It’s too risky, man.” That sets up Stuart’s brave response, “When it comes to friends, sometimes you’ve gotta take a risk.” And Reeko eventually repents of his betrayal of Stuart (“He was the first real friend I ever had, and I done him wrong”), asking the other forest animals to forgive him and rally to Stuart’s aid. Still, when Stuart asks for his help to save Snowbell, Reeko turns him down, saying, “Slow down and think about what you’re doin’. It begins to dawn on him that the animals weren’t objecting to him being a skunk they just didn’t want him around “because he was a jerk.” Reeko tells Stuart, “You didn’t judge me, and that goes a long way.” A change begins happening in Reeko when he realizes Stuart respects his skills and sincerely wants to be his friend. But we find out that Reeko’s attitude and actions are tied to his belief that nobody likes him or wants him around simply because he’s a skunk. He convinces her he’ll pay her a double tribute next time they meet and is instrumental in deceiving Snowbell (a potentially tasty Beast treat) and sending him into the Beast’s trap.
Early on, he manipulates everybody he comes in contact with, even the Beast. Kids can also learn positive lessons from negative actions by carefully watching the transformation of Reeko, who initially is a self-serving, lying, thieving … well, skunk. By the end of the summer, he decides to give away his game and enjoy the world around him (“The graphics are way better”).
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Little and the other scouts also encourage George to get his nose out of his portable video game player. But the important thing is that you try your best.” Mr. Little heartens him with, “Not everyone gets a gold kerchief their first summer. When Stuart is having trouble meeting his scouting goals, Mr. Little is balanced, believable, loving-and a pretty good assistant scout master, too. Remarkably, considering how many kids’ movies portray dads as goofy and inept (or worse), Mr. Little volunteers his summer to help out with the troop and keep an eye on him. When Stuart decides he wants to be a Lake Scout, Mr. Little are constantly showing love and support for Stuart and all the members of their family. So, little Stuart must pull together his newly learned skills, push aside his fears, and face the Beast alone.
He seeks assistance, but the troop members don’t believe him. And when said Beast captures Snowbell, the Littles’ self-absorbed cat, Stuart know he has to help. The first thing he learns is that there is a Beast of a mountain lion who terrorizes the forest denizens and demands tributes of food from them. Reeko to the rescue! When all hope of having fun seems lost, Stuart meets Reeko the skunk, who, for the price of a chocolate, helps him learn the ways of the woods. His arrows fall anemically short, his knot tying is a jumbled mess and he almost becomes fish food while canoeing. Little helping as an assistant troop master, Stuart is just too small to keep up. Stuart, though, dreams of earning the coveted gold scouting kerchief. George isn’t much interested in “scouting stuff” he’s more interested in a girl (she rewards his attentions by kissing him on the cheek at summer’s end). He and his brother, George, decide to join the Lake Scouts. Stuart and his adopted human family, the Littles, are spending their summer vacation at a rustic lakeside cabin. And maybe that’s why the lovable, ever diligent little mouse is back again for round three (straight to DVD this time) in Stuart Little 3: Call of the Wild.
Maybe that’s why Stuart Little stories always seem to pluck a recognizable chord. That’s a simple story that happens all the time and that most people can identify with. He was lucky enough to have the heart of a champion and the support of his friends on the team, but each time he approached the plate he had to face the fact that he was really very … unremarkable. This little fella, who had yet to get a hit all season, was kind of uncoordinated, kind of slow and exactly the kind of player most teams wouldn’t want. I remember one sunny Saturday when I sat watching a scrawny Little Leaguer step warily up to home plate.