After Prince Darkness goes back in time to the year 1925, he comes across a town in Nome, Alaska, that has been effected by the diphtheria disease, plus he meets a furry friend along the way to help find the cure. Will they make it?
The next day, the town was alive and moving, preparing for a race to find the dogs who would retrieve the anti-toxin. The majority of Steele's team as well as others were waiting impatiently at the start line. No tethers, each dog would run for themselves. Steele looked like he wasn't worried about a thing.
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Dixie: Just look at him! He's gonna save the entire town! He's positively. . .mag-nesium!
Jenna: It's not exactly a one dog show, Dixie. They're racing to see who's going to be on the dogsled team.
Jenna reminded her friend gently.
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Dixie: What's with you, Jenna? Steele's a genuine hero, but did you give him a sniff?
Sylvie: That's because Jenna is running with Balto
Sylvie put in, raising her eyebrow deviously.
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Sylvie: She was seen in the the boiler room the other night with Balto, and they went in together and they left together. And I heard it all from a very reliable source, and don't bother to deny it
Jenna blinked at the accusation.
Jenna: Well, then I won't
Sylvie's jaw hung wide at her blatant confirmation.
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Sylvie: I'm speechless.
A man at the finish line cupped his hands together and boomed.
"All mushers! Get yer dogs ready!"
Nearby, Boris and Balto stood, balancing on the top of a wobbly fence while I was sitting on a barrel.
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Boris: Balto. Racing in a spectator sport, it requires very little preparation! You sit, you arrange refreshments. You like potato chip?
Boris said, popping one into his mouth only to realize they were soap flakes.
Me: That was bubbly
Balto: I'm not watching the race...I'm running it.
Balto said, pacing up and down the fence while Boris tried to keep balance.
Boris: You said what?!
Boris sputtered out a soap bubble, jumping up a few inches in shock.
Me: Are you sure about this Balto?
Balto: Hey, look. I wanna help Rosy get better. I can get that medicine through.
Me: *Rosy?*
Balto's voice sounded so determined, so genuine, Boris had to firm his resolve. It was for his own good. Even if it meant he might hurt his feeling to save him from worse later.
Boris: Fi-
Boris started but Balto jumped over him a couple of times and the goose had to work hard to get him to face him.
Boris: First of all get it through your head that they wouldn't put you in a sled team even if you did win, which won't happen and if it did it wouldn't matter!
I saw how Balto was unfazed by Boris' words, giving him an easy smirk.
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Balto: Boris, did 'ya ever think maybe you're the reason the other geese fly south?
Boris crossed his wings, muttering.
Boris: If only your feet were as fast as your mouth.
Me: If only
Balto: Hey, they're starting! Wish me luck!
Balto exclaimed, jumping off the fence and running to the start line.
Boris: Luck? I don't wish you luck, I wish you SENSE!
Me: Be careful Balto!
Balto rounded the corner. Boris sighed, then quietly.
Boris: Good luck, kiddo
Me: Relax Boris, I'm sure he knows what he's doing
