[music playing]
[horse neighing]
What's wrong, Spirit?
[grunt]
What in the world?
Oh, my goodness.
[cry]
Oh, it's a baby mountain lion.
Watch out!
[galloping]
[nicker]
We're OK, boy.
Maybe he's lost, then climbed this tree for safety.
[whimper]
Look, he's all scraped up.
He needs medical attention.
How do we help him when he won't let us near him?
Wait, I have just the thing.
Stay here, I'll be right back.
[neigh]
Oh, hello.
I'm going to call you Chompy.
Yes, I am.
Who's a feisty baby, baby, little mountain lion.
[grunt]
You are.
Yes, you are.
[chuckle]
Ah, what are you two doing?
[nervous chuckle]
Whoa!
Where did you get that wagon, Pru?
I've been working on it all week.
Now, we can transport injured animals back to the ranch.
It's brilliant!
But how do we get him in there?
Whoa, girl!
Thanks, Chica Linda.
[growl]
Oh, boy.
OK, here it comes.
Out of the way.
Guys, I think he's going to pounce.
[roar]
[sigh] I can't believe that worked.
Probably, should have mentioned mountain lions don't
eat carrots.
Let's go!
Ya!
Whoa!
[music playing]
He's so cute, but those claws definitely are not.
As soon as his bellies full of milk,
Chompy will calm right down.
His scrapes aren't so bad.
With this yarrow mixture, they'll heal right up.
[meow]
What's the matter now?
[cries]
Pals, I know he's just a cub, but he's still a mountain lion.
This is not where he belongs.
We can't raise a wild mountain lion!
You're right.
We need to come up with a better plan tomorrow.
[meow]
[clank]
[snoring]
Spirit!
[neigh]
Oh, no.
[shriek]
[cub meows]
[meow]
The cub's mama!
We have to reunite them.
[whistle]
Spirit, we need a little space!
[whinnying]
Let's go!
[music playing]
Now go see your mom!
We probably won't see him again, huh?
Probably not.
[sniffing]
Pru, are you OK?
I miss Chompy already.
Oh, Pru.
You'd make a good mama mountain lion.
[laughter]
Oh.
[music playing]
Hello, there.
Hey, look at what Boomerang found!
Oh, duck eggs.
Hmm, that's weird.
Ducks usually nest in the reeds to hide their eggs.
[neigh]
Someone must have moved it just so they could go fishing.
That's not right.
If a human touched it, the mother duck
won't come back for these eggs.
Then we've got to do something.
We can't just leave them here.
Yeah.
We'll be your mother's little eggies.
Ah!
One's cracked!
I didn't do it.
Oh, they must be almost ready to hatch.
Come on, we got to get them home.
There.
Sweet dreams, little eggs.
I can't wait to meet you.
[music playing]
[chirping]
[neigh]
[chirping]
Hi, Spirit.
Hi, Lucky.
Morning!
[neigh]
[gasp] This is too cute!
Wow, they really love Boomerang, huh?
When ducklings HATCH they bond with whatever they see first.
It's called imprinting.
Usually, it's their ducky parents.
But in this case, I guess, it was Boomerang.
Now they think he's their papa.
[gasp] I'm a grandmother!
[giggle]
Hey, wasn't there a fourth egg?
[whinnying, door bangs]
[chirping]
[laughter]
I'm sorry, girl.
Guess this little peeper thinks you're her mama.
[nicker]
Don't worry, we'll just keep them for a couple of weeks
until we can release them back into the wild.
[grunt]
[neigh]
[chirp]
[grunt]
[snoring]
[music playing]
[chirp]
Hey, Chica Linda.
Can you bring your little baby or friend over here?
They're getting big and healthy.
Hmm, and they've started moulting their baby feathers.
So it's time?
Yep.
They're ready to be released.
Look, they won't be lonely here.
[chirping]
[neigh]
Ah, they've already found a family.
Bye, duckies!
Have a good life!
Aww.
[chirp]
Admit it, you love that little fluff ball, didn't you?
Don't worry, girl, she'll never forget you.
[music playing]
Here you go, Nina, yummy oats for a delicious and nutritious
breakfast.
She's come so far since we rescued her.
She finally trusts us, which means
we can socialize her to be around other animals more.
What do you say, girl, huh?
You want to play some games with Boomerang and Chica Linda?
[neighing]
I technically don't speak horse, but I'm
pretty sure that means yes.
Hey, Lucky.
How's your bunny-watching shift going?
Ah, adorably exhausting.
[chuckle] Hi, Nina.
[neigh]
Lucky, did you name the baby bunnies yet?
It's important for keeping tabs on them
and making formal introductions.
Sure did, Abigail.
This is Silver, and--
um-- I'm still figuring out names for the rest.
Oh, Lucky.
OK, we're going to play some socializing games
with the horses.
Do you and Spirit want to join?
I still have to weigh the bunnies
and keep a close eye on them with that coachwhip
snake in the area.
We'll keep an eye out, too.
Oh, right.
And don't forget to name them.
Ha, come back here!
Thanks, Nina.
[neigh]
I'd say her socialization is off to a great start.
Have fun with the games.
All right.
First up, hide and seek.
[music playing]
[laugh]
[giggle]
[neigh]
[laugh]
This foal's a natural.
There you go, Silver, just about 1 and 1/2 pounds.
You are a little one.
Good work, boy.
[sigh] I'll come up with names later.
Hmm, what would Abigail do?
[TWINKLE, TWINKLE, LITTLE STAR IN SPANISH]
[yawn]
Silver, save some pellets for your sister.
[snoring]
[gasp, sigh]
[gasp]
Oh, no.
No, no, no, no.
The bunnies are gone!
[neigh]
Pru, Abigail, come quick!
What is it, Lucky?
I-- I fell asleep, and-- and the bunnies, they got away.
Don't worry, Lucky.
We'll find them.
[neigh]
I just hope the snake doesn't find them first.
Found one!
If I were a baby bunny, I would be cute.
But where would I go?
Aha!
You're coming with me, little guy.
This little girl makes three.
And this one makes four.
OK, so that just leaves--
Silver!
What if we can't find him?
[music playing]
[hiss]
[sigh]
This is all my fault. I'm a bad bunny watcher.
[rustling]
[neighing]
We can't play right now, Nina.
We have to find Silver.
I think she's trying to tell us something.
[hiss]
What is it, girl?
[gasp] Silver!
[grunt]
[hissing]
Eee!
The snake!
Ah!
Way to go, Abigail.
Good job, Nina.
We'll make sure to take them far away from here
for everyone's sake.
By the way, Lucky, did you name all the bunnies yet?
Working on it.
[music playing]
Hey, Lucky.
How is your scouting mission?
Eventful.
Spirit and I bumped into a rancher
who lost a lamb from his flock somewhere on the ranch.
He wasn't able to go after it, so I told him I would.
We'll go with you.
Oh, yeah.
No way you're meeting a baby lamb without me.
[neigh]
Thanks, pals.
Let's go, boy!
[neighing]
[music playing]
The rancher last saw the lamb in this area.
I don't know.
I don't see anything.
Me neither.
[bleating]
Do you hear something, boy?
[snort]
[bleating]
I heard it, too.
It sounded like--
Baa!
Baa!!
Abigail, what are you doing?
Speaking sheepish?
I told the lamb we could be trusted.
[rustling]
Ha!
I think it worked.
[bleating]
Hi, little lamb.
Oh, don't be scared.
You must be very hungry.
Here, have some yummy pellets.
[music playing]
[sniffs]
[crunching]
[bleats]
I guess this little guy wants carrots.
I am going to call him Hank.
He probably already has a name, you know, from his owner.
As long as he's in our care, he is Hank to me.
OK, Hank, it's time to get you home.
Let's try putting him in the rescue wagon.
Come here, Hank.
Into the wagon you go.
[neigh]
[bleating]
Or not.
I guess he wants to trot along with horses.
We'll just have to keep a close eye on him
with the wolves and other predators in the area.
[neigh]
Baa!
Oh, Hank thinks he's a horse.
[giggle] It's so cute.
He can trot along for now, but he'll get tired soon enough.
Come on, little guy.
Let's get you home in time for supper.
[music playing]
Come on, it's time to give you a break, Hank.
[bleats]
We're almost to the ranch.
[grunt]
What is it boy, another lamb?
[neigh]
[bleat]
[growling]
Hank, look out!
[snorts]
[whimpering]
[bleats]
That was close.
Too close.
[sigh]
Luckily, we have the bravest horses on the ranch.
[bleat]
Including you, Hank.
It's getting late, guys.
We better keep moving.
Maybe now, Hank will ride in the rescue wagon.
[music playing]
Attaboy, Hank.
[bleat]
OK, Hank, run along back to your flock.
Aww, they're saying goodbye.
Baa!
[nicker]
Or not.
What if he won't go with his flock?
[neigh]
[bleat]
[neigh]
[bleating]
He knows it's time to go with his family.
Bye, Hank.
[bleating]
There's the rancher!
Any time!
Don't forget to write, Hank.
[laughter]
Now that I think of it, Hank is probably more of a Henry.
[laughter]
[music playing]