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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

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