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Spin it!

[Men vocalizing]

Let's begin it.

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♪ Friends for life through thick and thin

♪ With another tale to spin

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♪ All the trouble we get in with another tale to spin

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Vocalizing Spin it, my friend.

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[rapid vocalizing]

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[Baloo laughing] Oh, Rebecca, you have outdone yourself.

Next to my own dear Uncle Mo,

you're talking about my all-time biggest idol.

But, Baloo, who... [shouts]

Who is Whistlestop Jackson?

[Rebecca shouts]

What? Do my ears deceive me?

Are you asking who is Whistlestop Jackson?

- Yes. - Who?

Who?

Why, Whistlestop Jackson is only the finest pilot

to ever fly the face of the Earth.

[Up-tempo music plays]

Ha ha!

[man] Whistlestop Jackson, greatest aviator of his day.

- Ha ha! - Hem to millions.

A flying ace with talents in spades.

A barnstormer extraordinaire.

A legend in his own time.

And childhood hero.

- My personal personage. - Wow!

If nothing else, Mr. Jackson should bring us some good publicity.

When is he coming in?

He should have been here about three minutes...

[rumbling]

- Ago. - [airplane engine roaring]

Ha ha!

Pardon my tardiness.

Flew through a monsoon, typhoon,

cyclone and a cumulonimbus with big pointy teeth.

- Bad weather, if you get my drift. - You must be...

Whistlestop Jackson, the greatest aviator of my day.

Hero to millions.

What did I tell you? Whistlestop Jackson, in the flesh.

I'm Rebecca Cunningham.

It's a pleasure to have you with us, Mr. Jackson.

No, the pleasure is mine, Miss Cunningham.

No, no, no, no, no. The pleasure's mine!

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is...

- Baloo. - That's it. Baloo.

Looking forward to working with you, son.

Son! He called me son!

Baloo, why don't you get Mr. Jackson's things?

Get Mr. Jackson's things. Got it, got it. Getting them.

I'm sure this will be a profitable association for both of us, Mr. Jackson.

[bell ringing]

[man] Hey, how about one more for the evening edition?

What's bringing you back into the limelight?

We're very excited to have Mr. Jackson with Higher for Hire.

That's "higher" as in "up" and "hire" as in "for money."

What will his position with the company be?

Mr. Jackson has been appointed vice president of my company,

Higher for Hire.

Vice president? I thought he was gonna fly.

We were gonna be a team.

This is Whistlestop Jackson we're talking about, folks.

Hero to millions, a legend in...

Jackson's worth more to me shaking hands and pulling in clients.

You're the flyer.

You can tell the world... Whistlestop Jackson has arrived.

- Ha ha! - At Higher for Hire.

[Khan] So you see, Finance Minister LaFong,

a contract between Klopstokia

and Khan Enterprises would be more than mutually beneficial.

But Chairman Khan, only our president can award exclusive delivery contracts.

That may well be,

but what President Myron doesn't know won't hurt him...

and will make us very, very rich.

[nervous laughter]

But you're sure no one can upset your plans?

[gulps]

I have given you my word, finance minister.

That should be more than enough.

Ow! [Gulps]

- Oh, my aching... - Baloo!

That too.

Look. On the strength of his name alone,

Mr. Jackson has brought in five times the business.

How wonderful. That means five times less shut-eye.

[Becky] No time for napping. Here's your next run.

Oh, Becky, I can't work this hard.

It's bad for my image.

What say I help you out? Make some flights with you?

You? And me?

Together? You mean it?

We'll make a fine team.

Me and Whistlestop Jackson, a team!

[Khan] And so, Mr. Whistlestop Jackson,

we meet again.

Ha ha!

I never thought I'd see the day. Me and Whistlestop Jackson, a team!

We'll take the Sea Duck for a spin around the harbor

- and get to know her. - Yeah, right.

- Trouble, Whistlestop. - [laughs] No trouble at all.

Just getting a feel for the old bird.

Whoa!

[\IVhistlestop] Yeah, these new planes take some getting used to.

New? The Sea Duck's 20 years old.

Well, there sure are a lot of buttons and dials and such.

It takes more than that to stall out my old biplane. Yes, sir.

Yeah. She's kind of high-strung sometimes.

Yeah. Dandy piece of machinery, all right.

Make a little loop like that and the engine catches fire.

Better get her down so we can put the fire out.

Can't they see we have a fire here?

Hope that engine holds till we get her down.

[engine sputtering]

[Baloo] It's the "get down" that's worrying me.

Pipin' hot flapjacks on a Sunday morning.

I'm gonna miss that. Never took Little Britches fly fishing.

- Maybe Wildcat will take him. - Better buckle up good, Baloo.

What's the matter, bear? You going polar on me?

You better hit the hyper-conglometer.

- The hyper whatsit? - Let me show you.

[Becky shouts]

Whistlestop, are you all right?

I'm splendid, my dear. Most exhilarating.

Don't you realize your showing off could have hurt someone?

Huh? Me?

I can't believe you've become so jealous of Mr. Jackson

that you'd endanger him and the Sea Duck.

- Now, just a dive-bombin' second. - You're acting like a big baby

because the name Whistlestop Jackson means something in this business,

while the name Baloo just means Baloo.

Don't be so hard on him, Rebecca. It wasn't his fault.

I hope to kiss a Warthog, it wasn't my fault.

He's just young. He'll grow out of it.

- What? - You know, my dear,

spreading my wings again inspired an idea

how we could really do some business.

My old friend, Myron, is the new president of Klopstokia.

- I thought... - Young?

Grow out of it! And to think I used to idolize that guy!

He was the ace of aces.

I wonder how the ace would do without this joker.

[man] The famed aviator, Whistlestop Jackson,

has negotiated an exclusive delivery agreement

between Higher for Hire and the entire country of Klopstokia.

President Myron, an old crony of Jackson's,

says if Higher for Hire can prove itself

by delivering independence Day celebration supplies

to Klopstokia by Friday, June 13,

the company will be guaranteed a lifetime contract.

He's done it again, has he?

Mr. Khan, what are we going to do?

A funny thing about airplanes:

Sometimes they have accidents and fall down.

If that should, heaven forbid, happen to Mr. Jackson,

our agreement could be reinstated.

The rivalry between myself and Mr. Jackson

has gone on for more years than I care to remember.

[man] Government cancels mail contract with young Mr. Khan,

rising star of aviation executives.

Awards new contract to Whistlestop Jackson,

greatest aviator of his day.

Hem to millions.

- [{crowd cheers] - Ha ha!

I believe in bygones being bygones. But this is business.

The time has come to do something.

Something permanent.

- [Rebecca] Oh, Baloo, I'm so sorry. - Gee, Baloo, what happened?

Oh, it was terrifying, Little Britches.

I was putting up the aerial, and I was going up the...

Then I came falling down the...

Limbs flying everywhere.

And when I twisted my... And charleyed my horse...

Oh, it was horrible.

Well, don't worry about missing the Klopstokia run.

Mr. Jackson's gonna do it.

Oh, that's good to hear.

I'll come back later, Baloo.

[Baloo] Hope Whistlestop can fit all the supplies

in that old biplane of his.

Oh, he's taking the Sea Duck.

Good idea.

Now they'll find out who was doing all the work.

Especially with him taking the...

Sea Duck!

- That's the last of it, Mr. Jackson. - See you in the morning.

- [Baloo yelling] - [clattering]

He'll crash my poor baby into a million pieces!

I just wanted to show the old codger up, not get him killed to death.

Hold the plane!

I don't see how the old guy ever flew this antique.

They both ought to be in a museum somewhere.

I wish I had somebody to blame besides me for this mess.

All right.

Looks like I found the needle and the haystack.

Call me slow on the uptake,

but I still don't get what's going on around here.

These holes weren't made by termites.

It was Khan's men.

I lost them in the clouds so they'd think they shot me down.

Khan? What's he got his tail in a knot about?

Well, he has a grudge that goes way back to when I beat him on a mail deal.

To tell the truth, Baloo,

the famous Whistlestop Jackson hasn't been having much luck lately,

since those newfangled planes hit the sky.

I thought at Higher For Hire, I could fade away in a flash of brilliance.

But I've been kidding myself.

Looks like Khan's gonna fade me away permanently.

I guess he finally beat the legend.

If we don't make this run, he's not only gonna beat you.

He's gonna get Becky's business to boot.

And I don't think a hero to millions, including yours truly,

is about to let that happen. Do you?

Can't you work any faster, Baloo? We've got fireworks to deliver.

[Baloo] Ha ha! Now you're talking, Jackson.

[indistinct chatter]

Well, what a pity.

Independence Day, and not a firework in sight.

Yes, what a pity.

It would seem I have settled an old rivalry once and for all,

as well as making us both rich.

[whispering]

Such a persistent nuisance he is.

What? Jackson? Is he alive?

Is he coming here? I'm ruined.

I'm not going to have to give the money back, am I?

All is well, finance minister.

When they've failed to arrive by 8:00, as they shall,

the contract will be void.

What time now?

Five till eight.

And there's the lights of the capital. We made it!

If we can get past them.

Which way did they go?

I had to ask. Hang on!

They got us outnumbered, outclassed and downright outdone!

[rapid gunfire]

What we need is some backup, a way to buy us some time.

Yeah, but where are we gonna find backup?

Right behind us.

Where?

[indistinct chattering]

[Khan] Two minutes to eight. [Chuckles]

You know, Mr. LaFong, I really think you might announce

the celebration's cancellation.

[grunting]

Whoa!

Ha ha!

I sure could use some artillery about now.

Time to light up some lives around here.

People of Klopstokia,

our president announces that due to the failure of Higher for Hire,

tonight's Independence Day celebration has regrettably been...

[firework explodes]

[an] Ooh!

[an] Ooh!

We did it, Baloo!

Attaboy, Jackson!

Mr. Khan, I don't understand.

- What... what happened? - [crowd cheers]

It seems Whistlestop Jackson happened...

again.

[large explosions]

[Baloo] Ha ha! What a guy! Oh, ho, ho!

- You did it! - Yeah! All right!

You made this company a lot of money, Mr. Jackson.

It was Baloo here who did all the work.

- He's the real hero. - Oh, shucks.

It was all in a day's work for your above-average legend protégé.

Do you really have to leave, Mr. Whistlestop?

Son, I did what I came to do.

One last flash of brilliance.

Now I can finally fade away to somewhere nice and quiet.

And I'm leaving the world in pretty good hands.

All in all, it's been a rousing success.

After all, it was my intention all along

to force Mr. Jackson into retirement.

And that is precisely what I have done.

Wouldn't you say?

I knew you'd agree.

[man] And as the sun sinks slowly in the western sky,

we bid a fond farewell to Whistlestop Jackson.

Ace of the skies.

Hem to millions.

[Mlhistlestop] Ha ha!

[UP-Tempo music ends]

[♪ TaleSpin ♪ TaleSpin men vocalizing]

♪ Another tale to spin

♪ TaleSpin ♪ TaleSpin vocalizing

♪ Another tale to spin

[men vocalizing]

[man chuckling]

♪ TaleSpin' ♪