02x10 - Cry Wolf/A Sound Idea

[bunniefuu]

Hey, everyone-- it's me, Molly!

♪Molly of Denali ♪

Let's go!

♪ She's Molly of Denali

[laughing]: Whooo!

♪ By plane or sled or snowshoe ♪

♪ She is ready to explore

♪ From Kaktovik down to Juneau ♪

♪ Always wanting to learn more ♪

Yeah!

♪ Together with her best friend Tooey ♪

♪ Always by her side

And Trini!

♪ Discovering the outdoors

♪ On adventures day and night

♪ Come along with Molly

♪ Molly

♪ Through fields of fireweed

♪ Come along with Molly

♪ Molly

♪ From tundra to the sea

Mahsi'choo-- let's go!

♪ Molly of Denali

Yeah! ♪ She's Molly of Denali

♪ Come on ♪ Let's go!

♪ Molly of Denali

♪ She's Molly of Denali

MOLLY: "Cry Wolf."

[camera chirps]Hey, everyone!

It's me, Molly, with my dad, Walter.

Drin gwiinzii.

And we are off on our special

once-a-year Molly-Dad camping trip.

[both cheer]

We're about to get in our canoe, so I have to sign off

for a while.

Nenahaal'yàa![camera chirps]

[camera chirps]Me again!

After paddling for an hour,

we're almost at our secret special spot.

How did you find it, Dad?

It's a place where our ancestors hunted.

My father used to take me,

and now I get to share it with you.

No one but us knows about it, which is so great,

because it's quiet, and beautiful,

and all you ever hear are birds and animals.

[gasps]

That's where we're headed.

See you at the top![camera chirps]

[birds chirping]

[panting]: Whew!

[chuckling]: Should we take a break?

[panting]: Whew! No way.

[gasps]

Whoa.

[camera chirps]

We made it to the most shroonch'yaaplace

in the world.

It's so quiet.

Just you, me, the birds, the sky.

[bushes rustling]

And the Kratt brothers?

Hey! I hope we didn't startle you.

I'm Chris.

And I'm Martin.

How's it goin'?

It's them!

Dad, them!

The Kratt brothers!

The Wild Kratts

from TV!

You guys are my favorite!

Hi, I'm Molly.

[chuckling]: Nice to meet you.

And I'm her dad, Walter Mabray.

Hey, we didn't expect to see anybody else up here.

Neither did we.

It's kind of our secret spot.

Oh, well...We don't need to camp here.

We can go back down the trail.

Of course not.

You've already got your tent set up.

We can all stay here.

There's tons of room.

Sure.

We're good if you're good.

Time to set up camp.

I am ready to take off this pack.

Yes!

Don't be a stranger!

[both laughing]

[animal howling]

[sighs]: Great dinner, Molly.

Dried salmon and potato chips, the best.

Hey, neighbors!

We got some hot chocolate, if you like.

Awesome! Baasee'.

Have a seat.

So how come you guys are in Alaska?

Are you out on the Creature Trail?

[chuckles]: Uh, Molly, let's let them tell us, if they want to.

Oh, we're happy to tell you.

We are on the Creature Trail,

looking for a lost pack

of wolves.

The last radio contact we had was about a month ago.

Wait.

Radio contact with zhoh?

"Zhoh" means wolf in Gwich'in.

Oh, thanks!

And yes, several members of the pack

were tagged with radio collars,

so scientists can track their movements

with receivers like this.

[static buzzing, receiver pings]

Wait,

hang on.

[static buzzing, stops]

Sorry, false alarm.

This particular pack has been studied for over years.

Then, a month ago, silence.

That doesn't sound good.

We don't know if the collars fell off,

or got damaged, or if the pack...

...d*ed out.

Oh, I hope that's not it.

I hope you find them.

So do we.

Though it won't be easy trying to track them down.

[gasps]: Wait!

My dad's an expert tracker.

Really?

Would you be up for helping us, Walter?

Unless you have other plans.

I can't think of a better way to spend the day.

To the creature rescue!

[camera chirps]MOLLY: Okay, so we've been tracking

for two hours, and so far,

Dad has found bear, and moose, and hare tracks,

but nothing that looks like zhoh.

Ready for a break,Molly?

I could use some water.

Gotta go.

But I'll keep you up to date on the lost wolf pack.[camera chirps]

Apple, Molly?

Mahsi',Dad.

So, can I ask you guys a question?

Sure, sh**t.

How many wolves are in a pack?

Are we looking for, like, , wolves?

[chuckles]: Good question, but no.

Maybe five to ten on average.

A pack is led by a breeding pair, the alphas,

plus less dominant wolves and yearlings.

Wolves are super-social.

Their packs are like their family.

They travel everywhere together, on the hunt for food, mostly.

They could range over hundreds of miles.

CHRIS: The last radio signal we got was there,

and we're here.

We hope they're still in the area,

but we have no way of knowing.

That's where we are?

How do you know?

MARTIN: That blue squiggly line is the river we're following.

See?

On the map key.

And this dotted line is the trail we're on now.

The map scale tells us

that every inch on the map equals ten miles,

which helps pinpoint our location.

Can I mark the map,

so we know where we already looked for zhoh?

That'd be awesome,Molly.

Do zhohsleep outside when they travel,

or do they stay in caves, like that?

Huh?

Huh! How'd we miss that?

♪

Hmm.

Lots of animals have been in here.

There are prints, scat.

But it looks like they haven't been here for a while.

[Molly gasps]

I found something!

Good eyes, Molly.

It's the strap from a radio collar.

Well, part of it, anyway.

Ah! So a wolf did lose its collar,

which just might mean...

The pack didn't die out.

They're still around.

But the question is, where are they now?

[birds hooting]

[sighs]

Eight whole hours,

and we didn't find a single zhoh.

We looked all along this trail,

in the cave,

on the cliff where Chris stubbed his toe

and yelled for ten minutes.

♪

[laughing]: Hey, it hurt.

Around the lake...

CHRIS: Where Martin fell in.

[laughing]: Well, at least I got

a cool swim out of it.

And then nothing.

The truth is, we may never find the zhoh.

Aww, which would be too bad.

Scientists have learned so much from this wolf pack,

like that zhohcommunicate over miles.

How do they do that?

If a wolf gets separated from its pack,

it'll make what we call a lonesome howl,

like this.

[howls hoarsely]

Only totally not like that.

[laughs]

But it is a distinct sound.

And if the pack hears it,

they'll howl back until the lost wolf comes home.

Wouldn't that be a way for us to find the zhoh?

To howl to them?

It might.

But we're not the best howlers.

What about you, Walter?

I'm so-so, not like your grandpa, Molly.

And he's not here.

[sighs]: Oh, well.

[groans]: Time to get some shuteye.

See ya at dawn, tracker buddies.

[phone calling out][snoring]

GRANDPA NAT [on phone]: Molly!

I thought you were camping.

I am.

But I need you to teach me something.

The lonesome zhohhowl.

[laughs]

[howling]

[howling]

That one?

I think it's my favorite.

I'm recording you, Grandpa.

How'd you get to be so good?

By spending a lot of time out on the land,

listening closely, and practicing.

You won't be good on the first try.

I better start practicing, then.

Mahsi'choo, Shchada'a.

[chuckling]: Good night,Shgguya.

[phone chirps softly]

[sighs]

[howls]

[groans]

[snores][laughs]

[wolves howling]

[gasps]: What was that?

[wolves howling]

[gasps]: That sounds like zhoh!

[howling continues, Molly howling]

[chuckles]: What are you doing, Molly?

Talking to zhoh!

[wolves howling]

[Grandpa Nat howling]

[Molly howling]

Dad!

I recorded Grandpa.

I think I heard a zhoh!

Grandpa Nat showing the way.

[howls]

CHRIS: What's going on?

Listen!

[wolves howling]

Binoculars!

I'm on it.

[howling]

[howls]

[gasping]: I see them.

Three, four, five.

Six, seven.

[gasping]: A pack of seven.

We found them!

We found the lost wolves.

[laughing]

Yeah!Yes!

Whoo-hoo!Whoo-hoo!

[all howl]

[wolves howling]

Hey, everyone! Molly here to answer

your questions about life in Alaska.

Victoria from Boston, Massachusetts, asks,

"What are some ways stories are told in Alaska?"

My friends can show you.

BOTH: Hi, Molly.

We are in Anchorage.

Which is the land of the Dena'ina people.

GIRL : Today we are

making traditional masks.

We are Yupik,

and we're learning from a Yupik artist.

BOTH: Hi, Phillip.

The first thing I want to say

about Yupik mask-making

is that they were used in all kinds of traditions

throughout Alaska.

That's pretty cool.Cool.

PHILLIP: And they had many purposes,

but they all did one thing in common:

they told stories.

Why is telling stories important?

Telling stories is very important

because they share our values, our, our culture.

What is the first tip that you would give us

for mask-making?

Use your imagination.

GIRLS: Quyana--bye!

GIRL : First, we are trying

to make the head shape.

Kind of just scrape all the clay

you don't want.

GIRL : My mask is about

a female alpha wolf.

It represents the time when I broke my arm

and I felt discouraged at first.

That's why I have one eye closed

and the other eye open.

GIRL : My home village

that my mom's side of the family

is from is Scammon Bay.

My mask is about

the very, very first time

that I visited Scammon Bay.

Phillip told us to be creative

whenever we were making our masks.

Then I'm doing white to represent the snow.

♪

GIRL : I'm using feathers

to represent the wolf's fur.

BOTH: All done!

Ow.

[laughing]

♪

GIRL : These are our masks.

BOTH: Quyana,Molly!

MOLLY: Mahsi'choo!

Thanks for asking and see you next time.

MOLLY: "A Sound Idea."

[socket wrench turning]

[Tooey's neck moving with wrench's sounds]

[laughing]

When a truck is sick, you can hear it.

[grunts]

Hole in the fuel line.

And last week, there was a hole in the brakes.

What caused it?

I don't know.

I fixed it-- you're good to go.

But something weird is going on.

[engine starting]

Well, thanks for letting us borrow it, Connie.

Where are you headedagain?

Windsong Wildlife Park.

I left some research equipment there,

and Molly and Tooey are gonna help me carry it back.

And when you're as strong as I am, you're always in demand.

[laughs]

Drive safe!

[bird twittering]

[panting]

Phew!Whew!

Here it is!

Finally.

Snack time!

Wow, what's all this for?

It's special equipment for recording sound.

Up here?

There's nothing to hear up here.

Sure, there is!

Listen.

♪

All I hear is...

[wind blowing]...wind...

[raven cawing]...and dotson'...

[Tooey eating]

...and Tooey making snacking sounds

while he eats.

He doesn't even know he's doing it.

[laughs]

What?

What are we talking about?

[laughing]

My research.

I've been recording sound up here

for the last six months.

You know that a landscape

is what the land looks like, right?

Yes.Sure.

Well, a soundscape is what the land sounds like.

It's called soundscape ecology.

You're recording animals?

Yes. And the weather, and wind.

Every sound tells you something about the place.

[wind blowing, birds chirping, animals chittering]

Wow.

Whoa.

[whistling]

[whistling continues][whimpers]

[ringing]

[whistling]

Tooey, come here.

Try to guess what this sound is.

[device whirring]

A train?

Washing machine.

No, sewing machine!

Pencil sharpener.

[whirring]

Oh, yeah.

I've been recording sounds just like Nina.

Now guess this one.

[crunching]

Hm...

Boots on gravel.

You eating an apple.

Or, or, um...

[crunching]

Oh! Suki eating kibble.

[laughing]: You got it.

Hey.

I'll record some for you,

and you can guess what they are.

Okay.

[door opens and closes, bell rings]

[giggles][whines]

♪

[coughs]

[Walter grunts]

Hm?Hm.

[bees buzzing]

[purring]

[phone chirps softly, a* chopping]

Someone chopping wood.

Yes.

Now what about this?

[insects buzzing]Mosquitoes?

Hm.No, Mr. Rowley's honeybees.

[chuckling]

You got it!

But you'll never guess this one.

[purring]

Hm.

Someone blowing bubbles?

A frog!

A jackhammer from really far away!

[gasping]: It's Mouse!

Mouse the cat.

CONNIE: Oh, a cat!

[chuckling]: Of course.

Huh.

I didn't think you'd get that one.

Guess I'll have to find some weirder sounds.

Oh, I've got a weird sound for you.

It woke me up last night after midnight.

What was it?

I don't know.

At first, I thought it was a rusty hinge on a gate,

but I don't have a gate.

If we could record it,

I bet we could figure out what it is.

Yeah.

But we can't leave a phone out all night long.

[sighing]: You're right.

Maybe Nina would let us borrow her equipment?

We could ask.

Oh, I'd be amazed if you guys could figure out

what the weird sound is.

Don't worry.

The Qyah Sound Squad is on the case.

[gobbling]

This is perfect.

We'll hear everything from up here.

Nina said to point the microphone

toward the area we want to record.

There!

This will record all night long?

Yes!

We'll come back in the morning.

If there's a weird mystery sound,

we'll hear it.

MOLLY: All right!

Let's see what we got.

Ready?

Uh-huh.

[switch clicks]

[wind blowing]Hmm.

All I hear is wind.

We just need to keep listening

till we hear something strange.

[wind blowing]

[sighs]

[sighs]

[moans]

[groans]

This is taking forever.

These headphones are making my ears sweaty.

And we still have

seven hours and minutes to listen to.

Can't we just speed through

to find the mystery noise?

But then we might miss it.

There has to be a faster way.

There is!

Instead of listening to the sounds, you look at them.

Huh?Huh?

Come here.

A spectrogram lets you see sounds.

Let's look at last night's recording.

[high-pitched voice]: High-pitched sounds are up here.

[low-pitched voice]: Lower ones are down here.

[laughing]

It just looks like a lot of scribbles.

I used to think so, too.

But after years of reading books and articles

about the science of sound,

I've learned to make sense of it.

Here, I'll show you.

This squiggle looks to me like

a boreal owl hooting.

And this is when a plane flew overhead.

Now, let's listen.

[owl hooting]

There's the owl.

[plane engine buzzing]

TOOEY: And that's the plane.

Whoa.

It's so much faster to look at sounds than to hear them.

Huh.

I don't recognize that one.

Can we listen to it?

[animal squeaking]

What is that?

Uh, you know what that is, right, Nina?

Uh, no.

But I'm still learning.

Someone must know what it is.

♪

[squeaking]

It kinda sounds like a weird baby.

I think it's an alien.

What if it's an alien baby?

None of the elders have heard it before,

and they've lived in Qyah all their lives.

This is an actual mystery.

An actual creepy mystery.

We have to find out what it is.

Let's stay awake tonight until we hear it again.

Ooh, a campout.

Or a stakeout.

We'll use the microphone to listen for it,

and then find it, and take its picture.

Who's with me?

Let me get this straight.

You want to go creeping around in the middle of the night

in search of a weird alien space baby?

ALL: Yeah!

Why not?

Time check.

[yawns]: Midnight.

Hey, Tooey!

Time for your shift.

[snoring]

I'm awake!

[gasps]: Did you see the alien baby?

Not yet.

It's your turn to listen.

[animal squeaking on headphones]

[Tooey gasps]

That's it!

That's the noise.

What do we do?

We investigate.

[animals chittering]

Hold up!

[squeaking]

I hear it.

Me, too.

[squeaking]

Whatever it is,

it's under Connie's truck.

[squeaking]

[squeaking loudly]

[gasping]: It's coming right for us.

[squeaking]

[all gasp][animal squeaking]

A ts'it?

Oh, it was a ts'it making that noise!

That porcupine's been living under Connie's house

during the day.

And nibbling the hoses under my truck at night.

[chuckling]: I'm gonna take it

outside of town

and find a new place for it to live.

Listen to him eat a cucumber.

[squeaking, chomping]

[laughing]: Who knew?

So he makes noises when he eats?

Yes.

And there's someone else that does that, too.

[moaning happily, chewing]

What? What are we talking about?

[laughing]

♪