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(Pru) Hey, Lucky!
(Abigail) How was your scouting mission?
(Lucky) Eventful.
Spirit and I bumped into a rancher who lost a lamb
from his flock somewhere in the range,
he wasn't able to go after it so I told him I would.
(Pru) We'll go with you.
(Abigail) Uh, yeah!
No way you're meeting a baby lamb without me.
(neighing)
(Lucky) Thanks, pals, let's go, boy!
(neighing)
(music)
The rancher last saw the lamb in this area.
(Pru) I don't know, I don't see anything.
(Abigail) Me neither.
(lamb bleating)
(Lucky) Do you hear something, boy?
(lamb bleating)
I heard it too! It sounded like...
(Abigail bleating)
(Pru) Abigail, what are you doing?
(Abigail) Speaking sheepish,
I told the lamb we could be trusted.
(Lucky) Huh! I think it worked!
(lamb bleating)
(Abigail) Hi, little lamb. Don't be scared.
You must be very hungry. Here, have some yummy pellets.
(eating)
(bleat)
(Pru) I guess this little guy wants carrots.
(Abigail) I'm going to call him Hank.
(Pru) He probably already has a name, you know, from his owner.
(Abigail) As long as he's in our care, he's Hank to me.
(Lucky) Okay, Hank, it's time to get you home.
(Abigail) Let's try putting him into the rescue wagon.
Come here, Hank.
(Pru) Into the wagon you go!
(neighing)
-(lamb bleating) -(Abigail) Or not.
Huh, I guess he wants to trot along with the horses.
(Lucky)
with the wolves and other predators in the area.
(neighing)
(bleating)
(giggling)
(Pru)
(Abigail) It's so cute!
(Pru) He can trot along for now, but he'll get tired soon enough.
(Lucky) Come on, little guy.
Let's get you home in time for supper.
(music)
(Abigail) Come on, it's time to give you a break, Hank.
(bleating)
(Lucky) We're almost to the ranch.
What is it, boy, another lamb?
(neighing)
(bleating)
(wolf growling)
(Abigail) Hey, look out!
(groaning)
(wolf howling away)
(bleating)
(Pru) That was close!
(Lucky) Too close.
(sighs)
(Abigail) Luckily we have the bravest horses on the range.
(bleating)
Including you, Hank.
(Pru) It's getting late, guys, we better keep moving.
(Lucky) Maybe now Hank will ride in the rescue wagon.
(Abigail) Attaboy, Hank!
(bleating)
(Lucky) Okay, Hank. Run along back to your flock!
(Pru) Aww! They're saying good bye.
(bleating)
(Abigail) Or not.
(Lucky) What if he won't go with his flock?
(neighing and bleating)
(bleating)
(Pru) He knows it's time to go with his family.
(Abigail) Bye, Hank!
(all bleating)
(Lucky) There's the rancher. Anytime!
(Abigail) Don't forget to write, Hank!
(giggling)
Now that I think of it,
Hank is probably more of a Henry.
(laughing)
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