[Chattering]
[Male voice] Hold on there, boys.
[Chuckles] That's no way to go about it.
Come on up and rest your feet a spell.
You know, just because us bootle beetles is half-pints
don't mean we have to starve.
Uh, listen close, boys,
and I'll tell you a story about another little fella.
Er, uh, he had his troubles too.
Huh?
[Sputtering]
Yep.
The story of Morris the midget moose.
[Chuckling]
Now, Morris was four years old and should have been full-grown.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't grow an inch.
Morris loved to romp and play with the big moose.
But it was just no use.
- He was too little. - [Sobbing]
But that wasn't the worst of his troubles.
Mealtime presented quite a problem too.
[Blowing bubbles]
Poor little Morris.
The poor little fellow was the laughingstock of the moose tribe.
But then came the big day when all the moose gathered together
to challenge Thunderclap, the champion,
for the leadership of the tribe.
Oh, this was to be a gala day.
[Bellowing]
And finally, there it was,
the call of the mighty champion, Thunderclap.
- He was ready for the challengers. - [Snorting]
Every brave bull of the tribe was there to get his crack at the champion.
Uh, all except poor little Morris.
Suddenly Morris realized that his antlers were as big as any of them.
So he rushed over and took his place at the end of the line
to challenge Thunderclap.
He even stood on his tiptoes to make himself look taller.
[Grunting]
One by one, Thunderclap defeated his challengers.
And at last it was Morris' turn.
- [Blubbering] - [Laughter]
[Snarling]
[Laughter]
[Bellowing, laughing]
[Old beetle] This seemed about the end of everything to poor little Morris.
But watching nearby, from a safe distance,
was a moose named Balsam.
Psst. Psst.
- [old beetle] Balsam said to Morris... - [made-up language]
Ha-ha. That's moose talk.
What he meant to say was, "No matter how sad you are,
I'm even sadder.
If you promise not to laugh, I'll show you why. "
Yep. There was that great big moose
with the tiniest little antlers you ever saw.
Morris forgot his own troubles.
And right there started a fast friendship.
Now, at last, little Morris could eat all the tender leaves.
He could even jump in... Whoa!
"Why, it's only us," said Balsam.
Now no one could tell that Balsam and Morris weren't
just one big powerful moose.
Not even Thunderclap.
[Bellowing]
[Ringing]
- Moooo. - Moooo.
[Bellowing]
[Crashing]
[Bellowing, laughing]
[Roaring, mumbling]
[Screaming]
[Old beetle] Well, sir, that was the end of Thunderclap.
He was never heard from again.
Well, boys, the moral of the story is,
two heads is better than one.
Might be...
[chuckling]
...three heads is better than one.