(Beaver Boy mumbling
with mouth full)

CUSACK: Beaver Boy is very
excited about something,

but he's having trouble getting
the words out.

(Beaver Boy mumbling)

I didn't understand a word
of that.

Must be some new kind
of beaver talk.

PEEP: Maybe it would help if you
took the log out of your mouth.

BEAVER BOY: I have something
to... hey, you're right, Peep!

That's much better.

CHIRP: You were saying?

Mmm... oh, yeah.

I have something really, really
exciting to show you!

BEAVER BOY: Follow me.

CUSACK: Beaver Boy was so
excited about his exciting thing

that he wanted everyone to close
their eyes.

BEAVER BOY: It's going to be

the biggest surprise ever,
so don't look.

CHIRP: Are we almost there?

My eyeballs are getting wrinkly.

QUACK: I'm so good at this.

Look-- walking backwards, eyes
closed, walking backwards.

Whoo-hoo! Look at me go!

Look at the duck go!

(Quack quacking)

BEAVER BOY: Almost...

Almost...

Now!

PEEP: Oh, no!

CHIRP: What happened?

BEAVER BOY: I cut them.

All by myself.

And it only took me two days.

PEEP: Why?

Why would you do that?

Um... I know!

Because I'm a beaver.

CHIRP: But those were
cherry trees!

Now there won't be
any cherries to eat.

Or shade for the birds.

Did you think of that?

BEAVER BOY: No.

I'm a beaver.

QUACK: Chirp, Peep,
relax already.

There's nothing wrong with
cutting a few trees.

(chuckling)

CHIRP: A few?

That was a forest.

Animals lived there, Quack.

How would you like it if
somebody destroyed your home?

(sputters)

That could never happen.

CHIRP: Yes, it could.

If... if Beaver Boy cut down
all the trees in the world

and made a lot of dams,
then your pond would dry up.

Beaver Boy wouldn't do that.

QUACK: Would you?

Ahh...

(chewing noisily)

BEAVER DAD: That's my boy!

Look at him go!

Hmm?

(sadly):
Hmm.

Cutting down all the trees
in the world--

Mom and Dad would be so proud!

QUACK: Stop.

Don't even think it.

BEAVER BOY: But I can't help it.
I'm a beav...

CHIRP: We know, we know.

You're a beaver.

CUSACK: The birds didn't
know what to do.

How could they stop Beaver Boy
from destroying trees

when that was his beaver nature?

CHIRP: Stop!

(grunting)

CHIRP: No more trees, okay?

BEAVER BOY: But if I don't gnaw
on trees,

my teeth will get bored.

QUACK: Then we'll have
to find some other way

to entertain your teeth.

Ideas? Anybody?

Anyone, ideas about
the teeth thing?

PEEP: Hmm.

What if Beaver Boy made
some new trees?

QUACK: Yeah, well,
that doesn't sound

very entertaining to teeth.

CHIRP: Go on, Peep.

What do you mean?

PEEP: Well, I was thinking
that he could make some trees

that were just for chewing

and then leave all
the other trees alone.

CHIRP: What an absolutely
great idea, Peep!

BEAVER BOY: But how
would I do that?

How would I make a tree?

PEEP: I don't know.

QUACK: Come on.

Let's go find a baby tree
and ask how it got made.

CHIRP: What?

You can't ask a tr...

QUACK: Over here!

I found one!

Boy, I'm good!

So quick and fast!

(Quack chuckling)

So, tree, my name is Quack, and
here's what we need to know.

How would a beaver make a tree
like you?

How would he do that?

CHIRP: Quack, you are
totally ridiculous.

Trees can't talk.

If you want to know how
something is growing,

you have to dig it up.

(Quack sputtering)

We are not digging this up!

It's a baby tree!

And I found it.

CHIRP: We'll do it carefully

and put it back
when we're done, okay?

BEAVER BOY: If I can't
dig it up,

I might have to chew it instead.

All right. Take it.

(Chirp gasps)

I don't believe it!

It's growing from an acorn.

Trees grow from acorns!

PEEP: So that means if we can
find a bunch of acorns,

then we can grow
a bunch of trees.

BEAVER BOY: Yay! Wahoo!

And I get to cut them
all down, right?

Right.

But who has acorns?

I don't.

(Quack whistling)

What?

Why is everyone looking at me?

(sighs defeatedly)

(bush rustling,
Quack grunting)

QUACK: There.

My last acorn.

Don't ask for more,
because there aren't any.

(acorns rattling
and pattering nearby)

CHIRP: What was that?

QUACK: What was what?

PEEP: That noise that sounded

like a lot of acorns
falling down.

Peep, those weren't acorns.

Just...

I gave you my acorn,
my one and only acorn.

And why did I give it to you?

Because I'm a duck.

(Quack sighs contentedly)

QUACK: Yes.

The kind of duck who sacrifices
so that others can...

CHIRP: Peep! Beaver Boy!

There's hundreds of acorns
in here!

We can grow a whole forest!

No!

Whoa!

(groans)

CUSACK: Peep and Chirp
eventually persuaded Quack

to give up his acorn stash.

They reminded him that acorns
not only grow trees,

they grow on trees.

So new trees mean new acorns.

QUACK: And they're mine, right?

All of them?

CHIRP: Yes, Quack.

Beaver Boy gets the trees
and you get the acorns.

BEAVER BOY: Okay, trees.

Start growing!

CHIRP: I think it might
take a while.

Really?

Well, that's okay.

My teeth can wait
until tomorrow.

CUSACK: And that's where
we'll leave this story for now,

with Beaver Boy waiting
for his trees to grow,

and Peep, Chirp and Quack
heading home for the night.

QUACK: I'm going back
to my bush, actually.

I have, um, a few things
to take care of.

CUSACK: Okay, Peep and
Chirp are going home.

Quack has a few more secret
acorns he wants to eat.

And Beaver Boy is sleeping--
sleeping and dreaming

of all the trees he's going
to cut down tomorrow.