( Quack humming tune )

( sighs )

( humming )

( inhales, then gargles )

( slurps, then sighs )

NARRATOR:
Another perfect day.

Quack couldn't count how many
perfect days he'd had in a row.

QUACK:
One... two...

( yawning )

Oh, forget it.

NARRATOR:
But then all of a sudden...

( crow cawing raucously )

( Quack screaming )

What... was... that?!

( crow cawing )

Stop it!

( crow cawing )

Stop it!

( Peep groans )

PEEP:
Hi, Quack.

( crow caws )

QUACK:
Aah!

Make it stop!

Make what stop?

( crow cawing )

That noise!

That... that... that... that.

PEEP:
I was going to the playground.

Do you want to come?

How can I play
with that dreadful...

( quacking raucously )

still out there?

How could I do that?

That's awful.

Who makes that kind of noise?

QUACK:
I don't know.

I didn't see anything,
so maybe it was small.

I got it!

Squeak the mouse!

PEEP:
But Squeak makes
little noises, like

( peacefully ):
squeak... squeak...
squeak... squeak.

QUACK:
You're right.

Hmm...

Hey...

how about the fish?

PEEP:
I think they just go...

( gulping )

( Peep gulping )

( gulping )

( Peep gulping )

( Quack sighs )

QUACK:
Well, all I know
is we've got to find

whoever's making that noise

and then make them stop
making the noise.

Do you know what I mean?

( chomping )

Hi, Sailor.

Hi, Yellow Guy.

QUACK:
Hi, uh, listen, have you been
making any strange noises?

( chomping )

Noises?

QUACK:
Sounds, calls, whatever.

I quack.

( quacks )

Chirp chirps.

( quacks )

Uh, Peep here peeps.

( quacks )

Kind of like that.

( Peep giggles )

( Peep peeps )

( chomping )

BEAVER:
Hmm... beavers
don't make much noise.

But when they do?

It sort of goes like this:

( chomping )

QUACK:
Not him, no.

QUACK:
I don't think it was Newton.

He's sound asleep.

QUACK:
You can never be too sure.

Maybe he was snoring.

PEEP:
Let's try someone else.

( Newton yawns )

I don't know.

What sound was I
supposed to be making?

QUACK:
Well, it goes like this:

( inhaling )

( gasps )

( shrieking ):
Quack! Quack! Quack!

( gasps )

That wasn't me.

PORCUPINE:
I don't make that sound.

Not me, never, no.

( crow caws )

( Quack yells )

QUACK:
That's it!

Come on, Peep!

You, me, the sound,
let's go!

( screams )

Ow!

Mmm.

( chewing )

Hmm?

Hi, guys.

Guys?

QUACK:
Shh.

PEEP:
We're listening.

For what?

PEEP:
We don't know.

CHIRP:
You're listening for something,
but you don't know what it is?

PEEP:
It's a sound.

It's bothering Quack.

QUACK:
It's horrible.

It's like this:

( shrieking ):
Quack! Quack! Quack!
Quack! Quack!

( Chirp moaning )

Quack...

Promise me you'll never,
ever make that sound again.

QUACK:
Um... sure, okay.

NARRATOR:
In return, Chirp promised Quack

that she'd help him find
the terrible sound

and make it stop.

CHIRP:
It was around here
that you heard it first?

QUACK:
Yep.

Hmm...

Yeah.

( crow cawing )

That's it! There!

Over there! No, there!

CHIRP:
That's what you were imitating?

QUACK:
Let's go!

I'm sure it came
from over here.

( crow cawing )

CHIRP:
Well, now it's over there.

Nothing here.

QUACK:
Nothing here either.

( crow cawing )

PEEP:
Over there!

NARRATOR:
It was a very frustrating day.

Peep, Quack and Chirp
followed the sound

all over the big wide world.

( crow cawing )

But every time
they caught up with it,

the sound moved somewhere else.

( crow cawing )

( group breathing heavily )

QUACK:
We'll never catch it.

( sighs )

CREATURE:
Watch the tree, please.

And just who are you?

CROW:
A crow.

You know... ( cawing )

The noise!

Aah!

It's the noise!

( Chirp moaning )

What do you want,
and why are you making

that horrible sound?

CROW:
I don't know.

It's... it's what I do.

Well, couldn't you go and...

I don't know,
do it somewhere else?

CROW:
Sure-- I was leaving anyway.

Ciao.

QUACK:
He's gone!

He's gone!

He's gone!

Hooray!

( crows cawing )

( Peep gasps )

CROWS:
Lovely!

Feels like home.

( crow caws )

( Quack groans )

NARRATOR:
Unfortunately, the crows
were used to stopping

at Quack's pond each fall
as they traveled south,

but with some help from Chirp,

Quack soon found a solution
to his problem.

( crows cawing )

( loudly ):
Much better!

Thank you!

Hey, I can't hear myself!

Hello?

Hello?

Quack... quacky.

Me... Hello, me.

Testing, testing.

Hey... oh, boy, where'd I go?

( quacking and cawing )