Story of my life. Your roar stops a herd of wildebeests. Mine makes the babies laugh.

Hey, come on. That was much better. — [sighs] — I’m serious! It dropped half an octave. [low voice] It dropped half an octave.

And it sure scared me. Made my hair stand up on end.

Yeah, right, Dad.

OK. Let’s take it from the top.

I’m done for today.

Come on, come on, one more. You were so close. — Maybe it’s something technical. — [sighs] Maybe you’re not opening your mouth wide enough. Like this.

Dad, thanks for the technical help, but if you wanted me to roar like you, you’d take me to the wild.

Whoa! Hold on a second. We’ve got everything we could ever want right here.

Great lifestyle, three squares a day. And it’s boring.

Boring?

I’m never gonna learn how to roar here, Dad. — Ryan. — But don’t worry. I finally figured out how we can get to the wild.

You did?

The pigeons say those green boxes go there. Those boxes are bad news. Stay away.

But, Dad…

Listen, I know you’re frustrated,  but a lion finds his roar…

Here. I’m… I’m so tired of hearing that, Dad!