Original subtitles

Breathe, my love.

Don't be afraid. I'm right here with you.

(MOTHER BREATHING DEEPLY)

Another deep, cleansing breath, my love.

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

And now a little push.

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

Ah! We did it! An egg!

My egg.

Mmm. Our egg.

And what a perfect egg it is.

With a perfect child inside.

Ko-hoh! Ko-hoh!

Just a little look, ko-hoh, at my new arrivals.

No, no, my dear. They need warmth for survival.

Just a little peak, ko-hoh. Move your nosy beak, ko-no.

Oh, this waiting, this anticipating

the birth of my perfect baby swan.

Our swans, dear.

Oh, yeah.

* Three perfect eggs Won't my kids be super

* Wish that I could look inside and see their future

* Will you be leaders The pride of the flock

* Three little chips Off of my old block

* Well, an apple doesn't fall Too far from the tree

* You'll be the spittin' image of me

* Spittin' image of him, spittin' image That's right

* Spittin' image of him Oh, boy.

* All I ask is perfection From my sons and daughters

* Like my humble self And all the swans before us

* We're gonna ko-hoh best of them all

* Everyone will listen When our trumpets call

* You'll be my reflection Everyone will see

* You'll be the spittin' image of me

* Spittin' image of him, spittin' image

* Indeed Spittin' image of him

* Do you remember when we courted?

* How we were dancing beak to beak I do

* I entranced you with my call

* And I made your life complete Here, let me take a seat.

* He can't wait till he sings So the world will know

* We're the best ko-hohers In the whole ko-hoh so

* Hush, dear mama, I'm in ecstasy

* They'll be the spittin' image of me

* The apple can't fall too far from the tree

* They'll be the spittin' image of me

* Be the spittin' image of him

* Shoo-doop The spittin' image of her

* Shoo-doop The spittin' image of him

* An apple doesn't fall too far from the tree

* You'll be the spittin' image of me

* You'll be the spittin' image of me

* Oh, yeah

You're on my foot. Oh, no.

(GASPING)

At last, I am a father with all the pleasant duties

and awesomeresponsibilities of fatherhood.

Welcome, my children, to this magnificent pond

and the swamp adjacent.

(BABBLING)

Oh, you have chops, my little one.

I shall call you Ella.

* Ko-hoh, my mama done and hatched me *

You have good pipes

and bad grammar.

Hmm. I shall call you Billie.

A son.

My own blessed son!

Welcome, my child, to wind and weather.

I'll... I'll... I'll name you Louie.

After my father, Louie, and his father, Louie-Louie.

In the tradition of the great swans before you

let me hear your ko-hoh!

(INAUDIBLE)

Louie?

(INAUDIBLE)

Perhaps he's shy, dear.

No need to be shy, son.

(INAUDIBLE)

We are all waiting to hear your ko-hoh, Louie.

(INAUDIBLE)

There, there... There must be a mistake.

This child cannot be ours! Someone must have switched the eggs.

Of course he's ours.

He's our Louie.

But my son is destined to be the greatest of all the trumpeters.

Why, just look at his superior parentage.

How will he ever speak to his friends?

Or attract a mate?

After all, my love, what made you fall in love with me was my...

BOTH: Deep, powerful, resonant voice.

A father wants so much for his children

and now this.

Oh, a tragedy. What despair!

Shh! It's a boy. What is it?

(GASPS) Another son?

No, no, darling.

We are being watched by a human boy.

(GASPS) And with such big eyes.

ELLA: Marco? CYGNETS: Polo.

Marco?

CYGNETS: Polo.

Marco!

ALL: Polo!

No fair. Louie didn't say "Polo."

Well, he can't talk.

Can't talk?

And he calls himself a trumpeter swan?

I don't think so.

Louie can't help it.

Father says he's, you know, defective.

Well, defective one, Marco Polo is a talking game.

And if you can't talk, you can't play.

Those are the rules, buddy.

Hey! If you can't talk, you can't play.

You're out of here, duckie.

A trumpeter swan who can't trumpet?

Oh, man, breaks my heart.

Okay, here we go.

(HUMMING)

My swan dive!

And now, Serena's all-time, world famous cannonball!

One, two, three,

here I go!

(COUGHING)

Hi. You want a slice of pond weed?

I'm Serena. What's your name?

That's your name? No way!

(LAUGHING)

Hey!

You could say goodbye, Mr...

LOUIE: (TO HIMSELF) It's not fair.

Everyone has a voice but me.

(VOCALIZING)

You got the beat, honey. Want to join in?

LOUIE: If only they knew how much.

Sorry. Now see what you did?

Well, I said I was sorry.

It's not my fault he's, you know... (GROWLING)

LOUIE: The fox! I've gotta warn them.

Billie! Ella! Look out!

Please let them hear me!

Thank goodness you are safe, my precious daughters.

Oh, how my heart trembled. Look!

That human boy.

Saved the lives of our children.

He has my eternal gratitude.

When I think of what could have happened

with poor Louie unable to cry out a warning.

Although I'm sure you did your best, son.

LOUIE: I did try.

Can't he see how hard I tried?

Everyone okay? That was close.

Ko-ho. Ko-ho.

Hey, no problem.

WOMAN: Okay, campers, lights out, please.

SAM: I could spend the whole day watching the baby swans.

There are three cygnets. Two of them said, "Beep."

The third one didn't.

I like him the best.

I wonder why baby birds beep?

(LAUGHING) Why do baby birds beep?

Is that all you can think about, bird boy?

What's it to you, A.G.?

(IMITATING CHICKEN CALL)

(LAUGHS)

Swans are fowl!

Besides, some of us are trying to sleep. So get a life, will you!

(HUMMING UPBEAT TUNE)

* She's so fine She blows my mind, yeah *

Hey, little guy.

I'm Sam Beaver.

You like music. Me too.

(VOCALIZING)

* Everybody sing along

* We're gonna rock, baby All night long *

Now you try it.

You can't sing?

So what? Not everybody can do everything.

But I bet you're a better swimmer than me.

LOUIE: Wait till he sees this!

(SAM LAUGHING)

I'm not really big on pond shrubbery.

Phew! Something stinks out here!

(COUGHING)

And your feathered friend doesn't smell too good either.

You're pathetic, Beaver.

Thanks.

(CHUCKLES) Hey, I like you too, little guy.

BILLIE: * I got the freezin', breezin' Low-down blues *

The chill you feel is the result of the onset of autumn,

a subject about which I have a few timely remarks.

Ahem!

Have you ever wondered, children,

why we swans have wings attached to our rather handsome torsos?

Not really, Father.

(SHUSHING)

These mighty wings allow us to migrate to more temperate waters.

Hmm-mmm. Oh, ahem!

Fly south to a warmer lake.

Oh, gotcha!

But we don't know how to fly.

As your father, I shall teach you.

First, I extend my long, elegant neck.

Then I retract my muscular feet.

Then I pump my glorious wings.

And finally, I call out a mighty ko-hoh

when I take to the sky.

LOUIE: I have to ko-hoh?

Now I'll never be able to fly.

Come on.

Well, I'm gonna try.

(PANTING)

Amazing!

Those guys down there look like ants.

Those are ants, silly. You haven't left the ground yet.

(GRUNTING)

Ko-hoo.

Ah-ha!

Oh! Ho-ho! Whee.

That's it, Ella.

(PANTING)

Ko-hoh!

You're getting it, Billie.

Louie, I can't help but notice you're not in the air.

You must try, son.

* Ko-hoo

Look at us, Father.

Coming, girls. You sound marvelous!

LOUIE: Okay, I'll try.

Hey, I'm flying. I can do it!

Whoa!

Ko-hoo!

Look at me, Father. Oh, please, look at me.

Stay in your own lane, buster. You should have honked.

That kid's a menace!

You must keep your eye on the sky, my boy.

And I must find my son a voice.

I remember you. You're the one who can't talk.

How does it feel? Is it weird?

You know, I bet it makes you a great listener.

(SERENA LAUGHING)

Hey, want to see my triple gainer?

Ta-da.

Did you like that?

Boy, am I silly.

You can't talk, and I'm asking you questions.

I'm the one who's weird.

Duh! (LAUGHING)

LOUIE: She's not weird. She's great!

SAM: This sounds crazy, but I think that little swan really understood me.

I wonder if I'll ever see him again.

There you are.

Good luck, little guy. Have a nice winter!

SAM: I wonder how birds know which way is south?

Do they follow the stars?

How do they know which way is south?

There it is, my children.

Our new home.

Red Rock Lake, Montana.

SERENA: Last one there's a rotten egg.

Come on, Louie, let's explore.

LOUIE: She's inviting me.

(LAUGHING)

I have good news for you, darling.

(WHISPERING) Before you know it, your son, Louie, will be in love.

Why... Why... Why this is terrible news.

Love isn't terrible.

It is if you can't say ko-hoh to the female of your choice.

And you have to spend the rest of your life in loneliness and misery.

Oh, you do have a point, my love.

I have many points

but I am Louie's devoted father.

I shall act.

I hear there are man-made devices

that produce sound similar to our wild trumpeting.

Similar but inferior, of course.

I shall search for such a device for our son.

Even if I have to go to the ends of the earth.

If I may make a suggestion, dear,

just got to Billings, Montana.

It's a lot closer.

All right. Very well, without further ado, I will go to Billings.

Goodbye, my love. Ko-hoh!

What a swan.

I just hope he knows what he's doing.

(CAR ALARM BLARING)

How do human females put up with these annoying love calls?

(WHIRRING)

Oh, my. Who would want to mate after hearing that?

(TRUMPET PLAYING SOOTHING MELODY)

Ah-ha! Now that is the sound of romance.

Ah-ha. Now is my time to act.

May luck go with me.

(HORN BLARING) Ahhh!

Correction. May good luck go with me.

Here I go!

(CRASHING)

(SCREAMS)

MAN: Somebody help me!

Help, I've been robbed by a swan thief.

I'll get you, you miserable thief.

Thief? Me? A lowly thief.

I did it for my son.

I only did it for my son, Louie!

(RIFLE FIRING)

Huh?

Okay, mister, let's stop what we're doing and hand over that weapon. Shall we?

All right, I'm issuing you a citation, little man.

It is illegal to shoot here. Oh, yes.

This happens to be a bird refuge. Can you read, sir? Can you?

Because right over there, there is a sign. It says, "no hunting."

Right here. Black and white. "N-O H-U-N-ting."

What would that be? Say, no hunting, perhaps.

It is illegal to shoot.

The coast is clear.

Saved by the written word.

(LAUGHS)

Oh, hey there. I'm Sweets. Who are you?

(LAUGHING) Hey, now I remember you.

The one who can't talk.

Oh, baby, don't feel bad.

Everybody's got something.

You like those words, baby?

(LAUGHING)

Lookie here. Humans have words all over the place.

On their food.

On their tails. (LAUGHS)

Man, even on their mountains.

They can communicate without even speaking.

LOUIE: Wow! This is great news!

What did I do?

Wait a minute, little fella, where you going?

(SNORING)

LOUIE: This is so exciting.

I have to try to tell him.

There's this thing called reading and writing.

And I have this human friend

who can show me how.

What? You're not making yourself clear, my boy.

Then I won't be, you know, defective anymore.

(YAWNING)

I wish you could speak to me, Louie.

What wonderful things you would say.

LOUIE: He can't understand me now, but one day he will.

What? What? What? What? Louie? Louie? Wait, Louie?

Come back, son! Look!

I brought you a voice!

MAN (ON RADIO): Another chilly day here in Billings.

So bundle up, stay warm, and get out the hot cocoa.

* Cinderella dressed in yellow Went upstairs to kiss her fellow *

What?

(KNOCKING)

Whoa! It's you.

It can't be.

(LAUGHING) It is you.

Wow, little guy, how did you find me?

What? You stepped in bear droppings?

Hmm. No hunting.

I agree.

Why shoot animals?

Wait a minute. Did you just write?

No way!

You want to learn to write more stuff?

And read too?

Oh!

So you can have a voice.

You're some swan, little guy.

MOTHER: He's gone.

He's... He's really, really gone.

BOTH: It's her fault.

She wouldn't let him play Marco Polo.

And she wouldn't let him play Duck, Duck, Goose.

It doesn't matter whose fault it is.

What matters is is that he's gone.

I must leave this idyllic lake and look for him at once.

Darling, darling, there's just one little matter to consider.

We have no idea where Louie went.

Well, my birdly instincts tell me he has gone south.

Uh-huh. Well, what about north?

Or east?

Or west?

Or northeast? Or the southeast?

Or southwest and northwest?

Oh, there are too many directions!

We'll just have to hope that Louie comes back.

If he ever does come back.

But who will I dive with if he doesn't come back?

(BELL RINGING)

MRS. HAMMERBOTHAM: Congratulations, children.

Our special fern is finally ready for the science fair.

I know we're all looking forward to the fair.

Aren't we, Mr. Fern?

That's Mrs. Hammerbotham.

She taught me to read when I was in first grade.

Now remember, boys and girls, plants have feelings too.

Oh! Hello, Sammy.

Did you come to share your special pet?

(STUDENTS LAUGHING) He's not my pet, Mrs. Hammerbotham.

But he needs to learn how to read and write as soon as possible.

Sammy, Sammy, Sammy.

(LAUGHING)

I like the way Sammy uses his imagination.

Don't you, children?

(LAUGHING)

I'm sorry, Sammy, but I've never taught a swan.

Oh, he's very well-behaved.

And he won't mess up the room.

He'll even raise his wing when he has to go to the...

(SHOUTING)

MRS. HAMMERBOTHAM: Oh, dear! Now look what's happened!

Oh, Sammy, don't you see?

We can't have this swan in class. (LOUIE BELCHING)

But Mrs. Hammerbotham, you were the one who taught me to respect

the differences of others. Well, yes, dear.

You taught us the world is a rainbow of different colors.

Different colors.

Different races. Different races.

Different creeds. Different creeds!

Different species. Different species!

Different species?

Did I say that?

Oh, Sammy, dear, sometimes Mrs. Hammerbotham says what she thinks she means

but that she doesn't actually mean to mean.

Do you know what I mean?

Please. You can't discriminate against him just because he's poultry.

Oh, what a little darling.

Well...

Now, I guess we do need a new science project.

What do you say, children?

(STUDENTS CHEERING)

LOUIE: I'm in first grade.

This will be your seat.

(SCREAMING) Let's remember to keep our wings to ourselves.

(LAUGHS) We must work on our fine motor skills.

Is it time for recess?

Oh, dear.

If only our eyes weren't on the opposite sides of our head.

SAM: But I like the way you're trying, little guy.

LOUIE: "One fine morning in the month of May,

"when Stuart was three years old, he arose early."

"Louie". That's you?

Wow! You have a name.

All right, little guy.

I mean, all right, Louie.

Well done, Louie. Oh, what a special day this is.

GIRL: All right, Louie. Oh, you see, children

if we try our very, very best

we can do anything we set our minds to.

Good luck, Louie. I'll be counting the days till camp.

LOUIE: Wow! Honor Swan at Billings Elementary School.

That's me.

Thanks a million.

BOYD: Hey, I got it covered.

Here comes the great one.

Hey! You snooze you lose.

Got it! Open, I'm open!

(LAUGHING)

Oops. Butterfingers.

She scores.

Victory dance.

(VOCALIZING)

Ko... Ko... Ko-hoh!

Look! Look!

Can it be?

Miracle of miracles, it's Louie!

Louie, my Louie, oh, you're so big.

But so thin.

Have you been getting enough to eat?

Louie, my son.

No one can imagine the extent of our joy at seeing you again.

I'm sure I speak for everyone here.

Perhaps, you could speak for everyone later, darling.

What's that weird thing on your neck, Louie?

LOUIE: Wait until they see this.

Hi there.

What? Do you think Louie has gone cuckoo, Mother?

Well, he was always a creep.

Now he's a creep with a little baby bib.

BILLIE: What is he doing? LOUIE: Hi there.

Hear me, Serena. I did this for you.

What are you trying to say, Louie?

(LAUGHING)

Nothing's changed.

They still can't understand me.

How could I have been so stupid?

This, my son, is your trumpet.

If you learn to play it, Louie,

you will be able to ko-hoh like every other swan.

May the hills echo

with your new voice, my son.

(PLAYING OFF-KEY)

Man, even for a rodent this is tough on the ears.

LOUIE: I'll never learn to play this thing. Ow!

Now come on, try it again.

Man, there's a voice inside of you

that is dying to come out.

Now come on, give me some of that sweet, sweet music.

(PLAYING OFF-KEY)

Oh, man, anybody got earplugs?

* Oh, yeah

* Hey, hey

* Everybody's shakin' 'em Come on, let's jam

* And groove to the beat You gotta find your feet and swing

* I got to say * I got to say

* How in love, I am * She's in love

* With the music I hear Everybody's here and sing

* Join us girls and boys

* Screamin' and making noise

* The music goes like this

(VOCALIZING)

* I'm going, I'm going Come on in

* Join, come on

* Make a big line now Come, come, come on, sing *

LOUIE: I have to find my voice too.

I just have to.

(PLAYS SOFT TUNE)

(GASPS)

Yes.

(CONTINUES PLAYING)

LOUIE: Yes.

Wow! Louie?

Are you the one making that sound?

I like it.

Play some more.

Thank you, Louie.

I don't know what it is, but it's really sweet.

MAURICE: Serena!

Hi, Daddy.

(LAUGHING) Oh, there's Boyd.

Boyd! Maurice here!

Serena! (LAUGHING)

Serena, say hello to Boyd.

Hi, Boyd.

Well, hello, Serena.

You know, Boyd just happens to be the best trumpeter in Montana.

Boyd, how about it, huh?

Let's hear those vocal cords vibrate.

Ko-hoh!

(LAUGHS HEARTILY) Incredible.

Serena, Serena, come along, come along.

Boyd is joining us for dinner.

MAN: Attention all units.

Be on the lookout for a swan thief.

MAN: That's him. That's the one.

Oh, I'll get you!

(SCREAMING)

Stop, thief!

OFFICER: Swan thief spotted downtown.

You are surrounded. Stop where you are.

MAN: It's that swan thief!

Wow! They're pursuing me!

They're pursuing me with avengeance!

They're going to lock me up!

Darling, it was just a dream.

No! Nonsense, no! They were after me!

With shotguns and footcuffs

and wingwhoppers and...

MOTHER: What's got into you, darling?

Oh, my dear, my dear, my dear, I am nothing but a common criminal.

A thief!

You see, I procured the trumpet without paying for it.

MOTHER: (GASPS) You mean you...

You stole it?

It is deplorable, but true.

But you did it for love.

FATHER: But I sacrificed my honor.

Now I will never sleep in peace again.

There, there, dear. You did it for Louie.

LOUIE: I'm sorry, Father.

I'll get your honor back.

I will.

This is the heart I never got to give you, Serena.

Goodbye. I'll miss you.

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

CHIEF: Welcome, campers.

Please unpack all your things.

SAM: Ah! It's great to be back.

MAN: So I don't have to.

A.G.: I want to see the girls' cabins.

(SAM PANTING)

Louie!

"Need to talk. Urgent."

LOUIE: My father stole the trumpet.

Your father stole that trumpet?

Hey, he didn't know. It was a mistake.

LOUIE: But now they're after him.

I know, all he needs to do is pay back the store.

You can get a job and earn the money to pay for the trumpet.

A job. Now, what are you qualified to do?

Can you actually play that thing?

(PLAYING REVEILLE)

That's it!

Hey, hey. hey!

Hey, hey, hey!

Get over there! Put that back! Hey, you!

Okay, let's go. Put that... Hey, hey! You, stop that!

That's my foot! Oh, I need a vacation!

(PLAYING REVEILLE)

He's super, isn't he?

He can't play the bugle. He's a waterfowl!

Come on, Chief. Hire him as our camp bugler.

I tell you, it's lousy pay.

That's okay. He'll take the job anyway.

Okay, he can have the job.

No problem, Chief.

Our last bugler left because he got a rash on his lips.

But don't worry, you don't have lips.

(PLAYING SLOW RENDITION OF REVEILLE)

SAM: Louie's music blows everyone away.

When I think of that tiny swan who pulled my shoelace

Louie seems so grown-up now.

I wonder what I'm gonna be when I grow up.

I wonder what I'm gonna be.

(GRUNTING)

Wormeater!

(CHEERING)

You call that a spike, feather breath?

I quit!

All this outdoors!

(GRUMBLING)

Oh!

(MUFFLED GRUNTING)

Phew!

You all stink too!

Camp!

What a stupid place!

I want my TV.

(GASPS) Oh, no!

Whoa!

(SCREAMS)

Ah! Whoa!

Help, I'm drowning!

Help! Help me!

I'm drowning!

Man overboard!

Help! Somebody help!

A.G.: Help! I'm drowning!

(SHOUTS)

SAM: Oh-ho! Great save, Louie!

A.G.: Hey, swan.

You did okay

for a bird.

CHILD: You're a hero!

(CHANTING) Louie! Louie! Louie! Louie!

Louie! Louie! Louie! Louie!

LOUIE: I never knew someone like me could be a hero.

(PLAYING SOFT TUNE)

Oh, man, now that's music.

Sweet, sweet music.

(CHIEF MUMBLING)

Kum ba yah.

* Kum ba yah, my Lord, kum ba yah *

Chief asked me to give you this.

It's your salary.

LOUIE: Is it enough to pay for my trumpet?

Maybe, but not for all the damage to the store.

You need to earn some big money for that.

You can't do it around here, that's for sure.

Big money is in big cities.

LOUIE: Then that's where I'll go.

(PLAYING SOFT TUNE)

CHIEF: Okay, campers, see you next summer.

Now, remember what I told you. Head east.

Check out Chicago

or Philadelphia or even Boston.

And go easy on the baked beans.

(PLAYS SOFT TUNE)

You're gonna make it, big guy. You're gonna be somebody.

(GASPS) Look at them!

Isn't spring romantic?

Uh! Get a grip, Apathy. They're crickets.

* Love on the lake, love me, babe *

Oh, that voice!

Every time he sings, I can feel it in my wishbones.

Oh, you're so lucky, Serena! He's nuts about you!

Hey, hey, chicks, please, back up. Gotta talk to the gal here.

Hey, Serena, how about it?

You, me, doing that wedding thing?

Marriage? Wow.

Will you excuse me, Boyd? Huh?

She'd better stop that silly diving bit and make up her mind.

Hey, I'm in demand, you know?

Oh, you'd be a fool to pass him up.

Oh, yeah, right.

He doesn't even like to dive.

Are you still hung up on that loser?

The one who's never coming back?

He might. You don't know.

Marry Boyd.

Of course she's going to marry Boyd.

But, Daddy, I'm not sure...

Show the world that you've something in your head between your feathers.

But, Daddy, shouldn't I be feeling something more?

Love grows on you.

Ew! That sounds like a fungus.

Serena...

Go to him.

Ahem!

Okay, Boyd.

I'll do it.

(CHUCKLES) Oh, yeah. I'm yours or you're mine or whatever.

Hey, good call, babe.

Your prince is gonna sing to you

every morning and every single night.

It'll be bliss. I can't wait.

* I'm your morning and evening star

* From my side you'll never go far *

BOYD: Oh! It's gonna be beautiful.

Oh, no, she accepts!

Man, this is a disaster!

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Getting married!

Get that on the Internut.

Just because we're squirrels doesn't mean we can't have an infrastructure.

Getting married. Married.

Getting married.

Getting married.

Getting married.

She's getting married?

Heartbreak!

Message, message, message!

Oh!

But first...

A little snack for the road, maybe? (LAUGHING)

Acorns!

My favorite!

LOUIE: There it is, Boston.

Oh, hi there, Louie.

I am the senator. Your grassroots rodent.

My constituents have informed me of your arrival.

If you need anything, do not hesitate to contact my aides.

LOUIE: He's nice! For a politician.

Come on, come on. What do you say? Double or nothing?

Uh, no, no.

Hey, that's okay. Plenty more suckers where you came from.

Forget it, buddy. We got swans up the wazoo here. Try Philadelphia.

(PLAYING UPBEAT TUNE)

A horn-playing swan!

This I like.

I smell...

Cash. Oh, yes, the green goddess.

Let me introduce myself. Name is Monty.

I am a highly successful entrepreneur

recently relocated to these parts.

Oh, yeah, this card thing. That's just a hobby.

Looks to me like you might have some real earnings potential

with that horn there.

Have you ever considered working with a manager?

I can help you reels in some big bucks. For a small fee.

LOUIE: I wish I knew what a manager was.

How about this? I get you a gig in one of them swan boats there.

Trust me, swanny.

Be back in half a honk.

Yes, he's a horn-playing swan. Think about it.

He'll have the tourists flocking all over themselves to see this thing.

This is an opportunity you should not pass.

You got a deal.

We're in, swanny.

We're talking dough for me... Uh, Do Re Mi, pal. Let's go.

(PLAYING UPBEAT TUNE)

(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING IN AMAZEMENT)

Taught him everything he knows.

Incredible! The swan's gonna be a star!

(PLAYING UPBEAT TUNE)

* Have you heard the music Across the Boston Lake

* Spread the word There's a brand-new bird

* And, oh, how he can play

* When he blew that trumpet everybody came

* Thousands cheered, you can't hear that the people all shout his name

* -Everybody say Louie, Louie, Louie

* Stand and take a bow

* You hit the thing * Baby, you're the king

* And nothing's gonna stop you now Everybody sing

* Louie, Louie, Louie

* A brand-new star is born

* And the people all shout * But you better watch out

* When Louie starts blowing that horn. Blow it, Louie!

MAN: * All right, Louie!

* Everybody sing Louie, Louie, Louie

* Look what you've became

* You're a hit for real Tell me how it feels

* When everybody knows your name

* Louie, you're the bomb Louie, you're the whiz

* The leader and the champ And the best there is

* Listen to the people And the chatter of the birds

* Everyone's together And the reason is because

* Louie, Louie, Louie

* There's no one else the same

* It's the final stop 'Cause you've reached the top.

* Everybody's gonna know your name

* Everybody's gonna know your name, Louie!

* Louie, Louie, Louie

* Look what you became

* You're a hit for real *Tell me, how does it feel

* When everybody knows your name

* All the way from New York to St. Louis

* Everybody knows the tune

* You're the bomb, the whiz The best there is

* 'Cause no one plays like you

* No one plays like you, Louie!

* Listen to the sound of the rhythm And the beat

* Everybody's singing And dancing in the street

* Louie, Louie, Louie

They love you, Louie. You and me, we're gonna go far.

One day you'll be onstage with the whole darn-tooting Boston Pops!

And I'll be sitting pretty on a mountain of money.

Lou, where you planning on spending the night?

LOUIE: Here, on the lake.

I don't think so.

As your agent-slash-manager, I'm here to protect you too.

Nothing to it.

I got a lot riding on this swan.

LOUIE: This hotel looks pretty fancy.

I don't see any other swans.

Excuse me, monsieur, I'd like a single room for my client here.

A swan in a hotel?

Preposterous!

What are you talking about? My client here's a famous musician!

Nonetheless, we haven't had great luck with musicians.

What if he trashes the room? Or molts in the bed?

And then there's the delicate matter of lice.

I think I got a cure for that. Oh, I couldn't possibly!

(GIRL SCREAMS)

There he is! There's Louie!

Can we have your autograph?

Will you look at that, is this swan a celebrity or what?

Well...

Just sign the register, please.

That's more like it.

MAN: Very impressive.

(BELL CLANGING)

This way, sir.

LOUIE: What's this?

(WHIRRING)

Numbers.

They sure have fizzy pond water here.

This is fun. Serena would love this.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Ah, here we are. Your room service order, sir.

The kitchen was out of the pond weeds you requested,

so our brilliant chef took the liberty of substituting

twelve watercress sandwiches,

hold the bread. Mmm, yummy.

Perhaps you'd like to dine alfresco, yes?

He talks funny. On the terrace?

Thank you, sir. You are very kind.

Um, extra pillow, sir?

Oh, dear. But of course.

You're feather sensitive.

I'll have housekeeping send up a king-size synthetic straight away.

Very good, sir.

LOUIE: Where are the stars?

Don't they even have stars in the city?

* Serena

* Wish you could hear me now *

(PLAYING SOULFUL TUNE)

* Hear me, Serena

* I need you near me now

Serena, this is the best wedding shower.

We're having so much fun.

SERENA: This is such a lovely twig.

You really shouldn't have.

(ALL GIGGLING)

Wow, muck. Oh, you can never have enough muck, can you, girls?

Thanks. (SWANS SWOONING)

Thank you, thank you, not necessary.

Oh, yeah, muck. That's nice too.

Poor Louie.

Oh, I cannot bear to watch this, my love.

I have sacrificed my honor

for naught.

(SNIFFLING)

MONTY: Here we are, Louie. The big show.

I told you I'd take you right to the top.

Whoa. Before you go out there, Louie,

I do have a little contract drawn up that I need you to sign.

It's no big deal. You're exclusive to me for a billion years

in this or any other galaxy yet to be discovered, yada-yada-yada.

Just your standard gentleman's agreement.

Should I? Come on, come on, come on.

With the cash you'll be raking in, you'll have enough

to buy a shiny new trumpet and anything else you want.

LOUIE: Enough to repay the music store?

How can I say no?

Oh. yes!

ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen,

put your hands together for Louie, the trumpeter swan.

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

(PLAYING UPBEAT TUNE)

Go, Louie!

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

Bravo, Lou! They loved you. I got you booked in the stadium on Saturday

and I'm very close to a major network deal.

Here's your salary, kid.

(LAUGHING) Payday!

(SWITCHING CHANNELS)

ANNOUNCER: There's a new bird in Boston and his name is Louie.

He's a trumpeter swan that really plays the trumpet.

Louie!

Tonight, the music of this amazing...

You did it, Louie! You did it! You're famous!

(SWITCHES TV OFF)

You've got a high approval rating, my friend.

Well done. (KNOCKING ON WINDOW)

Message from the Internut.

(WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY)

This is terrible news! LOUIE: What could it be?

Okay, the message is this,

that your girlfriend is gonna marry the crooner

with the greasy feathers. Right, tomorrow.

I got it! I did it! (LAUGHING)

Serena and Boyd?

Why didn't you come sooner?

All right. So, blame me. I made a few nut stops, okay?

Go to her, youngster.

You might be behind in the polls

but remember, it's not over until election day!

Good luck, Louie.

Lou, did you see the...

(GASPS) Not so fast, you fern-eating ingrate!

You, Louie are my property! You're not going nowhere.

I'm gonna clip those wings so you'll never fly again!

He's got scissors! I hate scissors!

MONTY: Hate to do it to you, Louie, but money is money!

SENATOR: Stop, you!

Hey, you, over here! Hey, me!

Call my aides. I'm going in!

(LAUGHS) That's all right. I'm unharmed.

Take this! Argh!

MONTY: Get away from me! Free that swan!

SENATOR: Go, Louie! Fly like the, uh, wind!

Are we nice and comfy there? MONTY: Come on!

(WHISPERING) Quiet, it's about to start. Serena, here she comes.

LOUIE: Oh, no!

Traffic! (QUACKING)

Whoa! Sorry, Mr. Presidents. I've got to hurry.

Oh, heaven knows... (SOBBING)

I have known sadness in my lifetime.

But never a sorrow such as this.

Louie will be so heartbroken.

LOUIE: Oh, no, not now.

Do you, Boyd, take Serena

to be your lifelong mate?

* I do-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh!

And do you, Serena, take Boyd

to be your lifelong mate?

Um... (SWANS URGING)

(LOUIE TRUMPETING)

Whoever you are, wait your turn.

I haven't gotten to the part about objections.

(LOUIE TRUMPETING)

Louie! ALL: Louie!

Oh, yeah!

(LOUIE PLAYING ROMANTIC TUNE)

That's beautiful.

Okay, okay, what does it say? It says that

Louie is mine

and I am his forever.

(SOBBING)

So you can talk now, huh?

Let's see what you have to say without your stupid horn!

LOUIE: Oh, no, my voice!

(GASPS)

(LAUGHING) There goes your love call, songbird.

Now get off my lake! And don't come back!

(BOYD LAUGHING)

LOUIE: "Dangerous curves ahead."

Too bad old Boyd never learned to read.

(YELLS)

BOYD: Help! Somebody, help!

(GROANING)

Daddy, I love Louie. And he loves me.

(LAUGHING)

I know, Serena. I heard him loud and clear.

* When the moon would rise I'd close my eyes

* And dream of you and me

* And tomorrow's when I'd dream again

* And in my dreams I'd see

* We'd fly away

* To a wondrous brand new day

* And we'd sail up there so high

* We could touch the sky

* We'd fly, we'd soar

* Just you forever more

* And the stars shine in your eyes

* We can touch the sky

* You and me

* Yeah, yeah

* And we'll dance upon the clouds

* And I'll love you till I die

* We could touch the sky

* You and me

I never heard your music until today, son.

Now I feel your voice in my heart.

To think I once thought you were

defective.

Forgive me, Louie. How little I knew.

Oh, it seems so long ago, that day in the music store,

when I took... When I...

(GROANS)

Money? (CHUCKLES)

Why are you giving me money?

To pay for the trumpet.

Oh, Louie, this is the gift of a lifetime!

Onward, my son,

to Billings!

Ah, here is Billings.

The scene of my crime.

Thank you, Louie, for giving me the chance to redeem my honor.

(GASPS) It's that swan thief!

LOUIE: No!

MAN: He's got a gun! No! Don't shoot!

LOUIE: Father!

No! (GROANING)

The end is near.

Man, in his folly, has given me a mortal wound.

Oh, goodbye, beautiful world.

Farewell, sweet springtimes I have known.

Adieu, loyal wife and loving children.

(FATHER COUGHING)

Now I die.

Gracefully, as really

only a swan (COUGHING) can.

He's dead. The bird is dead.

LOUIE: Father.

Oh, Father.

I'm so sorry, Louie.

Look what you've done. You killed a trumpeter swan.

These birds are endangered!

This endangered bird swiped a trumpet from my store.

"To the storekeeper of Billings.

"Enclosed please find a whole lot of money.

"This will be more than enough to pay for the trumpet

"and the damage to the store.

"I am an honorable swan."

(MAN GASPS)

Looks like you made a big mistake, buddy.

(SIREN WAILING)

ATTENDANT: All right, people, stand back.

Could you let us through here, please? We have an emergency.

It's just a superficial wound, here.

It is? What's that? Say what?

He must've just fainted.

Oh! I have been at death's door

and now

I am reviving.

I shall once again glide gracefully

on the ponds of the world.

Oh!

I want this money used

to help save the trumpeters.

That's what I'm gonna do when I grow up.

I promise you, Louie. I'll protect you.

LOUIE: My friend forever.

Darling, you're back. You're back! How did it go?

"How did it go?"

(LAUGHING) "How did it go?" you ask.

There was gunfire! There was blood!

No, no, not Louie!

Not to worry, Serena. It was I who died.

LOUIE: Serena. Louie!

At first, I felt an agonizing pain in my left shoulder

which I've always considered the more beautiful of my two shoulders.

Blood gushed from my wound in torrents

and I sank gracefully to the sidewalk.

The police arrived. Dozens of them.

How did you know all this if you were unconscious?

My dear, I wish you wouldn't interrupt when I'm telling the story of my death.

Oh, of course.

But I'm glad to see you home safe.

I always miss you when you're gone.

(KISSING)

Although I was faint, I passed out with dignity.

My life flashed before me.

The ponds I have known, the winters I have weathered,

the summers of my wanton youth. (SWANS SNORING)

I was certain my time had come.

When, suddenly...

Eggs!

My goodness.

Eggs!

That's right, my love.

Louie and Serena are going to have a family.

Octuplets.

I... I...

I'm speechless! It's about time.

(PLAYING SOULFUL TUNE)

SAM: There's nothing in this world I like more

than the sound of the trumpet of the swan.

How lucky we are to inhabit this beautiful earth.

How incredible it is to look forward to another night of sleep

and the light that returns with the day.

I wonder why the sun comes up every morning after the darkness.

(BABBLING)

LOUIE: Welcome, my children.