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(film reel rolling)

(gentle instrumental music)

(water flowing)

Hey kids, the name's Vick,

Logger Vick, and I'm just about the best woodsman

you're ever going to meet,

not to mention the snazziest dressed one at that.

(throat clearing)

As I was saying,

the perfect day for me is when I can walk in peace

without those stinking bears getting in my way,

(bears growling)

(yelling)

or even a day without my boss's many missed calls,

but none of that will matter

once I save up enough money to retire

and spend the rest of my days rolling in cash,

(laughing) however long that might take.

Until then, I'm going to live my life

one boring day at a time

because nothing out of the ordinary

every happens to good old Logger Vick.

(thunder rumbling)

(rain pouring)

(gentle instrumental music)

Maurice: Hello, is that you, boss?

We are on our way.

(speaking a foreign language)

The package is safe and secure.

Everything is going to plan.

Yes, we will arrive soon.

(car engine running)

Babu: Sire.

- Yes. - Tell me again why we

are walking in the rain.

- Never question your king.

Oh.

(car engine running)

Babu: Logger Vick?

- He never works when it's raining.

- Then, sire, you think we should follow him?

- Forget about him.

It's raining.

Come on now.

I'm getting wet.

- But, sire--

King: Oh, hurry up.

(thunder rumbling)

(car engine running)

(gentle instrumental music)

(grunting)

Vick: Sure is raining hard.

(thunder rumbling)

(car engine running)

Maurice: You are looking great.

Arnold: Yeah, right.

Quit looking at yourself.

Keep your eyes focused on the road--

- Hey, need I remind you it's your fault,

or such an idiot who provokes a badger?

- For the last time he was giving me the evil eye..

(grunting)

King: Babu, quit Monkey ⚫️ ⚫️ ing around.

We're almost home.

(car engine running)

(mumbling)

(yelling)

(mumbling)

Babu: Oh, sire, I think we're in some real trouble.

King: Run!!

(yelling)

(metal crashing)

(thunder rumbling)

(grunting)

Vick: I can't believe I've got to work overtime today.

That Boss Lee, he's relentless.

Well, at least he sent me this.

(yelling)

It's beautiful,

the latest, the greatest.

(laughing)

(grunting)

[Vick's thoughts] Am I hearing things?

Strange.

I don't recall these bushes being here before.

(mumbling)

[Vick's thoughts] Something doesn't feel right.

(bears growling)

(yelling)

It's you two.

Briar: Logger Vick, what are you doing out here?

Bramble: Spill it.

- What do you mean?

Briar: Please.

What you got in the case?

- It's my lunch,

roast pork in a roll.

[Both Bears] Lunch?

- You sharing?

- No, you wouldn't like it.

- You know we like every food under the sun.

- Yeah, even when it's raining.

- Hey, no.

(mumbling)

- Bye.

(yelling)

- Give me back my case.

Mr. Lee's gonna kill me.

(thunder rumbling)

(rain pouring)

(groaning)

Maurice: Arnold, wake up.

- What?

Hey, quit it.

- Pipe down, all right?

We need to go.

(yelling)

- Oh no, where did the suitcase go--

- Where is it?

(mumbling) go out and look out.

- I'm on it.

(grunting)

Arnold: Oh, it's gone.

We're done for.

Why do you always have to check yourself out--

- Crazy, let go.

You want to believe me now?

(laughing)

- Come on, Logger Vick.

- Choke on tranquilizing darts.

Stinking bears. (yelling)

- What good is a gun if you can't aim?

- You don't aim so good. (laughing)

- Oh really?

Take this.

(yelling)

- Oh, I'm tired.

- What?

- He can't hit anything.

- Watch this.

Oh, darn it.

It's out.

(yelling)

Just wait.

I don't need darts to take you down.

(yelling)

You give that back.

- Over here, Bramble.

- You'd better be careful with that, bear.

No, give it back.

(yelling)

I've had enough of your silly games, bear.

Bramble: Briar.

(yelling)

(plastic thudding)

(laughing)

- Ouch. (yelling)

(laughing)

Bramble: Hey.

(yelling)

- Gosh darn it, I was so close.

Why?

Maurice: Where is it?

It's got to be here somewhere.

(grunting)

- Bro, move it.

Bramble: Okay.

Maurice: It must be nearby.

- Maybe somebody took it.

Maurice: Shut up.

- It could happen.

Bramble: Stranger things have happened, you know.

- Eh?

- Oh, it's right there.

- Really?

- We're in luck.

Come.

- Hey, wait up.

(upbeat instrumental music)

I'll bet you I get it first. (laughing)

(yelling)

(laughing)

Hey-- - We will see about that.

- Wait up.

Maurice, help me get down.

(thunder rumbling)

Vick: Stinking bears,

if you don't give me that case back right now,

I swear I'm gonna (yelling).

(grunting)

(gentle instrumental music)

How can this get any worse?

(upbeat instrumental music)

Is that my?

It can't be.

It is my case.

(laughing)

(thunder rumbling)

This is too easy.

Come on out.

Now show yourselves.

I can hear you two bears breathing.

Now come on.

Do you hear me?

(panting)

(water splashing)

Maurice: Get back here, you.

- Hey, is it just me,

or does Vick look taller?

- Bramble, you're crazy.

Come on.

Our traps are right ahead up here.

(panting)

(gentle instrumental music)

- Is that it?

Is there anyone more astounding than me?

You, don't move.

(mumbling)

- Logger Vick, since you like logging so much,

log on these.

(wood clattering)

(yelling)

- What's this?

(dramatic instrumental music)

(yelling)

A stroll in the park

for a guy like Maurice.

(yelling)

[Both] Yeah.

- (laughing) Direct hit.

Looks like it was filled with tools.

Bramble, destroy.

- Count on me.

(mumbling) chainsaw. (yelling)

It's done been destroyed.

- May it never bother another tree again.

(yelling)

(laughing)

Come on.

(groaning)

(yelling)

(water splashing)

- Aw, disgusting.

Where the heck is Maurice?

This is his fault.

Hey, Maurice, where are you?

(yelling)

(rain pouring)

(gentle instrumental music)

- I know they were around here somewhere.

They wouldn't just leave the case.

(yelling)

I knew it.

(thunder rumbling)

(yelling)

(groaning)

Oh, it's some sort of forest camouflage.

(groaning)

Maurice: Stay in your own.

(yelling)

- I'll teach you to steal from me.

(laughing)

Finally, I defeated the bears.

Yeah.

(thunder rumbling)

Well, it looks like it's my lucky day after all.

(laughing)

I better quit while I'm ahead.

(singing)

(laughing)

(car engine running)

♪ Oh, the sun will come out tomorrow ♪

♪ Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow ♪

♪ There'll be sunshine and no bears ♪

Thank you very much.

(yelling)

(sniffing)

(yelling)

Grody, time for a shower.

♪ Tomorrow, tomorrow

♪ I love you, tomorrow

♪ It's only a day away

(dramatic instrumental music)

(gun firing)

(gentle instrumental music)

(birds chirping)

(alarm ringing)

♪ The hibernation's over now

♪ And the clover's just in bloom ♪

♪ A cheerful bird song woke me up ♪

♪ And chased me right out of my room ♪

♪ Sunshine beams through the leaves and branches ♪

♪ And the pines stand tall and proud ♪

♪ Dandelions dazzle and the nectar flows ♪

♪ And tiny forest

(gargling)

♪ Shout out loud

♪ The grass is green

♪ The sky is blue

♪ The brook is babbling, friend ♪

♪ And so are you

♪ We'll seize the day for endless play ♪

♪ Picnic and party, that's the woodland way ♪

♪ Danger lurks, but we'll be fine ♪

♪ I've got your back

♪ I'm lucky you've got mine

♪ Honeycomb and apple tree

♪ There'll be plenty here for you and you ♪

♪ And you and me

(singing)

(sneezing)

(grunting)

- Gross, ew.

[TV Man] Tonight on the 11 o'clock news,

Australian billionaire Ted Marshall

passes away at the age of 86,

leaving his entire fortune to the Sydney Orphanage.

The whereabouts--

- Oh, that's strange--

[TV Man] Of his missing adopted daughter, Lola Marshall,

are still unknown to the police--

- Where's my pork bun?

Who stole my breakfast?

[TV Man] The whereabouts of this young girl.

When questioned about the disappearance of little--

(phone ringing)

- Oh, who's calling this early?

[TV Man] I really don't know where she is.

We'll bring her--

- Yeah, what?

[Lee] How dare you answer the phone like that?

- I'm so sorry, Boss Lee.

I thought it was one

of those thieving bill collectors again.

[Lee] Save your excuses for the bank.

Now where is my timber?

You're late again,

probably watching too much TV, by the sound of it.

- No, no, no, no,

it's the radio.

I'm out chopping right now, boss.

[Lee] Pleasure and work do not mix.

You'd better get focused

and cut down more trees.

Do you understand?

- Yeah, I got it, Mr. Lee.

- Listen, Vick.

That case I sent you is filled

with the most advanced tree chopping technology around.

It cost me a lot of money.

Make sure you take care of it.

If you break even a single tool, you're--

- Oh no, sorry, Mr. Lee.

I'm going through a tunnel. (laughing)

(mumbling)

Tell me how to do my job.

(yelling)

This isn't the case Mr. Lee sent to me.

What's going on here?

How could this have happened?

Those bears must be playing a trick on me.

Oh no, I left my gun in the truck.

(gentle instrumental music)

They're inside my house.

Who's there?

(birds chirping)

(grunting)

Gotcha.

(grunting)

Put your hands in the air.

(insects squeaking)

(groaning)

I'm too worked up.

(gentle instrumental music)

(groaning)

Stay back.

I'm out of here.

(yelling)

I must be seeing things.

That's it.

(baby crying)

(yelling)

(pottery clattering)

Help me.

(baby cooing)

(yelling)

(laughing)

Oh, get off me.

(yelling)

(birds chirping)

Now stay still.

Oh, my tushy.

Tell me who are you?

Answer.

Did you steal my case, huh?

Oh, come on.

Tell me.

(yelling)

That hurts.

Why would you do such a thing?

(laughing)

Ouch, you little brat.

You think that is funny, do you?

(groaning)

Darn it.

(laughing)

(yelling)

I'm taking you to the police station right now.

[Tv Man] In other news,

the baby girl was reported to have been missing

since earlier this week.

Police have no suspects as the search continues.

(car engines running)

- Who would just abandon a little baby?

More importantly, who would dress it as a bear?

Knock it off and stay seated.

You're such a handful.

(mumbling)

(car horn honking)

(brakes squeaking)

Where are you?

(baby screaming)

(yelling)

Off the steering wheel.

(gentle instrumental music)

Cop: Oh, it's so hot.

I'm really burning up,

and it's barely even noon.

[Woman] Attention, all officers.

Attention, all officers.

Baby girl reported missing.

- What?

Did you say a missing little girl?

People in this twisted world today,

make me sick.

(grunting)

(car horn honking)

Hey.

(laughing)

(yelling)

Cop: You truck, pull over for inspection.

Hey, hey. (yelling)

[Vick] Just get off of my face.

- You crazy, you're gonna pay for that.

Oh, my poor baby.

(car engine running)

Vick: What did I do to deserve you?

(laughing)

(yelling)

(dramatic instrumental music)

How did we end up here?

Oh, boy, are you all right then?

This is all your fault.

What are you laughing at?

You think it's funny we almost crashed, do you?

(gentle instrumental music)

(car engine running)

(yelling)

That's just great.

We're stuck.

Now be a good girl,

and don't move a muscle.

(grunting)

I'm gonna need some help.

Oh.

(birds chirping)

(laughing) That's it.

(grunting)

(laughing)

You can always count on Vickie to save the day.

(yelling)

What?

What have you done to my truck?

Cop: There's the perp.

(grunting)

- We're back on the road.

You just can't stay put, can you, you little rascal?

(yelling)

Oh, breaking free?

Allow me to fix that.

There we go.

Ta da, safety first, kid.

Remember that.

- Hands up now.

- A policeman?

(mumbling)

- The kid.

[Woman] Attention, all officers,

baby girl reported missing.

- Where'd you get this girl?

- No, listen, no.

(baby squealing)

- Put your hands up.

- Wait, officer.

I can explain.

It's a misunderstanding honestly.

- Then why is that little girl tied up like that?

- What?

That's right.

I'll free her right now.

- (yelling) Drop the knife right now.

Calling all units,

I found the girl.

- Okay, I don't mean any trouble honestly.

- Drop it, or I'll shoot you.

[Woman] Officer, please repeat.

- Attention, we have an emergency.

I found the kidnapper,

and he's in an unstable state.

(yelling)

The suspect's throwing knives at me.

Send back up now.

[Woman] Roger, back up on route.

- What?

(laughing)

What should I do?

Oh.

- Don't even think about it.

(car engine running)

(yelling)

That's it.

You're dead.

(siren ringing)

(upbeat instrumental music)

(yelling)

- Just great.

(car engine running)

(tire popping)

(yelling)

(laughing)

- No way.

(yelling)

- What a predicament.

(train whistle blowing)

(bell ringing)

(mumbling)

(train engine running)

- I got you now.

- A train?

Right.

(car engine running)

- I'll get you yet.

(gentle instrumental music)

(car engine running)

(panting)

Maurice: Okay, (mumbling)

Maur- Finally. (mumbling)

- Finally.

(car engine running)

Huh?

(yelling)

(groaning)

(laughing)

Vick: Come on, come on, come on, quickly.

We got to hide inside,

quick, quick, quick, quick.

Sit right there.

Stay put.

I should close the windows.

(laughing)

(mumbling)

Right, the door.

(grunting)

Oh dear, how did this happen?

I don't need trouble with the police.

The boss is gonna fire me for sure.

(laughing)

Huh?

(yelling)

(mumbling)

What have you done to the house?

(mumbling)

You didn't.

(growling)

Give me that.

You should learn some respect.

I'm giving you a time out.

Don't move.

You're gonna sit right there

until you learn to respect others.

My parents did that,

and it always worked for me.

(mumbling)

(yelling)

Careful.

My hat, oh no.

(growling)

No, no, that does it.

Get off.

You sit down.

Little girl, you shouldn't even be here.

I don't know who was so desperate to get rid of you,

but I know they made the right choice.

You are just bad.

(panting)

Oh wait.

(gentle instrumental music)

I'm sorry, little girl.

(crying)

- What the,

what was that?

(crying)

(mumbling)

- All right, okay, sorry.

Please stop crying.

I didn't mean it.

Sh, sh.

Now quiet down like a good girl.

(yelling)

Let go of me.

Why, you little (yelling).

(crying)

(groaning)

(crying)

All right, it's time to break out a few secret weapons.

Look at what I got.

Ta da, pretty cool, isn't it?

They're so shiny.

(crying)

(yelling)

How about a bed time story?

Maybe these?

Hey.

Ah, I know.

(crying)

Perfect, nothing used to make me happier

than my water gun.

Check this out.

(mumbling)

What do you think?

Like them?

Hey, stop it.

Stop it. (groaning)

(laughing)

Okay, I give up.

You win.

You're quite the little sharpshooter, aren't you?

(laughing)

(crying)

Oh, come on.

It was going so well.

Please stop crying, little one.

Come on now.

How about something to eat?

(birds chirping)

(gentle instrumental music)

(mumbling)

Only two left.

Look at you.

You're a little eating machine,

so then, kid, done?

(mumbling)

(laughing)

Huh?

No, no, no, the rest of these are for me.

(phone ringing)

(crying)

Here you go.

I'll be right back.

Yeah, what--

[Frank] Where are your manners?

We talked about your attitude

when addressing us, Vick.

[Fran] Hey, sweetheart, this is mommy--

[Vick] Hi, mom.

[Fran] Great news, Uncle Tim's kid, John,

from your fathers' horrible other side of the family,

and his wife just had a baby.

- Yeah?

That's really great for them.

- [Fran] Yeah, we're all pretty excited.

[Frank] We're not getting any younger here, you know?

[Fran] What your father is trying to say

is it would be nice if eventually

you could settle down with a nice girl,

like John's wife.

Well, you're at least half as attractive as John,

and anyway--

[Frank] All right, Fran,

he's got your message loud and clear.

[Fran] Pipe down, Frank.

We're not gonna live forever--

[Vick] That's horrid.

[Fran] What's horrid?

Are you hanging up on me?

(gentle instrumental music)

(grunting)

- Oh, that's disgusting,

so tell me.

Is there a time something's not coming out of you?

(laughing)

Not funny.

Wait here.

(mumbling)

I've never done this before,

but I'm pretty sure you need it.

Oh, yeah, you do.

(mumbling)

Yuck.

(yelling)

(mumbling)

(yelling)

(gentle instrumental music)

Oh.

Lola,

so your name's Lola.

(mumbling)

(water splashing)

(gasping)

She needs something to wear.

Hey, that's it.

(yelling)

That should do the trick.

It's like taking a trip down memory lane.

Oh, it looks a little big.

I got it.

I'm gonna alter it.

(scissors scraping)

(laughing)

All right.

(insects chirping)

(mouse squeaking)

Maurice: Hello, boss.

You page us?

Boss: Where's the girl?

(mumbling)

- Trust us.

She's all right.

- It's true.

- I promise you.

It's just something got in the way,

but don't worry.

Boss: I see.

- It's nothing we cannot handle.

(speaking in a foreign language)

We'll get her to you, honestly.

Boss: No more excuses.

Where is she now?

- We lost her.

(yelling)

- Not now.

Find her now.

Be quick about it,

or you two are done for.

(yelling)

Keep an eye on those morons.

(yelling)

- Hey.

Yeah.

(laughing)

(gentle instrumental music)

Bramble: It's coming from Logger Vick's house.

[Briar thoughts] It sounds like there's a kid in there.

- I bet he's working on a secret new logging machine.

- Hey, I got it.

♪ Old MacDonald had a farm

♪ Ee, aye, ee, aye, oh

♪ And on that farm we had a bear ♪

♪ Ee, aye, ee, aye, oh

(mumbling)

(gentle instrumental music)

(door creaking)

(mumbling)

Oh my, my.

(mumbling)

What a long day.

(snoring)

Briar: Bramble, get off.

(groaning)

(birds chirping)

(alarm ringing)

(snoring)

(yelling)

Oh.

(mumbling)

Close one.

Since she's sleeping in,

I'll get milk and diapers.

Boy, what luck.

(gentle instrumental music)

I hope that's enough for everything.

- Where does he think he's going?

What do you think he's hiding in there?

- Maybe honey.

That's what I would hide,

only I'd hide it in my tummy. (laughing)

- Be quiet.

Concentrate.

- Oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

We got to get in there, Briar--

- Come on.

Bramble, stop moving.

(yelling)

(pottery shattering)

- Oh, there it is, bro.

Why, you.

(yelling)

(mumbling)

A pumpkin bomb,

is his whole plan to blow up the entire forest?

(mumbling)

- Get a grip.

(groaning)

(mumbling)

(door creaking)

(yelling)

(mumbling)

That was close.

(mumbling)

(sniffing)

(sneezing)

(yelling)

(mumbling)

(car engine running)

Vick: Since when have diapers and milk

cost more than gold?

(yelling)

- Hey.

(yelling)

You again?

- Sorry, sorry, it was a misunderstanding.

- The chase begins.

(car engine running)

(grunting)

(brakes squealing)

Too easy.

Pull over so I can read your rights to your face

with my boot.

Remember me?

Really tough day to be a bad guy.

Pull over.

More fun?

(grunting)

Hey, fancy meeting you here,

you old so and so.

You're not making this very fun for me.

Come on.

Speed up,

or can't you?

(laughing)

(mumbling)

- Watch out.

(mumbling)

(laughing)

I finally ditched him, yeah.

(yelling)

- Hi.

(birds chirping)

(car engine running)

(mumbling)

(sniffing)

- What the?

- Briar.

Quick, come look.

Come on.

(gentle instrumental music)

(insect fluttering)

(mumbling)

Arnold: Are you sure this will work?

It seems a little generic to me.

- Oh, you have another idea, do you?

- Yeah, let's call the police.

Maurice: You fool.

- Hey, quit it.

- Try and use your head.

We are the bad guys, remember?

Moron.

- Don't call me that.

(grunting)

I warned you.

- Now feel the wrath of the dragon.

- Hey, what's going on over here?

- Nothing.

- Stupid, put your hands down.

- Oh, right.

- Okay, we are volunteering.

- Really?

Looks like you're having a problem.

- Oh, no, no, there's no problem--

- We're out for a stroll, you see.

- That's a lot of excuses.

Now move it.

Arnold: Move what?

You're not making any sense.

Officer: Quit stalling, and step aside.

This is your last warning--

Arnold: I don't understand.

- Time to scoot.

Arnold: Do you even have a warrant?

Maurice: You see--

Arnold: We're just standing here.

Maurice: That is to say--

- I warned you both.

Move it.

(mumbling)

[Cop thoughts] The missing girl.

(mumbling)

(laughing)

- These things always look fun to drive

from the backseat. (laughing)

- Wow.

(mumbling)

[Woman] Attention, attention--

- What's going on?

- New suspect, code name Logger Vick.

- Great, I know where we can find our beautiful baby.

- (yelling) I was right not to trust them.

Hey, you two.

(car engine running)

- Here, Briar, give it a try. (laughing)

Come on.

Try it.

It's better than honey.

- What do you know?

You were right.

- I ain't never wrong.

What the?

- Probably nothing,

the wind maybe.

- No way.

The wind can't do that, bro.

I'm gonna go find a bag

and start packing food.

(laughing)

(gentle instrumental music)

(mumbling)

What is this thing for?

(mumbling)

I'm taking this thing too.

Oh.

(sniffing)

(mumbling)

It's mine now.

(mumbling)

All right, is this gonna be enough food?

I hope so.

Hey, Briar, a little help here?

Briar: Right, what do we got here?

Make it quick, bro.

We got a mission, remember?

We're here to see what Vick is up to.

- You're right.

The mission takes priority.

Would you grab me those apples? (laughing)

- Huh?

- What now?

- I'm hearing another sound.

- Not again.

Oh boy, enough with that.

(sighing)

(laughing)

(mumbling)

(insect fluttering)

(yelling)

What's wrong with you, Briar?

Will you stop lollygagging and grab some more fruit?

Sometimes I feel like I have to do everything myself.

We need to hurry up, Briar.

- That's weird.

Something strange is going on.

(insect fluttering)

(mumbling)

(gentle instrumental music)

- Alrighty, then, that should just about do it.

It's time to get out of here.

Come on, bro.

- Oh, yeah.

Huh.

(birds chirping)

- Oh, sweetheart, Uncle Vickie is back.

I brought some gifts home for you.

(gasping)

Just look at this place.

What happened?

It looks like a tornado blew through.

Where is she?

You're in super big trouble, young lady.

Now where are you hiding?

Not under here.

(mumbling)

Where are you?

Time to come out.

Where on earth could she be?

Oh, oh,

oh, yeah, if she went missing,

that means, yeah, she's not my responsibility anymore.

(laughing)

Oh, what if something happened to her?

What am I worried about?

I pretty much got exactly what I wanted. (laughing)

(gentle instrumental music)

Bramble: Hey, Briar, if you could be any fruit,

what fruit would you be?

I would be an apple.

(mumbling)

- [Briar] Why would you want to be a fruit?

- Because they're super delicious. (laughing)

(mumbling)

What's this thing here?

(laughing)

(yelling)

What does she want from me--

- Just stay away from her.

(laughing)

No way.

Stay back.

(yelling)

(laughing)

- What you doing?

Don't touch me. (yelling)

- Oh no, maybe Vick sent her to torture us.

- Oh, get away from me.

(laughing)

(yelling)

- Bramble, get over here.

(mumbling)

(laughing)

(yelling)

(birds cawing)

(gentle instrumental music)

- Uh oh, she looks like she's gonna explode.

- I hope not.

Wait a minute.

(crying)

(yelling)

- Look, she's crying.

- Yeah?

Go check it out.

You're good with children.

- Me?

- Get.

(mumbling)

(crying)

(yelling)

Bramble: Stinking apple.

(yelling)

(laughing)

- Yo, yo, Bramble, she's headed right towards you.

(mumbling)

(laughing)

(yelling)

Huh?

(crying)

(laughing)

- Briar. (mumbling)

(sighing)

- I'm pooped.

I can finally get this place cleaned up.

[Vick Thoughts] What if she's lost out there in the forest?

(phone ringing)

Huh?

Who's that?

Hello, Vick speaking.

What do you mean?

No, I sent you the payment.

(mumbling)

(crying)

(yelling)

- Bramble, go.

- Again?

- She likes you.

(mumbling)

- Hey, look at this.

(laughing)

(upbeat instrumental music)

(crying)

(mumbling)

Oh, I got it.

Ta da, here you go.

Everyone likes apples.

(yelling)

What are you doing that for?

(yelling)

(crying)

(mumbling)

I don't understand.

- Butterfly.

(mumbling)

- Come here.

(yelling)

(crying)

Oh, come on.

(yelling)

(mumbling)

Look what I got.

(laughing)

- Huh?

Okay, kid, go have fun.

(laughing)

(mumbling)

(birds chirping)

(gentle instrumental music)

Oh, wow.

(laughing)

(yelling)

(laughing)

- Yoohoo.

(upbeat instrumental music)

- Here, sire.

(laughing)

(yelling)

What?

Hey.

- This is so much fun.

Woohoo.

(laughing)

(mumbling)

Lola.

You're too cute.

(laughing)

(mumbling)

- Bramble, we're taking her back.

(blowing raspberry)

Come here.

- Look it.

She wants to stay with us, bro.

Come on.

- Well.

- Hey, Uncle Briar.

- Oh, man.

(cheering)

(laughing)

Oh no.

(water splashing)

(mumbling)

(panting)

(wind blowing)

(gentle instrumental music)

(sighing)

(mumbling)

(laughing)

(thunder rumbling)

(rain pouring)

(grunting)

(gentle instrumental music)

(yelling)

- No, no, no.

(water splashing)

(dramatic instrumental music)

(yelling)

(thunder rumbling)

(mumbling)

(slurping)

[TV Man] And in other news,

the highest scoring football match

in recorded history ended today

with final score of one to five.

(mumbling) been tamed--

- Gosh, why is there never anything on.

Oh.

(yelling)

What the?

(dramatic instrumental music)

(glass shattering)

(yelling)

(crying)

[Vick's thoughts] It was those bears.

Lola, I'm coming for you.

(metal clattering)

(dramatic instrumental music)

(rain pouring)

(yelling)

(laughing)

- Wait.

(sneezing)

Why is Lola acting all strange?

- Bramble, try kicking your faces up a notch.

- (laughing) All right, leave it to me,

the funniest bear in the forest.

(yelling)

(laughing)

(grunting)

(yelling)

(laughing)

- You, leave her alone, bears.

- Huh?

(yelling)

[Both] Logger Vick?

- Let go of her now.

- Hey, stop that.

You're scaring her.

Have you no shame at all?

(growling)

- Hey, don't you turn this around on me.

(mumbling)

You'll regret this.

(yelling)

Take this.

- Huh?

(yelling)

- I'll teach you--

- Get off--

- To terrorize children.

- Hey, get off.

- Not until you give her back.

(yelling)

- Get off of me, Logger Vick.

Let go.

Bramble, do something.

- Briar.

Leave my brother alone.

(yelling)

(mumbling)

(laughing)

I'm sorry, bro.

- Is that what you call brotherly love?

(laughing)

- Logger Vick, how dare you?

I'll show you our love with my fist.

(yelling)

(mumbling)

- Little Lola.

Oh, Lola, are you okay?

Speak to me.

- Hey, leave her alone, Vick.

(mumbling)

- You have a fever.

(yelling)

My goodness.

Get out of my way.

- He--

- What the heck is a fever?

Let's go help him.

- Okay.

- Oh no, it's so high.

What have you two done to her?

Briar: We didn't--

- Save your filthy lies.

(yelling)

To be continued.

It's okay, Lola.

Don't worry.

Uncle Vicky's right here next to you, okay?

Poor little baby.

I don't know what to do.

We have to lower her temperature.

- Hey, what's he mean by that?

- Well, I think that Lola's head is just way too hot.

- Bro, we should totally cut off all her hair.

- Then she'd look even more like Logger Vick.

- That's true, disgusting.

- Uh huh, we're trying to heal her, remember?

- How about we put her in the fridge?

- Are you insane?

Think.

I'd say the freezer's a better idea.

- Get out of this room.

(yelling)

You're not helping.

Go get some water right now, now.

(yelling)

(car engine running)

- I can't get a signal on the GPS way out here.

This is why I said we should have beaten him up

when we had the chance,

but, no, you just had to follow him.

You never listen to my ideas.

(yelling)

- Quiet down.

Come, come, come, come, here.

- Yeah, we found him.

All right.

(cheering and laughing)

(upbeat instrumental music)

- Oh boy.

Vick: Hurry up.

(mumbling)

Change the water.

Bramble, where's her noodles?

Bramble: Just a minute.

Vick: We don't have all night.

(mumbling)

- Oh, oh, yeah.

Oh.

(mumbling)

Vick: What's taking so long?

- Get out of my way.

- All right.

(crying)

- Hear that?

It must be the kid.

- Louse, we'll tie him up, all right?

Let's go.

Huh?

Arnold.

- What are you standing around for?

(yelling)

- As expected, you can't do anything right. (laughing)

- As expected?

(yelling)

- Let go.

Let me go.

- Bramble, the noodle.

(slurping)

(mumbling)

- So yummy.

- Bramble.

(yelling)

- Okay, I'm coming.

Vick: You better not be eating those noodles.

(mumbling)

Bramble: Here they are.

- Now what are you doing?

Go and help.

(yelling)

What now?

(mumbling)

(yelling)

- Oh god, it's hot.

It's hot.

(yelling)

(laughing)

(yelling)

Oh, it's hot.

(groaning)

- Maurice.

(groaning)

Bear.

We didn't sign up for this.

(yelling)

(insects chirping)

(birds chirping)

(gentle instrumental music)

(insects chirping)

(water splashing)

(snoring)

- Oh, thank goodness.

Her fever's gone.

That was close.

(birds chirping)

(snoring)

(mumbling)

- Honey.

(mumbling)

- Get off me,

so gross.

- Hey, what are you doing?

(yelling)

Pipe down.

You'll wake up the kid.

(yelling)

What happened?

- Lola?

(yelling)

Oh, boy.

[All] Lola is missing.

(yelling)

(laughing)

(sneezing)

(sighing)

(mumbling)

- Look.

(mumbling)

What are you waiting for, Monkey ⚫️ ⚫️ ?

- Why don't you go in?

You think you're so tough.

(yelling)

You do it.

Come on, tough guy.

- Play time.

(laughing)

- Hey, be careful with her.

(groaning)

(upbeat instrumental music)

(laughing)

(yelling)

♪ Along the stretch of ground

♪ I know which way the grass

- Get back here, Vick.

♪ Every single sound

♪ The cotton candy's

(laughing)

- Super cyclone.

♪ But when she came round

(yelling)

♪ She shone the purest light

♪ On the view from our window

♪ Little lights abound

♪ I'm thinking, whoa, whoa

♪ Whoa, whoa

♪ Behind the blooms and butterflies ♪

♪ Be still

♪ The creek is filling over with life ♪

♪ Because the earth is heaven seen through her eyes ♪

♪ Oh, the gift to know Lola's eyes ♪

- Come back here.

♪ See the love way

♪ Way down inside

(mumbling)

♪ Love that's deep

(laughing)

(fireworks exploding)

- Small setback, we don't have the girl.

Lee: The two of you can't manage to get a small child?

- We've tried absolutely everything.

- And those bears are super strong.

Lee: What bears?

- And scary.

- He's joking.

Lee: Enough, it's time.

Man: Yes, sir.

(laughing)

(mumbling)

♪ Stifled heart unbound

♪ Her easy laughter draws me away from the shadows ♪

(laughing)

♪ Such a jewel I've found

♪ I'll never be alone

♪ 'Cause if she goes, then I go ♪

♪ Now that she's in town

- Hey.

♪ The toughest job can seem like a stroll through the meadow ♪

♪ So I'm homeward bound

♪ And thinking, whoa, whoa

♪ Whoa, whoa

(yelling)

♪ Behind the blooms and butterflies ♪

♪ Be still

♪ The creek is filling over with life ♪

♪ Because the earth is heaven seen through her eyes ♪

♪ What a gift to know Lola's eyes ♪

♪ See the love way

♪ Way down inside

(yelling)

♪ Love as deep and true

♪ As the world is vast and wide ♪

(upbeat instrumental music)

♪ See the love way

♪ Way down inside

♪ Love as deep and true

♪ As the world is vast and wide ♪

(mumbling)

- That flying thingy looks super awesome.

Briar: Yeah, how do you work this thing?

- Look how beautiful.

- Hey, take your paws off of that--

- Shiny everything.

- Take it off.

I made that for Lola, not for you stinking bears--

- I want to try.

Vick: You're gonna break it, you big oaf.

- I wasn't gonna break it.

(gentle instrumental music)

(laughing)

Yay.

(laughing)

- Ready?

Here we go.

(machine whirring)

[Both] All right.

(yelling)

(laughing)

- Bramble, are you coming or not?

- Yeah, let's go catch up with them.

(yelling)

[Both] Logger Vick.

- We're higher than you guys.

(laughing)

- We'll see about that.

(yelling)

(laughing)

- Bramble, we need to keep it level.

- Okay.

(yelling)

- Here we come.

- You'll never catch us.

(laughing)

- All right, ready?

- Hold on, Lola.

(laughing)

(yelling)

(laughing)

Woohoo.

- Huh?

(yelling)

Watch out.

(yelling)

- Tight fit, huh?

- You really need to lose weight.

(machine whirring)

(upbeat instrumental music)

(laughing)

(train engine running)

(cheering)

- Hey, oh, my hat.

(laughing)

(gentle instrumental music)

(laughing)

- Wow.

(mumbling)

(laughing)

All right.

(laughing)

(cheering)

Oh yeah.

(ship engine running)

(mumbling)

(laughing)

- Boss, target in sight.

- Good, bring that little brat back to me.

- Yes, sir.

Let's move out.

- Aw, it's gone away.

(laughing)

Oh.

What do they want?

(car engine running)

- They're over there.

Do you see them?

- Huh?

Hey, who is that following them up there.

Okay, let's find out.

(engines whirring)

- They're armed.

Sit tight.

We're not dealing with good guys here.

(engines whirring)

Who are they, huh?

(laughing)

(yelling)

(dramatic instrumental music)

What are you doing?

(yelling)

What do you want?

I'm just a logger.

(yelling)

Put her down.

Lola.

(firework exploding)

- [Man] Huh?

(brakes squealing)

- Hey, are we ready?

- Get a little closer.

They won't be flying when I'm done with them.

- Those bears.

[Vick's Thoughts] Here's my chance.

(yelling)

Lola.

(yelling)

Man: What's he doing?

What the?

(yelling)

(laughing)

After him.

(yelling)

(laughing)

(machine whirring)

(yelling)

- You're gonna hit the baby, you fool.

Use your head.

Huh?

(mumbling)

- Those guys are gaining on us.

(yelling)

(groaning)

- That's fine.

We're lost again.

- We wouldn't be if you'd quit talking.

- Hey.

(mumbling)

(engines running)

(weapon firing)

- We're gonna die.

(yelling)

(whimpering)

(glass shattering)

I'm okay.

Maurice, we're still alive.

We're alive.

(car engine running)

(weapon firing)

- Any day now.

- Why do I always get the tough job?

(yelling)

(rocket engine whirring)

(firework exploding)

Take that and that and that.

(yelling)

- Will you just aim it?

(weapon firing)

(yelling)

(metal clattering)

- How long do I have to be brave?

- Quit crying.

(laughing)

(yelling)

Man: Huh?

(yelling)

(mumbling)

- Tough world, isn't it?

- Way to go, bro.

(mumbling)

(engine whirring)

(yelling)

Man: Let's go.

Bramble: Speed it up.

Man: Huh?

(yelling)

(crying)

- Lola.

No.

- What?

Huh?

(crying)

Man: Hey, that hurt.

Ow.

(engine whirring)

- Now that's it.

Go.

(crying)

Briar: Give me that kid.

(yelling)

(mumbling)

- Oh, I hate that.

Lola.

I really need a plan.

(mumbling)

(crying)

(yelling)

(fire crackling)

(crying)

- Lola.

(yelling)

- Lola.

(engine running)

- Logger Vick?

- Vick, go.

- I'll get her.

(crying)

(yelling)

(car engine running)

- Whoa.

- Isn't that the boss's airship?

Oh.

(grunting)

- Wow.

- I can't believe it.

It is going to be almost too easy. (laughing)

(birds chirping)

- Logger Vick.

- I'm sure they landed around here--

- Lola.

- Huh?

(car engine running)

[Both] Lola.

- Lola.

Briar, those guys took her away,

and I want her back.

- Huh?

(mumbling)

(dramatic instrumental music)

(helicopter engine whirring)

(crying)

(mumbling)

- No way.

No way.

What's this--

- Knock it off.

Be a good little girl.

No, no, no, hey. (yelling)

- Lola.

- Get off of me, you.

What's the matter with you?

Why do you keep (mumbling)?

(crying)

- Hey, get that off.

- Hey, don't hurt that child.

- What?

You said don't hurt the kid?

Look at my face.

- Look here.

Let the kid go.

- Pipe down.

Do you hear me?

(yelling)

Let go.

What's the matter with you?

Oh, that hurt.

(door creaking)

(helicopter engine running)

(gentle instrumental music)

- Boss man.

- Hey, boss.

(mumbling)

- Huh?

(mumbling)

- What do you say, wood cutter?

(mumbling)

- Who are you?

- All right, we're going in.

Are you ready?

- We're on our way.

- Huh?

(yelling)

Come on.

You know what we need, a plan.

- What's your plan?

- I'll show you.

We're gonna sneak in quietly, stealth mode.

(mumbling)

(gentle instrumental music)

(metal creaking)

(mumbling)

- I heard it was you who destroyed my airship.

Is that right?

- No, sir.

- Yes, you did.

- Shut it.

Now the kid's innocent,

so let her go.

- Oh, don't think so.

(mumbling)

Do you like candy?

So do I.

(mumbling)

(laughing)

(crying)

- Hey,

let her go.

Can you say kidnapped?

So can you, man?

That's a grave crime.

- That's cute. (laughing)

Well, now.

- What do you want?

What do you want?

(laughing)

Don't do it.

Just stay away.

- Just look.

In fact, I'm the only family member

that that little girl's got in the world.

- Say what?

- That's right.

That picture shows my dear old dad.

It's unfortunate, but he's no longer with us.

He adopted this bundle of joy

from the local orphanage.

(crying)

Lola, well, she's my darling sister,

so what's my crime?

- What are you gonna do with her?

- (laughing) I wanted her to help me out.

That fortune belongs to me.

- Really?

Fortune?

- That girl robbed me of my inheritance.

(laughing)

What have you done?

You took all our family money

and gave it over to her orphanage.

I'm your son.

(panting)

- Oh gee.

You're feeling some stress, right?

(mumbling)

(laughing)

(gentle instrumental music)

- Jump.

(yelling)

(forklift engine running)

(sniffing)

(candy shattering)

- My old man eventually explained.

It was his love for this little girl right here

that inspired his gesture.

The old guy left her everything.

Oh yeah, my old man was a fool.

I'm definitely the clever one,

(laughing)

and that fortune definitely belongs to me,

and as far as little Lola here,

well, she's the only one

that can help me get that fortune, aren't you?

So like it or not,

you're going to do whatever it is I say. (laughing)

(crying)

- You know what?

You're just a big bully.

- (laughing) Oi, say what?

Hey, let go of my--

- Uh oh.

- Oh.

(laughing)

- What are you doing?

- We've got something in common,

a big old bald head.

- Oh dear.

- It's not very smart to make me angry.

Take him away.

- You got it, boss.

(mumbling)

- Lighten up.

Maurice: Light you up. (laughing)

(gentle instrumental music)

- That door leads to the stairs.

- And to Lola.

- Look.

(mumbling)

(slurping)

Hey.

(yelling)

Man: Huh?

(metal rattling)

Freeze.

(whimpering)

Gotcha.

Huh.

(mumbling)

- Hey.

Man: Huh?

Huh.

(metal rattling)

Back to work.

(gentle instrumental music)

(mumbling)

- Sh.

Bramble: Home free.

Man: That's another one, suckers.

(gasping)

(laughing)

(yelling)

- Help us.

Man: Catch the intruders.

- They can't shoot much better than Logger Vick.

- Come on.

Let's just focus on getting out of here.

Follow me.

(yelling)

Man: There they are.

(yelling)

(laughing)

(crying)

- You still want to make fun of me?

(alarm ringing)

(mumbling)

Oi.

- Two bears have breached the perimeter.

- Say what?

(yelling)

(mumbling)

Man: Don't let them get away.

(mumbling)

- You two, watch our guest.

[Both] Sir.

Boss: Bring little sis here.

(crying)

Let's go open the vault.

(laughing)

(mumbling)

(yelling)

- Oh my.

Man: Take the left flank.

(electricity crackling)

Huh?

What?

(upbeat instrumental music)

(yelling)

(mumbling)

(cheering)

Man: That was really awesome.

(yelling)

(groaning)

- No.

(grunting)

That tooth cost me a chunk of change.

- It wasn't helping with your look anyway.

- You're gonna pay.

- I think that sound came from over there.

Look.

- Oh.

It's bad.

- You got to come up with a plan.

- Okay, calm down.

Huh?

(mumbling)

(dramatic instrumental music)

Huh?

(mumbling)

- You fool, do you know how much that tooth cost?

(crying)

- No, and I don't care.

- You, (mumbling).

- Bramble, line me up with the window.

- Okay.

(yelling)

(glass shattering)

(coughing)

(dramatic instrumental music)

(yelling)

- Inside power.

(yelling)

- Really?

(squealing)

(mumbling)

- Boss, how are we supposed to fight these bears?

- Yeah, those guys are really tough.

(mumbling)

(laughing)

- We mustn't fear our two guests.

We're going.

Have a good day.

- All right.

- Bye bye now.

(laughing)

(mumbling)

- Hey, what now, bro?

(growling)

(yelling)

(wood clattering)

- Not smart.

- Let's do it.

(mumbling)

(yelling)

- [Bramble] Get over here.

(yelling)

- They went that way.

Come on.

Bramble: Hey, wait for me.

- Right there.

(yelling)

Huh?

There they are.

(yelling)

(squealing)

- Give me a break, you little brat.

(mumbling)

(yelling)

Oh no.

(yelling)

Let's go.

Let's hightail it out of here.

(yelling)

(whimpering)

(metal clicking)

(laughing)

- Huh?

(yelling)

- Gotcha.

(yelling)

- Oh, poor me.

(laughing)

- This is not cool.

- Maurice.

- He'll be all right.

(electronic beeping)

(fan whirring)

(yelling)

- Gee whiz.

(laughing)

(mumbling)

- Huh?

(laughing)

- Lola.

(mumbling)

- (laughing) yeah.

Briar: Lola.

- Show them who's the boss here.

- Sure.

- Lola.

- You want to play?

Come on.

(laughing)

Arnold.

- Stop right there,

or I'll press this button.

(growling)

- Briar.

[Both] Yeah.

- Oh no.

- Hey, super cyclone.

- That again?

- Right, let's get ready.

- All right, let's go.

- Right, come on.

(yelling)

(mumbling)

- [Both] Super cyclone.

- Wow, that's awesome--

- Wow, that's really great.

(yelling)

(crying)

(laughing)

- How I've longed for this moment.

(mumbling)

Okay, here we are.

(grunting)

There, now open the safe.

(mumbling)

Come on.

(grunting)

You little brat.

♪ Open up the safe, little girl ♪

♪ And I'll give you candy

♪ It's your favorite kind

Oh.

(laughing)

(electronic beeping)

(metal clicking)

Wow.

Amazing, ha.

Here I come, my beloved inheritance.

(yelling)

(crying)

(grunting)

Well, well, well, I finally found it

after all this time.

Huh?

Hey, what's with all this garbage in here?

Where is my inheritance?

(yelling)

Huh.

Finally got it.

(gentle instrumental music)

Huh?

What?

(panting)

No.

(laughing)

Come on.

Where is it?

Here.

(laughing)

(growling)

(panting)

You brat.

You are the reason my dad gave it all away,

aren't you, kid?

He gave it all for a stupid child, for an orphan.

(crying)

Shut up, you.

Huh?

(dramatic instrumental music)

(yelling)

Stop right there.

- It's all over now.

Give it up.

- Now why would I do that

when I've got this thing?

(mumbling)

- Lola.

Bramble: Lola, Lola.

- Lola.

Boss: So long.

Bramble: Lola.

- Let her go.

(laughing)

Lola.

Brambl: We got to get her back.

- I don't know where that old coot left the millions,

but don't think I won't find it.

Then it's back to the orphanage for you.

(glass shattering)

Huh?

Bramble: Logger Vick, keep up.

(mumbling)

- Come on.

- Hey, get back here.

Bramble, hurry up.

- Step aside.

All right, here we are.

(electronic beeping)

(helicopter engine running)

(panting)

- Lola.

(yelling)

Bramble: Briar, I'll help you.

(yelling)

Briar: That was not your smartest move, Bramble.

- Guys, wait for me.

Wait for me.

(yelling)

Briar: Bramble, quit moving.

Bramble: But, Briar, I want to help too.

Briar: I'm losing my grip.

(grunting)

- I got to shake these guys.

(yelling)

- Hang in there, boys.

I'm coming. (yelling)

[Both] Huh?

(yelling)

Briar: Bramble, you're killing me.

(mumbling)

- Hey, hey, hey, come on.

Don't mess around.

Hey.

(yelling)

I'm trying to fly this thing.

Quit it.

(yelling)

Vick: I'll go up and get her.

There she is.

(mumbling)

Bramble: Grab her, Vick.

- Just try it.

(yelling)

- Lola.

- What are you doing?

(yelling)

My hand. (yelling)

(helicopter engine running)

(yelling)

- Lola.

(yelling)

Briar: Got you.

(electronic beeping)

(yelling)

- Lola.

(laughing)

- Let's save the reunion, you guys.

Come on.

Hold on tight.

I'll try and pull you up.

(mumbling)

- You get.

(laughing)

- Pull us in, Briar.

(grunting)

Hey, what's going on?

- You are going to get off this copter,

you dumb bear.

(yelling)

(laughing)

- Watch where you're going.

- Hey, guys, there's a water tower.

Let's try to land on it.

- All right, it's our only chance.

Bramble: Try to fly this thing straight.

- There you go worrying again.

Just make sure you've got Lola--

- Get off my copter.

- Here we go.

(yelling)

- Oh no, oh no, oh no.

(yelling)

(water splashing)

(laughing)

♪ Na, na, na, na, na, na

(yelling)

(electronic beeping)

(yelling)

(copter exploding)

(water flowing)

(gasping)

- You okay?

- I'm fine.

Oh, the others.

- Logger Vick.

- Lola.

(yelling)

- Father Vick, Lola.

We're all safe now.

(laughing)

- You meddling fools, this is not over yet.

I will make you pay.

When I catch you,

I'll tear you apart with my bare hands,

and then I'll,

(sirens ringing)

no, I can't go to jail.

(laughing)

It's all that little brat's fault.

(laughing)

(insects chirping)

(gentle instrumental music)

- Well, I guess everything worked out in the end.

The bad guys were caught,

the good guys, A.K.A. me,

saved the day,

and little Lola was adopted by a very loving family.

I sure do miss her.

(phone ringing)

Oh, come here.

Hello, Vick speaking.

Yeah, sure, Boss, I already met this month's quota.

I'll have it delivered soon. (laughing)

It's no problem at all,

just doing my job, bye bye.

(phone beeping)

(sighing)

(gentle instrumental music)

Lola.

[Vick's thoughts] It's a letter to Lola.

Dear Lola, by the time you read this,

I'll be gone--

[Grandpa] I'll be gone.

I hope you are well,

and I hope you have found in your life

as much joy as you've brought me.

I adopted you in a time of great loneliness in my life,

and you helped to brighten my days.

For that, I am forever grateful.

You managed to fill this empty shell

of an old man with love and compassion.

I never thought I'd be able to care for anyone

as much as I did you.

(laughing)

You are an angel, Lola.

I only wish that I found that love earlier in my life.

Maybe things would have been different.

Thank you, Lola, my sweetheart.

One day you'll grow up

and have a family of your own.

I hope they bring you as much joy

as you have brought me in my later days.

I wish I could be there to see you

grow up and blossom into a fine young woman.

Please don't forget your grandpa,

or the joyous moments we shared together.

I love you with all my heart.

Love always, Grandpa.

(mumbling)

- It's you.

(laughing)

Lola.

What are you doing here?

Briar: We brought her to see Uncle Vick.

- It's true.

We just borrowed her for a little bit.

(laughing)

Briar: Look how happy she is.

(firecrackers popping)

(upbeat instrumental music)

(laughing)

(yelling)

- Logger Vick, come join us.

♪ A day like this day

(yelling)

♪ Where everything was going

(mumbling)

(cheering)

♪ Take a chance with me

♪ Imagination's free

♪ Life's a samba

♪ Do what you want to

♪ Beneath the blooming tree

(laughing)

- All right.

(cheering)

(train whistle blowing)

(upbeat instrumental music)

(laughing)

(singing)

Bramble: Briar, can you sing

"%*#le, %*#le, Little Star" for Lola?

Briar: Are you kidding me?

No way.

Bramble: Come on.

Have a heart.

Briar: Yeah, right, go ask Logger Vick.

Bramble: Logger Vick,

sing "%*#le, %*#le, Little Star" for Lola.

Vik: ♪ %*#le, %*#le

(yelling)

♪ Little star

Briar: All right, that's enough.

Bramble: Yeah, we're out of here.

Vick: Hey, wait, guys.

I was just warming up.

I can do better.

I promise.

(upbeat instrumental music)

♪ Along this stretch of ground

♪ I know each blade of grass

♪ Every oak, every willow

♪ Every single sound

♪ The cotton candy sky

♪ And the fragrant earth below

♪ But when she came round

♪ She shone the purest light

♪ On the view from my window

♪ New delights abound

♪ I'm thinking, whoa, whoa

♪ Whoa, whoa

♪ Behold, the blooms and butterflies ♪

♪ Be still

♪ The creek is filling over with life ♪

♪ Because the earth is heaven seen through her eyes ♪

♪ What a gift to know Lola's eyes ♪

♪ See the love way

♪ Way down inside

♪ Whoa

♪ Love as deep and true

♪ As the word is vast and wide

(upbeat instrumental music)

♪ A stifled heart unbound

♪ Her easy laughter draws me away from the shadows ♪

♪ Such a jewel I've found

♪ I'll never be alone

♪ 'Cause if she goes, then I go ♪

♪ Now that she's in town

♪ The toughest job can seem like a stroll through the meadow ♪

♪ So I'm homeward

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