(We open back in Louie's, just in time to see Slip finish his part of the story.)

Sach: (Hiccups and almost falls into Slip's lap) That was nice, Chief, but it made me hot!

Slip: *Shoves Sach off of him* So cool yerself off!

Sach: I think I'll do that. (Whitey and Dan help him to his feet, despite his swaying.) Thanks, boys. You're real pals! (He hugs them both hard.)

Duke: You guys ok?

Whitey: *Nods* I'm used to it.

Danny: I'm fine.

Sach: See? They know me. (He grins) And for that Whitey, you n' me are gonna be the big stars in this one!

(Fade out on Louie's. Fade in on Bobby's plane again. This time, all of the boys are wearing heavy coats. Bobby wears his pilot's helmet and goggles along with his leather jacket.)

Bobby: What a time for the heater to conk out!

Sach: Feels great in here to me!

Slip: Yer the only one.

Butch: (His teeth are chattering) I...I...I'm so c...c..cold, I...think...my watch....is frozen...to my wrist!

Chuck: This is ridiculous!

Bobby: (As snow pelts the plane) You want ridiculous? Check out this weather!

Sach: Wow! That's great! Now we can make snowmen and snow angels!

Bobby: Sach, I can't see in this! We're gonna have to land here.

Butch: W...whitey, this is the p...place, r...right?

Whitey: Well, we're close...

Bobby: (As the plane bobbles up and down) This is gonna have to be close enough. Everyone hang on!

(Cut to outside. The plane makes a diving swoop. We see it bobble in the air a bit before it finally skids to a shaky landing in the heavy snow.)

Bobby: (Looks behind him) Is everyone ok out there?

(Everyone but Sach is on the floor in a heap.)

Butch: Ouch! Whitey, your foot is in my eye!

Whitey: Sorry!

*Slip and Chuck are trying to untangle themselves.*

Sach: Tsk, tsk. Why weren't you guys wearin' you seat belts? (He removes his.)

Bobby: (He joins them; helps Slip and Chuck to their feet) You guys alive?

Sach: I am! I'm the smart one.

Butch: (Shivers as he and Whitey get up) I a...ain't too s...sure.

Sach: (He stands) Well, come on! Time's a wastin', an' we gotta find that key and make a snowman!

(Cut to outside in the swirling snow. The hatch opens. Sach steps out first. He wears a heavy backpack and carries a flashlight. His baseball hat is visible under his coat hood.)

Sach: Lafeyette, whomever HE is, we're here! (He jumps off) Come on, guys! This place is great! Look at all this snow!

Butch: (He shivers) It's too cold for me!

Sach: Come on, you guys! This is going to be so much fun!

(Sach grabs some snow and tosses it in the air, letting it float down over his head.)

*The other guys follow, Slip is frowning.*

Bobby: (He leans out; frowns) I'm going to stay with the plane. I need to fix the heater and defrost the pipes. Besides, my knees would never make it through this deep snow.

Sach: Suit yourself. (He makes a snowball) Here's snow in your eye, Chief! (Throws it at Slip)

Butch: Sach! (Turns to Slip) How are we going to find the key in this weather?

Sach: Hey Whitey, what does the map say?

Butch: Does it say we go to someplace warm?

Sach: I hope we get to go to a cave or somethin'. An ice cave would be really neat.

Whitey: *Looks towards a mountain* That's the direction we're supposed to go in.

Sach: Oooh, this is gonna be fun!

Butch: (Gulps) All the way up there?

Sach: (Grabs Slip's arm) Come on, Chiefy! Let's play King of the Mountain!

Slip: Saaach!

Butch: (Grins) Hey Chuck...bottoms up! (Shoves snow down Chuck's pants)

Sach: Come on, Chiefy! I'll race ya! (Starts up the hill as fast as he can in deep snow)

(Butch and Chuck shove snow at each other.)

Sach: (Looks over his shoulder) Hey Chiefy, are you ok? You look stiff.

Butch: (Looks up) What's that roaring sound?

*Slip looks like he's trying to make his mouth move to say something, but he's frozen, staring up the mountain.*

Sach: Chief, what is...it... (He and Whitey look up at the same time...to see a title wave of snow rushing at them) AVALANCHE! Like in the movies! (Grabs Slip's arm) Come on, Chief. We've gotta get outta here, or we're gonna get buried!

Chuck: Go! *pushes Butch with him*

Sach: Chiefy! You ain't movin'! You're scared stiff. REALLY scared stiff.

*Whitey joins them. The trio start to move as the snow barrels down.*

Sach: Come on! Whitey, you get his legs. I'll get his arms! We're gonna have to move the Chief ourselves!

*Whitey does as told just in time as Slip faints.*

Sach: Look! Over there! (He points to an opening in the mountain) Let's hide from the snow wave in there! (They drag Slip into the opening. Chuck and Butch make it in moments before the snow rushes by.)

(Sach and Whitey throw themselves over Slip. Butch and Chuck hold onto each other for dear life. Sach finally peeks an eye open as the roaring stops. He looks around.)

Sach: Wow! Is everyone ok?

Butch: (Gulps) I am. Just scared.

Sach: Whitey? Chief? Chuckie?

Chuck: That was way too close!

Whitey: *As Slip groans* I'm okay.

Butch: (Points to the exit) Oh no! The door is blocked!

Sach: Chief! (He shakes Slip) Wake up! Oh, you've gotta wake up! We're trapped!

Slip: *As his eyes open* Not what I wanna hear.

Sach: That avalanche blocked our only exit! We're never gonna get out!

Butch: You've got the map, Whitey. Is this the cave?

Whitey: *Double-checks his map and nods* Yeah, this is the right cave.

Sach: Great! (He lifts Slip onto his feet) Up for some hikin', Chief?

Slip: As long as a huge headache don't despair my feet from movin'.

Sach: Don't worry, Chief! I'll carry ya. Get on my back.

Butch: (He gets up, too) Maybe we ought to be careful. There might be traps around here.

Whitey: I'd be surprised if there aren't any traps.

Sach: We'll have to be careful, then. Come on, Chief. Upsy-daisy! (Helps Slip on his back.)

Slip: Oof! Not so rough, Sach.

Sach: Sorry, Chief!

(They make their way into the cave. The cave is wide and high, with lots of icicles hanging overhead. It sparkles like a thousand diamonds.)

Sach: Wow! Lookit this place!

Butch: (Looks up) I'm not too sure about those icicles.

Sach: Aww, they're pretty, aren't they? Maybe we could break one off an' eat 'em, like we do at home.

Chuck: This sorta looks scary.

Sach: I don't think it's so scary.

Butch: (Gulps) I do!

Sach: Aw, you guys are a bunch of chickens. (He reaches up and breaks an icicle off with a loud snap)

Whitey: *Still looking at the map* We need to keep moving.

Slip: Sach...

Sach: Want one, Chief? (Suddenly, an icicle falls right in front of Sach!) Oh, here's one for you. (He picks it up) Here ya go, Chief!

Butch: Yikes! (He dodges another falling icicle)

Slip: *Slaps the icicle from Sach's hand* They're fallin' on us!

Sach: (Dodges an icicle) Hey! (Looks up) Watch where you're fallin'! You might have put someone's eye out! (He jumps away from two more) Cut that out!

Butch: (Pulls Chuck away from another icicle) We've gotta get outta here!

Sach: (Points to his right) I think I see another tunnel!

Sach: (Just manages to grab Slip away from another icicle that's taller than he is) Chief, let's go!

Slip: Too close!

Sach: Yeah! We were almost popcicle shish-ka-bobs! (He stops and leans against the ice wall as the others hurry down the tunnel) Boy, am I tired. Whew! (Suddenly, his elbow pushes a block of ice into the wall. We hear another creak) Uh oh. Chief, I think I did something bad.

Slip: *Aiming for Sach's neck* I oughta...

Chuck: Snowball!

Butch: What?!

Sach: (Looks up; his eyes widen) Holy COW!

(A giant snowball, easily the size of three boulders, is coming straight at them! They all take off as fast as their legs can carry them.)

(The camera follows the snowball as it seems to chase them further down the icy, steep ramps of the cave. They come to a stop at what seems to be a dead end.)

Sach: Oooh! No way out! Trapped like mice in a frozen cage! What are we gonna do now?

Slip: Jump!

(All five Boys jump in different directions as the snowball comes right at them. The snowball hits the wall with such a tremendous CRASH that it breaks the wall!)

Sach: (He's the first to pop his head out of the snow) Is everyone ok?

Whitey: *Pops up* I'm okay.

Chuck: *Sits up* Just peachy.

Slip: *Groans* My headache just got worse.

Butch: (Digs out from under a pile of snow, spitting out ice shards) I'm here!

Sach: Hey guys! (He runs over to the now-open wall) The snowball found a door!

Butch: Hey, he's right!

Sach: Of course I'm right! I'm tellin' this part!

Slip: *Staggers over, holding his head* No kiddin'...

Sach: (Peers in) Look!

(All four peek into the doorway. We see a key similar to the one at the Jail in the western segment sitting on top of a large slab of ice.)

Sach: We found it! We found the key! (He runs over and grabs it. The moment he does, the cave starts rumbling.)

Butch: Tell me that was Sach's stomach.

Sach: That wasn't me! I ain't that hungry!

Slip: It's the cave gettin' even madder at us!

Sach: (As the wall in front of them breaks up) Hey, look! (Points to where the wall is broken enough to reveal daylight) The wall is lettin' us out!

Sach: (Grabs Slip's arm) Let's go, before the cave decides it wants to keep us!

(They all pile out of the cave. The snowstorm has ended, leaving nothing but sunshine, blue skies, blinding white snow...and the metallic glow of the Silver Falcon as she lands a few yards from the boys. Bobby Jordan opens the hatch; the other boys run to him.)

Bobby: Where have you guys been? I've been looking for you for an hour or more!

Sach: We've been in an ice cave that turned on us, and an avalanche!

Bobby: I saw that avalanche. I didn't see any of you, though.

Sach: We jumped in a cave to get away from the snow! But we found a bunch of icicles that tried to skewer us, an' a snowball that almost ran us over. (Turns to Slip) Chiefy, can we go now? I'm sorta tired of snow.

Bobby: The Silver Falcon is fired up and waiting...and warm.

Sach: Warmth! I'm goin' first! (He pushes Slip and Whitey aside and climbs into the side of the plane before anyone else.)

*Slip climbs in behind Sach to go strangle him.*

Butch: (Grins; to Chuck) After you.

Chuck: *To Butch* No, after you.

Butch: Ok! (He jumps in next)

*Chuck and Whitey shrug at each other, then climb in.*

(We fade out as the plane roars off into the bright blue sky.)