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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)