You’ll have to sail the high seas. It’s a Disney movie but they have “put it in the vault”

Which upsets me considerably, because it’s an amazing film that made me weep. Literally, fucking, weep. Wailing and gnashing of teeth type sobbing.

Point being, it’s a great movie with a happy ending for the dogs, so you don’t have to worry about that.

Highly recommended.

Alternatively, you could watch The Great Alaskan Race, which tells the same, more accurate version on a much lower budget. My late-girlfriend was the wardrobe designer on it, so I feel obligated to mention it, even though it’s a bit rough around the edges.

I worked in a British pub, they claimed It was pronounced “Worshster” Sauce.

Two syllables.

I dunno, I’ve seen children with a lot more self-awareness.

Unless by “children” you mean babies. Because those fuckers have no self-control.

Edit: And by “those fuckers” I mean babies.