Louie did indeed stuff his face. Until he was sure that he would get a stomach ache in a few hours. Only the did he finish stuffing the rest in his pack and caught up with Wheezy McWeavile. Now holding the pack in his teeth, He trotted alongside Scratch until they got to the boats. And Louie went and hopped inside, setting his pack down as Scratch began playing with it to see about getting it to work. "Maybe it is broken," he suggested as Scratch kept trying,"I bet if I gave it a--" Louie's suggestion was cut short as the boat lurched forward, sending him to land on his face as it was not to easy for him to get footing in the rocking boat.
Louie picked himself back up and rubbed his nose,"Don't worry about it, Scratchy." He responded and at the warning he abandoned his nose and put his paw over his hat to keep it from blowing off as the thingy sped off. Louie eventually did find his footing, and soon was stable enough to walk to the front of the boat. Looking over his shoulder he watched the shoreline shrink as they went farther away. "So how long do you think it will take to get there?" He asked, his voice loud so that Scratch might hear him over the motor.