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BALOO: (READING) "As the decisive battle of the Great War raged on",
"the Squadron of Seven found themselves outnumbered 10 to one.
"Squadron leader Rick Sky"
"grinned and told his men it was time to earn their pay."
"The seven brave men fought valiantly."
"One by one, their adversaries dropped liked flies."
Man, oh man.
What I would've given to be Rick's wingman.
To have flown with the greatest.
(MIMICKING GUNFIRE)
(GUNFIRE)
So, Baloo, you don't even know enough to come in out of the rain, eh?
Sorry, Karnie. But I'm not carrying any cargo this time.
Will ya take a rain check?
Enough of your witless witticisms!
Cargo or no, kiss your ailerons goodbye.
(CHUCKLING) Karnie'll never find me in here.
Hey, I'll never find me in here.
Ahoy there!
(COUGHING) Knew I shoulda brought my umbrella.
My men! Did you pick up my men?
Maybe they got through! Must check with Search and Rescue!
(COUGHING) Do you think maybe we can talk inside?
It's gettin' a little damp out here!
(PANTING) I say, old man, thanks for hopping down to fish me out.
(GASPING) Wow!
I haven't seen a flight jacket like that in years.
I just bought it last month at the PX. Here, want it?
- Ah, no, I can't. Can I? - Go on.
Just my way of saying thanks for savin' my hide.
(PLANE DRONING)
Hey, we better make air-tracks.
I've got a couple of guys on my tail.
(CHUCKLING) I say, don't we all?
BALOO: I don't mean ta be nosey,
but what were you doin' out there in the middle of nowhere?
RICK: Last I remember,
my men and I were hauling a shipment of silver for the war effort,
then we ran into this blasted snowstorm.
War? What war?
The Great War.
Surely, you heard of it. Made all the papers.
Uh, the Great War ended 20 years ago.
(CHUCKLING) You're pulling my ripcord, right?
Just who are you?
Where are my manners?
Captain Rick Sky, leader of the Squadron of Seven.
(LAUGHING) Oh, yeah, right.
And I'm Amelia Bearhart, (LAUGHING) Leader of the loonies.
I tell you, I am Rick Sky.
Ah, get outta here. Sky would be at least 50, now.
Besides, I don't think you want to be him.
And why's that?
Because when he didn't return from his last mission,
everyone figured he and his men stole the silver treasure.
So, Baloo wants to play games?
Here, let me give you a hand.
BALOO: Wait!
(YELLING)
(BALOO YELLING)
Handles quite nicely.
(BALOO YELLING)
(WEARILY) Baloo, you dare to cross Karnage?
Ah, you naughty, naughty boy!
You will regret this (GULPING) as soon as I find you.
Man, oh, man! I've never seen anyone fly like that.
You really are...
Nah, you can't be, can you?
Now, what's this bloody rubbish about my squadron stealing the silver?
Aw, Baloo, so what if he says he's Rick Sky?
Maybe he's got comic books like you do!
I tell you, this guy's up to something!
I say, careful, or he might hear you.
Oh, she doesn't mean it.
She always gets this way, (CHUCKLING) always.
It's all right.
Madam.
Now look what you did. You hurt his feelings.
Oh, feeling's shmeelings.
There's something fishy going on.
Uh, Wildcat, watch where you're going!
Sorry, Ms. Cunningham.
Just brought over some spare gizmos like you asked.
Gonna fix up the Duck as spic as a new born span.
Besides, even if he were Rick Sky, he'd still be a thief.
Hey! It just so happens he was awarded the Distinguished Flying Cross.
Look, just get to work.
You still have a shipment of fireworks to load and deliver.
Don't over-rev your engines, lady.
- I'll get right on it. - (METAL CLANGING)
Wildcat, could you get right on it?
(HEAVING)
Baloo,
I said for you to load the fireworks.
I've got someone to talk to.
But Wildcat will...
RICK: (SIGHING) It's all changed.
My men are gone. People think I stole the silver...
Is it true you shot down 37 planes?
Thirty-eight, counting me.
What, you shot yourself down?
(CHUCKLING) Must've been awful anxious for a dogfight.
My men and I were on patrol
when several of the enemy sneaked in
and started making sauerkraut of the city.
Well, we dropped on them with guns singing.
Yes, the dodgers didn't know what hit 'em.
Unfortunately, some of my strays ricocheted off bedrock
and cut a line straight up my belly.
Quite embarrassing, actually.
I remember that battle!
That's how you earned your Flying Cross.
And now no one believes me.
I do.
Thanks. But I'm afraid that's not enough.
I can't rest until I've restored the honor of the squadron.
Becky, you seen Rick?
You mean that imposter?
He rushed out of here a few minutes ago.
Imposter! Imposter!
Huh, he's not an imposter.
Why, you won't even give a joe a chance to...
(PLANE DRONING)
The Sea Duck!
Just when I almost believed...
I'm sorry I had to be right about him, Baloo.
There is no Rick Sky.
Yeah, hey! I never believed in the first place.
The rat's log book!
I loaded up all the fireworks...
(COUGHING) ...what was left of them.
Hey, look at this,
the last entry was made 20 years ago.
Like, that was nearly two decades ago...
Well, you know, practically, sort of.
You know, if this guy really were Rick Sky...
Baloo!
Well, I just meant that if he thought he were,
he might retrace his last flight.
All I have to do is...
Oh, but where am I gonna find the wings to go after him?
Well, uh, I can slap together a plane in two hours with the parts I got.
And since I only have half the parts, it should take only half as long.
Will it fly?
(LAUGHING)
Will it fly? Will it fly? Might.
(ENGINE SPUTTERING)
Hmm, this baby can definitely use a tune up.
Hate to do this to a chum. I've got no choice.
I can't let my men down.
(PLANE DRONING)
- (GUNFIRE) - So, Baloo, you come back?
Now it is time to pay the pirate.
BALOO: Oh, no! That idiot! He steals my plane!
He gets himself captured by pirates!
What else could go wrong?
- (THUMP) - (WHISPERING)
Yes, yes, I, too, have the suspicion that someone is flying above us.
Well, I guess I can't count on the element of surprise anymore.
Phew! This calls for a little evasive action.
I must have a talk with Wildcat when I get back.
Uh, just what I always wanted.
A plane with its own basement.
(YELLING)
(GULPING) Reminds me,
I was supposed to pick Becky up a pound of ground round.
(SIGHING) There, that wasn't so bad.
(YELLING)
Whoa!
(YELLING)
Oh, only an idiot would go in there.
Might as well get started.
(HUMMING)
Gonna have to take a bath when I get home.
And it's only Monday.
Hmm, must be Karnie's room.
(MOCKING KARNAGE) Take this, and that, and this again!
- (LAUGHING) - Your turkey lunch, Captain.
Ugh! Would you have preferred the ham instead?
Mmm, I thought I heard a noise.
Mad Dog, go inside and find out what it is.
You sure you wouldn't like to go? (STAMMERING) It is your room.
And you may not have tidied up...
Get inside, flea brain!
(MOANING)
What is this?
- (WHISPERING) - I know they are bones.
Karnage's food has been (STAMMERING) nibbled!
And I suspect the nibbler may be very nearby, sf?
(MUNCHING)
RICK: Ow.
Lose something?
Don't you go anywhere! I'll be right down...
(YELLING)
I say, can I give you a hand?
No, but maybe I can give you a fist!
I see you're upset about the plane.
I'm sorry, but I will not rest until I find the silver
and restore the honor to my squadron.
You must understand.
Quit with the lying baloney.
If you were Rick Sky, how come you got caught so easy?
You were only outnumbered 10 to one.
That was your fault.
You didn't tell me your blasted plane had no guns.
Imagine my surprise.
Well, if I'd known you were gonna steal it, I'd have put some on for ya!
That's perfectly all right. Apology accepted.
Now, what say we get out of here?
Now, just 'cause I'm helpin' you skedaddle,
doesn't mean you're off the hook.
If you're so angry, why don't you just leave me to the pirates?
Because even a low-down, no-good, stinkin' snake deserves better than that.
(LAUGHING) Thanks, I suspected you liked me all along.
Umph!
Baloo to Karnie, Baloo to Karnie...
Baloo? I have your plane, you know. It's a lovely...
Hey, what are you doing unblown up?
BALOO: Didn't want to miss the big surprise attack
being thrown in your honor.
KARNAGE: Surprise attack?
(WHISPERING)
KARNAGE: Wait. I see no attack.
Maybe Baloo thinks
he can pull the steel wool over Karnage's eyes, yes, no?
Sounds like old Karnie's still fl yin' one taco short of a combination plate.
Come on, back to the Duck!
(EXPLOSION)
Nyah-nyah, missed me.
(YELLING)
We are under attack! Fire!
(WHISPERING)
Yes, I see nothing either, too.
That is why we must shoot everything not in sight.
- (ENGINE STARTING) - The hangar! It was a trick!
Stop them!
Seems like we have some uninvited guests.
Bit of a sticky wicket, whot?
When it looks bad, there's only one way to go.
Up.
Rather a squeeze. Try banking her in at 30 degrees.
(LAUGHING) Well done!
Now, how about I toss you out the window, you thief?
Do to me as you wish, but never say I'm a thief.
No? Because of you, I lost my cargo,
I've got pirates up my exhaust pipe,
and if they don't kill me, Becky will!
No thief, huh?
No. No thief.
Take this. I know it won't replace what you've lost,
but it's all I have.
BALOO: The Flying Cross!
Hey. You really are Rick Sky.
Yes, we seemed to have covered that subject.
Now we're back on, will you throw me out or not?
Nah. And I don't want your medal, either.
Hey, ever since I was a kid, all I ever wanted to do was fly with you.
I never wanted anything else.
Look, old man. It'll mean heading right back through the pirates.
We probably won't make it home alive.
(CHUCKLING) Hey, we've been in sticky wickets before, hey, whot?
RICK: There, the White Cliffs of Rover.
Last I recall, this is where I last recalled.
I say, there! Two o'clock, low!
My plane!
Did you get a load of that?
What? I say, you look like you've just seen a ghost.
I may have.
BALOO: Friends of yours?
Yes, and looking quite well, considering.
- But how? - The snowstorm, of course!
We must've frozen.
Somehow, I thawed out and floated out to sea.
A regular chip off the old block.
Well, they're sure in there solid, all right.
(CRACKING)
Come on, papa needs a new pair of shoes.
Phew! Talk about them icy fingers of death.
RICK: Scott,
Johnny,
Reggi...
I say. Captain, who's that old geezer?
Men, meet Baloo.
If it weren't for him, we might still be part of the scenery.
I'll explain everything later, Reg.
Right now, we have a job to do. Fall in!
We still have silver to deliver.
The honor of our squadron depends on it.
Captain! Incoming bogies.
(LAUGHING) Baloo,
| got you now!
Uh-oh, change in plans.
Baloo, you must deliver the silver,
we'll hold off the pirates.
But your old planes are no match for the pirates and their guns.
And you have no guns at all.
Look, I got you into this.
And now you're the only one who can get us out.
Take the silver, complete our mission. Please.
All right, men, it's time to earn our pay.
Hey, wait! Don't send me away.
I've wanted to fly with you guys all my life.
It's an order, Baloo.
- An order? - That's right.
You're part of the squadron now, so you can't refuse.
Then be careful.
There's five times as many of them as you.
I know it seems a tad unfair,
but we'll let them have the first shot.
(GIGGLING) This is a joke, yes?
Well, Karnage has a great sense of humor. Attack!
Scusi?
(GUNFIRE)
(CHUCKLING) | got him. | got him.
Where'd he go?
Now you've really got Karnage's dandruff up!
I, Don Karnage,
the scurvy of the sky, has returned.
Fire!
Some hot-shot pilot you are.
I thought I gave you a direct order, Baloo.
Thanks for disobeying.
Let's go in after them.
Nah, no one would be so stupid as to attack the Iron Vulture.
They are stupider than I thought!
Don Karnage is a pirate of mercy.
He will let them go this time with a warning.
Now, retreat!
RICK: I say, most fun I've had in years.
BALOO: Yeah, we sure kicked some pirate posterior.
REG: Uh, Captain.
I'm afraid it's time for us to go.
Uh, low on fuel, you know.
So, come back with me.
Wouldn't make it, Baloo.
Besides we're a little behind the times.
We wouldn't really fit in, don't ya know?
But where will you go?
RICK: Out there somewhere.
We'll be all right.
Anyway, I'm counting on you to deliver the silver.
You're one of the squadron now.
BALOO: So, like I told you, Becky,
I used the fireworks to escape the pirates
and then helped Rick find the silver and defrost his squadron.
Now, what's not to believe?
Everything.
Everything?
(GASPING) That's the missing silver!
Well, it ain't my fillings.
And as soon as I'm refueled, I've got a mission to complete.
(STAMMERING) Bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu...
"And when it was over,
"the Squadron of Seven flew off,"
"never forgetting the lone pilot"
"who helped them recover the treasure"
"and their honor."
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