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[Baloo] OK, Becky. I'm going into town for your hair ribbons and flypaper.
- Typewriter ribbons and carbon paper. - Whatever.
Wait a minute. I need to ask a few questions.
- How are you feeling? - Fine.
No fever? Any coughing? Stick out your tongue.
Blaagh!
Looks OK. But if you start to feel sick, I want to be the first to know.
Becky, I didn't know you cared.
- [sneezes] - You said you were fine.
Jeez Louise! It was just a little sneeze. What's with you?
This week's issue of Fly Boy magazine.
You read about the pilot who had hiccups and crashed into a mountain?
- So? - So what if you sneeze, crash and burn?
I can't put the Sea Duck in jeopardy.
You're going to the doctor for a complete check-up.
Because of a little sneeze?
Baloo, you're going and I won't take no for an answer.
[Kit imitates machine gun]
Enemy at three o'clock.
Hard rudder! Pull up! Pull up!
Uh-oh. I broke Baloo's new gyrocompass. He's gonna kill me.
I'd better get this fixed before he gets back.
[Kit] So, Doctor, can you fix it?
[Doctor] Without a doubt. Definitely. No maybes about it.
- [chuckles] - [Kit] Oh, you're saving my life.
- Good. The X-rays are ready. Ooh. - Can I see?
Uh-uh. Don't touch, don't touch. X-rays are very delicate.
You might smudge them.
Oh, my. Oh, oh, oh, my.
This is one sickly Googleschlocker gyrocompass.
But don't worry. Maybe I can fix it.
Wait. You said no maybes about it.
Well, I found a maybe. The humionoodle is kaput.
Young fella, I won't beat around the bush.
You'd better leave the Googleschlocker here with me.
Becky, your worries are over.
Except for a few test results he's waiting for,
the doc says I am one airworthy bear.
Excellent, Baloo. What a relief to know the Sea Duck...
I mean, you're OK.
And I'll bet you thought I forgot your paper-wrapped chicken and spare ribs.
That was carbon paper and typewriter ribbons.
Well, no nutritional value there.
Why me?
[phone rings]
Higher For Hire. If you're buying, we're flying.
This is Dr. O'Myer.
I have some news. I think you'd better sit down.
- I am sitting. - Then you'd better stand up.
- OK. I'm standing. - Good. Now, sit down.
It's bad news. Worse than I thought.
- Worse? - Let me put it this way...
- Knock, knock. - Who's there?
- Ima. - Ima who?
I'm afraid the patient's time is up. This is one bad Googleschlocker.
- Is there anything I can do? - You could sell me the spare parts.
[gasps] What... Oh!
I can't believe it. Baloo.
Poor Baloo.
Hey, Becky! I was thinking, if you're not gonna eat those spare ribs...
Baloo, I have something important to tell you.
I... I think you'd better sit down.
- I am sitting. - Then stand up.
- Why? - I don't know why.
Because this is what you do when you have bad news.
Oh. What's wrong?
Baloo, you know how you've been thinking
of ordering a lifetime's subscription to Fly Boy magazine?
Well, I'd go with a week to week if I were you.
Huh?
Right... Let me try this another way.
Remember how you said no birthday party will ever top last year's?
- Yeah. - Well... I think you're right.
Becky, you're spinning your propeller, but you're not getting anywhere.
Now, why don't you just spit it out?
OK. Your doctor called. It's bad. The worst.
Are you saying I'm heading for the last take-off?
Taking the final nose-dive?
Parachuting without a parachute?
Yes! You're dying! [Sobs]
Baloo, if there's anything I can do...
Anything at all.
I'm a goner. A solid goner.
But, hey, it's been a good life.
I got no regrets.
I've done everything I ever wanted to do. Except for...
Say, what's to stop me now?
[sobs]
- [door opens] - Oh! Baloo.
Something's... in my eye. What can I do for you?
I have one last favor to ask.
Name it. You got it. Anything.
I wanna fly the Sea Duck into the Bearmuda Trapezoid.
- Whoa, time out! No way, Jose. - What happened to "anything"?
The Bearmuda Trapezoid is terrifying. People fly in, but they don't fly out.
OK. So no pilot's ever made it out alive.
I'm barely alive anyway.
If I do make it out, I'll go down in history.
Like Wilbur and Orville, the Kitty Hawk kids.
Amelia Airhead. Oscar Wiggerstomper.
Who's Oscar Wiggerstomper?
Hah! See? He never did anything historic.
But if you don't make it back, the Sea Duck's history and so is my business.
Oh, hasn't old Baloo always brought her back
the same mean, clean flying machine?
Of course. How shallow of me.
What's the value of the Sea Duck compared to a dream?
Go, Baloo. Make history.
Don't give the Sea Duck another thought.
Thanks, Becky.
All Freight Insurance? Does the Sea Duck's policy cover disappearances?
Good. Double my coverage.
I don't get it, Baloo. Why are we pitching horseshoes?
I don't want you to grow up and say,
"Gee, old Baloo and I never pitched horseshoes."
Why would I say that? This is stupid.
Now, Lil' Britches, I never want you to sass your elders,
forget to say your prayers or let your cornflakes get soggy.
Yeah, I promise. But this is still stupid.
Maybe. But someday, when you're President or something,
you'll wish you were back playing horseshoes with your old buddy.
Oh, be real! Presidents have better things to do than play horseshoes.
Well, Backers, this is it.
[Rebecca sniffs]
I guess so.
The big goodbye. The last so-long.
The final toodle-oo.
Nah. This is our chance to be famous.
Higher For Hire will have the only pilot
who made it back from the Bearmuda Trapezoid.
Of course, Baloo. You're right.
You'll be back. I know it.
[sobbing]
Sheesh! I hate messy goodbyes.
Hey! What's this ad for a pilot doing in Fly Boy magazine, Miss Cunningham?
Are you replacing Baloo?
I'm afraid I have to, Kit.
How could you? Where is he? Where's the Sea Duck?
Sit down, Kit. There's something you should know.
Baloo...
Baloo's got a busted Googleschlocker.
[sobs]
[gulps] Uh-oh. You know?
Of course I know. How do you know?
I'm the one who broke it.
You? How?
I didn't mean to. I was playing Scarf and Goggles and it fell out.
Stop! I don't want to hear the gory details.
It's bad enough Dr. O'Myer said there's nothing he can do.
Oh, no! Now what?
Maybe I can get a spare in the junkyard.
This is a life organ! Not some part on an airplane.
Yes, it is. Right next to the flopperdat.
It is? You mean... Oh, thank heaven!
I thought Baloo was dying.
He'll be so relieved to find out.
Where is he? He shouldn't be flying without that gyrocompass.
He's flying through the Bearmuda Trapezoid.
I've got to let him know he's not dying before he kills himself.
[Baloo] Sheesh! Visibility's less than zero going through this muck.
Lucky I got my trusty Google... Huh?! It's missing!
Maybe I ought to turn around.
There's no way to navigate through this pea soup.
I'll give it my best shot and if| don't make it...
Shoot, I'm shot anyhow.
Baloo! Can you hear me? Baloo?
No way you're talking me out of this, Becky.
- You don't understand... - What's happening'?
Whoa!
- Baloo, can you hear me? - Baloo!
We've got to find where Baloo went down.
Mountain visual on the clock!
I don't think so, Kit. We should be getting there before noon.
- Any minute now, in fact. - I'm gonna die!
[Kit and Rebecca scream]
Baloo may be the only one who gets out of this alive.
[male voice] Oh, yes, yes. This will do nicely.
Look, I don't know who you are, fella, but I'm warning you...
You better not ruffle one feather of the Sea Duck.
You are in no position to be giving orders, my friend.
But come along. I'll show you what I'm going to do with your Sea Duck.
My Titanium Turkey is the eighth wonder of the world.
It will revolutionize air travel
and I only need one more device to complete my beautiful bird.
The Googleschlocker gyrocompass from your plane.
[laughs] Tough luck, bigshot. I don't have one.
Very well. Then I'll fly without
and take your plane along as a lifeboat.
What happens to me?
Don't worry. I'm merely going to lock you up...
for the rest of your life.
[Baloo] Considering my condition, that shouldn't be long.
- Get in! - OK!
But quit poking me with that thing. You're as bad as my doctor.
Why, you're Amelia Airhead.
And the Kitty Hawk Kids. And Charles Lamburger.
All famous pilots who disappeared in the Bearmuda Trapezoid.
You I don't recognize.
Oh. Well, no one ever does. I'm Oscar Wiggerstomper.
[Wildcat] The way planes disappear in the Bearmuda Trapezoid
is just like my washing machine.
I put two socks in, only one comes back.
- I've been working on the problem. - Really? My missing socks?
No. The planes that have disappeared.
If they were all flying according to regulations,
they must have vanished at 10,000 feet.
- So? - If we come in low, we might make it.
But that's an improper method of flying.
Flight regulations strictly forbid...
Miss Cunningham, it might be our only chance.
[Kit] OK, Wildcat, bring her in low.
- Okey-dokey, Kit. - [Rebecca yells] I'm gonna die!
That was a little too low, Wildcat.
Yes, but refreshing, wasn't it?
Look out for that island!
- This island? - Come on. Let's go see where we are.
- Look. Somebody's over there. - Is it Baloo?
Not unless he's been overdoing it on the ice cream sundaes. Let's follow 'em.
[Kit gasps] Wow! That is one major airplane.
[Rebecca] Look, he's got the Sea Duck. Baloo might still be alive.
Hey, I recognize that guy.
He was laughed out of the airplane biz.
- He's a comedian? - No. He's Howard Huge.
The famous airplane designer.
But his designs got weird and they gave him the axe.
He's a lumberjack?
Looks like he's been kidnapping planes to use the parts to make that one.
Yeah. He probably thinks that big plane will make him a bigshot again.
- Better to be a bigshot than be shot. - Huh?
I knew it! I am gonna die.
[Huge] Enjoy your stay in my little hotel.
You know, in 20 years no one's checked out yet.
- Baloo! - Papa Bear!
What are you doing here?
- We followed you. - Oh, you guys shouldn't have come.
You've got your whole lives ahead of you.
Me? I've just got a few grains of sand in the hourglass of life.
You're wrong, Baloo. There's been a big misunderstanding.
- [rumbling] - What was that?
Huge is testing the engines of the Titanium Turkey. He's gonna leave.
Oh, my gosh. That means we'll be stuck here forever.
Not if| can help it.
This is a Cabin Cruiser 107.
I remember there was something weird about the design.
The way the drapes clash with the seat covers?
Seats! That was it.
This plane was built with a secret emergency exit under one of the seats.
Find it and we're outta here.
Why would anyone hide an emergency exit under a seat?
'Cause it's too hard climbing through the luggage compartment?
Wildcat, if we make it back home safely, get therapy.
I hope we find a way out soon.
- I don't have much time left. - Is your watch busted?
No, not exactly. I'm gonna die, Wildcat.
- Everyone says that lately. - Who else?
Miss Cunningham. All the way here she screamed, "I'm gonna die!"
How mow! That must be the misunderstanding.
Becky's a goner too.
You guys really are dying? No kidding? The real thing?
Yup. And here I've been so concerned about my candle burning down,
I didn't notice Becky's being snuffed out.
I'm gonna do right by that little gal as long as she's got some wick left.
Wait. Are you guys dying or running out of wax?
That exit's gotta be here some place.
Oh, here. Let me help you, Becky.
Why don't you just sit a spell?
This is no time to sit. We have work to do.
Oh, so unselfish.
- Even at the end of your rope. - [Kit] I found it!
Nice going, Lil' Britches. Now, let's help these others bail out.
[Kit] We gotta get back to the Sea Duck.
That's gonna be tough with Huge's sidekicks packing those peashooters.
Difficult, but not impossible. Never say die, Baloo.
Oh, Becky. Your optimism is posi-Iutely inspiring.
Oh, yippee kioki-yay!
At last my fabulous Titanium Turkey
is ready for its maiden voyage.
What's he doing with the Sea Duck?
Using it for some kind of lifeboat.
That Turkey needs a lifeboat.
Breaks about 17 laws of aerodynamic theory.
We've got to stop that porko pilot.
And old Baloo's got an idea how.
One whiff of this finger-|ickin' chicken and Huge will come a-running.
- It isn't working. - Turn up the fan.
I don't get it. Is his nose stuffed up?
Oh, yummy-yums!
Choco Thriller!
Oh, I haven't had one in years.
So much for my never-fail sauce. Let's go.
Can you make the climb, Becky? I mean, in your condition an' all.
- I happen to be in perfect condition. - Of course you are.
Let's see if this lead canary can flap its wings.
Stop! You... You Turkey thieves!
What terrific scenery. I wonder why it stopped.
Because we've stopped.
Impossible. A plane can't stop in mid air. The manual explicitly says...
It's Huge!
Hah! Try and steal my Turkey, will they?
Fat, pardon the expression, chance.
We have a fatal attraction.
- [Rebecca] Do something, Baloo! - I'm trying.
She won't budge. It's that magnet.
Too bad we don't have a magnet of our own to counteract it.
What if we patched into the electrical system
and ran a current through the hull?
That would turn this turkey into a magnet.
Wildcat, that's a great idea.
- Yeah. What is? - I'll go find some wire.
[Rebecca] I don't think we're gonna make it.
What a lousy break.
To have it end like this when there's only a few days left anyhow.
Gun the engine, Papa Bear.
[Kit] Oh, no! The magnets are attracting each other. We got it backwards!
Backwards?
Opposite poles attract, like poles repel.
You gotta... [gulps] flip this plane backwards.
Baloo, don't you dare!
Sorry, Becky. Everybody hang on.
- Ready, Kit? - Roger that.
- Flaps wide open? - Check.
- Accelerate the accelerator. - Check.
- Radiate the radiator. - Check.
- Escalate the escalator. - Check.
This is the only way to fly.
Hang on. We're about to flip like a flapjack.
Oh, pooh! I've lost the Turkey.
Now all I have is leftovers.
[yelling]
Baloo, I order you to straighten this out and fly right.
What's the use? We're goners anyhow.
No, it was a misunderstanding. You're not dying.
I'm not? Well, what about you?
No, of course not.
You mean, we're both gonna live?
Not if you don't get control of this stupid plane!
[Rebecca] Yes. Good.
Well, thanks for calling, officer.
That was the Air Police. They're arrested Howard Huge
and reunited the pilots with their families.
Well, doesn't that warm the cockpit of your heart?
And speaking of warm,
that's how I feel knowing you risked your life to save mine.
Well, you have your faults, Baloo, but you're pretty special.
And you were right. I knew you'd make it back.
There was never any doubt.
Uh, excuse me. Pardon me.
Is that pilot position still available?
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