All language subtitles for Teachers.Pet.S02E05_English

♪ Born on the wrong end
Of the leash ♪

-♪ He was a dreamer ♪
-♪ And a little schemer ♪

♪ A nutty mutt living a dog's life ♪

♪ But when he'd hear the bell for school ♪

♪ He'd start to drool ♪

-♪ One day he says ♪
-♪ I'll take a chance ♪

♪ Trades his leash
For a pair of pants ♪

♪ In a glance, school becomes
His favorite pastime ♪

♪ I have buried a bone
For the last time ♪

-♪ He says ♪
-♪ I want to be a boy ♪

♪ Ooh, he's bad ♪

♪ He's so over just being rover ♪

♪ I gotta be a boy ♪

♪ He says he's just gonna be a boy ♪

♪ Turns out he's a regular Einstein ♪

♪ And Leonard is treading a fine line ♪

Why can't I be a normal kid
like any other?

Now, doodle bug, listen to mother.

♪ I want to be a boy ♪

I hate dogs.

♪ I gotta be a boy ♪

♪ This power pup's gonna be a boy ♪

I do not wish to be a dog.

♪ Now this bowser's ready for trousers ♪

♪ I got to be a boy ♪

♪ His nose is wet but you can bet ♪

♪ This teacher's pet is gonna be a boy ♪

Yes!

What a great day
to be a scholar.

I wonder what we'll learn
in school today.

I hope it's not
long division again.

That gives me
a headache.

Perhaps we'll delve
into the secrets of the electron

or plumb the mysteries
of hygiene.

[sniffs] Ooh,

or maybe
we'll explore Antarctica

with that great adventurer
admiral Richard E. Byrd

and his faithful
canine companions.

The good admiral, you see,
was a dog person.

Don't you just hate it

when a dog throws
his education in your face?

[sighs] At least he's found
a purpose for his life.

I wish I had that.

My life is so meaningless,
so worthless.

Oh, brother. An educated dog
and an existential cat--

what's the animal world
coming to?

All I do is eat my crunchies
and I watch my soaps

and eat my crunchies
and watch my soaps.

Crunchies, soaps.
Crunchies, soaps.

I just ate my crunchies.
Now I guess I'll--

oh, surprise--
watch my soaps.

[sighs]

What are you talking about?
You're a cat.

That's all a cat does,
except for shedding.

Sheesh. What were you
in a former life-- a yeti?

Anyway,
forget meaning in life.

Know all you really need
to be happy? A seed bell.

[ringing]

[sighs]

[school bell rings]

Ah, the groves of academe,

the infinite possibilities
of the inquisitive mind--

Uhh,

and the unerring aim
of the dreaded spitball.

"Air show this Saturday--

biggest, best. Be there."

An air show?

[gasps] I've always wanted
to go to an air show.

You have?

Please. I've been
an aviation buff

since I was a pup.

I've always wanted to know
what it would feel like

to soar among the clouds.

It says something called
the Crusader Flying Wing

will be there.

[gasps] Let me see. It'll be
the Crusader's final flight

before being retired

to the National
Air and Space Museum.

Aw, who cares
about some old plane?

We want to see
the new ones.

Well, the Crusader was the plane
of tomorrow when it was built.

Like a lone eagle,

it winged its way
above this country

as Americans battled
to free themselves

from the economic quagmire
of the 1930s.

It was admired by the giants
in aviation history--

Howard Hughes

and my heroine--
miss Amelia Earhart herself.

Oh, I still have faith
they'll find her.

[gasps] Amelia Earhart?
She's my heroine, too.

Your good taste
does not surprise me.

Then I'm definitely going
to the air show.

Hey, who isn't?

Okey dokey, artichokey.

Now, class, this is our
vocabulary word for the day--

responsible.

Can anyone tell me
what it means?

All righty,
Mr. Eager beaver.

What's the definition?

Responsible--able to be
trusted or depended upon,

characterized by good judgment
and sound thinking.

Well, very good, Scott.
I'm very--

which brings to mind none other
than Franklin Delano Roosevelt,

that paragon of responsibility

and the 32nd president
of the United States.

Why, Scott,
I am so--

And aren't we lucky
to have a statue

of the honorable
and wise president

in front of our very own

Fala D. Roosevelt
elementary school?

Listen closely, and you can
almost hear his wisdom

reverberating
across our campus.

This generation of Americans
has a rendezvous with destiny.

-Can I continue?
-Can I stop you?

Highly unlikely.
I'm on a roll.

President Roosevelt
led the nation

through the Great Depression.

He established the Social
Security Administration,

the Work Projects
Administration,

and helped the American people
regain their confidence.

He couldn't have
accomplished all this

if he had not been
a truly responsible person.

Finished now?

I think so.

Why, thank you, Scott.

That was very...
Long and very impressive,

and since
you've convinced me

you understand
what responsibility is,

I choose you. Ha ha ha.

Oh, thank you.
Thank you. Ha ha ha.

Wait. What did you
choose me for?

It's a very important job
that will require

a responsible--ha ha--
student to carry it out.

You see, Dusty our janitor
is gone this weekend

to the janitorial triathlon,

and since Dusty's away,
someone has to look after

the chicken eggs we have
in the incubator.

Scott, the job is yours.

Oh, you trust me.

You really, really trust me.

You sure about this?

Didn't you hear?
I'm responsible.

Besides, I've read
all the instructions.

The temperature can't vary
even as much as one degree,

and the humidity should remain
between 58% to 60%.

I'll have to check on the eggs
every 15 minutes.

Uh, Scott, doesn't that mean
you have to take the eggs home?

Of course.

And "home" is our house,

where mom lives and is going
to figure everything out.

Do the math.

Let's see.
I gave Scott the eggs.

Now Spot has them.

Oh, my gee-wolly-willerkins,

that means Spot
is really Scott.

Hmm.
You make a good point.

We'll just have to find
a way around her.

Don't worry.
I'll come up with a plan.

Why are you two
being so sneaky?

Shh!

So mom won't see us.

I can guarantee
she won't see you.

She left 10 minutes ago.

Uh, how about that?
My plan is working already.

You see, Leonard, when you
take your obligation seriously

and use good judgment,

responsibility is
not a burden at all.

It's a pleasure.

[electric buzzing]

Oh, I hope the eggs hatch

this weekend
while they're under my care.

I want to be
the first one the chickies see

when they come into the world.
That way, I can take charge

of the imprinting
of the little ones.

What's imprinting?

Why, it's
how behavior is learned.

It happens when brand-new
babies observe a parent

or other role model.

Ah, yes, they'll be able
to model themselves

after me
and my positive traits,

not the least of which is
responsibility.

It's a very demanding job,

but like
Franklin Delano Roosevelt,

I can handle it,
for I have been chosen.

Ooh.

Please, everyone,
keep your distance.

I can't be distracted
from this important project.

[electric buzzing]

Isn't he lucky
to have a special project?

I'll just go back to
my boring, predictable routine.

Crunchies, soaps.
Crunchies, soaps.

And shedding--
don't forget shedding.

[yawns]

Why are you up so early?

Are you kidding?
Today's the air show.

Ooh! The air show!
How could I have forgotten?

I think you've forgotten
something else.

Who's going
to watch these eggs?

But I don't want to miss
this air show.

It's a once-in-a-lifetime
event.

This is about your duty
as an American.

You accepted a responsibility,
and now you have to shoulder it.

I need to go to the air show.
Quite frankly,

I'm beginning to think
being responsible is no fun.

Is it more important to have fun
or to be responsible?

After all,
it's no walk in the park

being a talking stone head,

but it's my responsibility
to be your conscience.

I've held up
my end of the bargain.

But, uh...

Oh, all right. I get it.

Of course, I'm going
to take care of the eggs.

I gave my word of honor,
didn't I?

Well, if it can't be me,

I'm glad it's you
who gets to marvel

at the wonder
that is aviation.

So go. Leave now
and experience joy.

Okay.

You mean you're actually
going to go without me?

Uh, yeah. So is there

anything you want me
to bring you back?

No, no,
your keen observations

and vivid memories
will be plenty,

and a caramel fudge apple
or two might ease my pain.

Wait a minute. If you're
going to be responsible,

then so am I.

You're my best friend,
and it's my responsibility

to do everything I can

to help you experience
the air show.

But I can't go.

But I can make you feel
like you were there.

You'll be my eyes and ears
at the air show.

You can count on me.

[sighs] Oh, well.
It's better than nothing.

It's just you and me, kids.

Ain't nobody here
but us chickens.

Ha ha ha.
Aw, heck, we'll be okay.

All we really need
is each other

and the heat from this
super-dependable megawatt bulb.

Oh, boy.

This is not good.

Don't sugarcoat it.
It's catastrophic.

Oh, dear. What are you
going to do now?

The only thing a responsible
egg-watcher can do.

I'm going
to frantically race out

to get a replacement
megawatt light bulb

at our friendly
neighborhood bulb store--

Bulborama.

While I'm gone, you two
have to keep the eggs warm.

What does he mean
by that?

He means
you sit on them.

I'm not sitting
on them.

You're the bird.
You sit on them.

You're out of your tree.

My tokhes
couldn't even cover one,

but you're a big fat cat.
You can cover all of them.

Oh, uh, is that right?

Well, as it happens,
I'm a big, fat boy cat,

and that is woman's work.

Well, since we're
fresh out of women,

the only way we're going
to keep them warm is

-if you climb on top.
-No. Well...

Aw, come on.

I don't know.

For the sake of the kids.

Since you put it that way.

Ooh, careful.
Ooh, there we are.

Uh, hmm.
This isn't so bad.

It's not bad at all.
Ooh.

My, no wonder
the girls like this. Very nice.

Oh, oh, yes.

Oh, how much more of this
can I take?

Aah!

[breathing heavily]
There.

Now I don't have to worry
about any more reminders.

This is going to be
the best air show ever.

Aah!

Oh, at last!

Oh, why does everyone get to go
to the air show but me?

I'm stuck trying to find
a megawatt bulb.

Ooh, that's it--
the solution to my problem.

Bagpipes, blueprints,
bridal gowns, bodybuilders--

aha! Bulb store. Oh, happy day.
There is another bulb store.

Huh. And what's this?

It's located
directly across the street

from...the air show!
Oh. Uhh. Hmm.

♪ Eastside, westside,
All around the town ♪

Latitude, longitude, north
by northwest--oh, that's it.

The quickest route is obviously
a shortcut through the air show.

Now that's
responsible thinking.

Ow!

Oh, don't stare at me
with those big stone eyes.

I promise I won't even look
at the planes.

And if you were here,

you'd see Leslie
watching the air routine

in her pretty
new blue dress.

[planes flying overhead]

But I'm just taking a shortcut
to the Watt Spot Bulb Store.

Sorry, but if you run through,
you got to buy a ticket.

Besides, you want a chance
at the grand-prize drawing,

-don't you?
-No, I'm not interested in--

What is the grand prize?

One lucky boy or girl will get
to take the farewell flight

of the glorious Old Crusader
Flying Wing.

[gasps] The Crusader?

Oh, how I'd love
to take that final flight,

to be a part of that exciting
moment in aeronautical history.

[chickens clucking]

The eggs-- I've got to
stay focused on the eggs.

Air show? What air show?

I'm on my way
to the Watt Spot Bulb Store.

I'm just cutting through,
just cutting through.

Be still my heart.
It's... The Crusader.

Ahh. Ahh.

No! No,
I'm just cutting through.

I can't look. I can't.

[humming]

What are you so happy about?

Oh, I don't know.

My life suddenly seems
to have more... meaning.

Great. Maybe now you'll stop
with the kvetching.

Jeez, I wonder if the chicks
will be boys or girls.

Oh, it doesn't matter
if they're boys or girls

or beautiful or plain.
I just want them to be healthy.

[humming]

Uhh! I can't believe I am going
to be a giver of life.

At last, I have purpose.

If you break into song,
I'm out of here.

♪ This little chickie went to market ♪

♪ This little chickie stayed home ♪

And, Spot, you'd be surprised

at all the things
people drop at an air show--

a comb and--and a key

and shoes?
Very familiar shoes.

Wait a minute.
Those are mine.

Actually, I prefer
to think of them as ours.

What are you--
but the eggs.

You're supposed to be--

I know, I know,
but I'm just on my way

to get a replacement bulb
for the incubator. I swear.

Ladies and gentlemen,
boys and girls,

may I have your attention,
please?

It's time for the drawing.

I promise I'll leave
right after this.

[smooch]

Number 374--
come on, baby!

And the winner is
ticket number 3...

Papa needs a ride
in the crusader.

7...

Attaboy.
One more measly number.

4!

Yes! Yes! Yes! It's me!

I'm the luckiest boy
at the air show.

Oh! Oh, no, not again.

Scott, what are you doing?

Please, please, please.

I'll never get another chance
like this again.

You may never get
another chance like this

to prove to Mrs. Helperman
that you can be trusted.

Aw, come on, Frankie.

Surely, you remember
what it was like to be a boy.

After all,

I have to be responsible
to myself, too, don't I?

Young man, are you going
to take this historic ride

or not?

Tell you what.

This will only take a minute.
I promise.

Besides, what could be
more important in my life

than taking a flight
on the crusader?

[humming]

[gasps] Oh, dear. Oh, me.
It just occurred to me.

The chickies will be starving
when they hatch.

What ever
will we feed them?

Well, I know what I liked
as a kid--

a nice meal of regurgitated food
from my mommy's mouth.

How fowl.
Hey, don't look at me.

I didn't make up
the rules of birdland.

Help me here.
What else could they eat?

Well, they are babies.

And babies drink milk,
so...

Where do you think
you're going?

Going to help you
carry the milk.

You can't leave those eggs.

If they get cold,
they'll never hatch.

I knew this would
come in handy,

but it'll only keep the eggs
warm for a little while.

We have to hurry.

It's just
one little historic flight.

What can it hurt, right?

It gets cold up there,
but in this suit,

you'll be as cozy
as a chicken in an egg.

Hold on, kid.
I need to get a shot of you.

Everyone's going to want
to take a peep.

Everything check out,
Chick?

So far, so good, Chick.
You got us fueled there, Chick?

Affirmative, Chick.

Is everyone here
named Chick?

Milk! We've got to find milk
for my babies.

Don't get your whiskers
in a knot.

Give me a hand.

Uhh. Move over.

Me move over? You're
the one who's in the way.

You give me
some more space.

All right, Mr. Pilot,
let's take her up.

I'm ready for the adventure
of a lifetime.

Speaking of lifetimes,

don't you think those chicks
deserve to have one?

No! I can't take anymore.

What are you doing?

I made a promise to Mrs. H.
To watch the eggs.

She's counting on me
and I won't let her down.

Here--
you go on the flight.

I have to get home
and help those chicks hatch.

Wait. You're my best friend.
I'll help you.

Here, Ian.
You take the flight

and videotape it.

Oh, yes! Hey,
maybe we'll do a spiral

and I'll get pictures of me
barfing upside down.

Oh, please, oh, please,
let everything be okay.

Don't worry.
You weren't gone that long.

I'm sure
the eggs are all right.

[gasps]

Oh, grim visage!
Oh, saddest of days!

Oh, woe is me.
Woe is me!

Oh, what hateful conduct of mine
hath led to this?

I have shirked
my responsibility

and betrayed my good name.

I'll never be able
to be trusted again.

The fault is all mine.
What tragedy have I wrought?

You all had such promise.

Oh, you might have been
the first female president,

and you might have
followed in the wake

of that famed French
oceanographer Jacques Cousteau

and you--perhaps
a song-and-dance man,

the likes of which
Broadway has never seen. Oh.

Well, maybe it wasn't really
your fault.

Okay, it was, but there's
nothing you can do about it now.

This is terrible.

I failed Mrs. H.
And my fellow classmates,

but most of all
I failed myself.

I am so ashamed.
As fdr is my witness,

I'll never
shirk responsibility again.

Am I glad to see you.

Come with me
and roll up your sleeves.

Ooh, ahh--that tickles.

Ha ha ha--and that tickles.

Whoa! And that really tickles.
Ha ha ha.

Ha ha ha.

It's showtime.

[chicks chirping]

Oh, aren't they adorable?

Look.
We're not too late.

I can't believe it.

I've got to
pull myself together.

I can't let the kids
see me like this.

How did this happen?

Well, Spot left it up to us,

and we took care of everything.
Piece of cake.

And I hatched them myself.

Careful now, children.

Remember--roughhouse
leads to tears.

Wait until mom
and the class see this.

[gargles]

And it's all because
I have such great friends

who are so responsible,

and from now on,
I will be, too.

These chicks are off
to a great start

and I made it
in plenty of time

for the imprinting.

[meowing]

Ha ha ha.