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♪ Traveling on, traveling on

♪ Seems a hundred miles of hard times have already come and gone

♪ If the road that lies ahead is another hundred long

♪ Got to keep traveling on

(SCATTING)

♪ You may have heard that this old world gets smaller every day

♪ It's never far from here to there, at least that's what they say!

♪ Except when home sweet home is lost, there's no remembering where

♪ The world gets big and lonesome for a small and homesick pair

♪ Two young and lonesome critters on a search that doesn't end

♪ Their home may be beyond the ridge or just around the bend

♪ No path to find, just hills to climb, and rivers to be crossed.

♪ And getting home again is twice as hard as getting lost

(SCATTING)

♪ Traveling on, traveling on

♪ Seems a hundred miles of hard times have already come and gone

♪ If the road that lies ahead is another hundred long,

♪ Got to keep traveling on ♪

NARRATOR: It was not the best of times. It was not the worst of times.

It was just ordinary, everyday times.

That is till old fickle fate went and messed things up.

(CHITTERING)

It was in the Pacific Northwest in the USA.

It began with this family of raccoons.

Now generally raccoons stick together long after the youngsters have grown up.

In this bunch though,

there was one that didn't always go along with the others.

This guy for instance,

he had a habit of wandering off somewhere on his own.

Up to now, he'd always made it back.

But today, he was on a different trip.

And already he'd passed the point of no return.

Now as fate would have it,

some distance up the hill, there was a mother bear,

who had just given the all-clear to her cubs.

(BEAR GRUNTING)

(WHIMPERING)

Well, enough of that.

Mom decided it was time to take her family into the world beyond the den.

And this seemed like a fine day for a family outing!

(GRUNTING)

If the old girl had known what she was leading down to

she would have galloped twice as fast

in the other direction!

The way it was though, there was something Mom had been looking forward to

ever since she'd come out of hibernation.

She was going to have herself a good, long, leisurely bath.

(GROANING)

For once, Mother wasn't watching too close

and the cubs made the most of it.

Up here the stage was all set.

And meanwhile, not too far away

the young raccoon was ready to rejoin his family.

He'd never make it.

(CHIRPING)

Because right on cue, enter the villain.

(GRUNTING)

Of course, he wasn't actually villainous at all.

But he was old and grouchy,

and he just grumbled all the time.

(GROWLING)

(YELPING)

(GROWLING)

(CHITTERING)

(BEAR CUB CRYING)

(BOTH SCREECHING)

(GROWLING)

Old Grouch meant no harm to nobody,

but Mom didn't know about that.

(BOTH SNARLING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

In fate's little wilderness drama, Old Grouch got the last act rolling.

Mother bear couldn't help now.

From here on, it was up to fate

and lady luck. (YELPING)

(SNARLING)

In the way of a wilderness mother,

the she-bear would turn to the care of the cub she had left.

And accept and soon forget,

the loss of the one that couldn't be saved.

(GROANING SOFTLY)

It's a fact that bears and raccoons are both natural swimmers,

but their folks hadn't told them about that.

So, for these two, this was going to be a mighty long voyage.

♪ Traveling on, traveling on

♪ Seems a hundred miles of hard times have already come and gone

♪ If the road that lies ahead is another hundred long

♪ Got to keep traveling on ♪

(SQUAWKING)

For an hour or so, instinct and an empty stomach had been bugging the raccoon

about learning to swim.

Well, why not?

One thing's sure, this log was getting him nowhere.

(CHITTERING) (GROANING)

The bear figured, he'd be smart and just play it safe.

(GROANING)

Turned out the tidal currents were too strong for the raccoon.

He was lucky to get back on board.

(CHITTERING)

(BEAR GROANING)

Finally there came the time of slack tide.

About then, the sight of a sea otter dining on shellfish

was just too much.

The raccoon was going to get himself some shore leave

if he had to walk on that water.

This time the sea was friendly.

Even helpful.

He got a ride from the tide

and a little break from a little breaker.

(CHITTERING)

(GROANING)

Being a little longer in the legs, the bear just waded in and waded out.

To the bear, shore meant a change to catch a short nap.

To the raccoon, shore meant a chance to catch a sure dinner.

The raccoon knew how to handle a freshwater crawfish,

but a saltwater crab was just too salty.

(SNAPPING) (CHITTERING)

If critters acted like that around here, he was going back home.

He'd pick up his newfound friend and they could travel together.

(RACCOON CHITTERING) (BEAR GROANING)

And so the castaways became companions.

(CHITTERING)

Practically all animals, young and old,

have a sort of built-in sense of direction.

So these two instinctively headed inland and upward.

Somewhere far beyond was the high country

and home.

Actually the elk herd was being pestered by flies,

but that's not the way the cub heard it.

(BRAYING)

(SHRIEKING)

(CHITTERING)

(GROANING)

(RACCOON SNARLING)

(MOOING)

(BEAR GROANING)

(CHITTERING)

It seems everybody had scared everybody else.

But the youngsters made a quick recovery,

got over their fright and then got hungry.

For the bear most anything would do for food.

Even a swarm of bees was worth a try.

But he sure went after this in a roundabout way.

(BUZZING)

(BEAR YELPING)

Meanwhile the raccoon hadn't found one snail,

crawdad or pollywog in this fished-out creek.

So the bear was just in time.

The raccoon was about to leave anyway.

There's nothing like an empty stomach to fill a heart with courage.

So these youngsters were downright fearless

by the time they came upon an owl

who'd just finished a successful rabbit hunt.

(SPUTTERING) (SCREECHING)

(HOOTING)

(BEAR GROWLING)

(OWL SCREECHING)

So, for the first time,

the bear cub and the raccoon shared their food.

And the pattern was set.

For these two youngsters,

reaching home and family soon became the goal of tomorrow,

secondary to the daily goal of survival.

And so the days passed by and summer arrived,

bringing with it the berry season,

a time of easy pickin's.

Now, it's a natural fact that bears and raccoons are kind of cousins

and have common characteristics.

Like for instance, they're both omnivorous,

which means, you name it, they'll eat it.

Today their appetites got turned on by a summer run of salmon.

The question was, how to get them out of the river.

The cub figured maybe he'd fake them out

with a friendly gesture.

(GRUNTING)

All right, if he couldn't coax them out, he'd ball them out.

(ROARING)

Well, good enough, he'd just go in and fish 'em out.

Meantime, the raccoon had come to the same conclusion.

(GRUNTING)

When the cub got lucky, the raccoon figured to come in for a share.

Then everybody got all emotional about that salmon.

(BOTH SNARLING AND SCREECHING)

Meanwhile in another neck of the woods,

this wolverine was out scouting for lunch.

Like most wolverines this one figured anything that moved was edible.

Of course a rolling stone was an exception, but it sure whetted his appetite.

The raccoon had plenty of valor,

but discretion, too.

If trouble couldn't find you,

you didn't have to face it.

So what happened next

wasn't the raccoon's fault.

(BEAR ROARING)

(WOLVERINE SPUTTERING)

When discretion means a total loss,

it's time for a dash of valor.

(BOTH GROWLING AND GRUNTING)

(ALL SCREECHING AND GRUNTING)

(BEAR GRUNTING)

(BEAR GRUNTING)

(WHIMPERING)

Two bites and one swallow and it was all over but the whimpering.

Well, he could take care of that too.

(BOTH YELPING)

(CRACKING) (BEAR CUB YELLING)

(GRUNTING)

(RACCOON CHITTERING) (BEAR CUB GROANING)

♪ Traveling on, traveling on ♪

Somehow, they had this feeling they'd been here before.

But this time there was a big difference.

(GRUNTING)

They did have a way out,

and an awful good reason to take it.

(BEAR GRUNTING)

The days of autumn arrived,

bringing a time when instinct directs all nature to prepare for the coming of winter.

For the raccoon and the cub, that meant a new search.

Their need to find their families was long forgotten.

Now they only knew that they were searching,

but not what they were searching for.

(RACCOON CHITTERING) (BEAR GROANING)

The mystery cleared up one day when the bear got curious about a badger

who was busy lining his den with organic insulation.

(WHIMPERING)

Wow!

Now he knew what he'd been looking for.

A den.

And this was it.

Yes, sir, the perfect pad, period.

Just wait till he took this good news to his good buddy.

Right now, the raccoon was searching high,

but that bear was a whole lot higher!

(BEAR GROWLING URGENTLY)

The raccoon could tell that the cub was onto something big.

The one in the dark was the den's real owner.

Well, not his business.

Well, comin' up, a feuding, fussing, fighting, cussing contest...

First prize, the den.

(BADGER SNARLING)

(BEAR SHRIEKING) (BADGER SNARLING)

(BADGER SNARLING) (BEAR GROWLING)

The way the raccoon saw it, what the badger had lost,

and the bear had won, was nothing but a hole in the ground.

(CHITTERING) Well, his own ideals were a little more lofty.

So, now he knew what he was looking for,

and this was it.

(RACCOON CHITTERING)

So that took care of that. (BEAR GROANING)

Ground floor and penthouse.

All in one snug snag.

(BEAR GRUNTING)

Now, about decor...

The bear favored traditional rustic.

The raccoon,

functional modern, clean and uncluttered.

(GROWLING)

(CHITTERING)

The raccoon figured to celebrate now with a little den-warming.

Trouble was, it was already about two weeks past the bear's bedtime.

(GROANING)

(CHITTERING)

(RACCOON CHITTERING) (BEAR GROANING)

The raccoon had finally decided that maybe a nap was a good idea.

Of course to him, sleeping was only a pleasant way of getting some rest.

He had no instinct for going into the deep sleep of winter hibernation.

(CHITTERING)

But the cub sure did.

(WHIMPERING)

Autumn had not yet ended,

when in the space of a single day, the high country winter began.

The aftermath of the storm brought a time of sunlight and a touch of warmth.

Just enough to weaken winter's grip on the high country snow.

(GRUNTING)

(RUMBLING)

(CHITTERING)

What in...

Something wrong here.

(CHITTERING)

That was one shook-up raccoon.

He'd gone to sleep in a green world and woke up in a white one.

What's worse, he was now the product of a broken home.

(CHITTERING)

Yeah, about like he'd figured.

A lot of structural damage up here.

Well, he'll just have to move in downstairs.

(CHITTERING)

Then the raccoon had an idea.

They could probably find another nice double den around here somewhere.

If he could just persuade his buddy to go house-hunting again.

First, he'd have to get his attention.

(CHITTERING)

(BEAR GROANING)

(CHITTERING)

All right, he didn't need company anyway.

A second look, and second thoughts.

Maybe he'd give that bear a second chance.

(GROANING)

(CHITTERING)

Plainly, old Sleeping Beauty was under a spell.

Like it or not, he'd have to go looking alone.

He could always come back here.

Knowing about what he had in mind, he started checking out available snags.

He hadn't found what he wanted up here,

but it didn't matter.

Right then, the whole project got sidetracked.

It started because this fox was hunting for a mouse,

and this stump was hiding one.

(SQUEAKING)

(BARKING)

Now this guy's whole life was just one long, narrow squeak.

Self-made, mostly.

(SQUEAKING)

So far, so good,

except for that camp-robber jaybird.

(SCREECHING)

(SCREECHING)

(JAYBIRD SCREECHING)

The raccoon forgot all about his house hunting.

He just had to get in on some of that action.

This log had a way in, and a way out too.

Right now, both of them blocked.

(CHITTERING)

The fox called it quits,

because he caught the scent of big trouble back there.

(CHITTERING)

The atmosphere out here was as thick as the smog in the log.

That was so bad, even the skunk had to find a new place to nap.

The raccoon froze his nose on purpose

and that helped a little.

Not enough, though.

Well, maybe he could sleep it off.

He'd just go back and den up with his buddy, the bear.

He should have made this move sooner.

Around here, there was only one available space,

which had just been taken over by that claim-jumping polecat.

(SNORING)

(SNORING)

Deep in his winter sleep, the bear never knew

that he and his friend had reached the parting of the ways.

(CHITTERING)

Now, a raccoon is a natural born scrounger.

Even in a rough winter, if he can turn up a few frozen grubs

chances are he'll get by all right.

In the beginning, the raccoon was more than a little bit lonesome.

But the business of just keeping alive left little time to think of anything else.

And somewhere along the way, loneliness got lost in the snows of winter,

and was gone with the coming of spring.

Once again now, in the valleys,

the annual raising of young began.

(QUACKING) (PEEPING)

Of course, this one-year-old raccoon couldn't yet raise a family,

but he could go down there and raise his standard of living,

like having goose eggs for breakfast.

(GEESE HONKING AND HISSING)

Plainly, the raccoon had learned to survive very well on his own.

And behind the forest curtain of the high country,

so had the bear.

And judging by his size now at midsummer, he'd learned very well indeed.

Then came a certain day on a certain mountainside

when fate again arranged for two paths to cross.

(CHITTERING)

(GRUNTING)

(CHITTERING)

(CHITTERING)

For few moments, something dim and distant,

almost a memory, drifted very close to the surface.

But for a few moments only.

Then it was gone.

Forever.

(GRUNTING)

Yet, something remained between them.

A strange bond that would never be broken.

The bear and the raccoon would share this corner of the wilderness world.

But by the natural law, each must go his separate way.

♪ Traveling on, traveling on

♪ Seems a hundred miles of hard times have already come and gone

♪ Mmm-hmm ♪

And so, even though they might meet again,

they could never again be friends.

But one thing's sure. They would never be enemies.

(CHITTERING)