me and more.

Now go take care
of that critter.

(CREAKING)

(STRAINING)

(HOWLING)

(HOWLING)

(HOWLING)

(SPOT HOWLING)

(SPOT HOWLING)

Back off!
(BARKING)

Well, look who got relevated.

(SCREECHING)

(GRUNTS)
(SPOT SHOUTING)

Go get him.
(SCREECHING)

(GRUNTING)

(PTERODACTYLS LAUGHING)

Spot.

(WAILING)

Spot!

(GASPS)

(GRUNTS)

(CACKLING)

(GRUNTS)
(TREE CREAKING)

(SPOT WAILING)

The storm provides.

(GRUNTS)

(ROARING)

(GROWLS)

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTS)

(RUMBLING IN DISTANCE)

Spot!

Spot!

(SCREAMING)

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

(GASPS) Spot!

(PANTING)

(ARLO GASPS)

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

(PANTS AND GRUNTS)

(GASPING)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

(BLOWS AIR SOFTLY)

(COUGHING)

(SIGHS)

We're home, Spot.

(HOWLING IN DISTANCE)

(HOWLING)

(SPOT SNIFFING)

(SNIFFS)

(SNIFFS)

(SNIFFING)

(SIGHS)

(HOWLING)

(HOWLING)

Henry?

(GASPING)

Arlo.

MOMMA: Arlo!

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