Tuke: What are they getting worked up about? Rutt: Gee, I don't know. Maybe the goose pooped on 'em, eh? [Both Moose laughs] Tuke: [panicking] Oh, gee. I think they're looking over here. Let's beat it. This way. [runs to his left] Rutt: [panicking] No, no, no, this way. [runs to his right] [Then both banged and got each other's antlers stuck] Tuke: Oh, thank you very much. Rutt: J-Just stay still and-- Kenai: [runs toward them] Hey, you two! [Both Moose gasps] Tuke: Head down. Head down! [Both get their heads down for cover under the tree log] Rutt: [whispers] Oh, gee! I think they seen us! Now what? Tuke: [whispers] Act like we're not here. Rutt: Oh. Ah, we're not here! Tuke: Shh! [whispers] What are you doing, eh?! Rutt: [whispers] Will you said to-- Tuke: [whispers] Don't say anything. Rutt: [still whispers] Okay! Tuke: [still whispers] I said, "Don't say anything"! Kenai: Um, excuse me. [The startled Mooses fell back screaming] Tuke: Please don't eat us! Rutt: You wouldn't like us, eh. We're really gamey. Tuke: Ya... eat hoof-for-brains over there. Rutt: Oh nice, eh. Pine-cone breath! Tuke: Crusty tail! Rutt: Twig legs! Tuke: Big nose! [Rutt gasps] ... sorry. Rutt: You went too far that time. Tuke: Okay, I'm sorry. Kenai: Guys. Tuke: Besides, yours is bigger than mine. Kenai: [move the antlers off the side] I'm not eating anybody. Tuke: [calmly] Oh, whew! [laughs] That's mighty decent of you, eh. Rutt: Yeah. Hey, my name's Rutt. This my brother, Tuke. Tuke: How's it going, bear? Kenai: [scoffs] Don't call me that. Tuke: Oh, sorry, [stammers] Mr. Bear? Kenai: No! I mean, I'm not a bear. I hate bears. Rutt: Well, gee, eh, you're one big beaver. [laughs] Tuke: No kidding? Kenai: [about the spirits] Do either of you know where the lights touch the earth? Rutt: Yee...ahh... No. Uh, no. Sorry, bear, or beaver. Kenai: I'm not a beaver. I'm a bear. No, I mean, I'm not a bear. I'm a man! [Tuke spits out, laughs surprised] Rutt: Excuse me? Kenai: I was transformed into a bear, magically. I was lifted into the sky by my brother. Tuke: Uh-huh. [turns to Rutt, fake cough] You're crazy! Rutt: Gesundheit. Tuke: [fake cough] No, a fruitcake! Rutt: Are you, okay? Tuke: [fake cough] No, that bear over there! He's crazy! Kenai: [angrily] I am NOT crazy! Tuke: Well, who ever said you were? We understand. Kenai: You do? Tuke: Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Well-- Well, you see, we're not moose, either. Rutt: We're-- We're not? Tuke: No. Heh. We're like, uh... We're like squirrels. Yeah. Rutt: Oh. Oh, yeah! Beauty, eh? Well, yeah, well, he... he's actually the squirrel. I'm-- I'm more of a pure-bred wolverine. Look at these cuspids. Rrrr! Tuke: Give him a little room. Kenai: [groans] Why am I even talking to a couple of dumb moose? Tuke: No, we're squirrels, eh? Rutt: Wolverine. Kenai: I'll find it myself. Rutt: Oh, I wouldn't go that way. Tuke: Why not, eh? Rutt: Uh, well, there was a reason. Tuke: Well you brought it up. Rutt: I'm trying to, but you're talking-- [Kenai shouts is caught in a snare, grunting and the moose watch him bounce around with the rope of the tree] Tuke: So, you think of it yet? [leaves] Rutt: Well, uh, no, but it's driving me nuts, too, eh? [leaves]

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