At a lake in upstate New York the next morning. Grandpa, Philip, and Robbie are preparing to fish.
Robbie:	This is really neat! When do we eat?
Philip:	First, we have to catch some fish. In order to catch fish, you have to do this. [He prepares the fishing line.] Here we go. That's it. Then drop it into the water. All of this comes before eating. OK?
Robbie:	How do you know so much about fishing?
Philip:	Grandpa taught me. We spent a lot of time fishing together. Now, the important thing is to get the hook close to the fish. All right? Like this. [He puts his fishing line into the water.]
Robbie:	I think I see some fish right under us, Dad.
Philip:	Oh, not a chance!
Robbie:	I just saw a big one! [A young boy arrives with a fishing rod.]
Grandpa:	Hi, there.
Albert:	Hi.
Grandpa:	What's your name?
Albert:	Albert.
Grandpa:	Are you all alone?
Albert:	Yes, sir.
Grandpa:	How old are you, Albert?
Albert:	I'm ten.
Philip:	Where's your father?
Albert:	He's up there at the lodge.
Philip:	Does he know you're here?
Albert:	Yes, sir.
Philip:	OK, Robbie, maybe you should watch him. The water's pretty deep here.
Robbie:	I'll watch him, Dad.
A little while later. They are still fishing.
Robbie:	What time is it?
Grandpa:	It's almost lunchtime, and no fish yet.
Robbie:	I can go up to the lodge for some hot dogs and drinks.
Philip:	No way! We're here to catch our lunch.
Grandpa:	To catch fish, you need the right magic.
Philip:	That's right. I forgot! The right magic. Do it for Robbie, Dad.
Grandpa:	You remember?
Philip:	Sure. Come on.
Grandpa:	Well, first, you have to turn your hat around like this. Then you close your eyes and say the magic words. Fish, fish, send me a fish.
Robbie:	[He closes his eyes.] Fish, fish, send me a fish. ... I got one!
Grandpa:	See, it works.
Robbie:	It's a big one!
Philip:	Well, it always worked for me, too.
Robbie:	Grandpa, get the net, please! [Grandpa gets the net, and Robbie finally catches the fish.]
Robbie:	Dad, you got one, too!
Philip:	You bet I have! [Philip brings up a boot from the water.]
Grandpa:	Easy, Philip, easy.
Robbie:	Sorry, Dad.
Philip:	Well, one more and I've got a pair of boots.
Robbie:	You didn't say the magic words.
Grandpa:	Robbie's right.
Philip:	Yes, but you did, and we've got our lunch. Let's build a fire and cook it! Come on, Albert, you can help us!
Albert:	I want to stay here and fish.
Grandpa:	All right, but be careful.
A little later. Grandpa, Philip, and Robbie are around their campfire.
Robbie:	Is it finished yet?
Philip:	I think so. I hope you like your fish well done.
Grandpa:	Burned, you mean.
Philip:	Hey, I'm a doctor, not a chef. [They hear Albert calling from the lake.]
Albert:	Help! Help! I can't swim!
Robbie:	Dad! Grandpa! He fell in! [Robbie and Philip rush to save Albert. They pull him from the water and place him on the dock.]
Philip:	Easy does it, Robbie. That a boy. That's it.
Grandpa:	He's not breathing, Philip!
Philip:	Robbie, run to the car! Bring a blanket and my medical bag.
Robbie:	Yes, Dad. [Philip slowly breathes into the boy's mouth.]
Philip:	Now, come on , son. Come on, son.
Grandpa:	Breathe, Albert!