Paws & Tales

Ned: Hey, hey, Joel. Look at me. I'm in the control room.

Joel: Hey Ned, I'm just setting up the mics, and then we'll be ready, okay?

Ned: Okay. I'm going to check the levels. Hey, give me some of that script, WF23 number five.

Joel: Okay. "Hi folks, this is Ned the Beaver, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah."

Ned: We are professionals, Joel. Respect the script. Always respect the script.

Joel: Okay. "Hi folks, this is Ned the Beaver. There's a lot of Wildwood to explore here on pawsandtales.org."

Ned: No, sorry. Again, please, with feeling this time.

Joel: Hi folks, this is Ned the Beaver. There's a lot of Wildwood to explore here on pawsandtales.org.

Ned: Okay, good. So good. But with more energy, please. I need more.

Joel: Hi folks, this is Ned the Beaver. There's a lot of Wildwood to explore here on pawsandtales.org!

Ned: That's perfect, Joel. Now say pawsandtales.org like your pants are just a little bit on fire.

Joel: Ned, get out of my chair.

Ned: Signing off from Paws & Tales Studios. I'll see you at pawsandtales.org.

Insight for Living: Welcome to the world of Paws & Tales. Wild Mountain can be a pretty dangerous place. If you stay on the trails and stick with me, there's adventure to be had there too.

Staci: Come on, CJ, jump!

CJ: It's too far!

Staci: It wasn't too far for me!

Insight for Living: Insight for Living is proud to present Paws & Tales.

Papa Chuck: Howdy, and welcome to Wildwood. Ever have a day that was just downright mule-headed? 24 hours that seemed to have a mind of their own? Well, that's the kind of day Papa Chuck and Staci were about to have.

That mattress I slept on or a rock?

Nana Cindy: And a good morning to you.

Papa Chuck: Something smells good. Those cinnamon rolls are about the only thing that could have got me out of bed, except maybe some of that Nana Cindy apple pie.

Nana Cindy: You've been pushing yourself too hard. Why don't you go to Lake Blossom for the day?

Papa Chuck: Now, that's why I married you. A little fishing trip, a nap or two, could be just what I need.

Nana Cindy: Fishing pole's in the closet. I'll pack some cinnamon rolls into a paper bag. You can take it with you.

Papa Chuck: I'm halfway to the lake now. You know how pretty you are?

Nana Cindy: I know, and downright beautiful while I'm baking apple pie.

Papa Chuck: It's true. Now who could that be? Coming! Staci?

Staci: Hey, Papa Chuck.

Papa Chuck: Kind of early for a face like that.

Staci: It's almost nine.

Papa Chuck: Right. Well, come on in and tell me about it. I've got a fishing trip to get ready for.

Staci: Well, first off, I was supposed to meet Gooz at her house first thing this morning to work on our science project. We're making a sundial.

Papa Chuck: Uh-huh.

Staci: We had to meet early because she's going to visit her grandmother in Harmony and didn't want to miss her train.

Papa Chuck: And?

Staci: Well, we finished the sundial and wanted to test it out, but we turned it the wrong way. She thought she was three hours late and took off running for the train station.

Papa Chuck: Hon, tackle box?

Nana Cindy: Top shelf toward the back.

Staci: Second, I go to the old library and they're painting. You can't get books or read or anything.

Papa Chuck: Terrible. Honey, are you sure the tackle box is in... Oh, got it!

Staci: So then I go to CJ's and he's not there. He's spending the day helping his dad at his office. Marsha's got the flu, and Ned won't even come out of his house because he's still mad about not getting the lead in the play.

Papa Chuck: Well, his temper's going to get the best of him someday. Tell you what. Why don't you come fishing with me?

Staci: Really?

Papa Chuck: Sure. Good way to get your mind off your troubles.

Staci: Okay, but I haven't told you the worst yet.

Papa Chuck: There's more?

Staci: Yes, this.

Papa Chuck: Mirror's cracked.

Staci: I dropped it this morning. My grandmother gave it to me. Grandma used to say I looked just like her when she was my age. I used to look into this little mirror for hours and imagine what she was like.

Papa Chuck: Don't see any other damage.

Staci: Can you fix it?

Papa Chuck: Sure. Tell you what, put it right here on the table. When we get back...

Nana Cindy: You'll forget it.

Papa Chuck: How about I put it right here in my pocket for safekeeping? Fix it when we get back. Looks like I've got me a fishing partner.

Nana Cindy: Staci can use my pole. Now you two scoot along before...

Papa Chuck: Here we go again. I'll get it.

Mr. Crawford: One bushel basket. Where do you want it? Oh, hi, Nana Cindy, Staci.

Staci: Hey, Mr. Crawford.

Papa Chuck: What are those?

Mr. Crawford: Well, what do they look like? And they aren't getting any lighter. In the kitchen? Usual spot?

Nana Cindy: Funny, I don't recall ordering any apples.

Mr. Crawford: Just off the tree. Fresh picked.

Papa Chuck: Okay, what's it this time, Mr. Crawford? Broken window? Loose door hinge?

Mr. Crawford: Well, I never.

Papa Chuck: Never? How about every couple of weeks?

Mr. Crawford: Now that you mention it, the sink sprung a mean leak. And it's not twice a week.

Papa Chuck: All right, I'll get my toolbox. Come on, Stace. Shouldn't take long.

Nana Cindy: Looks like I've got some pies to bake.

Mr. Crawford: Wait for me. I'll walk with you.

Staci: Wow. Looks like you got it. Can't think of anything else that needs fixing around here.

Papa Chuck: Give yourself a day or two. I'm sure you'll think of something.

Staci: How much longer, Papa Chuck?

Papa Chuck: Start packing up the tools. I'm almost done.

Officer Hunt: Morning, Hunt. Morning, all. Supplies ready, Mr. Crawford?

Mr. Crawford: Of course.

Staci: Hey, Officer Hunt, we're going fishing.

Officer Hunt: Now, that's the best idea I've heard all week. Salmon River?

Staci: No.

Papa Chuck: Lake Blossom. Barring another emergency.

Officer Hunt: Be in that neck of the woods myself. We're going to earn the boys some camping badges.

Staci: The Wilderness Rangers?

Officer Hunt: Yep. Troop camp out, Twin Falls.

Mr. Crawford: Here you go. Oil, matches, and 14 signal mirrors. I'll ring her up.

Staci: Signal mirrors?

Officer Hunt: Whenever you go camping, it's always a good idea to be prepared. You never know when you might have to signal for help. Not to mention reminding you how dirty a troop of teenagers will get after just three days in the wilderness. Should I add some soap to your order?

Mr. Crawford: I guess you better. You know, I never met a better salesman in all my life.

Officer Hunt: Don't I know it. What's this? Medical kit? We already have a medical kit.

Mr. Crawford: Oh, look at this one, though. Crepe bandages, salves, ointments, and mosquito balm. Hospital in a box, this is.

Officer Hunt: I told you, the troop already has one.

Mr. Crawford: Here, let me see this. Half a bottle of iodine. Those band-aids are three years old.

Officer Hunt: See you later. Bye.

Staci: Bye.

Officer Hunt: I don't need a new medical kit, Crawford. Take it out.

Mr. Crawford: Did I mention it's on special today?

Papa Chuck: When we get home, you grab the sandwiches. I'll get the poles, tackle box, and... what in the world? Wow, look at it smoke.

Staci: That's steam. She's overheated. We're not stopping again, are we?

Mrs. Collins: Papa Chuck! Excuse me. Um, could you please...

Papa Chuck: Coming, Mrs. Collins.

Mrs. Collins: Oh, dear.

Staci: Ask a silly question.

Papa Chuck: Ow! Hot as a griddle. I need a rag or something.

Staci: Here, use my handkerchief.

Papa Chuck: It'll get dirty.

Staci: That's fine.

Papa Chuck: Okay, everybody stand back. Could blow when I remove the cap. No problem. Pressure's down. Stace, could you ask Mr. Crawford to fill up a pail of water for us?

Staci: Sure.

Papa Chuck: Going to need to have that radiator looked at. Could be a leak in the line.

Mrs. Collins: Oh, dear. Do you think you could take a look at it today?

Papa Chuck: Afraid not. Staci and I are on our way to do some fishing. This'll get you home, though. I'll come by in the morning, have a look.

Staci: Here you go.

Papa Chuck: A little water in the old radiator and you're on your way, Mrs. Collins.

Mrs. Collins: Thank you so much to the both of you.

Staci: Papa Chuck, why does God cause things to go wrong? Right when we're going fishing, too.

Papa Chuck: Things go wrong just fine on their own, Stace. Okay, she's full up.

Staci: Then why doesn't he make it so things don't go wrong?

Papa Chuck: Let's just say God's in control and working everything out for the best, and he doesn't always consult our schedule. Here's your handkerchief, Mrs. Collins. I was afraid I'd get it dirty.

Mrs. Collins: Oh, just keep it. I have others. Thank you both again.

Joel: Papa Chuck! Papa! Papa Chuck! The hotel! It's an emergency!

Papa Chuck: What's going on?

Joel: The elevator door. It's stuck!

Staci: Can't they just use the stairs?

Joel: The elevator, there's someone inside.

Papa Chuck: Staci, go get Nana Cindy and have her bring my blue toolbox and the big pry bar.

Staci: Okay.

Papa Chuck: This rate, I don't think we'll see any fishing today.

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Joel: We tried everything, but the elevator doors just won't open.

Mr. Lilly: My throat's tightening up.

Joel: Mr. Lilly says he can't breathe when his throat tightens up.

Mr. Lilly: I can't breathe when my throat tightens up!

Papa Chuck: Deep breaths, Mr. Lilly. Deep breaths. We'll have you out of there in no time. He's been in there how long?

Joel: Since about nine.

Mr. Lilly: Help, the walls are closing in!

Joel: Did I mention he's claustrophobic?

Mr. Lilly: I'm claustrophobic!

Papa Chuck: Deep breaths, Mr. Lilly. What's your line of work?

Mr. Lilly: Salesman. Sporting goods.

Papa Chuck: Travel a lot, do you?

Mr. Lilly: Oh, yeah.

Papa Chuck: Whereabouts?

Mr. Lilly: You name it. Weepatch, Lamont, Pumpkin Center...

Nana Cindy: There you are. A man stuck in the elevator? The door's jammed? I see. I brought your gear and a picnic lunch for a fast exit for the two of you. With all those apples Mr. Crawford brought, I couldn't resist baking a bunch of pies.

Nearly every window in the house has a couple of pies cooling in it. I even snuck you two a couple of pieces for your lunch.

Papa Chuck: Well, bless your heart. This shouldn't take long.

Nana Cindy: Hmm, not if Norm and Arley find you first. They came to the house asking for you. They need some work done on the shop. I'm afraid they're on their way over here.

Papa Chuck: When it rains, it pours.

Staci: We're never going fishing. How exactly is God working this out for the best, Papa Chuck?

Papa Chuck: When God closes a door, he opens a... shop.

Staci: Huh?

Papa Chuck: Got an idea, Stace. We need to make a quick trip to the house. We'll be right back.

Norm: Hello, Papa Chuck. Nana Cindy said I could find you here. Now, about that broken vent of mine...

Papa Chuck: I'm a bit busy right now, Norm. Can you wait until I can...

Mr. Lilly: My throat is starting to tighten again!

Arley: Well, where else have you been?

Norm: Oh, well, once I stayed over in Foxsnort, then I went over to First National...

Papa Chuck: Look, Norm, I'm kind of busy.

Nana Cindy: Norm, you're the perfect one to sample my new apple pie. You do like apple pie, don't you?

Norm: Apple pie? Sure, I...

Nana Cindy: Go ahead, take a seat with the others. There's an empty chair right here.

Arley: Another slice, please!

Norm: Me too, keep it coming!

Guest (Male): Don't forget me, Staci!

Arley: Don't mind if I do, Arley.

Nana Cindy: I'll take it from here, Staci. Now you two get up to Lake Blossom before my pies run out.

Mr. Lilly: I'm free! Space! Open space! Thank you! Thank you so much!

Papa Chuck: Okay then, I'm on my way.

Mr. Lilly: One moment, please. A token of my gratitude.

Papa Chuck: That's really not necessary. Wow, what is that?

Mr. Lilly: That, kind sir, is the lure. I heard mention of a fishing expedition.

Papa Chuck: I've never seen anything like it.

Mr. Lilly: Top of the line, the Silver Speckled Wiggling Flopper. Guaranteed to catch a whopper. Selling like hot cakes. It's on me.

Papa Chuck: That's really something. Thanks.

Staci: Nana Cindy says we better get going.

Papa Chuck: Right. Got the poles, picnic basket, tackle box... Oh! My back is worse all the time.

Staci: Here, I'll carry the picnic basket.

Papa Chuck: Thanks. Lake Blossom, here we come!

Papa Chuck: Beautiful up here, isn't it?

Staci: I'm trying different bait.

Papa Chuck: Hard to beat a cherry tree in bloom.

Staci: Are there any fish in this lake?

Papa Chuck: You're missing the point. Fishing is as much about relaxing and taking in beauty as it is catching.

Staci: I need a bigger hook. Tackle box. Top compartment. I'm trying this one.

Papa Chuck: How about a sandwich?

Staci: Later.

Papa Chuck: Well, I'm going to have one. Some of that apple pie, too. Yes, sir, nothing like a cherry tree in bloom. Crabapple, maybe. Maple and beech in the fall.

Staci: Ah! I got one!

Papa Chuck: Hold on! Ooh, my back still hurts, but at least it's better than it was.

Staci: It's a big one!

Papa Chuck: What lure did you use?

Staci: The funny one from the guy at the hotel! It's pulling me in!

Papa Chuck: Go with it! Move along the shore! Reel it in!

Staci: I'm trying!

Papa Chuck: That-a girl! Watch it! Keep moving! Good! Wait until the boys hear about this one!

Staci: Where's it going?

Papa Chuck: Deep water! Keep cranking! Work your pole!

Staci: Oh, no! My line!

Papa Chuck: I was afraid of that. Fish one, fisherman zero. Sorry, Stace.

Staci: It's not fair!

Papa Chuck: You'll catch another.

Staci: This day's been one big disaster. What's the use? What was that?

Papa Chuck: What?

Staci: Something. Listen. Sounds like someone. Over there! Come on, someone may be hurt!

Papa Chuck: Oh, no.

John Parker: Please help me. I can't. My head.

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Papa Chuck: Looks like he was fishing along the bank.

John Parker: I hit my head.

Staci: Is he going to be all right?

Papa Chuck: I don't know. Mister? Mister, can you hear me?

John Parker: Thirsty.

Staci: He wants a drink.

Papa Chuck: Give me the canteen. You okay?

John Parker: My head hurts.

Papa Chuck: Can you hear me?

John Parker: Uh-huh.

Papa Chuck: What's your name?

John Parker: Parker. John Parker.

Staci: Keep your eyes open, Mr. Parker.

Papa Chuck: Look at his leg.

Staci: It's all bloody.

Papa Chuck: It's broken. Looks like he got it wedged in and fell. Hit his head on the way down.

Staci: Lord, please help him. Is he going to be okay?

Papa Chuck: He needs a doctor. We've got to get him to Wildwood and fast. Hold his leg while I pick him up. Come on, mister. Oh!

Staci: What's the matter? Papa Chuck!

Papa Chuck: My back! I can't lift him. I'm not sure I can even get up!

Staci: Are you all right?

Papa Chuck: I will be. I'm not going to be able to carry him, though.

Staci: How are we going to get out of here? I can't carry him, and there's no one else here.

Papa Chuck: Oh, God is. God's here. We just need to get somebody's attention. We need a way to get Mr. Parker... Officer Hunt! Officer Hunt and his troop, they're camping at Twin Falls. It's just a couple of miles from here. Stace, you're going to have to run and get them back here. Or we can...

Staci: What?

Papa Chuck: Signal them. Signal them somehow.

Staci: Signal? Signal? He's getting worse. His forehead's burning up.

Papa Chuck: We need to cool him down. Oh, here, go wet Mrs. Collins' handkerchief in the lake. Oh-oh. Oh, no.

Staci: My compact! I got it! We'll send a signal! I'll climb up to the top of one of these trees and see if I can spot them. I'll flash the mirror to get their attention and get them to come over here.

Papa Chuck: Good thinking, Staci! But be careful. We can't afford to have you hurt too. Lord, please help us. Protect Staci, and let her see Hunt's troop from the tree. Only you can work this out.

Staci: I'm almost to the top!

Papa Chuck: Can you see anything?

Staci: I'm looking! I can't see anybody! Wait! I see them! They're hiking into a ravine!

Papa Chuck: Flash the mirror!

Staci: I'm trying, but they're almost out of view! Please, Lord!

Joel: Officer Hunt! I see flashes!

Officer Hunt: What? What flashes?

Joel: Over there, sir! See the light? Suppose it could be the sun reflecting off some old piece of metal or something?

Officer Hunt: No, son, it's flashing back and forth. Someone's sending a signal. What's over there?

Joel: I think that's Lake Blossom over there.

Officer Hunt: All right, send them a signal back to let them know we see them.

Joel: Yes, sir!

Papa Chuck: What's happening? Do they see you?

Staci: Please, Lord, let them see my mirror. Whoa! Whoa! They're all flashing mirrors at me! It worked!

Papa Chuck: Thank you, Lord.

Officer Hunt: Pretty fancy splint there, son.

Joel: It's one of the things we have to learn to earn our first aid badge.

Officer Hunt: Well, you all earned badges in my book today. It's this bump on his head that worries me. We need to get him back to Wildwood fast. Is that stretcher ready?

Guest (Male): Yes, sir.

Officer Hunt: Not bad, guys, that looks good. Strong. I'm proud of you. Okay, gently now. Let's lift him on board on three. One, two, and three. Secure him! And move him out! Double time! Let's go! Glad you saw Staci's signal.

Papa Chuck: Amen to that.

Officer Hunt: Are you all right?

Papa Chuck: I just have to walk slow, that's all. I can make it. Don't worry.

Staci: I'll help him, Officer Hunt.

Officer Hunt: Okay. See you back in town.

Staci: How's Mr. Parker?

Papa Chuck: Doc says he's going to be fine. Some fishing trip, huh?

Staci: Some day.

Papa Chuck: You said it. Come on, I'll walk you home. You're awful quiet. You okay?

Staci: I was just thinking about what you said, about God being in control of everything.

Papa Chuck: And?

Staci: It sure didn't seem like it today. I mean, all those bad things happened, and Mr. Parker could have died. Where was God?

Papa Chuck: Well, I suppose you could look at things that way. Or you could see them very differently.

Staci: Like what?

Papa Chuck: Well, all those interruptions, what if they were actually little gifts from God?

Staci: Yeah, right.

Papa Chuck: Just listen a minute. Take my back, for example. We would have never gone to Lake Blossom if it weren't for that. Then you show up with a broken compact, which turns out to be just the thing we need.

Staci: So it was all...

Papa Chuck: Or that house full of apple pies that Nana Cindy baked up for our escape.

Staci: I admit that was...

Papa Chuck: And Mrs. Collins' handkerchief? The salesman's lure? Your whopper that got away? What if that fish hadn't led us up the shore? We'd never found Mr. Parker. And why did Officer Hunt and his Wilderness Rangers pick today to camp at Twin Falls?

Staci: But it can all be explained by coincidence.

Papa Chuck: I suppose it could be dumb luck. But when it really mattered, only you could have climbed that tree to find the troop. And what gave you the idea to use the compact as a signal?

Staci: I remembered Officer Hunt buying all those mirrors.

Papa Chuck: That's right. When you add it all up, it's kind of hard to believe that God wasn't there at every step, guiding us all the way, isn't it?

Staci: Wow.

Papa Chuck: Yeah, when you add it all up, dumb luck is mighty hard to believe.

Staci: Papa Chuck?

Papa Chuck: Yeah?

Staci: Can I have my compact back?

Papa Chuck: Sure. Haven't fixed it.

Staci: That's okay.

Papa Chuck: You don't want it fixed?

Staci: God used a bad day and broken stuff to save someone. I think I'll keep it just like it is. A reminder of God's grace.

Papa Chuck: Yeah, a reminder. Well, that's the sort of stuff I'm supposed to be teaching you, Little Miss Smarty Britches.

Well, Papa Chuck and Staci don't exactly look forward to interruptions, but now they try to look for how God might be using them for good. The scripture puts it this way: God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to his purpose. Now, that's something we can all plan on.

Singers: Gather around, everyone, and join me in this happy song.

Oh, there's never a reason to worry when the bad times come.

God works all things out for good.

Behind the cloud of thunder, lightning, and a golden sun.

God works all things out for good.

And if you be loving the Lord just like the Bible says.

God will bless you if you would.

You can carry the promise with each and every day.

God works all things out for good. Tell it now.

I was wishing that I could go fishing, so that's what I planned for the day.

The clock started ticking, my plan wasn't clicking, yes, everything got in my way.

When I finally got out there, there weren't any trout there, but somebody needed my aid.

And then I could see that the Lord needed me, and I knew why my plan was delayed. Aha!

Oh, there's never a reason to worry when the bad times come.

God works all things out for good.

Behind the cloud of thunder, lightning, and a golden sun.

God works all things out for good. That's right.

And if you be loving the Lord just like the Bible says.

God will bless you if you would.

You can carry the promise with each and every day.

God works all things out for good. Things out for good.

It's his way every day.

Bible says it's okay.

Tell it now.

I was riding my bike and ran over a spike and poof, I got a flat. Oh, no.

But along came a guy who I'd never had liked who said, "Hey, can I help you with that?"

At first I was sour because for half an hour he teased me again and again.

And then we got tickled and started to giggle and now we're the best of friends. Oh, yeah!

When things don't go right with the plans you made.

God can turn life's lemons into lemonade.

It's not a coincidence, it's not fate.

It's the promise of God, Romans 8:28.

And we know that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to his purpose!

Oh, there's never a reason to worry when the bad times come.

God works all things out for good.

Behind the cloud of thunder, lightning, and a golden sun.

God works all things out for good.

And if you be loving the Lord just like the Bible says.

God will bless you if you would.

You can carry the promise with each and every day.

God works all things out for good.

God works all things out for good.

God works all things out for good.

My children, you've got it now.

It's his way every day.

Insight for Living: Plans In The Breaking was written by Gary Armstrong and directed by Dave Karl. Our script supervisor was Phil Loller. The song God Works All Things Out For Good was written by Sandy Howell and Nick Brown. Music was by John Campbell and our sound designer was Jerry Swafford.