Spirit Untamed

- ! Hola, mijita! Mamá.

Nice job, honey.

Mamá.

Be fearless, Fortuna.

- (audience gasping) - (last note fades)

Come on, who's a good squirrel?

Lucky? - They're peanuts. Your favorite.

Come on, Tom. Not even a nibble?

CORA (calling): Lucky? Where are you?

- (chattering) - (Lucky grunts)

- Aunt Cora. - Lucky.

Proper ladies do not hang out of window ledges.

Proper ladies also get to go to amazing fun parties.

Your grandfather is running for governor, Lucky.

It's a bit more important than an "amazing, fun party."

- (sighs) - Do I need to remind you

of what happened at the last event?

Uh... mistakes were made.

Mistakes indeed.

- You're not missing anything, besides... - Cake.

Other kids.

- Lucky. -Fun. - (elephant trumpets)

An elephant?

Come on.

I know living with Grandpa isn't easy,

but part of being a Prescott

is not always having what you want,

but doing what's best for the family.

Now, come down from there and finish your math lesson.

If this new tutor of yours has one more nervous breakdown...

"If a train travelling 25 miles per hour.

Cora? - "leaves the station

- "at 8:00 a.m..." - Cora? Cora!

When will I ever need to know this?

- Cora! - Yes, Father.

This is an emergency.

My tie.

- Oh. No, too tight. - (sighs)

Oh.

Just think of it, Cora.

From railroad baron to governor.

- Mm-hmm. - And why?

Because...

Prescotts never give up.

- (Cora chuckles) - That a girl.

Are you sure we shouldn't put a lock on the door?

"If a train has to stop every hundred miles

to refill water, at what time will the train get..."

- (window squeaking) - Hello, Tom.

Oh, so nice of you to return, sir.

- (chuckles) - (Tom screeches)

Tom, we've talked about this.

Tom, you're betraying my trust.

Tom.

We really need to get a lock for that door.

Stop. Stop.

No, no. No, no.

- No. Come on, stop. - (chittering)

Why are squirrels so fast?

Grandpa's going to kill me.

Whoa.

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to this most auspicious day...

my campaign launch.

I pledge to you that I'll run the state

as firmly as I run my own home.

I'll put a stop to all this...

- chaos? - (shocked gasps)

- Hi, Grandpa. - (Tom chittering)

Mmm, cake.

Front page is good, right?

: Usually.

I mean, if anyone can pull off a squirrel on his face,

- it's Grandpa. - Hmm.

He has to speak to us again eventually, right?

Once, you know, his face heals.

Grandpa just needs some peace and quiet

to get his campaign back on track.

We can go home at the end of the summer.

Why can't we just go back to the lake house?

Why?

Because it's still somewhat underwater.

Along with most of my fondest childhood memories.

- I said I was sorry. - (door opens)

- (dog growls, barks) - Mr. Twinkles,

what are these people doing in our cabin?

Oh, I'm terribly sorry, but you must be mistaken.

- This is... - (stifles laugh)

- Mr. Twinkles? - (sighs)

Did you see its little tie?

He looks like he's all ready for the theater or something.

Wait. Do they have a theater where we're going?

Or a library?

Or a zoo?

Or anything?

Let's keep the outside...

outside.

Shall we?

- (sighs heavily) - Feet.

We may be spending the summer in the wilderness, -(groans)

But we are not wild animals.

- What's it even like in Miradro? - Miradero.

What am I supposed to call him?

Well, you can call him "Dad."

Or "Father."

Or, um...

- "Jim." - Jim.

"Hello, Jim.

How have the last ten years been, Jim?"

Oh, honey.

It wasn't easy for him after your mom died.

Something broke in your father and he...

Why didn't he come with me?

Sweetheart,

he was alone in the wilderness with a baby.

He did what he thought...

well, what we all thought was best.

- (gasps) - Ooh. This isn't the bathroom?

- I beg your pardon. - (Lucky laughs)

- Lucky. - (door opens)

- Oh, this is a private cabin. - Oh, oh.

Sorry.

The dining car closes in five minutes.

- Well, I believe... - (Lucky laughs)

It is time for some tea.

Don't move.

The next stop is Miradero. - (sighs)

Oh, no.

- (horse neighing) - (gasps)

- (vocalizing) - (neighing)

Whoa.

- Ow. Hey. - (grunts) Oh.

- Sorry. - (snorts) Hey!

Ow. Hey. Boss, he's touching me again.

Cake. Mm-mm.

Let's see. Chocolate, lemon...

Ooh, coconut.

Oh, you're such a good boy.

- Hmph. - (groans)

Yes, you are.

Yes, you are.

- (spits) - (groans)

- Lucky? - (gasps)

Lucky!

- Oh. Ooh, whoops. - Slow down.

- (cries out) - (Mr. Twinkles barking)

You wicked little dog.

Whoa.

Huh? (Gasps)

Whoa. Watch yourself there, princess.

- Oh. - You'll make someone real unhappy

you go diving overboard like that.

Now you, you best just stay away -CORA: Excuse me.

- From them wild horses. - Just let me through.

- (neighing) - Please let me through.

- Lucky. There you are. - Cora, I...

You're going to be the end of me.

I am much obliged, Mister...?

Well, the name's Hendricks, ma'am.

I should put you on a leash, you know?

- And I'm going to. Just a second.