The Trumpet of the Swan

Father:
May the hills echo with your new voice, my son.

Boyd:
[while playing Marco Polo] No fair! Louie didn't say "polo"!

Ella:
Well, he can't talk.

Boyd:
Can't talk? And he calls himself a Trumpeter Swan? I don't think so.

Billie:
Louie can't help it. Father says he's, you know, [whispering] defective.

Boyd:
Well, defect, Marco Polo is a talking game, and if you can't talk, you can't play!

Ella:
[while Ella and Billie are playing a game, Louie stands nearby] You've got the beat, bro. Wanna join in?

Louie:
[to himself] If only she knew how much.

Ella:
Oh, sorry.

Billie:
Now see what you did?

Ella:
Sorry. It's not my fault he's, you know, defective.

Serena:
[Seeing Louie's heart-shaped cloud] It's beautiful.

Boyd:
Okay, okay, what does it say?

Serena:
It says that Louie is mine, and I am his, forever.

Boyd:
[Angrily, to Louie] So you can talk now, huh? Well, let's see what you have to say without your horn! [Attacks Louie and knocks his horn into the water]

Louie:
No! My voice!

Boyd:
Haha, there goes your love call, songbird! Now get off my lake, and this time, don't come back! [They fight]

Father:
[after Sam saves Ella and Billie from a wolf, with Louie's warning] Thank goodness you are safe, my precious daughters. When I think of what could have happened with poor Louie here unable to cry out a warning! But I'm sure you tried your best, son.

Louie:
I did try! Can't he see how hard I tried?

Mother:
Darling, that human boy, he saved the lives of our children.

Father:
He has my eternal gratitude.

Sam:
Hey, it was no problem.