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Baymax: Criminal detected.
Hiro: He's heading east.
I see him.
Aah! Ohh!
-Woo! -Foiled! And yes, if you're wondering,
he can breathe fire.
Ahh! Ah!
(electricity surging)
Whoa!
Ah!
(siren blaring)
Hiro: Is it me, or is this superhero stuff
getting too easy?
I know! I could do this with my eyes closed!
Ow!
-(sliding down post) -(crash)
Let's not get too cocky.
Though we are getting pretty good.
Yeah, we are! And to celebrate,
I say we go see Captain Fancy: Dawn of Fanciness tomorrow! Boom!
-I'm in! -Yes!
Sounds good!
I will deflate, so no one throws popcorn at my head this time.
Can't. Plans.
Wait-- What's with her?
-Go Go, gone gone. -Yeah, she goes off on her own sometimes.
Really? Where does she go?
No one knows. No one dares ask.
Actually, I asked once. Regretted it.
Immediately.
No one knows. No one dares ask.
A second time.
Hello. I am Baymax.
♪ Wah-oh ♪
(splat noises)
Oh, Fred, come on, man.
Sorry, Wasabi. But you are
in the splash radius.
Ugh.
So no one wants to know where Go Go goes?
-Nope. -It's really none of our business.
Come on, Fred, you can't tell me you're not dying to know.
Well, yeah.
But what are we gonna do, follow her?
Well, we could.
Mm? Oh! I see what you're doin'.
Guys, no. Boundaries.
Setting clear boundaries is one key to maintaining
healthy interpersonal relationships.
You guys are right. Totally right.
Yeah.
Fred: Okay, good breakfast, gotta go.
This will not end even close to well.
It really won't.
Fred: See anything?
Nothing yet.
'Kay. Then I've got time. Heathcliff? Bubble me.
Fred, we're supposed to be watching, not bubbling.
Hot tubs can be breeding grounds for many different types
of bacteria, specifically, Pseudomonas Aeruginosa,
-Legionella... -(gulp) Wait. What?
There she is!
(engine starting)
Heathcliff, follow that Go Go!
I will say "hello."
Baymax, no, no!
Ms. Go appears to be leaving the city proper.
Where is she going?
Fred: Apparently, Muirahara Woods.
Come on, there's a sign right there.
I thought you were a genius.
Blech! Why would she come here? Why would anyone come here?
Muirahara Woods National Park
is an ideal place to learn about nature first hand.
It is home to many types
of plants and animals.
And the Hibagon.
The what?
You know, the Hibagon,
the mysterious creature
that roams the woods.
It's said to be nine feet tall
with a wild mane
of chocolatey-brown hair
and feet the size of a foot-long sandwich!
Foot-long feet? Really?
Uh, yeah! Someone totally got a picture once.
-(beeps) -Fred: See?
Fred, that is so blurry it could be anything.
Let's focus on Go Go.
Fine. We'll solve the mystery of where Go Go goes,
and maybe, just maybe,
we'll run into the chocolately-haired beast.
Heathcliff! Towel me!
-(insects swarming) -Baymax! (spitting) Oh, God! Tiny bugs!
Ugh! They're in my mouth!
Whoa! So many of them!
Ooh, ooh, I think they're trying to tell us something.
Look, they're forming the letter G!
Gnats swarm in order to fulfill their biological imperative to reproduce.
Unnecessary information, Baymax!
-Ahh! -(splash)
Whoops-a-daisy.
-Ow. -On a scale of one to ten,
how would you rate your pain?
No pain. (spits) But my grossed-out level is at 11.
Hiro, Hiro, Hiro. This is the great outdoors.
Look around. Take it all in.
-Behold nature's majesty! -(squishing)
No, thanks. I think I'm more of a city guy.
Yeah, but, you went to camp, right?
Fred, I've never been out of San Fransokyo.
What? Never? Oh, Hiro.
You missed out, my friend.
Camp was the best. You learned how to make lanyards.
You learned how to make fires out of dried grass,
and lanyards!
We can't get too close or she'll see us.
Roger that. Operation Follow Go Go is a go.
-Except... -What?
Uh, there's...
a really big bug on your face. Just one, though.
What?
Scanning...
Phanaeus Vindex, also known as... a dung beetle.
That's on my face!
Phaneus Vindex is not poisonous.
Get it off anyway!
-Ow! -Sorry.
I panicked.
Okay, that's...
Uh, Hiro? You better get up here.
It's weirder than we ever could've possibly imagined.
Hold on, I'm-- I'm on my way.
Hiro: What's she doing?
She's lookin' for somethin'.
Wait. Hide, hide, hide!
(pecking tree)
I think she's... birdwatching.
Hey...
(chirps)
-(gasp) The Hiba-- -(Fred and Hiro scream)
(bird crying)
-(both yelling) -Baymax, help!
-I have got you. -(Fred/Hiro yelling)
(yelling continues)
Baymax: Oh, no.
(Hiro/Fred yelling)
There are large radishes ahead.
Radishes? You mean rocks?
Yes. R-- Radishes.
-Something's wrong. -Baymax: Yes. We are going
to hit-- to hit those radishes.
Fred: Hiro! Grab that branch!
-(grunting) -Ah-ha-ahhh...
Ahh, ahh...
that was-- ahh. Not as fun as I thought
whitewater rafting was supposed to be.
Where are we?
-I'll call Heathcliff. -(beeping and static)
Weird. My phone's acting crazy.
That's not the only crazy thing.
Hello-lo-lo. I am Baymax.
Okay, why is he talking to a tree?
What's goin' on, buddy?
Oh, uh, wet circuits, right?
No, it looks okay.
On a scale of one to t-t-ten,
how would you rate your pi-i-ineapple?
I think we better get you home.
-Clear. -Baymax, whoa, whoa, whoa, stop.
Stick out your tongue and say "Ahh..."
-("Ahh" continues) -Uh, what are we gonna do? We're in the middle of nowhere.
-("Ahh" continues) -Calm down, Hiro.
-("Ahh" continues) -I bet Heathcliff is looking for us right now.
-(disco music playing) -Ooh... ahh...
How would Heathcliff even find us?
We're miles downriver from where we started.
No one knows where we are.
Oh! Maybe Go Go saw us when we were hiding from her!
Yeah! Go Go! She can't-- She can't be that far!
-Go Go! -Go Go!
Both: Go Go!
-Hey, guys. -You're in a good mood.
Which is surprising, given the fact that Hiro and Fred followed you.
-What? -We told them not to, but--
They followed me. Are you sure?
I didn't see them.
I think so. I mean, they've been gone all day.
-I'll just ping their phones. -(tapping keys)
-(humming noise) -They're dead.
-(gasp) -Oh-- Sorry. Their phones are dead.
Try last known location.
-(beeping) -Muirahara Woods?
Why would they--? Ooh! That's where you go.
-And? -And it's getting dark.
(crickets chirping)
Baymax? Uh, where are you, buddy?
-Baymax? -Baymax?
Come out, come out, wherever you are.
Wait. What if the Hibagon got him?
-(leaves rustling) -What was that?
Maybe it was the Hibagon.
(leaves rustling)
-Hibagon... -Or, maybe it's Baymax.
-(leaves rustling) -(roaring)
-Or a bear! -(roaring)
-I... really... hate this place! -(low growling)
(both screaming)
Time out, bear!
You got every right to attack these fools.
But I... have every right to defend 'em.
-It's your choice. -(loud roar)
Don't give him a choice!
Hold still. You must intimidate the bear.
It is the only way.
(roars)
(growls)
You never saw me!
-What was that? -Wait! We need your help!
W-- W-- We're lost! And none of our gear works!
That's 'cause of Bessie.
Um, who's-- who-- who's Bessie?
The moose, obviously.
No, not the moose. You dum-dum.
-The bear! -The bear is Bessie?
-The bear is behind you. -(growling)
Ned: Get on!
-Let's get out of here. -Ohh! Aah!
(roars)
Fred: Whoa!
This is your house?
-Oh, it's not mine. -Wait. Then, who lives here?
I do. But it belongs to the wood. I just mind it.
You wanna come up and take a look see?
Actually, we need to find-- woo!
I don't get to show off too much.
That's the downside to the hermit lifestyle.
Oh, my, goodness. Look at these original hardwood floors.
Fred. Baymax.
I know, but treehouse!
Look! Original hardwood everything!
Wait! Maybe I can spot him from up here!
Ned Ludd, the real estate king?
The one who went bats and disappeared?
Uhh...
Oh, this is you, isn't it?
It don't bother me none.
Yeah, people think I'm crazy,
but after what happened to me,
you see, bunkin' here was--
well, it was the only sane thing to do.
I was young. Full of fire.
Obsessed with gettin' mine. Oh, I-- I had big plans for Muirahara--
Mr. Ludd, sorry to interrupt, but our friend--
Uh, can't you see I'm holdin' the story snake?
-(snake hisses) -It's my turn to talk.
-Sorry. -Where was I?
-(snake hisses) -I had big plans for Muirahara.
Tear it all down. Until one night fate had a different plan.
It looked like I was a goner.
Dunzo.
But then, uh-uh.
I was saved.
-Great story. But we really need to-- -(hissing)
I was saved by nature itself.
(beeping, electricity sparking)
And it was in that moment I realized I was not meant to cut down wood, no,
I was meant to live in the wood, away from the big city,
Away from all things techno-illogical.
With Bessie.
Still not clear on this Bessie.
Oh, Bessie's the meterorite. Got it. Makes total sense.
The magnetic field from... uh, Bessie, heh-- must be what killed your tech.
A-- And ours. Baymax.
That's what's wrong with him.
Hands off! That's a good girl, Bessie.
That's a good little girl.
Now, now, who's a good little girl?
(owl hooting)
Goodbye, Honey Lemon.
Listen, our friend--
-Quick question. Have you ever seen the Hibagon? -(whispers) Fred!
The Hibagon, lemme think on that, here.
-(mice squeaking) -Boo! (laughing)
You're lookin' at him!
What?
I like people thinkin' there's a big old bogeyman lurkin' around the wood.
Keeps those dum-dums away.
Sure, yeah. That's explains a lot, actually.
(static)
Technology. Humanity's worse idea ever.
That's not true. Some technology is good. It-- It helps people.
Pfft, helps people. Technology doesn't help people.
More sap?
Speaking of help, uh, we really need yours.
Okay, our friend is lost in the woods, and we need to find him.
What are y'all doin' just sittin' there? Let's go!
Hello-hello.
I am Baymax companion. Your personal healthcare--
(beeping)
Hello. I am B-- Bay-Bay-Bay-Bay- -Bay-Bay-Bay-Bay--
(sigh) I'm not picking up anything.
So... why the woods?
(sigh) I like to go birdwatching. Okay?
It relaxes me.
Ooh, that sounds fun. Maybe I could come sometime?
No. It's my alone thing.
Guys... it's Fred's.
-They were here. -Look.
Since Baymax isn't here, I'll just say it.
Oh, no.
(bees buzzing)
I cannot de-- de-- de-activate until you say you are mortified with your hair.
(sniffing)
Ach! Um, quick question, what exactly should I be tasting?
Because I'm picking up the faintest hint--
dirt? Yeah. Definitely mostly dirt.
Good doggie.
Hiro: Baymax!
Nice kitty.
Your friend is a robot?
A good robot. He helps people.
No such animal as a good robot.
Is he trying to scare us because, mission accomplished.
Ned: You know what I think?
I'm gonna boot him over a cliff.
That's what good old Bessie would want me to do.
Goodbye.
-Aah! -Uhh!
Baymax!
(crickets chirping)
So, do you know where we are?
Nope. I've never been this far in before.
Why not? When it's so warm and inviting.
Come on!
That was weird.
I am not liking this.
(beeping)
My phone's acting bizarre, too.
-What is going on? -(bushes rustling)
It's a bear! This is it!
This is how it ends! Not with a bang, but with a bear!
Wasabi, stay calm, and back away slowly.
Fred: Help!
Fred! Uh-- Is-- Is-- Is there a bear in there?
Ugh, come on.
Oh! You guys are okay!
-Kinda. -Plasma blade would be handy right now.
-Hey, Go Go. -We'll have a convo about privacy later.
But for now, I'm just glad you're alive.
(both grunting)
Where's Baymax?
The crazy wilderness real estate developer got him!
-What? -It's a long story.
Which way did he go?
I-- I don't know! Where do we even start?
Come on, stop it. You'll think of something.
Nothing works out here. And this Ned guy, he knows the woods
like the back of his hand and we're-- we're lost.
So improvise. Baymax needs you.
Okay. Well, we could, uh-- aww! Ex-- Except for Bessie.
Bessie. Who's Bessie?
Weirdest part of the long story.
Wait, that's it! Go Go, can you make a fire?
Hiro: Ned thinks there are only two of us,
so we can us that to our advantage.
Since we can't track him, we need to lure him.
How are we gonna do that?
By threatening the thing he cares about most...
the wood.
We're not gonna hurt the woods, are we?
Of course not. But Ned doesn't know that.
What if he doesn't wanna just give up Baymax?
Well, we've got sticks and pine cones.
Oh, and leaves! Also, dirt.
I think I can make that work.
(grunts)
Ah!
Whoa!
Oh!
-Hey-- -Ohh!
-(thud) -(grunts)
Oh-- Okay, here we go!
I wish my camp counselor could see me now!
Bring on weird beard!
Baymax: Completing comprehensive health profile,
file, file, file.
My scan indicates that you are pregnant, pregnant, pregnant.
Robots. Pfft. Good for nothin'.
No! The wood!
And dairy sensitive.
Oh.
I am a choo-choo train.
(fire crackling)
-(traps snapping) -Ah-hoo...
Nice try, city boys.
Ned? All we want is our friend back.
And then we'll go.
A robot can't be a friend, you dum-dum.
Don't you get it?
It's a machine. And machines are not to be trusted.
Bessie told me.
Good... anyway, Bessie told me to give us back Baymax.
(whispers) Play along.
Bessie don't talk to strangers.
And your friend is goin' over the cliff.
I made that decision previously.
-Good luck. -You too, Hiro.
Fly far.
Oh!
Ooh!
Aah! What's this? What's all this?
I've got to remember this recipe! Mmm!
(grunting)
Huh?
How many of you are there?
Baymax? Baymax!
-(bats crying) -Ahh!
-(bushes rustling) -Not the bear again.
Huh?
-Gotcha! -Guys! Help!
-I'm out! -Me too!
So, Ned... may I call you Ned?
You thought I'd fall in that hole?
Yes, I was actually hoping you would, it would've been great.
-(bushes rustling) -(moose grunt)
-Wh--? Huh! -(thud)
-Got him! -Choo-choo.
-(moose grunts) -Wait, no! He's still after us!
Hello.
Now!
Ooh!
Oof!
Ha-ha! Told you we needed three!
Oh! My extremity!
If you help us get Baymax away from the meteorite,
he can fix your arm.
Baymax: Your arm should heal in three to six weeks.
What's your end game, robot?
Enslave the human race?
World domination?
Apply ice to reduce swelling.
See? Not all technology is bad.
You're a fool if you think that's true.
Technology will be the downfall of us all!
Just you wait!
Now get outta my wood!
Coulda just said thank you instead of doin' the creepy echoey thing!
Heathcliff must be worried sick!
(disco music playing)
Uh, don't wake him He looks so peaceful.
(theme music playing)