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Luk:
[starts whimpering, pointing to Boris]

Muk:
What are you talking about? Of course he's glad to see us! He loves us, don't you?

Boris:
[sighs] Okay, okay. Hey, boichiks! Let's play a game. Race you to the shore! One, two, three--go!

[Muk and Luk excitedly take off, as Boris stays in place]

Boris:
They win. [splash]

Luk:
Help! Help! We can't swim! Help, help! [Boris and Balto run to where Muk and Luk are screaming] We're drowning, we're drowning! Save us!

Boris:
Bears? Fellas? IDIOT BALLS OF FLUFF!! [Muk and Luk thrash and yell in shallow water]

Balto:
Easy, Boris. You know how they are. Muk. Luk. Relax. Hey come on! You're not drowning!

Boris:
[with Russian accent] He has point bears. You are not drowning because; if you had thought for a moment you will observe, perhaps: TIDE IS OUT! [stomps away, annoyed]

[Luk whimpers]

Boris:
He said, what?

Muk:
(translating Luk's whimper) Oh, the shame of the polar bear who fears the water, no wonder we are shunned by our fellow bear. Woe is us! It's what he said, kind of pathetic, really.

Boris:
What? More whimpering? Between you and Balto it's like Dostoyevsky novel out here. Lighten up.