(ORGAN)
GK: Labor Day weekend means that fall is here and winter is coming soon (WIND) and Minnesota's state bird the loon is migrating south. On a northern wilderness lake, a male loon sounds the call to formation (LOON) and other loons respond (LOONS) and soon (FLAPPING) a whole flock of loons is in the air, flying south in their familiar M Formation. ( WINGS FLAPPING)
FN: Man, it's cold! We should've left weeks ago! Who's in charge?
TR: Quit complaining!
FN: It's like November!
TR: It's September!
FN: Are you sure?
TK (OFF): Is something wrong up there?
TR: Nothing's wrong. We're heading for a warmer climate. It's cold out. (HE MAKES LOON CRY)
SS (ELECTRONIC VOICE): In one and one half miles, make a gradual right turn and head west.
FN: What was that I heard? Huh? Hey you---- Mr. Leader----
TR: I don't need comments from the back row, thank you very much.
FN: We're supposed to follow the river, ya birdbrain.
GK: Where are we going? This isn't our normal route.
TR: Just keep flying.
GK: But we're supposed to stay over the river--- What's with the steep left turn?
TR: Keep your beak shut
TK: What's going on? We're heading west.
TR: Looking for thermals.
FN: You know, we loons have become an object of ridicule as it is. Don't make it worse by leading us into the mountains.
TK: Where's Arlene?
TR: If everybody would just settle down and fly. Let's focus. Stroke stroke stroke stroke stroke stroke.
FN: Flying isn't the problem. We're supposed to go to the Gulf Coast.
SS (ELECTRONIC VOICE): In two point one miles, follow Interstate 90.
TK: ARLENE!!!!! (LOON CRY)
GK: She must've headed south.
FN: Where we were supposed to go.
TK: (LOON CALL) Arlene!!!!
TR: Just calm down, wouldja?
TK: We mate for life you know. This is kind of a big deal.
GK: She'll get over it. She'll find someone else.
TK: Hey thanks a lot.
FN: It's too cold ---let's find shelter---
TR: We're not stopping.
FN: How many of you want to stop? (LOONS CALLING) Looks like a majority.
TR: This is not a committee. It's a flock. And I'm the leader.
TK: Arlene!!!!!!!!!!!!! (LOON CALL)
FN: Hey, there's something stuck in your rump feathers.
TR: What?? (LOON CRY)
FN: Gotcha.
TR: You goosed me.
FN: Didn't goose you. I looned you.
TR: Just keep going--- keep going---
GK: I wonder if maybe the M formation is outdated.
TR: It's not. Just get your beak out of my butt, okay?
FN: We're going in the wrong direction.
TR: No, we're not--- look--- there are more loons up ahead---
GK: It's a major nesting area--- thousands of loons---
TK: Maybe Arlene is there!
GK: They're calling to us (AUDIENCE)
FN: What a beautiful sound! Our species (AUDIENCE)
TK: Arlene!!!!!!!!! (LOON CALL)