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Mirren: Earth.

A glistening jewel,

set against the velvety black of the universe.

A true wonder.

Bird: Hull, yeah.

Mirren: From this vantage,

natural forms exist only in abstract.

To fully embrace this vibrant, wild place...

we must lean in for a closer look.

Monkey: Do you think this is gonna make us famous?

Monkey #2: It worked for Kim and Paris.

Why wouldn't it work for us?

And as we explore the peaks and valleys

of our celestial home,

we are beckoned closer still...

by the animals.

Our earthly neighbors, so like us,

woven into the fabric of this world,

and imbued with the wisdom and poise of nature.

Warthog: I farted and a little bit of poop came out.

Oopsie!

Mirren: Take note of these noble creatures,

for their stories ‐‐

and their secrets ‐‐

are now ours to share.

Mobster hawk: You tell anyone about this and we'll break ya beak.

Hawk: Okay, okay! I won't tell nobody!

I promise!

Prepare to see the world around you

in a startling new light.

A universe of revelations whispered to you,

when nature calls.

Animals exist in an unpredictable world

full of threats, anger, and simmering resentments,

all the more notable,

as many of them aren't even on social media.

To persevere, they must suppress the instinct to lash out.

But on Rodrigues Island in the Indian Ocean,

the fruit bat shows us that conflict resolution

is not easily achieved.

Bat #1: You're insane!

Val Kilmer was the better Batman!

Bat #2: What? George Clooney was the better Batman!

No, Kilmer.

No, Clooney!

Look, Clooney's fight scenes were trash, bro.

Kilmer's Batman was exactly like the comics.

Well, at least Clooney's Batsuit had way better Batnipples ‐‐

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

What are we doing? This is crazy.

You're right. We need to stop.

'Cause Michael Keaton was the best Batman of all time!

Oh, I know you're not gonna trash my boy Ben Affleck!

Dude! Good lord!

Cut your fingernails!

Mirren: Animals must toil to maintain status in their social groups.

The apes...

the fish...

the ants...

they're all participants in this so‐called "rat race."

Even the rats, I suppose ‐‐

an animal who, thankfully, we have no footage of.

Although actually, there was that cute video, wasn't there,

of a subway rat eating a slice of pizza ‐‐

do we own that one?

No?

Oh, well.

As a long day draws to a close, many animals,

like the white‐flippered penguin on the coast of New Zealand,

seek out the rejuvenating pleasures of alone time.

It took me 10 years to find the Beach of Solitude,

but finally, peace and quiet is mine.

Finally, I could exclaim with no one to hear that

I! Am! Alooooone!

Oh, crap!

Woah‐oh‐oh! Look at dis beach!

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

Wowza, mama! This is paradise!

Walk around naked

chugging mai tais all day on this sucker!

Gonna grill me some hot dogs,

blastin' "Margaritaville"!

Woo‐hoo! Spring break!

Aw, that's too bad.

Guess I've gotta kill this guy.

Mirren: Survival on this planet can be arduous,

and that's without the presence of annoying interlopers.

Therefore, it is important to reward hard work

with simple indulgences.

Creatures in the wild need to cut loose,

and perhaps grab a stolen moment

at their favorite watering hole,

which is really just their version of having a beer.

Ooh, speaking of which...

Jerry: Actually, I don't think we're allowed to have

drinks in the studio...

Oh, keep your shirt on, Jerry.

It's just "prop" beer.

Mmm.

Ahhh.

Oh, that's a good prop beer.

In his quest for some rest and relaxation,

this black bear has stumbled upon a curious spot

within Mexico's Sonoran Forest.

Dennis: Now who's the most popular one in the neighborhood?

You have a trampoline?

I have a pool.

That's right ‐‐

a partial in‐ground pool.

What's up?

Now it's time to sit back, relax,

and wait for everyone to come over

and hang out in my partial in‐ground pool.

Is it totally in the ground?

No.

Is it totally above ground?

Absolutely not.

I went with the partial in‐ground pool.

So I'll ask again ‐‐

now who's the most popular one in the neighborhood?

Dennis.

That's who.

This is gonna be an amazing summer.

Mirren: We take our leave of the Mexican forest

and head for the brackish waters of the Amazon Delta

to witness the touching interplay

between a family of giant sea otters.

Chuck: Okay, Connor, so here we go again.

You don't want to be a big boy and leave the park,

and so like a little baby boy,

you're getting carried home from the park.

Doris: Hi, Chuck.

Hi, Doris.

And Doris' kids.

And Jimmy.

Is Connor still going through his difficult phase?

Yep. Should pass any day now.

How old is he again?

29, Doris.

He's 29.

The awareness of one's place in society,

whether human or animal,

can be a source of great pride...

and great tension.

After all, there can only be one alpha,

one queen bee,

one...meerkat, who, you know, like,

tells the other meerkats what to do.

The power confirmed by social status

allows animals to thrive

and shape the world around them with a sharp eye...

as we see in the marshes of Venezuela,

with the haughty flamingo.

Announcer: He's the most outspoken supermodel

on the international fashion scene.

He is...

...Walter.

Most models prefer to be seen and not heard,

but when Walter hits a runway,

it's the audience who gets critiqued.

Walter: Gray, gray. Ugh! More gray.

Short and gray, gray and short.

Gray, gray, gray, short, short, short.

Basic gray bird: Excuse me? What did you just call me?

I called you gray, because you're all wearing gray.

And you're short and basic and trash and boring and gray,

and please, please, please put on some pink

before you ever speak to me again, okay?

Gray, still gray, dusty gray...

From the streets of Milan to Galapagos fashion week,

this catwalk king puts his gawkers to shame.

He is...

...Walter.

You got big old feet. Weird smile.

Ugh! Left‐handed.

Ooh! Allergic to hot dogs.

Still believes in Santa.

Absorbed your twin in the womb.

Actually leaves voicemails.

Haunted by ghosts.

Not all of that is true!

If the library is open, he will read you for filth.

He is...

...Walter.

Mm‐hmm!

Dennis: So how do I turn on the jets?

Must be somewhere around here.

I paid 4,500 for these bad boys.

Better work.

There we go.

Ahhhh, yeah. There it is.

That feels good on the ole tennis injury.

Yep. Oh, yeah.

Mm‐hmm.

Pretty soon, everybody on the block's

gonna wanna hang out in my partial in‐ground pool.

Say goodbye to Dennis,

the sad, lonely bear with no friends,

and say hello to Dennis the bear

with the partial in‐ground pool.

Let me just check the temperature.

Mmm, yeah.

Kind of tepid.

Perfect.

Now to wait patiently ‐‐ ah ‐‐

for dozens of new friends to show up.

Mirren: In the natural world,

food is one of the cornerstones of survival,

right up there with air, water,

and a decent Wi‐Fi connection.

Animals, like we humans,

can be singularly obsessed with their next meal.

Jerry, those boneheads forgot my onion rings again.

Jerry: Sorry about that.

Ohh, it's alright.

I'll make do with these so‐called "curly fries."

In the wild, meals provide not only sustenance,

but a much‐needed chance for socialization,

as we shall witness with this gathering of tundra swan

in the Colville River Delta.

Swan #1: Swear‐da‐God, if Emily says one thing

about us three being late to brunch, I swear‐da‐God.

Emily: You're late!

You know I can't make reservations on the app,

and they won't seat us until we all land, I swear‐da‐God.

I swear‐da‐God, we can have bottomless mimosies

while we wait... Swear‐da‐God, it's gonna be a two‐hour wait now.

Swan #2: Guys, swear‐da‐God, can we not fight at brunch?

Okay, I just talked to the hostess.

She's a total bitch, swear‐da‐God.

She's says she can't seat us until 6:00 p. m.

What?! Swear‐da‐God! That's not brunch!

That's, like, some other meal or something, swear‐da‐God.

Swear‐da‐God, I am just gonna check for another place.

Let's go to Marsh Cafe!

Oh, swear‐da‐God,

they put a tiny cheeseburger on top of their bloody!

Swear‐da‐God, their wait is even longer.

You guys were late ‐‐ now brunch is ruined!

Both: Swear‐da‐God, how can you say that?

Swear‐da‐God,

you guys can't gang up on me like this.

Both: Swear‐da‐God, we are so sorry.

Well, this was fun.

Both: Swear‐da‐God, let's do brunch again next Sunday.

Swear‐da‐God, yes! I love brunch, swear‐da‐God!

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Swear‐da‐God!

Mirren: The sounds of the wild can combine

to create a veritable orchestra.

There are the percussive taps of waterfowl...

...the haunting arias of the timber wolf,

and to simulate a tuba,

whatever blasts out of either end of this large gentleman.

They all create a symphony of nature, one note at a time.

However, the emperor tamarin of the Amazon Basin

makes a joyful noise

of a different kind.

Tamarin: Only got one more ditty

in me tonight, purdy ladies and dandy gents!

Any rootin‐tootin' requests?

Owl: Play "Marmoset Baby"!

Woooo‐we!

I could play that toe‐tapper till the cows come home!

A‐one, a‐two, whatever‐comes‐next ‐‐

Yee‐haw!

Wellllll

My baby's fur is soft and sweet

Tail for days and cute little feet

But the reason why she looks so fiiiiiiiiiiiiiine?

Her mustache is bigger than mine

Oh, dag‐nabbit! I broke my tail string!

I was just gonna get to the part of the song

with the swear words!

Mirren: Even the free‐wheeling tamarin knows

that the larger world is full of uncertainty and danger.

And as children navigate this perilous realm,

there is nothing more valuable

than the guiding hand of a loving parent ‐‐

even if that parent doesn't have much else to offer

besides noogies, corny jokes, and meandering anecdotes.

These noble, oft‐misunderstood creatures are known as "Dads,"

like this paternal deer

near the northern coast of British Columbia.

Stag Dad: Hey, sweetie!

Come check this out!

Alli: What, Da‐‐Dad? What the heck is that?!

What? You mean my super cool new earring?

Why? Who told you this was cool?

Uh, the new receptionist at work, Jenna,

said this was hot, "no cap."

You know, "cap" means "lie."

That's a total cap, Dad.

What? No! Jenna would never cap to me.

Oh, my God. Stop saying "cap."

That word is not for you!

Alli, sweetie, I'm an adult.

You have a cool dad now.

You're gonna have to get used to my flex.

Jenna said "flex" means ‐‐

I know what "flex" means!

Also, and this might not be the right way to tell you,

but, uh, Jenna and I are sleeping together.

Yep, it's going pretty well.

Your mom and I are getting a divorce.

Are you serious?

Yep.

No cap.

Yeah, we are.

To make sense of a mystifying, chaotic world,

humans often turn to a belief in a higher power,

or they channel their existential dread

into believing something really goofy,

like the healing ability of crystals.

For their part, animals cluster together

to find comfort in social groups.

Others, like the African elephant,

are just really into dank memes and fire video drops.

Dirty Dumbo: Yo, what up, fam?

it's me, your favorite prank‐playin' pachyderm,

Dirty Dumbo.

Today, I'm getting in it at the muuuudhole

with the classic prank,

"Yo, I Think You D‐D‐D‐Dropped Something!"

Dirty Dumbo: Exsqueeze me, you dropped something.

Elephant: Go away.

Yeah, yeah, you dropped your ‐‐

splassshhhiies!

You little !

Sir? Sir? Do you have a second for...

splassshhhiies?!

Elephant #2: Why are you doing this with your life?

Dirty Dumbo!

Elephant #3: Dude, what is your problem?

Dirty Dumbo:

Real Dirty Dumbo!

Dirty Dookie Dumbo!

Bird #1: Please leave us alone.

Bird #2: We're going to a funeral!

Splassshhhiies!

We're going to a funeral!

Dirty Dumbo: That was sick!

And if you love Dirty Dumbo

and all of my splashies...

...then don't forget to st‐st‐stomp

that "subscribe" button!

Yo, do people like me?

Wut!?

Announcer: WNC Sports

proudly presents

the clumsiest, most frantic

two minutes in racing,

the legendary Kenturkey Derby!

And they are off!

Right out of the gate, it's No‐Thanksgiving in first,

Gobbler's Delight second, followed by Light as a Feather,

who gets distracted and passed

by Singing Giblets on the inside

with Scimitar close behind and Necktie Nuggets gaining.

Out of the cactus, it's Gobbler's Delight,

Singing Giblets next,

and Necktie Nuggets half a link behind,

but here comes Mama's Leftovers!

Mama's Leftovers is coming on fast!

And Mama's Leftovers takes the pole!

Congratulations to Mama's Leftovers,

who just became our new champion.

And please give a round of applause to our runners‐up,

who will be served with a side

of mashed potatoes and cranberry sauce.

Mirren: Animals are driven by instinct,

but do they have minds capable of abstract thought?

Can they embark on creative flights of fancy?

More importantly, can they accurately predict

the winners of NHL playoff games?

Because I've got a good feeling about

the Ottawa Senators this year.

Perhaps animals can test the limits of their consciousness,

like this Arctic ground squirrel near Alaska's Yukon River.

Rodent: Ahh, this is exactly what I needed.

Escape to nature, expand my mind.

See? I'm fine.

I don't know why Michael was so worried about me

taking this stuff by ‐‐

Whoa!

Oh, look how bright green those leaves on that tree are.

That is so b‐‐ Oh, my God!

Whaaaaaaaat theeee heeeeeck?

Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy!

Woo‐hoo! It is kickin' in!

The stuff is kicking in! Is it too much?

What does it mean when the leaves start to fly off the trees like that?

Does that mean it's too much?

Ooooooh, man. Aaaaaaah!!

No! No! Get a hold of yourself, Larry.

Calm down. Calm down!

It's fine. It is fine.

Just let it wash over you ‐‐

Ahh! Ohhh! It's too much washing over me!

I don't like it! I don't like it! I don't like it!

I need somebody to talk me down!

I'm losing it!

Oh, man,

somebody completely redecorated my apartment?

Rodent #2: Who are you and what are you doing in my house?

Rodent: Oh, God, now I'm being home‐invaded!

Dennis: I guess nobody's coming over to the pool today.

Oh, man.

I thought this partial in‐ground pool would make me happier.

Less lonely.

But I still just feel like...me.

Maybe it's true what they say ‐‐

you can give a bear a partial in‐ground pool,

but you can't stop a bear from being a pathetic loser.

Hold up.

Did somebody steal my clothes?

I could've sworn I had a towel and a hat

and a button‐down.

Ugh. Classic Dennis.

Well, I know what I'm talking about in therapy tomorrow.

With all my patients.

Mirren: Another sojourn into the natural world draws to a close.

You witnessed beauty in its rawest form.

You found kinship with our distant animal relatives.

And perhaps you learned something,

which I assure you was completely accidental.

But, hey, you never know what you'll get...

when nature calls.

Ant #1: For the queen!

Enemy Ant: Nay, for the other queen!

Ant #3: We can't hold them any longer!

Fall back, I say! Fall back!

Enemy Ants: Ahhhhhh!

Ant #4: They've broken through the gate!

Ant #5: Call in the special attack! Call in the special attack!

Whoa!

Enemy Ant General: Brace yourselves for anything, men!

What on earth are they doing?

Ant #1: Arrrrgh!

‐Ewww! ‐Ugh! ‐Aaahh!

Enemy Ant General: What was that?

That was absolutely the most disgusting thing I've ever seen!

‐Ohhh! ‐Ewww! ‐Don't you dare!

Fall back! The enemy is too gross to fight!

‐Ohh! ‐I think I'm going to be sick!

‐I think I'm going to be sick! ‐

Ant #3: We did it!

We achieved victory the old‐fashioned way ‐‐

by being disgusting!

Huzzah!

Ally Ants: Huzzah!

Huzzah!

Mirren: This planet, a rarity in the cosmos, is a true miracle,

sustaining life against all odds.

Turtle: Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh,

uh, uh, uh, uh, uh.

I hate this.

Luxuriate in nature itself ‐‐

golden vistas...

whistling winds...

roaring waters...

and delight in every note of beauty,

each flourish of color,

each rumble of wild power.

Seal: I hate this.

Amidst it all, perhaps the most breathtaking

earthly sight of all ‐‐ the animals.

A host of fascinating creatures, each containing multitudes ‐‐

stories, perspectives, mysteries...

Scorpion: Hot, hot, hot, hot,

hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot!

Ohh, I hate this! Hot, hot, hot, hot.

Oh, so hot! Hot, hot, hot, hot.

Their voices honor the one‐of‐a‐kind world

we all call home...

...a chorus

of wild, reverent celebration.

Penguins: We hate this!

Mirren: Settle in for a journey like no other,

as we dive headlong into the sights and sounds

that explode all around...

when nature calls.

The future of a species rests in the hands

of its youngest members...

...who have sway and influence over us all,

which must be why my publicist keeps insisting

that I sign up for TikTok.

Let us begin our journey in the Alaskan timberlands,

with the charming interplay of two black bear cubs,

Bear cub:

Bear cub #2: Woo‐aaaahhh!

I am the ninja master!

Hi‐ya! Hi‐ya! Hee‐ha!

My skills of sneakiness are unrivaled.

Hi‐ya! Hey, Randy.

You pretending to be a ninja again?

Who is this "Randy"?

I am but a whisper on the wind, a shadow, a specter!

Yeah, we gotta stop playing that game where

we see how long we can hold our breath. Hi‐ya!

You've done some pretty serious damage to yourself.

Ninjaaaaa...

You can't seen me.

Mirren: From outward appearances,

nature may seem chaotic,

but in truth, there is a delicate balance at play.

Humankind honors this harmony with symbolic pairings ‐‐

the yin and the yang, the alpha and the omega,

the Tango and the Cash.

But in the animal kingdom, this tricky balance

between two different species

plays out in a more literal sense,

as with this Arctic ground squirrel and European viper.

Squirrel: Hey, hold on, is that ‐‐

I think it...

Is it?

Steve?

Oh, he can't hear me.

I'll get closer.

Is it him?

I can't...

Steve? Hey, Steve?

Snake: What the ‐‐ Oh!

Oh my goodness, gracious God!

I'm so sorry.

I thought you were someone else.

Whew!

So...so very sorry. Didn't mean to bother you.

From behind, you just look a lot like my friend Steve.

Huh? That's odd.

I'm not your S‐S‐Steve, but my name is Steve.

Whaaaaat?!

Okay, you're kidding!

Pretty crazy!

Yeah. Yeah, that's crazy.

Well'p, good luck finding S‐S‐Steve.

Alright, buddy. Sorry again.

Squirrel: Hmm.

Wasn't Steve, but name's also Steve.

Wild.

Animals toil, as we humans do,

to gather resources, support their families,

and shape their world,

even though in most of the footage I've seen,

these guys are usually just laying around and napping.

Either way, our animal relatives,

like the long‐tailed macaque in the trees of Sri Lanka,

embrace the importance of a job well done.

Monkey: And how do you spell "Mom" again?

Monkey #2: Uhh, M‐O‐M.

Right, got it.

Say, uh, how do you feel about an alternate spelling?

Like "M‐A‐M?"

Uhh... No reason.

Just ‐‐ Just curious.

Ahh, crap.

Now, let us plunge deeper

into the mysteries of the wild.

Behold this awesome majesty ‐‐

the shimmering sands,

oh, the big‐ass mountains,

the powerful tides ‐‐

like, all boom...

whoaaaa...

fsssshhhhh ‐‐

Jerry: Uh, Dame Helen?

What?

Oh. Oh, sorry. Sorry, Jerry.

My edible was just kicking in.

Oh, dear.

Mm. Serious Dame Helen.

Mm.

But I stand by the sentiment ‐‐

if you want to truly appreciate the splendor of this planet,

it is best to follow the sea otter of coastal Alaska

and take a moment to soak in the beauty.

Matthew McOtterhey: Seems like everybody's obsessed

with famous folks these days.

Always talkin' about Harry Styles.

Harry Styles this. Harry Styles that.

Well, the only "hairy styles" I care about...

is the way my fur blows gently in a cool breeze.

And why's everybody wanna keep up with the Kardashians?

I dunno.

Their lives seem pretty stressful to me.

A lotta text messaging in cars.

So many cameras, so much manufactured drama.

That's not my style, man.

Only thing I try to keep up with

is the present moment.

And the only "reality show" I need...

is this beautiful breeze.

But I'm just living that Laid Back Life.

Chimp #1: Good game.

Baby chimp: Do I have to say it, too?

Yes. Good game.

Was that so hard?

Chimp #2: Good game... loser.

Chimp #3: Nice game, nice game!

"Nice game"?

It's good game, you dummy!

Chimp #4: Good game or whatever.

It's JV soccer. We all suck anyway.

Mirren: Our animal cousins are capable of emotional depths

far greater than their stoic appearances may suggest.

They can feel joy...

despair...

or just jealousy,

like when their buddy stumbles on

a pond full of fresh turtle droppings.

Ugh.

Looks yummy.

Animals can also feel resentment,

as evidenced by the behavior

of this North American great horned owl.

Owl #1: So anyways... Owl #2: Yeah?

I says to the guy, I says ‐‐ Frank: How dare you play our song?!

Frank, who you talkin' to, champ?

I'm talking to this wannabe tough‐guy DJ.

He knows damn well this is me and Jenny's song!

Frank, you're talkin' to a wall.

Oh, yeah? I got your wall right here ‐‐

Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!

Frank! Oh, Frank. Not again, bro.

What? What'd I do?

Wait a second. What're you lookin' at?

Hey!

Yeah, you!

Mirren: The propagation of the species,

also called mating, physical intimacy, or boning,

is a singular obsession in both the animal world

and humanity.

And this leads to questionable behavior,

awkward misunderstandings, and bizarre grooming choices.

Like this dude here.

Ugh! Get it together, my man.

Clearly, when it comes to mating rituals in the wild,

anything is fair game,

as typified by the Japanese sika deer.

Guy deer: Can ‐‐ hey, can you see her too?

Gal deer: See who? That woman.

There's ‐‐ There's an old lady over there.

I think she's watching us.

Old lady deer: Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Mm. Kissy.

No she's not. You're being paranoid.

Keep kissing!

Put those agile, young tongues to use! Mm!

See? Did you hear that?

She's definitely watching us!

I think she was talking to somebody else.

She definitely wasn't.

I'm talking to you!

Now move on to some light petting.

Maybe graze a boob, or, mm, a booty.

Okay, I heard that one. Told you.

Let's get outta here.

W‐Wait, before you go, rub your antlers together for me.

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon. Just the tips.

Rub 'em good.

Oh, yeah.

Mm, that's yummy.

Ooh, oh. Oh! Mm.

She's Doris!

The Sex Positive

No Boundaries Havin'

Octogenarian

Deer!

Old lady deer: I just wanna get your juices flowing.

Mirren: From the forests of Japan,

we venture southward...

to discover that the pursuit of a mate

often pits one animal against another...

in a scramble to propagate the bloodline.

Or at the very least, to find a suitable side piece.

Even insects,

like the orchid mantis in the jungles of Malaysia

know this struggle.

Denise: Devante, Tremaine, what are y'all doing?

Stop!

Devante: Denise is mine!

Tremaine: No, she's mine!

Wait, are you two fighting...

over me?

Denise, look away.

I don't want you to see me like this.

No way, I ain't going nowhere!

I've never had two men battle over me before.

Keep going.

You could never please Denise the way I could!

Yeah, well, I'd treat Denise like the queen she is!

Oh, my God, somebody stop them.

This is too hot.

Dude, you don't want any of this!

Think it through! No...

Bro, look at my thorax! You can't handle this!

Okay, well now I'm feeling like I'm not even a part of this.

Let's not forget the reason we're fighting ‐‐

you both love beautiful Denise.

You know, this could end a lot faster

if you can answer one question ‐‐

are either of you able to co‐sign on a car?

Ohh!

Matthew McOtterhey: Seems like everybody's always worried

about politics.

The latest scandals

and the rise of fascism and all that ballyhoo.

The only politics I care about

is the "pile of ticks" on my back.

I gotta get these removed,

but I don't have health insurance.

Wish I did.

So I suppose I do care about politics.

But you know, in a cool, detached way.

Just living that Laid Back Life.

Ahh...ahh!

Bugs? Unh, no! Bugs?

Weird little fishies!

Ahh!

Oh, I gotta stop watching so many nature documentaries.

Mirren: Within the animal world,

sharpened senses are crucial for survival.

The observational skills of our animal cousins

have been honed by millions of years of evolution ‐‐

to detect predators or fresh water,

or the camera crew that's been

recording their every move for some TV show.

But time can weaken even the strongest of senses,

as the crested caracara of Central America demonstrates.

Grandpa: What do you mean I'm "too old to fight?"

Grandchild: Nothing!

I just don't think you should be picking fights, Grandpa.

You can barely see!

I have perfect vision!

Just gotta ‐‐

Where'd you go? Where'd you ‐‐

Ha! See that little mouse down there?

Not a mouse, Grandpa.

You think I couldn't give that little rodent a butt‐whuppin'?

It's not a mouse!

Go on, say I won't fly down there. Say it.

It's a mountain lion, Grandpa!

You can't fight a mountain lion!

Alright, my tiny, slightly blurry friend,

prepare to meet your maker.

Ooh! Uh, uh ‐‐

You're lucky the wind is so strong!

The wind is the only reason I'm not eating that mouse right now.

Too old to fight, ha!

This is so embarrassing.

What? Who said that?

Mirren: The beauty of nature is intoxicating.

Stately woodlands, ripe with ambrosial aromas.

Grand oceans, exploding with a bracing effervescence.

And the turgid marshlands of the hippo, which,

if we're being honest, probably smell like total ass.

But can these earthly pleasures be too heady for our senses?

Is it possible to be so in thrall

to the delights of the wild that you lose yourself?

One passionate macaque in northern Japan

is about to find out.

Macaque: Tell me I have a problem. I don't have a problem.

I can quit whenever I want. It's just snow!

Pure, uncut, natural snow.

Plus, it makes me more fun at parties.

They say it's a problem? It's no problem!

Hey, hey, hey, that's great!

"It's snow problem."

That's genius! I gotta write that down!

Just one more hit of snow and then I'll write it down.

Oh, just two more.

Oh, okay, just three more.

Ohhh...

Announcer: Snow addiction is no laughing matter.

If you or a loved one needs help,

we're here for you at...

There's no snow here,

but somebody might offer you cocaine.

Matthew McOtterhey: Seems like everybody's obsessed

with the latest social media trends,

always filming dance videos to go viral on TikTok.

That sounds like a lot of work.

The only TikTok I care about

is the steady flow of time.

Gotta cherish every second we got on this big blue marble.

All we can do is kick back and enjoy the ride.

Just living that Laid Back Life.

Mirren: The animals have thrown open the doors to their home

once again ‐‐ metaphorically speaking ‐‐

and beckoned us inside for a visit.

But now, as the shadows grow long,

our hosts are handing us our coats

and calling us a cab ‐‐

again, metaphorically speaking ‐‐

and ushering us back to our human world.

We shall commune with them again,

our wild, welcoming neighbors,

for another round of thinly stretched metaphors...

when nature calls.

Pirate Bird: Ahoy, landlubbers!

So, you wanna know how I lost me leg, do ya?

All started in Tortuga!

I was three sheets to the wind one night,

preparin' to pillage 'n' plunder a nearby port,

chuggin' rum like the thirsty sea dog I am.

When in from the storm, Blackbeard 'imself

walked into the tavern!

Seeing him in person was pretty neat!

Then a few weeks later, I got scurvy and lost me leg to it.

Arrrrgh!

Back to work, scallywags!