Original subtitles

hello, Charlie

Lonesome Charlie

talkin' about Charlie, it's a natural fact

that cat didn't know how a cat should act

he figured he was a human kind

when all the time he'd been designed to be a... Cougar

talkin' about Charlie, good-time Charlie

everybody's friend

he didn't dig that nature scene

those grizzly bears were too darn mean

he figured his rightful fittin' place

was kicking around with the human race

lumberjacks, mostly

talkin' about Charlie, good-time Charlie

everybody's friend

how come he was lonesome?

well, that's the story we're here to tell

so let's get started right from the top

when we come to the end...

we'll stop

talkin' about Charlie, good-time Charlie

everybody's friend

Charlie, good-time Charlie

everybody's friend

this is timberland, USA,

The cascade range in the pacific northwest,

A great big chunk of wilderness that's best known

For logging, lumberjacks and mountain lions,

Commonly called "cougar" in these parts.

Now, there's some folks that say a cougar is just about

The biggest mistake mother nature ever made:

200 pounds of tooth, claw and trouble.

But this is a story about one cougar that was different.

You see, right from the beginning, he didn't know he was a cougar,

Because he didn't have a mother to tell him.

A hunter took her for bounty three days ago,

And he'd been walking the lonesome trail ever since.

Right about now, though, fate came up

With a prime prospect for a soft touch...

A lumber company forester by the name of Jess Bradley.

Jess had come here today to mark some selected trees

For a logging crew.

Well, there was a kitten in his own pocket of poverty

And not far away, one innocent, unsuspecting human.

Fate was about ready to move in and make the connection.

Now, Jess not only had a college degree in forestry,

He was pretty well-schooled by mother nature, too.

well, hello there. Where'd you come from?

right away, he read the signs.

This was Forest land,

And a female cougar likes to den in the rimrocks.

So the kitten must have wandered down here on his own.

No mother cougar would let that happen,

Not if she was alive to stop it.

You poor little fella.

come on. Come on.

Come on. Huh?

I'm not gonna hurt you now.

Looks to me like you could use a square meal.

so, there was only one thing

For a nature-loving man to do.

Of course, Jess wasn't planning anything permanent.

He'd have to turn the cat loose, sooner or later.

Meantime, though, it might be kind of fun

Having a kitten around the house.

Well, the fun started that very night.

Come on. That's it.

Whoops!

Sloppy eater, aren't you?

Being a bachelor, Jess didn't have any experience

In this line of work,

But with a little thinking, he came up with a formula,

And it seemed to serve the purpose.

You got a hollow leg?

You're gonna have to get on to a schedule.

Shh.

Easy.

That's a boy.

There you go, now.

Jess named his new pet good-time Charlie,

And he soon got downright fond of that little cat.

The little cat got right down to living up to that name.

One thing about Charlie, he caught on quick.

Wasn't any trick to taking trout -

All you had to do was play it right.

Hey, Charlie...

Charlie! Hey, Charlie!

You come back here with that fish!

Right from the beginning,

Charlie had made an acquaintance

With all the neighborhood critters,

But lately, a young raccoon seemed small for a playmate,

And so did a fox cub.

The pine marten never did see Charlie

As a real close companion.

So, being a friendly, outgoing sort of cougar,

Charlie decided to explore the whole wide Forest world,

See if he couldn't find himself a bigger and better playmate.

Wow! What in creation were these?

One sure was bigger, all right,

But it just didn't have that fun-loving look.

For Charlie, that made the other one

Look a whole lot better.

Now, if bigger would stay put for a while,

And if better would just keep on moving,

There ought to be plenty of room

For two youngsters to have a friendly frolic.

There never was a kitten, or a cub either,

That could pass up a Chance to bed down in a hollow log.

Only difference is how they go about it.

With a cat, it's a matter of instant relaxation.

A bear likes to prepare.

Well, that took care of the itching and twitching.

He was all ready for napping now.

Just one thing left -

Find a good, comfortable position.

That'd take a little doing.

In one way or another, they got in about 39 winks,

But they'd never make it to 40,

Because right outside,

A rude awakening was on the way:

One mean male bachelor bear.

He set a lot of store by this log.

It was always well-stocked with mully-grubs, beetles,

And other delicacies dear to the stomach of a bear,

And he sure wouldn't take kindly

To the beat generation making a pad out of his pantry.

To old grouch, the current crop of youngsters

Was just a lot of nuisance and noise.

As it turned out,

The noise was an emergency call for help.

Well, mother was already halfway there.

It started out as a pretty even match.

Of course, the cub was cheering for mom all the way.

Charlie couldn't even tell them apart.

They were both wearing black trunks.

When old grouch tried to tag up for a time-out,

The cub figured it was safe

To shinny down and get himself a closer view.

Mom was losing a little ground when Junior lowered the boom.

Heading for home - one small cougar

And one sore-headed old bachelor

And one mother bear, complete with cub.

The carbon county mill

Was Jess Bradley's headquarters,

And by the time Charlie was quarter-grown,

He had full run of the mill yard.

Charlie made friends everywhere,

But come lunch hour,

He always headed for one special place:

That little caf�.

It was a hot spot for handouts.

It was also home base

For a cougar-hating fox terrier named Chainsaw.

Whenever he saw that overgrown house cat

Fixing to invade his territory,

Chainsaw would set a trap.

Today, he decided to sort of make out

Like he was going somewhere to bury a bone.

Like always, Charlie fell for the trick.

He figured it was safe now to move in and mooch a meal.

Charlie stopped just long enough

To check all possible hiding places -

Except the right one.

Then he put in a call to his personal friend Potlatch.

Hey, be right there, Charlie.

Of course, Potlatch liked his dog,

But he had a lot of sympathy for a born loser, too.

Chainsaw?

Chainsaw!

Wherever you are, you beat it!

Come on. Inside.

Quick!

You've come to see me to get a little snack, huh?

Well, come on.

I got something nice for you. Look.

Chainsaw figured he had that cat cornered for sure.

All he needed now

Was a kindly customer heading his way.

That would be Jess Bradley.

Ok, Chainsaw. Go on in.

Oh, no!

Catch him! Charlie, come back here!

Don't let him get on the shelf! Charlie!

aw, my new kitchen! Corner him!

He's heading for the door, Jess!

Hey, Tim, grab the cat!

He's your cat. You grab him.

Chainsaw!

Get down, Chainsaw! Potlatch, get your dog.

Stop that!

Chainsaw, when that cat grows up,

You're gonna have a problem.

When he grows up? What do you call him now?

Just a great big, overgrown kitten.

That's what he's always gonna be.

Aren't you, good-time Charlie, huh?

Aren't you fella?

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

In the nature of things, Charlie did keep growing up,

But at heart, he was still one man's kitten.

Right now, Charlie was helping supervise the finish

Of the winter logging activities.

Next would come a full-scale, old-fashioned River drive.

The start of a River drive

Is something worth going to see.

It's the biggest operation of the whole year.

60 million feet of timber ready to ride the River

120 Miles through the wilderness.

It always begins in early spring,

When the River is high and rising.

Then one giant nudge at the key log,

And the River drive really gets rolling.

Now, a big-scale River drive like this

Swings into action through several well-planned stages.

First to move out after the main body of logs

Is the number-one crew of River men.

They'll make sure there aren't

Any major center jams or wing jams

Or any other kind of hang-ups.

Last to leave would be the cook,

In a well-stocked floating kitchen

Called the little wonigan.

Moving out now, the big wonigan.

For the next 10 or 15 days, these seagoing shacks

Would be living quarters for the whole drive crew -

About 40 men.

Well, the big push was over now for Jess and Charlie.

They figured things would be getting back to normal again.

Come on, Charlie. Let's go home.

But old fickle fate had other ideas.

It seems Potlatch had brought the ton of food it took

To feed the River crew.

Hiya, Jess! Hello, Potlatch.

He'd also brought 15 pounds of trouble.

You got 'em all loaded, ready to go? Hey, Charlie!

You get that drive started ok?

Hey, window's open!

Chainsaw, get back! Charlie, come back here!

Chainsaw! You leave that cat alone!

Charlie! Charlie!

Come back here!

Charlie!

Charlie! Charlie, come back here!

Chainsaw, stop!

Hey, Potlatch, they're coming your way! Head 'em off!

Hey, grab him!

Hey, that's enough of that.

Charlie had left one problem behind

Only to head straight for another.

This cook was a new man.

He'd never even heard of good-time Charlie.

Well, he was about to make his acquaintance.

Whoa!

Cougar! Yeah, I know.

There's a cougar!

Charlie! Charlie! Hold on, Charlie!

Oh, great.

Charlie had already found himself a lifeboat,

But Jess just kept going down and down with the ship.

Charlie!

Charlie!

Jess figured if he was gonna save the wonigan

And his cougar and himself,

He'd better be dressed for the occasion.

There was white water ahead, and plenty of it.

All Jess could do now was steer a middle course,

Stay in the main stream and hope somehow

To salvage that cougar from his one-log catamaran.

The current was doing about 15 knots,

And that can use up an awful lot of River in a hurry.

Rescue wasn't getting one quarter-inch closer

As far as Charlie could see.

Then came along this Chance

To get out of his own little jam

By getting onto a bigger one.

Now he'd just wait here

For the boss to drop by and pick him up.

Charlie!

Charlie! Charlie!

Charlie! Stay right there! I'll be back for you!

It looked like Charlie had sure missed the boat.

All he'd got was promises,

When what he really needed was help.

So being left to his own natural resources,

Charlie figured he'd just have to launch out on his own.

That free-floating kitchen was getting quite a bit behind schedule,

And now a search party was on its way upriver.

Hey, there it is!

Hey, it's Jess Bradley.

When did you take up cooking, Jess?

And what did you do with our cook?

Never mind the questions.

Just help me get this River shack under control.

Upstream, Charlie kept right on logging travel time,

And he was fast closing the gap.

Meanwhile, Jess was explaining to the drive boss

How come his kitchen was minus a cook.

I'm sorry, Mac, but I didn't have much choice.

By the time I got there, the wonigan was headed down the River

And the cook was hightailing up the bank.

Do you realize I have 40 men to feed?

Mac, look, can we worry about the cook later?

Right now, I've gotta get Charlie.

Charlie? Yeah, he's marooned on a center jam about 10 Miles upriver.

I need a boat.

Looks like a short 10 Miles to me.

Hey, here he is!

Hey, hold on! Hang on, Charlie!

Don't go away! Charlie!

Give me a boat. Come on, Mac. Uh-uh.

What do you mean? I gotta get Charlie.

I Will be reasonable, though.

You get our supper, we'll get your cougar.

Look, I'm no cook. No cook, no cougar.

I'm a cook. Let's go get Charlie.

We'll get Charlie. You start peeling spuds.

How about a little of that salad? You bet.

Mac, you drive a hard bargain. Here you are, Ray.

Well, you're doing all right, Jess.

Clean it up, Charlie. Only one to a customer.

Say, we're gonna have to hang on to this fella.

Good cook.

I think we should be able to figure out a way.

Coffee, Joe?

Oh, no, thanks, Jess. I've had plenty.

Everything else ok, gentlemen?

No complaints.

fine. Just like uptown.

Ok, let's get me back upriver and bring back your cook.

Not so fast, Jess.

I've been, uh... I've been concerned about you.

Yeah?

You've been looking a little peaked lately.

We figure you need a little break from your regular job.

Little change in scenery.

Something like a... A River cruise downstream.

No, sir. Uh-uh.

Now, look, I've got a job and you've got a cook,

And they're both waiting upstream, so let's go.

But we're working downstream,

And about 40, 50 Miles, when we hit the road,

Our cook Will be there.

And meantime?

Well, in the meantime, you cook real well.

Just keep it up.

Come on, boys.

You guys. Come on, fellas. Good night, Jess.

Hey! Now, Mac, look... Breakfast at 5:00.

Five...?

Oh, boy!

In a River drive, the main body of logs floats

Right on down to the mill,

But all kinds of drifters get hung up and stranded.

Every last log has to be pried loose

And prodded along.

The very first day, Charlie moved in

And made out like he was a born and bred River cat.

Whenever the jet boats ferried a crew

From one trouble spot to another,

Charlie was right on top of the action.

In no time at all, Charlie figured he was the ramrod

Of this whole operation,

And anybody who seemed to be easing up

Was likely to get a dressing-down.

There were a few strangers in the crew,

And at first they didn't look kindly

On a cougar being part of the team,

But pretty soon,

Good-time Charlie was everybody's friend.

One thing about Charlie - he didn't expect the workmen

To do anything he wouldn't do himself.

He was always willing to get in there

And lend a helping paw.

If the fellas seem to be making a fairly clean sweep of things,

Charlie was ready to move on to other responsibilities -

After he'd made sure the boat was shipshape.

For the next few days,

The River drive moved along in good order.

As one section was cleaned out,

The wonigans moved downstream to a new base of operation.

Today, that meant taking the big wonigan

Through a rough stretch of white water

Called the devil's elbow.

Now the crew would spot the big wonigan downstream,

Then come back for the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Jess was using the slack time

For some extra sack time,

And Charlie was killing a little time

With a piece of twine.

Charlie knew he'd done something,

But there was no way he could undo

What he'd already undone.

Well, in a case like this,

There was only one thing left to do:

Find the best vantage points and enjoy the passing show.

Holy smoke! What's going on?

Oh, no!

Oh, crock it!

It wasn't very far downstream

That the River men had come up against a tangle of logs

That manpower alone couldn't unravel.

Dynamite was the only answer.

Of course, they couldn't know they were lighting a wick

That was gonna bust up something more than a logjam.

Charlie moved in right on time for the countdown,

Because there was one thing now that was plain for all to see:

Charlie's River carnival was headed

Straight for a flash finish.

Go back! Go back!

Dynamite! Go back! Go back!

Dynamite! She's gonna blow!

How come you're acting so guilty?

It wasn't your fault.

Or was it?

Charlie!

Jess!

Jess, are you hurt?

Man, we thought you was a goner.

We sure did. Are you all right?

Oh, I'm-I'm fine.

Just fine.

The long chain of circumstances that started on the River drive

Finally ended up back at the mill,

With Charlie on the short end.

You see, when the big boss started adding lost man-hours

To mangled groceries, to busted-up wonigans,

He decided to subtract one cougar,

And he ordered Jess to keep a curb on that cat.

Charlie didn't like the new setup at all.

He had the growing feeling that he was getting left out,

Put-upon and neglected.

What's more, he was just plain bored.

Then Charlie heard the sound of folks having fun.

What Charlie heard was a bunch of the boys a-whoopin' it up

With a noon-hour roll-eo.

round and round she goes, and where she stops nobody knows.

Come on, somebody else get out here.

five bucks on Jimmy.

five more you're wrong.

Well, here came the River cat

That once rode a log 21 Miles through 25 rapids.

As soon as there was an opening,

He was gonna get in there and really give that thing a whirl.

ok, who's next? Come on, I want some competition.

How about you? Come over. Hey, Mike, come on over.

Come on, ed. You're the Guy I want to get on here.

Hey, now this is gonna be a ride!

Come on, Charlie. You asked for it.

I'll cover all bets. I'll take five of that.

Roll him under, Jimmy.

Charlie had the edge with his four-wheel drive.

The only thing now

That could cut him out of first place was... Chainsaw.

Charlie was too shook up to catch up.

cut it out, Chainsaw. Don't shorten my odds.

His chances for victory went right down the drain.

Thanks a lot, Charlie.

it was Chainsaw! Somebody drown that dog!

no, you don't. He won money for me.

Ok, wise guy, next time you're gonna get

A shorter chain and a tighter collar.

All right, you guys, this is a saw mill, not a side show.

Let's cut some lumber, huh?

I'm sorry, cliff. I don't know how he got loose.

It won't happen again.

Maybe we better make sure it doesn't, Jess.

Ok. I'll keep him at home

From now on.

Charlie's sure gonna miss his friends around here.

Well, his friends Will miss Charlie, too.

Yeah.

Come on, Charlie. Let's get out of here.

And so the free-roaming days were over.

Even worse, Jess was in town about eight nights a week now.

It seems a certain nurse just might be the cure

For his "bacheloritis."

So, Charlie was left right in the middle of all this quiet

With not one thing to do.

He was just about the lonesomest cougar

In all of carbon county.

But this particular evening,

Things took a turn for the better.

It happened right on the stroke of moonrise.

There was music on the air.

What Charlie wanted was to move in

For a little closer Harmony,

If he could just get himself unpacked from this cougar crate.

There's no doubt that Charlie was a mighty smart cat,

But he did have one flat spot in his well-rounded education:

He still hadn't learned he was a cougar.

Now he got the big news from old mother nature...

...And a young cougarette.

Hallelujah and howdy-do!

Now, these two teenagers were too young to be mates,

But they were just right to be playmates.

Their first moonlight madness finally tapered off

Into a more leisurely moonlight stroll,

And when that was over,

They'd covered about 25 Miles of mountain.

They were both plum tuckered out.

So, one last little tussle,

Then taking a rest for the rest of the night

Seemed a mighty good idea.

First thing next morning,

The cougars hit the happiness trail again.

Charlie had never seen snow before,

But his new friend got the ball rolling.

That started a regular winter carnival for cougars.

Charlie figured the fun was done

At the end of the slide,

But little Miss Patty Paws was working up something new.

With all that exercise, the two youngsters

Had built up a couple of full-sized appetites.

Now, being born to the wild and mountain brought-up,

The lady cat knew all about

Rounding up vittles for breakfast.

"finders, keepers" is part of a cougar's code,

But Charlie hadn't read that book.

He saw that somehow his friend had found food,

And he mistook that look for "come and get it."

So he did.

And he got it.

Well, thanks a lot and so long, sister.

Right about now, Charlie began to realize

He wasn't just hungry, he was homesick, too.

But where was home?

Maybe just over this Ridge.

Nope, that wasn't it,

But surely those kindly folks down there

Would give a poor, lonesome cougar a bite to eat.

As it turned out, Charlie did hit feeding time

Right on the button,

But it seems another breed of cat had the inside track

With the friendly folks around here.

Right now, they were enjoying their morning target duty

For the boss's milksmanship marksmanship.

Kitty, kitty, kitty... And bronco!

Chester, come on, baby.

There you go, kitten. There you go.

There you go. Bronco, bronco, baby. There you go.

Bronco, there you go. Get that!

By now, Charlie had caught

The inviting scent of that warm, fresh milk.

So, might as well accept the invitation.

Whoop. Better hold up for a minute

And mind his manners

Till those poor little underfed cousins

Had their fill.

Then, when they moved out, he'd move in.

Bronco, come on. There you go.

Chester, Chester. Come on, there you go, kitty.

Chico, come on. There you go.

Chic... Chic-ooh!

Charlie was a little embarrassed.

He didn't know what he'd done,

But maybe if he cleaned up the mess,

That nice man would hurry back

And talk things over,

Friendly-like and peaceable.

Blackie, the farm dog,

Figured that shot meant the boss was going hunting,

And he didn't want to miss out on that.

Now, in just about two more jumps,

Blackie was gonna pick up the scent of cat

With a capital "c."

Well, that's how Charlie

Hit the lonesome trail for good.

Only, it wasn't so good.

He was lost and hungry,

And he'd never learned to provide for himself.

The days kept going by,

And so far he hadn't even learned

How to read the Forest menu.

In a showdown fight,

A raccoon can give away a lot of weight

And still come out on top.

But whenever he sees really big trouble coming,

It only makes sense to run from it.

When the raccoon finally ran out of running room,

Charlie figured he had him cornered, but as it turned out,

This was no place for a cougar

To start throwing his weight around.

That feisty little rascal had Charlie all washed up.

What he wanted now was to get wrung out

And holler "quits!"

The raccoon's answer to that was, "ok, buster,

"but if you ever want any more of the same,

Come on back... Anytime."

Well, mother nature finally decided

To come to the aid of this underprivileged cougar.

He was gonna get a little lesson in self-help

Through visual education.

When the lynx saw he had a backward pupil

Bent on promoting himself,

Seemed a mighty good idea to close the kindergarten

And declare a long recess.

That gave Charlie an open Chance

At the cafeteria.

At first, Charlie couldn't catch one mouse

In a whole meadowful.

Persistence finally paid off,

But since he could only get one ounce to the pounce,

It took all afternoon

Before Charlie's need for food was finally satisfied.

Well, the days turned into weeks

And the Summer passed.

By Autumn, Charlie had learned

To hunt all kinds of small game.

But a cougar is born to play a bigger part

In keeping nature's balance.

A deer is the natural prey of a king cat.

His timing was perfect,

But this was one kill he would never make,

For now he became the hunted.

Charlie's time was fast running out,

But right now

Things were gonna start looking up again.

It happened when Charlie found this log flume

And got himself treed

On the left-bank plank.

Although Charlie was giving a good account of himself,

He had a notion he ought to find some way out of here.

Well, it better be quick.

The dogs weren't leaving,

And the Hunter was closing in.

So, right in the Nick of time,

Charlie set sail

For parts unknown.

Now, ridin' the bark was an old story to Charlie,

But he'd never tried it on a homemade creek before.

Oh, he'd have howled a whole lot louder

If he'd known what lay ahead.

Well, that log had covered about nine Miles of flume,

And it still had three to go before it hit the River,

But for Charlie, the end was already in sight.

Ooh-ow!

Out of Charlie's giddy adventure,

There was a strange development.

Sometime, somewhere,

He'd seen this same flume before.

He aimed to check out the whole vicinity...

Just as soon as he got his land legs again.

From daylight far into the dark,

Charlie had been following a River

That seemed to get more and more familiar.

Mile after mile, hour after hour,

He kept plodding on,

Heading for some distant, half-remembered place.

That place was the carbon county lumber mill.

The operation here was always shut down to an idle at night,

And on the stroke of 12,

Charlie was just bridging the last gap

In his own memory Lane.

Now, there was a place no hungry cougar

Could ever forget.

At Potlatch's bean pot caf�,

Charlie had always done his mooching at the back door,

But tonight he couldn't get an answer.

So he headed around front.

Then that unforgettable restaurant scent

Stopped him short.

It was coming from... Where?

Whoop. Back there. Nope, up there.

This was a place of plenty all right, but it was all unavailable

To a cougar without a can opener.

Now, there was one small exception.

This little device had been set for mice...

...But it sure trapped one king-sized cat.

Charlie wanted out.

He was more wild than tame now,

And he had a wild animal's fear and hatred of confinement.

For the first time in his life,

Charlie was a very dangerous cougar.

Next morning started out just like any other morning

For Potlatch and Chainsaw,

But right about now,

That bean pot was a real explosive can of peas,

And the one thing it didn't need

Was opening.

What's the matter, Chainsaw?

You on a trail or something?

Chainsaw! Shut up!

Hello, Potlatch. Smokey. Henry.

How's the coffee? It should be hot. Help yourself.

Chainsaw, Will you shut up!

What's the matter with that mutt, Potlatch?

Chainsaw, be quiet!

Chainsaw, Will you shut up?

Chainsaw.

Chainsaw, Will you knock it off?

What's wrong with you?

There's nothing in there.

is that Charlie? I didn't ask him.

He went for me! Came right at me! Let's get him!

Let's get him before he nails somebody at the yard!

How'd he get in there?

Stop him! Stop the cougar!

He's going into the yard!

Hurry! He's got Chainsaw!

No, he's ok.

Here he comes!

Look at the size of that cat!

Missed him!

Come on! Keep after him!

Hey, look out over there! Cougar!

Wild cougar!

Hey, get some help!

Everybody, look out! There's a cougar loose!

Get him, Smokey!

get back, Jim! It's a cougar!

Cougar! Cougar!

Let's get out of here!

There's a cougar loose! Cougar!

Go around the other way!

Maybe he went high. Watch out overhead.

hey, over here!

there he goes! Nail him, Jack!

Up there!

we'll corner him now.

what with, my bare hands? Grab a board!

I betcha he's Charlie! Are you kidding? Charlie?

He's headed for the elevator.

We need a gun! Down that way. Let's go!

Hurry up!

Hey!

Hurry! There's a cougar on the elevator!

Right there!

Let me handle this, Smokey.

You guys, give me some room.

Wait a minute! Hold it! Hold it!

Wait a minute! Wait a minute!

Charlie?

Charlie. Cliff, that's Charlie.

Maybe so, Jess, but he's gone bad.

No, no. Let me handle this.

Ok, it's your hide.

Ok. Ok, Charlie.

Ok, take it easy now, boy.

Slim, let me down on that rope.

I'm gonna try to... Calm him down first.

Then I'll take him out of here.

You guys, just back up a little, huh?

Sure that's Charlie there?

It's gonna be ok, Charlie. No problems, boy.

Ok, now, Charlie. Take it easy now, boy.

Ok, let me down a little.

Ok, easy does it, Charlie.

Relax now, Charlie.

Take it easy now.

Easy now.

Don't let me down now.

Throw me down that rope. Easy.

Ok, Charlie. It's all right, Charlie.

It's ok, boy.

Stand still now, please.

All right, Charlie.

It's ok, boy.

You're all right, feller.

It's ok. Remember me? Huh?

Come on now, boy.

Come on!

Right.

It's me. Take it easy now, Charlie.

That's a boy.

It's all right. It's ok.

It's old home week, buddy. Come on, easy now.

Get those ears up.

Ok, Charlie.

That's a boy.

All right, Jess. Look at that, Will ya?

Be careful. It's Jess' cat, all right.

Ok, Charlie-boy. Ok, bring us up!

Bring 'em up. Give 'em plenty of room, there.

Stand back. Stand back.

It was early the next day

That Charlie took his last ride with Jess Bradley.

It would be a long drive to where they were going,

So Jess brought along somebody

To keep him company on the return trip.

It seems a certain ex-nurse

Was just about to become Mrs. Jess Bradley.

Well, that guaranteed a happy future for Jess,

And now he was figuring to do the same for Charlie.

Way up in a high corner of the cascade country,

There's about 1,000 square Miles

Of protected primitive wilderness,

And it's all out of bounds

For dogs and guns and bounty hunters.

This would be Charlie's new home.

Well, I guess this spot's as good as any.

Come here, Charlie.

Down.

You're on your own. Go on, now.

Looks like Charlie's gonna be real happy here.

Now, being the sort of cat he was,

There's just a little Chance

That Charlie somehow, sometime,

Might have found his way back

To Jess and the carbon county lumber mill again,

Except for one thing...

It seemed there was this bewitching,

Bewildering scent on the air

And it was coming from just up the hill.

Charlie took a long look.

A closer look.

Well, hallelujah and howdy-do again!

There's no way of telling if this really was the same cougarette

That Charlie took a fancy to a long time ago,

But Charlie was sure she was, and that settled that.

So that's how Charlie's lonesome days ended

In the best of all possible ways.

He was a king cat now.

From this time on he'd reign

Over all this bountiful wilderness domain.

He'd have a whole new life with a brand-new mate.

That means it's time for us to state

There'll be no more talking about Charlie.

So long, Charlie.

so long

so long, Charlie

let his story end

{{{the end}}}