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(hurried music)

- Ow!

(plate breaking)

- Light 'er up!

(explosion)

(sputtering)

(water splashing)

- Okay, oh boy!

(chickens clucking)

Oh, oh, oh!

(crashing)

(glass breaking)

(hollow knocking)

(cannon firing)

(crash)

(hollow knocking)

(yelling)

(metal clanging)

- Ow!

(metal clanging)

(crashing)

(hollow knocking)

- Ow!

(hollow knocking)

- Pick up the wire.

(smacking)

(horn blaring)

(crashing)

(slapping)

- Come on!

(hollow knocking) (belly thump)

(yelling together)

- Hiya.

Remember us?

That's how we made our living for 50 consecutive years.

- Yeah, and we got the scars to prove it.

- And I still got a few of the aches and pains.

- Yep, for a half a century, we've been stars.

And suddenly we realized, that although our work

took us around the world, we never got to see anything

but the inside of our dressing rooms.

- And what do you think we finally did?

- [All] We quit.

(silly trumpet march playing)

(whistling)

- Moose!

Here, Moose.

(playful music)

(cars honking)

(airplane taking off)

(whooshing)

- Whew!

Sure saved a lot of driving on those crowded highways.

See this?

This is a straw, a short one.

And I drew it.

So, lucky Larry is in Palm Springs, relaxing at a pool.

Curly Joe is in sunny Miami, visiting relatives.

And I'm here in the noisy city to tell you a story

about our first adventure in the great outdoors.

After we disembarked from our campground in the sky,

we headed right for the fabulous Lewis and Clark

country in southern Idaho.

And it all started with this walkie-talkie.

When I press the button and said, "Curly Joe,

it's Moe, do you read me?"

(high-pitched squealing and static)

- [Curly Joe] This is Curly Joe, I read

you loud and clear.

Over.

(static)

- Pardon me.

I gotta be careful with those old habits.

Well, the fun really started when I said to Curly Joe,

"Curly Joe, how am I doin'?

"How am I doin', Curly Joe?"

- [Curly Joe] Okay Moe, back slowly, atta boy.

You're doin' fine, Moe, fine.

Keep it coming.

You know me, I'm the navigator boy.

Just leave it to me, I know what it's all about.

That's it, come on back, come on back there.

- Okay Admiral Blimp.

- Leave it to me boy, I know what I'm doin'.

Atta boy, just come straight back.

Atta Boy, come on, come on slowly, leave it up to me.

That's it, come on, come on, hey, hey, oop...

(water splashing)

- He lost his hat, go get it, Moose.

(water splashing)

(Moose barking)

(splashing and sputtering)

(playful music)

- [Curly Joe] - (indistinct shout)

- He's liable to drown.

- Are you kiddin'?

With all that blubber he'll float.

(water splashing)

- I heard that remark Moe, it wasn't my fault,

somebody pushed me right over there.

(playful music)

(water splashing)

- Just launch the ship.

- Launch the ship.

- Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, launch the ship.

That's a good idea.

(water splashing)

- You read the instructions, I'll do it.

- Instructions, yeah.

All righty, all righty.

It says, be sure and secure the bowline prior

to releasing the winch cable.

- Get the bow line.

- The bow line.

You're gonna do the work, eh?

- Come on, the bow line.

- Here's the bow line.

- That's it.

Once the bow line is secure, release the wench,

and the boat will slide into the water.

- Release the wench and the boat will slide

into the water.

- Right.

That's it.

That a boy.

- Okay,

(grunting)

And we'll move there, slide into the water there.

- Watch that there. (laughs)

(Moose whimpering)

(ominous music)

- We've got to get that plank up.

I'll flip the lever.

- Ow!

- Imbeciles, for 50 years I've been surrounded

with imbeciles!

And I'm still surrounded with imbeciles.

Where's that fatso with the instruction book?

Hey Fatso!

- Fatso?

Alright, I heard that, I heard that Moe.

I used to get paid a lot of money for taking your insults,

but no more buddy boy, no more, no more.

- He's right.

We're ex-stooges, we oughta start acting like ex-stooges.

- Yeah.

- Well, sometimes I. . I, I, I, I!

Dummy you tied the boat loose!

- Hey Moose, go get the boat.

(heroic music)

- Bring it Moose.

- He's got it.

- [Moe] Hey, we've got 80 pounds of retriever

retrieving a 3,000 pound boat.

- [Curly Joe] That's it Moose.

- Come on. - Help me.

- Come on, give him a hand.

- Come on Moosey boy, we're going for a ride.

- [Curly Joe] Okay fellas, everybody in their place.

Everyone be seated, okay.

Alright Moe, I'll check the. . .

- Captain Moe please?

- Okay, Captain Moe Please.

Okay, first, blower on.

- Blower on.

- Okay, lower your prop.

(buzzing)

Start your motor.

- That's a beautiful job, Captain.

- Thank you, Lieutenant.

- Okay now, back slowly. Slowly Captain Please.

- Backing up slowly.

(engine whines)

Well, there we were, finally afloat

and following a trail made famous by Lewis and Clark

on that magnificent river called Snake.

It was our first real taste of blue water and fresh air.

And believe me, it was delicious.

Here we passed directly under Massacre Rocks,

just a stone's throw from the famous Oregon Trail.

Appropriately named because of a series

of Shoshone massacres during the early 1860s.

This was a dangerous part of the Oregon Trail

for more reasons than one.

The famous Hunt party traveling west

and trailblazing the Oregon Trail itself,

met with a disaster fording rapids just a few miles

from this very spot.

And that was few miles further

than these three ex-stooges intended to explore.

So, away we went, our noses aimed straight

toward the fantastic Jackson Hole country of Western Wyoming

Discovered by John Cover,

who spurred the Lewis and Clark expedition,

and preserved by a wise government.

Grand Teton National Park remains a primitive masterpiece

of nature for future generations.

We had heard many stories about the famous cutthroat trout

in huge Jackson Lake.

We were anxious to get started on our first fishing trip.

Remembering vividly our recent launching experience

at the Snake River,

we approached the ramp at Colter Bay

with slow deliberation and extreme caution.

(trumpet march playing)

That's what I call a slight improvement.

(Moose barking)

Moose really wanted to retrieve that boat again,

but national parks have strict regulations

prohibiting dogs in boats.

- Give us a push Joe.

- Push away.

(orchestral music)

- [Curly Joe] Boy, look at the size of those mountains.

It's like the Swiss Alps.

- [Moe] You don't know your Alps from your Tetons.

- [Curly Joe] Now don't get nasty.

This may get on television.

- [Moe] Very funny.

- Maybe my luck will be better in the back.

(hollow knocking)

Oh!

Oh, my aching head.

Hey, I got a bite.

- You got a bite! - Where is it? Where is it?

- Pull it in. - Where is it at?

(indistinct yelling)

- Come on Willy. Come on boy. Get that thing up here.

- Oh, yeah! - Yay!

- Good boy, good boy Joe.

- Hey, watch the hooks, watch the hooks.

- I did it, I did it, I did it.

(high pitched whoops)

- I'm the champion!

(happy music)

- [Moe] It was just a short drive from Jackson Lake,

and we were at fabulous Yellowstone.

Our first stop was Old Faithful Inn

where we would headquarter during our visit to the park.

- Alright. Get down boy, get down.

(crowd talking)

- This is just beautiful. Look at that.

(Moose barking)

- [Moe] The crowds at the inn were marvelous.

(chuckles)

It took a full hour of autograph signing

and reminiscing with old fans

before we finally made our getaway

and crossed the Firehole River

to visit the unbelievable spectacle of Upper Geyser Basin.

The sights here at Yellowstone are mind-boggling.

Miles of eerie landscape dotted with steaming vents,

bubbling mud volcanoes, scalding cauldrons

and boiling mounds.

It was like exploring the surface of an alien planet.

I'd hate to walk around here at night.

You could get hard-boiled in 30 seconds.

- [Curly Joe] Here, get us in a few right over here.

It sounds like my stomach.

- [Moe] Your stomach never sounded that good.

- [Curly Joe] That's a crazy way to make coffee ain't it?

- [Moe] How do you like him?

Always thinking of something to eat.

(steaming)

- [Moe] Ah, there, there's making all the bubbles.

- [Curly Joe] You never saw nothing like that.

- Wait a minute, get the edge now.

Get the edge, get the edge.

- It's like a witch's brew.

The only place in the world

where it's got something like that, you know that?

You don't know that.

I know that, I know that.

- That's a geezer.

- You must of read it somewhere.

- I don't know, geezer, geyser, it's fantastic.

- [Moe] We crossed the famous fishing bridge

on Yellowstone Lake and were on our way

to the one of the wonders of the world,

the Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone River.

Here nature puts on a display that defies description.

The park itself is named for the canyon's fantastic coloring

caused by the forces of the river which gorged sheer cliffs

out of volcanic rock to reveal a spectacle of hues

from pale yellow to brilliant orange and flaming red.

- Wow, this is very gorgeous.

- Let me get a picture of that.

- Get it, get it a good one.

- The lower falls plunges 308 feet

between 1,000 foot cliffs.

It's mist and the late afternoon sun,

combining to make the river below

look like a silvery glacier.

- This is beautiful.

- If it's so beautiful, tell me, what are we doing up here?

- Hey, come on, come on. - Trying to be funny, huh?

- Come on Moose, take a look at it.

Look. See that, see that. Let him see it.

Atta boy. Come one, get up boy.

- [Larry] I'm getting a beautiful shot.

- [Curly Joe] Aw, ain't that pretty?

(majestic music)

(water rushing)

- [Moe] Poor Moose.

Somehow the whole miracle of nature bored him.

But the day was still young and ahead was an adventure

that he would never forget.

- That looks like a nice spot.

- Come on, come on.

- Sorry old buddy, but we'll only be gone a short while.

- You know the rules sweetheart.

No dogs allowed in boats in national parks.

- So take a nap and enjoy the scenery, we'll be right back.

- Yeah, don't go away.

- Stay there. Good boy. Atta boy.

(Moose barking and whining)

- It's okay Moose. We just want to see the lake.

- Be still, I'll bring you back a fish.

- Relax.

(birds chirping)

(Moose barking frantically)

(splashing)

(orchestral music)

(boat engine running)

(crow calling)

(Moose barking)

(splashing)

(happy music)

(splashing)

(birds chirping)

- Hey, we've been out quite awhile.

How's the gasoline, Captain?

- Oh I don't know.

The arrow is pointing halfway.

I don't know if it's half empty or half full.

- Aw, come on.

What are you doing them old jokes for? Forget the jokes.

- Back to the marina and we'll drive.

(happy music)

(Moose whining)

(splashing)

(bear groaning)

(Moose yelping)

(Moose barking)

(laughing)

- I know what I'm doing, don't worry.

- Oh boy, oh boy. You look like a dirty lawn in the fall.

- Very funny. You guys all laugh when I get first prize

for taking a picture of a deer.

The only way to get a picture of an animal,

is to camouflage yourself and sneak up on them.

- Yeah well, watch out for the bears.

They're liable to think you're a berry bush

and chew your arm off, so watch it.

- Oh, oh, oh, yeah.

- What?

- Come on!

(ominous music)

- He's gone.

- And there's wild bear here.

- Moose, we gotta find Moose.

- Yeah.

- Moose.

- Hey, you go that way.

You go that way.

I'll go this way.

- Moose.

- Here Moose, here Moose.

Here Moose, here Moose.

- Moose, here Moose, Moose.

- He must be blind as a bat.

- Moose.

I gotta find that dog.

Moose.

Moose.

(branches rustling.

- Moose, moose.

Hi, any luck?

- Nothing, not a sign.

- Have you seen Larry?

- Come to think of it, I haven't seen him in hours.

- That's all we need.

Now we've got to look for Moose and for Larry.

- Well, that's the way it is.

- Here Moose, here Larry, here Larry.

- What is it Moe?

- You know, I give up with that idiot.

Every time things go wrong, he makes it worse.

I wouldn't be surprised if he's out there now

with a stick of dynamite, trying to catch a fish.

- Yeah well, we better catch him.

Hey Larry. - Alright, find somebody here.

- Hey Larry. - Here Moose, here Moose.

Moose, I knew I'd find you.

I'll show those guys who's the idiot.

Moose, come here boy.

(Moose barking)

Hold up, wait a minute.

It's Larry.

(Moose barking) (trumpet march)

- Hey Curly Joe.

- Hi Moe.

- I quit, I'm pooped.

- Yeah, this is terrible.

There's no sign of them anyplace.

(Larry yelling) (Moose barking)

- I found him, I found him.

I found him, I found him.

- Easy now, easy now.

- You found him, yes.

- He found Moose.

Good boy Moose. - Alright Moose.

Come here boy. - Come here boy.

- Your really a super duper Moose finder,

you really are.

- [Moe] (laughing) Poor Larry.

For 50 years the scripts never let him do anything right.

I guess it's become a habit.

Moose finally recognized an old friend

beneath all that camouflage

and we headed back to the geyser fields

for a gag we just couldn't resist playing.

- [Crowd Members] Hey Mom, look!

It's the stooges.

Hey look at that there.

It looks like some kind of--

They must be crazy.

(roaring water)

(squeaking wheel)

(water splashing)

(squeaking wheel)

(crash)

Better get out of here, the rangers are coming.

What kind of a prank was that?

(siren blaring)

- [Moe] Just 14 miles after a hasty exit

from the west gate of Yellowstone,

we stopped to try out luck at Timber Creek.

A small stream that flows into Henry's Lake

and teams with native brook trout.

(birds chirping)

(plopping in water)

- Whoa there, easy now boy, easy.

Aha, now that's what I call luck.

Push, cast, and pow.

- Boy is he lucky.

- Play him easy Moe, easy does it.

- Hold this for me, I'll get a picture.

- Easy fella, easy now.

Okay boy, come in here. - Okay Moe, I'll get it.

- Oh Larry!

- What, what? - I've got something.

- That's mine!

- I caught it!

- Don't tell me, I just set it down.

- Here, have this one.

- You're supposed to have this one.

- Here take that.

- I don't want that one.

- He caught the fish, its only your pole.

- I, I, I, come on. - Out of my way.

Get away from it,

- I don't get it.

What are you doing?

- [Curly Joe] Get away, would ya?

- [Larry] That's my fish.

- [Curly Joe] I know what I'm doing.

- [Larry] Watch it, watch it, watch it, watch it.

- [Curly Joe] Whoa! Oh, I got a dandy.

- Put my name on it.

That's mine.

- (chuckles gleefully) That's mine.

He belongs to, you're mine.

Yes you are.

He's mine.

(kissing sound)

- No, he is not.

He's mine.

(kissing sound)

There. I finally got a fish.

- You haven't caught a fish to kiss.

Get out of here.

Go over here and help me get this one off.

- I'll get this one off.

- I finally caught a fish and he took it away.

- Hold the pole.

- [Moe] Moose was fascinated by the string of fish

that Joe and I had caught.

And Larry, (chuckles) skunked as usual,

had reached a peak of frustration.

- I still say they're my fish.

- Aw, stop beefing, you haven't caught anything

since we've been out.

- For two weeks I've been telling you,

if you don't hook them, you don't eat them.

- Yeah.

- It' that simple.

- That's a prank.

- [Moe] Poor Larry.

It's as if the entire trout population of Idaho

was deliberately conspiring to drive him crazy.

Feeling sorry for him,

we headed for a famous fishing spot

where he could at least look at trout.

Big Springs, Idaho,

and the unbelievable sight of the Henry's Fork

of the Snake River

bubbling up from underground, and within yards,

becoming a full-fledged river.

Fishing is prohibited in this natural aquarium.

In addition to its year round trout population,

millions of Kokanee salmon come each fall

to spawn in its crystal waters.

- Look down there.

- Yeah, here.

- Look at all those fish.

- Oh boy.

- [Moe] Did you ever see anything like that?

No wonder they don't allow fishing.

- [Curly Joe] Look at that one over there.

He must weigh eight pounds.

Hey, let's feed them some bread.

- Look at that folks.

- Hey, look at them grab it.

(water splashing)

- [Moe] Holy mackerel, look at them go.

They must be starving.

- [Curly Joe] I'd hate to put my finger in there.

- [Larry] Yeah, they're like piranahs.

- [Curly Joe] I bet every fishing rod ever invented

would work here.

- [Moe] Those red ones are Kokanee salmon.

- [Larry] Look at them go.

- [Moe] Hey Larry, get a picture.

- Ain't that something, Moe?

- Boy, in a place like this, even Larry could catch a fish.

- You wanna bet?

(laughing)

- [Moe] Remembering Larry's skill with rod and reel,

Joe backed out of his offer and we traveled downstream

for a little diversionary boating.

(trumpet march)

- [Moe] Help, help, I'm out of control.

I'm going under the bridge.

Help!

- [Curly Joe] Hold on Moe, I'm coming.

- [Moe] Help, help!

- [Bystander] Easy does it, easy does it.

I'll get you.

- Help, hurry!

Whew, for a minute there I thought . . .

(squealing)

(crash)

Look out you numbskull.

- [Curly Joe] I'm coming Moe, I'm coming.

(squealing)

(crash)

- [Moe] Look out, you fat idiot.

- [Curly Joe] Sorry.

(engine sputtering)

- [Moe] By now, Larry was determined to catch his first fish

and he couldn't have picked a better spot.

Henry's Lake is unquestionably one of the best

cutthroat and rainbow lakes in America.

Limits of fish up to 15 pounds are not uncommon.

Larry couldn't wait to wet his line

and 155 horses were speeding us to Staley's Springs.

The hottest spot on the lake where good fishing

and good accommodations lure sportsmen

from all over the country.

Toss the anchor, Joe.

- [Curly Joe] Yes sir, Captain Moe.

(chain clinking)

(splashing)

- [Moe] Get your rods ready fellas,

while I maneuver us into position.

This is it Larry.

You're on the best lake in Idaho.

So pay attention to your rod

and let's see if you can finally break the ice.

- You, two weeks you've been going without a bite.

Why don't you get some action?

- Yeah well, this is very boring.

- Yeah, why don't you fish with your hat then?

- Oh shut up, I think I'll go take a nap.

- Alright, go take a nap, relax.

- [Curly Joe] Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh.

Thought I had it but it got away if it was.

And Moose, you haven't got a bite, you got skeeters.

- Whoa.

What is that?

Easy, I got this.

Larry, get the net.

- I got the net.

- Hey boy.

- [Larry] Bring him over here.

- [Moe] Wait a minute, get that net there.

- [Larry] Keep him so he don't jump off.

- [Moe] Oh, I hope I don't lose him.

Come on there buddy.

Oh boy, look at him go.

- Atta boy Moe.

- I got him. - Oh boy.

- Easy now. Here, here.

- Put him down here, I'll get him out.

- Easy now.

- He is fighting.

That's a fighting fish boy, big fella.

- Whoa, wait a minute.

- Hey, whoa, I got one, I got one.

I need some help.

- [Moe] You got one? Okay.

- Larry, I need some help.

(exaggerated spring noise)

- What was that?

- Well, watch him.

There you go, watch him, watch him, watch him, watch him.

Get him, get him, get him!

- I got him, I got him.

I got ahold of him.

He's fighter boy, I'll tell ya.

- It ain't yours, it ain't yours.

It's mine.

- [Moe] Hey Larry help!

I've got another one.

- Okay, get him out of there.

- I got the hook up.

Larry, bring the net.

- [Larry] Come here.

Oh, I got a fish!

That's on mine isn't it.

- Take it easy now Larry.

- [Larry] I'm taking it easy.

- [Moe] Oh, now Larry.

- [Larry] It's mine.

- [Moe] You know how many times I. . .

- Get him over here.

- How many times I've told you before.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I got a fish.

- Now wait a minute, you have to--

- I've got a fish.

- Please, please pay attention, will you?

- I told you, I got a fish.

- Look, I caught the fish, Larry.

- But that's my rod!

- Alright, now take it easy.

It's your rod, I caught it.

I told you so many times, if you don't hook them,

you don't eat them.

I caught the fish.

- I gotta give up, I gotta give up.

Don't call me no more, I'm gonna go to sleep.

- [Moe] As we left Henry's Lake,

Larry's incomparable record was still intact.

A big, fat zero.

Our next stop was Redfish Lake.

One of Idaho's alpine jewels.

Nestled in the magnificent setting

of the Sawtooth Mountains.

Just north of Sun Valley in central Idaho,

Redfish Lake and Stanley Basin

are one of the state's top recreational areas.

Cruising on these high, mountain lakes

is a boatman's dream.

Miles of scenic, uncrowded waters

so crystal clear you can see the bottom 30 or 40 feet below.

(happy music)

This was relaxation at its zenith.

A far cry from the noise and grit of the city we call home.

We could see fish below in the clear water

but were content just to sit and soak up

the fantastic scenery.

Some of the Sawtooth Mountains tower over 12,000 feet

and the entire area,

dotted with snow-capped peaks and alpine lakes,

is known to many as the American Alps.

Unquestionably, one of the choicest camping

and boating areas in the country.

And we were heading back to the marina

for our first experience at outdoor camping.

(yawning)

- Oh what a beautiful day.

- Good morning Curly Joe.

- Good morning Moe.

Good morning Larry.

- Good morning.

- Hey, I didn't sleep a wink last night.

- What was the matter?

- I snored so loud I kept myself awake.

- Aw, come on.

- Come on, we've got work to do gentleman.

Curly Joe, please take care of the wood.

Larry, please take care of the fire.

- What are you gonna do?

- Nothing.

- Don't strain yourself.

- Oh, come on.

- Here Larry, hold that.

- [Moe] And so began a typical, ordinary day in camp.

Shaving in the fresh, mountain air

is something I had never experienced.

It was a great feeling.

Poor Joe, he was used to getting clubbed

with those kind of instruments.

(laughing) Not using them.

Sometimes a simple thing like combing your hair

can get to be a habit.

A bad habit.

Joe wasn't much of a woodsman

but he did have one phobia: litter.

And old Fatso was constantly cleaning up the campground.

A job appreciated by all.

(crash)

Well, almost everybody.

- Hey those boys are lazy, aren't they Moose?

Little western music?

(Moose barks)

No?

Rock and roll?

(Moose barks)

No?

How about a little classical.

(Moose barks twice)

(laughing) That's what I like, a dog with taste.

Come up here, Moose.

Come on listen and relax.

Before long, Joe had become a litter fanatic.

I know you wouldn't believe this if you weren't seeing it,

but he actually rigged up a motorized, campground,

high-speed, vacuuming contraption,

(laughing) for lack of a better name.

And away he went, doing his duty for forest and country.

Outdoors and indoors, he was determined that the wilderness

would be immaculate.

His was truly an immaculate contraption.

(crash)

- What are you trying to do?

Run somebody over?

- You're a fine one to talk, do you know. . .

Do you know your tent rope was in my litter line?

You're the guys I've been watching.

You've been littering up the campground.

That's why I've been vacuuming the place

and you're going to get in trouble, buddy boy,

I'll tell you that right now.

- Have you been littering?

- [Curly Joe] Yeah, both of you.

You're the worst kind of litterers.

The ranger's gonna get you fella.

You'll see.

Look what you did to my contraption.

I was doing so good, vacuuming the whole place,

and you with that tent, your stakes.

You're gonna hurt somebody.

Think I did it on purpose?

Your tent pole was right there.

That's what.

(exasperated sighing)

(fancy music)

- Watch it, watch it Moe.

- What's the matter, what is it?

- That's my new trap.

- You've gotta be kidding.

- Wait a minute, I'll show you how it works.

See, the animal eats the fruit which pulls this string,

which shuts that door and that string goes down

and sets that trap.

When that trap goes off, it pulls this string

and drops the rock down.

When the rock drops down, the bucket of water goes up.

When the water gets to the top, it tilts down

and it fill this cup.

It starts a see-saw.

The candle goes up and it burns that string,

which drops that hammer, which release the shutter,

and when the shutter goes down, the flashbulbs go up.

Then you got the picture of the year.

- What's that?

- A picture of a deer, a real, live deer.

- Now just relax Larry, just relax.

- Yeah.

- Now we'll go get Moose.

- And we'll all go to lunch.

- Yeah.

- Before the man in the white coat comes.

- Is he coming to lunch too?

- Not to lunch, he's coming to grab you.

Now let's go.

- Well, well, look at that.

- The 21 club of the woods.

- Who's the caterer?

- The master chef.

Gentlemen, be seated.

- I'll sit down.

- Thank you.

- There we are.

Now Moose, you can join us too.

Right there boy.

(thunder crashing)

- Uh oh, uh oh.

- Quick, before we drop.

- Hurry, let's get this stuff in the camper.

- Larry, out of my way, look out.

(harmonica music)

- How's dinner coming Captain Moe?

- Chef Moe, if you please.

- Okay, Chef Moe If You Please.

- Boy, am I hungry.

- Hey Larry, let's you and I set the table.

- Yeah, it's safer there.

- Oh boy, I can hardly wait.

(whistles)

- [Moe] Hey boy, hey there.

Hidey ho, rainbow trout coming up.

Ready for it boys?

Here you go, help yourself.

- Ooh, delicious boy.

Trout for me.

- Put some on my plate please?

- Oh sure, Moe.

There's two little ones for you.

- Tonight we'll eat trout.

- That's for Moose.

- Ah, ah, ah, ah.

No littering.

I'll take that.

- You're right.

Here you are Moose.

Some nice fresh, boned trout.

Atta baby.

- Hey Moe, where's my fish?

- If you don't hook them, you don't eat them.

Moose, have some.

- Have some Moose, atta boy.

- Atta boy.

- Moose likes it, Moose likes it.

- [Moe] He knows a good vintage when he tastes it.

There's nothing I like better than a tall glass

of cool, red vintage.

- I wish I was a dog.

- [Curly Joe] Okay fellas, come on.

Beddy bye time. - Come on Moose.

Get up there.

- Come on, time to go to bed.

Atta boy.

- [Moe] Beddy bye time.

- [Curly Joe] I get to sleep in the upper.

- I'm gonna have to put some goose grease on ya

and slide ya.

- Wait a minute, wait, wait.

This doesn't fit my personality.

- It doesn't fit your belly either.

- Yeah, it's not my fault.

You were in my way.

- I was in your way.

- Yes sir.

- Oh, I'm beg your pardon.

- Well, that's better.

- How, how?

Get to the tent.

- Oh, not back to the, I slept in the tent last night!

- Well, you're gonna sleep there again tonight.

Belly and all.

- Oh no.

- Out. Out. Out.

- (sarcastically) Out, out, out.

- Larry, finish up the dishes will ya?

You slowpoke.

- Out, out, out.

- [Moe] Shut that door.

- (muttering) Shut the door.

Okay, the tent.

(romantic music)

(trap snapping)

(splashing)

- What was that?

I did it. I did it.

- Fellas, what was that flash?

I was sleeping all alone.

- No, no.

I got a picture of a deer.

- Who's deer? What deer?

- Come on fellas.

(trumpet blaring)

- [Moe] By morning, we were well on our way

to Northern Idaho and passing Arrow Rock Dam.

This huge reclamation project on the Boise River,

cascades an awesome torrent of water

that covers the entire area in a perpetual mist

and creates a mighty turbulence below the dam

that transforms the placid river

into a facsimile of a stormy ocean.

We drove by the beautiful state capital of Boise

and headed due north to Idaho's panhandle

to the fabulous fishing of Pend Oreille and Priest Lakes.

- [Curly Joe] Okay Larry, this is it.

Lake Pend Oreille.

Your big chance.

- [Moe] Yeah, Joe's right.

If you can't catch them here, you'll never catch them.

- [Curly Joe] Good cast.

- [Moe] Will you look at that crazy retriever.

(laughing)

He thinks your playing ball Larry.

Hey, you caught yourself a Moose.

- Let go, will you Moose.

- Here Moose, bring it back.

That's it Moose.

Come on here Moose.

Come on baby.

- That's the last ride for you Moose.

- Come right up.

- I'm never taking you with me anymore, that's it.

- Come on, get up, come on.

Hey, watch it Moose.

- Good, get them all wet, that's it.

They deserve it.

Two wet guys.

- He's got me crazy.

- Why don't you just keep trying,

he's bound to get tired.

- Fisherman.

(splashing)

- [Moe] Poor Larry, he was really jinxed.

Moose was literally driving him out of his mind.

The bright float acted on his retriever instincts

and nothing could stop him from doing his in-born duty.

It was really funny in the end.

It was sad.

- Aw, you stay Moose.

This is the last time.

Come here, come here.

No Moose, no.

How many times do I have to tell you?

Now this is the fourth time.

Cut it out.

Hey Moose, come here, please play.

Come on.

- What's happening.

- Moose has got a fish.

- Atta boy Moose.

Play him easy now.

- [Moe] That's it boy, hold on to it.

- Don't hurt them.

- What a fishing dog.

Bring him in, you can do it Moose.

- [Curly Joe] Yeah, you can do it.

Just play him easy.

- Please play Moose, that's my fish.

- Nevermind him Moose.

Nevermind, take care of your fish kid.

Nevermind him, you do what you want.

- Come on.

- He's a better fisherman than you are.

- That's my fish.

Mine. My fish.

Mine.

- [Moe] Moose had added insult to injury

while Larry's frustration reached past the boiling point.

The experience left a bad taste in his mouth

and he urged us to leave Pend Oreille

and move north to the virgin wilderness

of Upper Priest Lake.

Feeling sorry for him,

we transported our boat north to Priest Lake

and crossed this large, scenic body of water

on our way to the narrow passageway,

known as the thoroughfare,

that connected Upper and Lower Priest.

We sped to the very top of the lake

and began searching for the narrow channel.

The opening was well marked and we slowed to a crawl

as we entered.

The thoroughfare has a serene beauty all its own

that tempts you to take your eyes off the water

as you try to keep a steady course

over the narrow, deep channel.

One mistake and you're locked on a sandbar

in this lonely, remote wilderness.

The bottom is covered with large, submerged trees

that can wreak havoc with a boat.

Moose was appointed First Mate

and became my second set of eyes,

barking every time he saw a strange object underwater.

(Moose barking)

This is really a virgin wilderness.

Rubbing elbows with the Canadian border,

the entire area is untouched by civilization

as much as it was thousands of years ago.

With each mile, the scenery became more beautiful

and the area more lonely.

This was the last stretch just before the channel widens

and enters Upper Priest.

A truly magnificent wilderness lake.

We were the only boat in the entire area and this time,

Larry was positive that he had finally reached his spot.

This was to be his day.

It was also his last chance

as we would be heading home tomorrow.

With this in mind, we all fished diligently

for three solid hours.

And then . . .

- Well Moe, it looks like we got our limits.

- What a day with rod and reel.

(laughing)

Have a little patience my lad.

One of these days you'll stay awake long enough

to catch a fish.

- Yeah, and all you need is a little skill, perseverance,

finesse, know-how, craftsmanship, and technique.

Again.

- Oh. I quit.

- He's disgusted.

(splashing)

(laughing)

- How about that.

Ah, ah, ah, ah.

One for Moe, one for me, and one for Moose.

(laughing)

His hat.

Well, your hat's a good, good fisherman.

- Better than you are.

Poor Larry.

Five weeks on the greatest fishing waters in America,

and even his hat did three times as good as he did.

Well, maybe his luck will improve

after we board our campground in the sky

and head our rig for the inland waters of Japan.

Sayonara.

(gong reverberating)