IPOLA: I am eternally grateful for your help. LIRI: We were just on our way to the Moon Tribe. Princess Tula … um … Well, it sounds a bit silly to say with all the important things going on, but … she said we could adopt a … a kitten. IPOLA: It’s not silly at all – it’s quite serious. We don’t adopt hunting cats out of the tribe, usually. Still, I can see now why Tula would make such a gesture to you. I will personally make sure that it happens. LIRI: Oh, thanks! Emmon is very excited about it. Aren’t you? EMMON: Uh-huh! Ma and … and Da they wouldn’t let me have a puppy … said I’d prob’ly hurt it. `Cause I’m too big and stupid. IPOLA: Emmon, I am Queen of the Moon Tribe, and if I say you can be trusted with one of our hunting cats, then you can. You don’t seem stupid to me, at all. And I think you’re just the right size for you. LIRI: That’s what we tell him, isn’t that right? Emmon smiles shyly. He says something in Liri’s ear. LIRI: What? Oh well, of course she is. IPOLA: What? LIRI: He says you’re a very nice lady. IPOLA: Thank you, Emmon.. Now, with your permission, I really need to sleep.