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Maybe the world is blind or just a little unkind.

Don't know.

Seems you can't be sure of anything anymore.

Although.

Wouldn't it be great having you live right above me, Leslie?

Just think, my ceiling's your floor.

Wow, that's deep, Punky.

Leslie, it must have been neat living in California. Did you go to Disneyland

every day?

Well, practically.

For the first year, you have mouth fever.

My mom even said they should have named a ride after me.

Then we moved to Orlando.

Wow, Disneyland and Disney World.

You've done it all.

It's not that.

Moving around so much.

Can be a drag.

Who needs to make friends or get used to a school?

Time to move again.

Yeah, but just think, you can flunk a test in Boston and nobody finds out

you're in Detroit.

Fun shooter, people!

Prepare yourselves for a treat.

Some guys in white coats are going to lock you up in a padded cell.

No, silly.

It's time for my spring recital.

Which ballet are you doing?

Sleeping Beauty.

I bet Beauty won't be the only one who's sleeping.

So, how many tickets do you Margot groupies want?

Margot, you know we'd love to see you take a leap, but we're busy that night.

Ah, gardening is so relaxing. I can't wait to get my hands into that dirt.

Yes, sometimes you just have to stop and smell the bandini.

Good afternoon, art patron.

I'm sure the two of you would be interested in purchasing some tickets to

ballet. Is it recital time again?

We were just there a year ago.

Who can afford this, Mr. Warnemont?

Well... We'll take four.

Thank you, sir.

You can pay me later.

There are no pockets in a tutu.

Au revoir.

Old reservoir to you too, Margot.

Thanks a lot, Henry.

Oh, Punky.

Seeing Margot's recital won't kill you.

What if it does? Are you prepared to live with that kind of guilt?

Yes.

Okay.

Here we have Brussels sprouts.

Cauliflower.

And broccoli.

Do you have to plant vegetables?

Yes. This all isn't good for growing pizza.

Hello. Hi.

How was work? Okay, honey.

But it's nice to finally be home.

Do you always work on Saturday, Mrs. Jenner? Well, it's either that or work

night, and I don't like to leave Leslie alone.

I finished all my chores, Mom.

Punky and Sherry were just showing me around.

Oh, that's nice.

I hope that Leslie hasn't been getting on your nerves.

Oh, not at all.

Our nerves are kid -proofed.

I was in the laundry room trying to take a stain out, and this mutt ran off with

them. Well, he was only trying to put them where they belong, in the garbage.

What are you laughing at, spider woman?

Brandon does not mean any harm. He's just playing.

I've had it with this hound, warning mutt. He barks all night, and now he's

stealing my clothes.

I'm sorry, Mr. Frank.

I just can't imagine what's gotten into him lately.

Well, I'm sure that everybody in the building would appreciate it if

could be done about the barking.

Leslie, I want you to stay away from that dog. He could be dangerous. Oh,

Brandon wouldn't hurt a flea.

Trust me, he's got millions of them and he's never hurt one.

Well, nevertheless, I don't want Leslie around that dog.

That animal...

should be muzzled and tied up, preferably to a runaway train.

Don't tell me he's starting up again. It's the third night in a row.

I haven't sent a single postcard since she left for Paris.

If you'll shut up, I'll fly her back on the Concorde.

He must be hearing something we can't hear. But what?

I don't know.

That's all I need, another nightly visit from Irish neighbors.

Good evening, folks.

I don't suppose you're here to borrow a cup of sugar?

No.

Earplugs.

This is the third night in a row I've been down here. And it's not because I

like your face.

I'm sorry.

I just don't know what's wrong with Brandon.

Well, maybe you should think of sending him to obedience school.

Oh? Is that where you took your charm lessons?

If I wasn't such a lady, I'd tap dance on your teeth.

Mr. Warnemont, I have had a very long day.

And the last thing I need is another night of constant barking.

Now, you understand that under these conditions, you can't hold me to a

That dog is impossible.

Do what I mean.

Brandon, settle down, boy.

I'm warning you, Warnermont. One more incident, and I'm calling the

Henry.

I never thought I'd agree with Frank Crank. But something's got to be done

Brandon.

Yes, I understand. I'll take care of it. Thanks for calling.

That was the Department of Animal Regulation.

The dog catcher?

Boy, Mr.

Frank sure loves to make trouble.

It's not just Mr. Frank.

They got quite a few calls.

Oh, really?

One man said that the barking sounded like a pack of wild dogs fighting over

meat.

And another caller said the barking woke up his dead grandfather.

Then there was a call from a little girl who said that she loved the barking.

And the dog sounded so...

Sweet and kind.

Really?

Sounds like a very bright little girl.

Nice try, Punky.

Oh, I'm at the end of my rope. I've got to do something about these complaints.

But what?

I don't know.

There must be some reason for Brandon's strange behavior.

Maybe he needs a doggy psychiatrist.

Punky?

We may have to muzzle him.

No, we can't remuzzle him, Brandon. It would break his heart.

Mrs. Janice. That dog of yours.

What happened?

He bit me, that's what happened.

He couldn't have. Brandon!

Are you all right? Should I call a doctor?

Don't bother. I'm going to call my own doctor. And then I'm going to call the

authorities and see to it that that animal is put to sleep.

No.

Brandon, this is very important.

Now listen with both ears.

A man is coming to... He's from the Department of Animal Regulation.

You've got to show him what a good dog you are.

No barking, no growling, no snapping, and definitely no biting.

Got it?

I hope that means yes.

Did you remember to check for doggy breath?

Don't worry, you minty fresh.

Now remember, we've got to convince this guy what a great dog Brandon is.

I'll tell him about the time Brandon ran... into a burning building, climbed

three flights of stairs, broke down the door and rescued a little baby.

Brandon never did that.

No, but he could if he had to.

Now, girls, no burning buildings, no fancy stories. We'll just tell the truth

and hope for the best.

Good afternoon. I'm Officer Nichols. Are you Mr. Warnemont? Yes. Please come in.

The animal in question on the premises?

Yes. Right there.

Say hello, Brandon.

Go ahead. He's a pussycat.

I don't really mean he's a cat. He's a pussydog.

We love Brandon. He's the sweetest, most generous dog...

He's very shy.

Not according to our records.

There have been numerous complaints filed against your dog.

Oh, I'm sure they're greatly exaggerated.

Brandon's always been very obedient and well -behaved.

Not only that, but he's very well -groomed, he's got good breath, and he's

marvelous cook.

Cook?

Thanks. It could be considered a bribe.

Now,

regarding these complaints, there have been 17 of them, and the first 13 came

from a Mr. Frank.

Mr. Frank contends that the dog viciously barks, growls, and snaps at

regular basis.

Aren't you the most thoughtful little doggy?

And Mr. Frank also contends that the dog wants him dead.

Yes.

Are you absolutely certain this is the animal in question?

Mr. Frank complains about everything.

It's his hobby.

But that still doesn't explain a much more...

Serious complaint from a Mrs. Jenner.

It was only a small bite.

Mrs. Jenner claims that the dog, though unprovoked, savagely attacked her.

That doesn't sound like Brandon.

Nonetheless, he did bite Mrs. Jenner, and the law states that we have to keep

him under observation for ten days to check for rabies.

No, you can't arrest him. Punky.

Sorry, folks.

I'm sure Brandon is a great dog.

He probably brews a great cup of coffee, but the rules are the rules. I'll have

to take him.

May I talk to him for a second before you take him away?

Sure.

Now, Brandon, be a good dog.

And remember, you're me on a...

Feel still.

Let's go, pal.

Dear Brandon, I can't believe it's only been four days.

Seems like four months.

I sure miss you.

The Wofferman's cat dug up your bone again.

Don't worry, I'll rebury it for you.

I hope they're giving you enough to eat.

Henry said I might be able to visit you, but sleeping over is definitely out of

the question.

I think Henry misses you as much as I do.

Almost.

Hi, Punky.

How's your mom's hand?

Oh, much better.

It really was just a scratch.

Hey, what happened to your eye?

Oh, you'll never believe it.

I fell over our coffee table.

You know, sometimes I think I have my feet on backwards.

Don't feel bad. Sometimes I trip when I'm sitting down.

Nice picture of Landon.

I was thinking, maybe you could talk your mom into saying it really wasn't

Brandon who bit her?

That it was a big, huge, vicious bird that flew down and attacked her?

You really want me to say that?

I guess not.

It would be a lie.

I guess you don't want to be friends with me now.

Since Mom's the reason Brandon's in trouble.

Leslie, don't be silly.

Of course I'll still be your friend. I can't blame you for what your mom did.

You're just an innocent bystander.

Mr. Warnemont, you can't deny that the dog bit me.

You'll just give Brandon another chance.

We'll muscle him.

We'll keep him inside.

I'm sorry. I think the animal should be put away.

No, Mrs. Jenner, please.

Hunky, I'll take care of this. Leslie, take those groceries upstairs.

Yes, ma 'am.

Don't punish Brandon.

Leslie, you saw the dog attack me.

But he was just trying to protect me.

I know you have to punish me because I'm always so bad.

But don't punish Brandon.

The subject is closed.

Oh, please.

He doesn't understand why you hit me.

What does she mean, you hit her?

He doesn't know what she's talking about. Leslie, upstairs.

Now!

Punky, you stay here. I have to talk to Mrs. Jenner.

Use that, please.

I'm on my way to the market.

Can I bring her a chuck steak for that eye? No, thank you. I'll take care of

Mrs. Jenner, I want to talk to you. It'll have to be some other time. No.

I think we'd better talk right now.

All right.

Would you join us, Betty?

Sure, Henry.

What's up?

Mrs. Jenner, please... I don't think that I... Please sit down.

Mrs.

Jenner, you gave Leslie that black eye, didn't you?

What?

Mr. Warnemont, this is none of your business. Wait a minute.

Something as serious as this is everybody's business.

You don't understand.

I love my daughter.

I'm not some kind of a monster.

I'm not saying you are, but we're concerned about Leslie. Well, I

that, but we don't need your help. I can handle this.

Maybe. But can Leslie handle it?

After all, the child's the one who suffers.

You know, as a nurse, I'm required by law to report any incident of child

to the police.

Child abuse?

Look, I just lost my temper.

Well, I may have overreacted.

This won't happen again.

How do you know it won't happen again?

Are you being honest with yourself?

I am working two jobs.

I'm under a lot of stress.

Sometimes I just find myself screaming and Leslie is the only one there.

Brandon must have heard you. That's why he was barking.

It's very hard being a single parent.

There's no disgrace to ask for help.

I love my little girl.

She is the most important thing in my life.

I don't want to hurt her.

Of course you don't.

And there's no doubt that you love Leslie.

There's a group of parents that meets at the hospital where I work.

It's called Parents Anonymous.

I'd be happy to take you there.

Will you go?

help.

I do. I don't want to hurt Leslie ever again.

I

can't

wait to see what Brandon looks like after ten days in the slammer.

We're here.

have to go to the big house again, I promise.