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¶ Woo ¶

¶ Come on ¶

¶ Yeah, these are the best days ¶

¶ Everywhere I go ¶

¶ I feel so alive ¶

(dogs barking and howling)

¶ Yeah ¶

¶ I'm happy head to toe, I'm in overdrive ¶

- Ah, pooch, I love hanging out with you guys.

You really know how to get the party started.

But you know folks are starting to talk.

- What folks, Tony?

- Yeah, what folks?

And are they talking about my lustrous coat?

Look at me, I just had a bath this morning. (chuckles)

Nice, huh?

- Very nice, Mugs, who washed you?

- I ran down to Suds and Buds

and used one of Bernie's holiday gift certificates.

They're not bad.

The Shih Tzu in there works wonders

on matted fur, let me tell you.

- I can see that.

- Don't get off topic, Tony, you said folks are talking.

What are they talking about? (dogs barking)

- I can't hear myself over this ruckus.

- Allow me, Tony. (barks)

- Wow, nice.

You've got to teach me that some time.

These dogs are animals.

- Don't I know it.

Okay come on, Tony, gossip.

- Yeah. (barks)

- Shh, they'll start up again.

- Oh right, sorry.

- There's been lots of noise complaints lately

with all the animals and people getting real upset

about all the racket we make here in Dog Town.

- (scoffs) What people?

- And what animals?

Who would possibly be bothered by our happy calls?

- That's just the thing, Larry.

Other folks don't see it as happy.

They see it as a bunch of annoying dogs who won't shut up.

- Well, bah.

- Tell them to come say it directly to our muzzles.

- Funny you say that, Mugs.

I spotted a letter on Bernie's desk the other day.

- A letter, did you eat it?

- Oh, well what did it taste like?

Was it on that fancy scented paper?

- Was it folded by somebody with bacon fingers?

- Mmm, bacon.

- No, no, nothing like that.

It was from some school, it had a weird name.

- Weird like Barkbusters?

I'd never go there.

- Train the dog right out of you that place.

- No, it was foreign sounding like German.

- German bratwurst.

- I think maybe French.

- Oh, french fries, mmm.

- French, huh?

I'm not worried about it then, the French love dogs.

You ever see how many purse poodles

those ladies carry around over there?

- Lots.

- And that's not even counting the ones on leashes.

I bet that school heard how awesome we are here in Dog Town

and sent an enrollment invitation letter.

- Yeah, maybe they want to recruit

for our best and brightest.

- Or maybe they want to shut us down.

- Shut us down, hush your mouth.

How can one little school shut down a town

all the way overseas?

- I don't know how little they are, Larry.

They sounded like kind of a big deal.

- Well, they can just come and visit

and see Dog Town for themselves, have a biscuit on us,

and see firsthand how happy we are.

- Mmm, biscuits.

- Listen, whatever it is they want,

I think it'd be a good idea to calm down a little bit

and not draw so much attention to ourselves.

I saw a stack of noise complaints a paw high

from the neighboring towns.

- Hmm, that sounds like a lot of noise complaints.

- Right, so I think if we just pipe down

and stop being so excitable all the time...

Squirrel!

(Larry howls)

(Mugs howls)

(dogs barking and howling)

- My goodness, Pierre, listen to all that noise.

It's an abomination.

(Pierre speaking in French)

In English, Monsieur Culotte.

Remember, these are dogs.

They can barely comprehend the basic English vocabulary

of stay, sit, fetch, and dinner is ready.

- Ah, how can I forget, Mademoiselle Hissifit.

- It's easy to forget that such creatures as mutts exist.

But they do, alas they do.

- It is so Lucille, it is so.

Well, shall we go in and locate who's in charge?

- I suppose, I was hoping we'd be met by a gatekeeper

or guards or a butler or something.

I never want to endure a situation like we had

on the English moors ever again.

- I agree, those wild hounds chased you for hours.

- Yes, thanks heavens I found that tree to climb on

and you were able to find and rescue me.

- I'll never leave mon ami Lucille in distress.

- Oh, Pierre, whatever did I do

to deserve such a loyal manservant?

- Manservant, moi, whatever do you mean?

I thought we were equals.

- Equal, to a cat?

Yeah sure of course, we're equals.

Come, let's find whoever's in charge of this zoo

and resolve this ridiculous situation.

- Of course, at once.

(dogs barking) (light music)

- Excusez-moi?

- Are you trying to clear a hairball or what?

- Greetings, allow me to introduce myself.

I am Mr. Pierre Culotte,

and this is my associate Miss Lucille Hissifit.

Who might we be speaking with?

- I'm Mutts, Merle Mutts.

- Well, Mr. Mutts.

We've come all the way from the prestigious

French dog training school Ecole de Chien.

I'm sure you've heard of it, yes?

- Nope. - Oh.

Well, at any rate here we are.

- Good for you, you want a treat or something?

- No, we don't want a treat.

We'd like to speak with whomever

is in charge of your delightful town.

- About as delightful as a case of mange.

- Huh, what was that?

- Oh nothing, just working on that hairball. (coughs)

- Well, don't hack it up near me.

I ain't cleaning up after no cat.

- Mr. Mutts, might you point us in the direction

of your town's alpha?

- The town's alpha?

You're looking at him, pal.

At least I was three years ago.

If I still was in my prime, I'd take a bite out of that

silly little cat you got there, make it my lunchtime toy.

- Oh my.

- Well then, Mr. Mutts, I am certainly glad time has passed.

Who might the current alpha be?

- I guess it'd be Bernie Barf,

but don't tell him you heard that from me.

We have a nice working relationship.

He leaves me alone, and I do whatever I want.

We make sure we don't pee over each other's markings.

(laughs) Just the way I like it.

- I imagine there are quite a few dogs who do

whatever they want here, isn't that right, Merle?

- I ain't sure I like your tone, cat.

- Lucille, remember the hounds.

- I've got this under control, Pierre.

Tell us, Mr. Mutts, where might we locate this Bernie Barf?

- Got me, he could be napping for all I know.

Why, you here to teach him some new tricks?

- You might say that.

(Pierre speaking in French)

Pierre, in English.

- Huh, what's that gobbledygook you're talking?

- I apologize, Mr. Mutts, we're French, you know?

- Yeah, I figured that.

The only thing that bothers me

more than a cat is a Frenchman.

- Well, I never.

- And you never will if you don't watch it, kitty.

- Please, Mr. Merle, we don't mean to disturb you.

We come as friends.

Where might we look for this Bernie?

- The park's where all the action goes down.

- The park, wonderful.

- But you better take treats if you go.

Couple of strangers strolling in our park empty-handed

might have a rough time.

- Thanks for the tip, kind sir.

- Don't sweat it, Frenchie.

- Oh, we never sweat, Mr. Mutts, we're refined animals.

- Yeah, good for you.

(Mugs howling)

- Excuse me, sirs, might we have a word with you?

- Sure, what's up?

- We're fine, thank you.

Are either of you named Bernie by chance?

- Bernie, no I'm Larry, Larry Slobberstick at your service.

- And they call me Mugs, Busiflous Mugs is my full name.

- It's an honor to meet you, boys.

Allow me to introduce us.

I am Mr. Pierre Culotte, and this my--

- Supervisor. - Supervisor?

- Mademoiselle Lucille Hissifit.

- [Mugs and Larry] Hello.

- Say, it takes some chutzpah

for a cat to show up in Dog Town.

- Ha, I can take care of myself, kind dogs.

Pierre and I are from the prestigious

French dog training school Ecole de Chien.

We've traveled the world over bringing etiquette and manner

to dogs, mutts, and hounds everywhere.

I have yet to meet a dog

that can get the better of me, meow.

- Especially if there are trees around you can hide in.

- What did you say?

- Nothing.

- Hey, Ecole de Chien?

That's the school Tony was telling us about, Larry.

That's the one that sent the letter.

- Oh.

- So, you guys can read?

- Well, kind of.

I personally can't read every word I see.

But I get the gist of stuff.

- Especially when it's read out loud.

- But Tony is a smart doggy, he can read.

- Some.

- Ha, sounds like some of you are already ahead of the game.

- Game, I love playing games.

What do you want to play, fetch?

- What he's trying to say is we've already contacted

you here at Dog Town.

- Encouraging you.

- To attend a good dog school where you would get trained

in dog manners and etiquette.

- Oui, you should attend our Ecole de Chien

in sun-kissed hills in the south of France.

- Wow, see I told you they were looking to recruit.

Me in France, sipping tea, eating croissants,

Mmm, croissants.

- Wow, that sounds delicious and swanky.

But with all due respect, Miss Hissifit, Mr. Culotte,

we love it here in Dog Town.

- Yeah, we do.

Running and playing and barking it up.

Though we don't have any croissants.

- There's no place like Dog Town in the whole wide world.

- That goes without saying, Larry.

We've been here only a few minutes,

and this town already seems very unique.

But you know that's not always a good thing.

- No, how can it not be a good thing

when we have so much doggone fun all the time?

- Well, you guys having so much fun all the time

sometimes means those around you

aren't having any fun at all.

- It does?

- Indeed, Mugs, it does.

Your town hall has received so many noise complaints

from neighboring communities recently

that we were called in to assess the situation

and devise a plan to resolve it.

- Oh, what does that mean exactly?

- It means we've been called here by your neighbors

to take action and bring a stop

to the uncontrollable barking and howling around Dog Town.

- Like we're hearing right now.

I can't hear myself think.

Might either of you say something to silence them?

- I don't know, we egg each other on quite a bit.

But we don't really hush one another much.

- Well, see there, this is something to work on.

- Why don't you talk to them, try something.

- Okay.

Hey, you guys, zip it!

Hey, dogs, it's me Larry, we're trying to talk over here!

Guess not, welcome to Dog Town, guys.

- Oh boy, this is going to be harder than I thought.

(sighs) Where would we find the dog named Bernie?

(dogs barking and howling) (light music)

(Tony howls)

Hello, excuse me?

(Tony howls)

Excuse me?

- Oh, yes?

- Are you Bernie?

- Bernie Barf, how can I help you?

Unless this is about dogs playing in the cornfields.

I don't know nothing about that.

- No, it's not about that,

although I'm sure it'll come up at some point.

- I'm Monsieur Pierre Culotte.

- And I'm Mademoiselle Lucille Hissifit.

- And we are from the prestigious

French dog training school Ecole de Chien.

- Oh right, I got your letter.

- You did, splendid, what did you think?

- About what?

- About our plan.

- Plan, what plan?

- The plan detailed in the letter, Mr. Barf.

- Please, call me Bernie, we're casual here in Dog Town.

- Yes, we could tell.

Bernie, did you happen to read our letter?

- Read it?

No, I can't read.

I mean, I know some words and stuff.

But stringing them together, forget about it.

I'm a dog, we eat letters.

- And did you eat our letter?

- Yep, it was yummy.

Which one of you eats the Dijon mustard?

- We both do.

- Mm-mm, you didn't bring any of that along, did you?

- I'm afraid not. - Drag.

- Allow me to summarize things for you, Bernie.

We're here because your neighboring communities

have complained about the round the clock noise in Dog Town.

- Noise, well we don't make noise here.

- What of the nuisance we just heard?

It took us a moment just to get your attention

amid all the hubbub.

- Well, sure we bark and howl, we're dogs.

- Bernie, therein lies the crux of the problem.

You dogs are too loud

and far too ill-behaved to police yourselves.

- Police, who called the police?

- Nobody yet.

- Instead, they called us.

You see, your neighbors just want to get along

and coexist in peace.

- Which is why we are here.

We'd like to help you find a way

to calm the hyperactivity in Dog Town.

- Especially that obnoxiously loud yellow mutt

we met earlier, my poor ears are still ringing.

- Yes, we must make sure that you and all of your dogs

continue to live free and comfortably happily ever after.

- And that can only happen if you guys stop barking so much.

- Hmm, exactly what will happen

if we don't quiet down around here?

- There's assurance your neighbors

will call an animal control officer.

- And animal control doesn't talk to you the way we do.

They'll come in trucks and break up your town

taking everyone to the local dog pound.

- Oh, the pound, oh no!

We dogs don't like the pound.

- Nobody does, Monsieur Barf.

- The dog pound is a sad and lonesome place.

You don't want to end up there, do you?

- Oh no, we don't, I'll talk to my dogs right away.

- Can you quiet them first?

- Sure. (whistles)

- Ah, that's better, now I can hear myself think.

Ah, little tiny kitty thoughts of fluffy white balls

of yarn rolling down a hill of sardine-flavored kibble.

(dog barks)

Meow, get your dogs to zip it, Monsieur Barf,

or off to the pound you all go, comprendre?

- What?

- Do you understand?

- Oh yes, yes I do, Miss Hissifit.

- Meow, good.

(light music)

(Mugs and Larry howling)

- Hey, Bernie.

- I need your attention, both of you.

- Uh-oh, are we in the doghouse?

- No. - Phew.

- It's more serious than that.

- What'd we do?

- Oh no, is this about the cornfield thing?

- [Larry] Shh.

- No, Mugs, it's not about the cornfield.

- Thank dog.

- It's about the nonstop barking around here.

- Oh yeah, is someone giving you problems, Bern?

- Point them out, we'll set them straight.

- I'm looking at them.

- They're behind us, aren't they?

- Mugs, he's talking about us.

- Us, what?

- Look, guys, I need you two to zip it.

- Zip what, Bern?

- Your muzzles, especially you, Lar.

- Me?

- Yes, you're the loudest and barkiest dog in this town.

You get everybody riled up and barking their heads off

around here the moment you start your howling.

- Oh yeah I know, it's just I got this issue, Bern.

Separation anxiety, you know?

- Yeah, Larry's got issues, Bern.

- I get antsy when I don't have my fire hydrant around

or my safety blanket or my chew stick

or my tennis ball or...

- Larry, I sympathize with this whole thing, I really do.

I too was a young dog once full of energy and strength,

impulses and questions, confusion and anxiety.

- You were?

- Sounds like you need a shrink, Bernie.

- You know, in my youthful years,

I just couldn't figure it all out.

I had such bad separation anxiety.

If my owner left the room to get a snack,

I'd totally freak out.

- Mmm, snacks.

- Oh, just like me and my tennis ball.

- Oh, I mean shaking, growling, barking,

howling, whimpering, the whole bit.

Things got so bad I even ignored my dog bed

and insisted on sleeping in the master bedroom.

And they let me. - Whoa.

- Yeah, then if someone got up and left me alone

even for a minute, I'd wet the bed.

- No way.

- Indeed, it got to the point where

I'd have to go everywhere with my owner

because if she'd leave uncrated at home,

I'd destroy the furniture.

I was what you'd call a bad dog.

- I had no idea, Bernie.

- Yeah well, neither did I.

That's how it got to the point that it did.

Nobody taught me that what I was doing was so annoying.

I just thought it was what you had to do

to bond with your person.

- How did you overcome it, Bernie?

- I didn't, my owner gave me away.

I grew up in a kennel with 20 other yapping dogs

who made a nonstop racket for 10 years.

- Oh, Bern, that's terrible.

- Well, not really, it actually helped me quite a bit.

- It did, how so?

- Well, I got so sick of listening to those hollering

kennel dogs that I escaped.

- Get out.

- That's right, I did.

For two years, I practiced vertical jumping in the yard.

The staff thought I was just doing tricks for treats,

so they'd clap, toss me snacks, and let me do my thing.

One night, I hopped a low fence and bailed

and never saw that place again.

- Wow.

- Wow.

- Now, I'm here talking to you two

as my two most annoying and loudest dogs in Dog Town.

Especially you, Larry.

- Oh boy.

- You got some lungs on you, boy.

- I think that's on account of my great grandma.

She's a bloodhound, you know?

- Do you think Bernie will be able

to talk any sense into these dogs?

- Judging by the ones we've met,

I'm not getting my hopes up, but anything's possible.

(dogs barking)

- Or not.

- So, after you escaped the kennel, Bernie, where'd you go?

- Oh, everywhere, anywhere, nowhere.

I wondered the land, became one with my spirit.

Got in touch with my inner wolf.

- How wild, what was it like being so free, Bernie?

- Yeah, how was it?

- Oh, it sucked.

- Oh. - Oh.

- It was cold and dangerous, I was hungry and thirsty,

eating out of trash bins and drinking from rain puddles.

- Yuck.

- It made me realize being a kept pet

wasn't so bad after all

and that even if your owner leaves the room,

they'll come right back and feed you

or play with you or show you love.

Or, heck, even if they didn't, you still had a place

in the home and everything was gonna be okay.

- Aww.

- I sure wish somebody had explained that

to the little old Bernie the puppy.

Would've spared big Bernie Barf some hard times.

Ah, but hey, everything I've been through

has made me the dog that I am today.

- Yeah.

- That's the spirit, Bern, you show them, big guy.

- That's just it, guys, I haven't been showing them.

I've been lost in my own thoughts,

resting on my laurels, getting complacent here.

Having a place like Dog Town to call home

is a tremendous blessing,

but it's an even greater responsibility.

I've been shirking that responsibility for a long time,

and now you dogs are out of control.

- We don't want to cause any problems, Bernie.

- Tell us what we're doing wrong, and we'll change it.

- That's nice of you boys,

but you ever heard of that saying,

if you have to ask, you'll never know?

- No.

- Well, there's a saying if you have to ask,

you'll never know, and well you just asked.

- Great.

- You're sending us to the kennel, aren't you?

- No, goodness, Mugs, do you think I'm heartless?

You guys are my hound brothers.

- Really, we can stay?

- Guys, listen, Dog Town is your home now and forever.

We don't turn our tails on our own kind no matter what.

Don't ever doubt that.

- [Mugs and Larry] Phew.

- I know you're very comfortable here, we all are.

However, on account of our behavior lately,

folks have been complaining and now we're in trouble.

- The French cat?

- The French human?

- I've made reservations at the Moping Hound Inn

for only two nights.

I'm hoping we get this hullabaloo

sorted out quickly, Pierre, this noise is insufferable.

- My eardrums are exploding, Mademoiselle Hissifit.

- My eyes are tearing, let's go get breakfast.

I need a bowl of warm milk

to get myself together rapidement.

- They're here to teach us how to behave like good dogs,

which means-- - Not barking so much?

- That's right, and we best listen or they--

- Or?

- Or possibly get a visit from animal control.

- Animal control?

- Let me get this straight, Bernie.

If the dogs who call Dog Town home don't pipe down

and stop barking and carrying on at all hours,

we might be in trouble with animal control?

- Yes, Larry, I'm afraid that's the situation we're in.

- Oh what, nobody threatens Dog Town, we'll fight.

- Hold on, Mugs, it isn't so simple.

The world views hostile dogs very harshly.

Not to mention a town full of them.

Resisting civil calls for peace and calm

is the worst thing we could do.

It could spell the end of Dog Town.

- Whoa.

How do you spell that?

- I know you guys enjoy the way things are,

but think about what I said about the path

I took in my own life and consider doing the same.

- You mean getting locked up in a kennel?

- No.

- Starving on the streets?

- Pay attention, Mugs.

Bernie's asking us to learn some neighborly manners.

Right, Bernie? - Exactly, good dog.

- (panting) Who's a good dog?

(panting) I'm a good dog.

(Mugs howls)

- Oh, we're doomed.

- Let us go talk it over, Bern, we'll do the right thing.

- Aww, you two are good boys.

- (panting) Who's a good boy.

(panting) I'm a good boy.

(Mugs howls)

(Larry howls)

(Mugs howls)

(dogs barking and howling)

- Guys, what did we just talk about?

- Oh yeah. - Sorry, boss.

- Good, now go get them.

(light music)

- What do you think, how do we stop

these barking urges we got, Lar?

Should we do what Bernie did and hit the road?

- I'm not sure, Mugs, it didn't sound like a bed of roses

with bacon grease poured on it.

Especially that stint at the kennel.

- A road trip sure sounds fun though.

- It could get un-fun in a hurry though

if we don't play it just right.

- Play, I'll play, you want to play now? (barks)

- Shh, calm down, Mugs, we shouldn't be drawing attention

to ourselves especially now.

(dogs barking) See?

Listen to what you've done.

- I'm sorry, Larry, I can't help it.

I'm a slave to my passions.

- That's what worries me.

How else can we break our bad habits if we don't

separate ourselves from this place and clear our heads?

- Oh, like I said before treats always work for me.

- Yeah, only there won't be any treats for us

or comfy beds or friends to turn to

or maybe even shelter and safety.

- Your version of a road trip sure does stink, Larry.

- We have to prepare for the worst, Mugs.

And hey, if it's not that bad at least we'll be ready.

Then we'll probably have a better time than we expected.

- Oh, I like me a good time.

- We sure had some good times here in Dog Town, eh buddy?

- Sure have, this is the tail-waggiest town there ever was.

- Remember over there when old George

peed on that downed power line?

- Ha, he got the shock of his life.

- Sure did, and over there when Big Toby got his snout

stuck in that peanut butter jar.

(Larry and Mugs laugh)

- It took half the day just to pull him loose.

- We've really had a blast here.

Made memories to last a lifetime.

I know every brick in this town like the back of my paw.

- Heck, I've whizzed on every brick in this town

and on the back of your paw.

- Thanks for that visual, Mugs.

- No prob.

(light music)

- Hey, Bernie my dear, how's the day treating you?

- Oh, Mrs. Dottie, just having some trouble

with the neighbors.

- Oh yeah, our pups are chasing the human bus again?

- Oh, it's the barking this time.

- (laughs) Dogs will be dogs, dear.

- Well, I sure do hope two of our loudest can stop inciting

such a ruckus for the good of all of Dog Town.

- It would be a really bad idea

to let animal control come to Dog Town.

- The worst.

- We've been off their radar here

ever since this place started.

Once they find it, they'll never stop coming.

- You think? - I know.

Any time a dog gets lost, they'll come looking for it here.

Any time a dog gets sick,

they'll come testing and vaccinating us.

Any time a dog does poorly in training,

they'll call us feral and we'll get the blame.

- I never thought of it like that.

- Animal control will use any excuse to pick up one of us

until the time comes when they pick up all of us.

And that's not even accounting for the developers

and the companies who will want this land to set up shop.

- Developers, companies?

Bernie would never corporatize Dog Town, Larry.

- You're right, he wouldn't, but they would.

Just as soon as they found out about it.

Straybucks, Walmutts, ugh, imagine that.

- We can't let them.

- Then we know what we have to do.

We'll leave first thing in the morning.

Take the high road and find our inner good dog.

It's time to say goodbye to Dog Town.

- Oh no, that's so sad.

That makes me want to... (howls)

- Shh.

- Oops, sorry.

(light music) (dogs barking)

(Merle howls)

- Hey, Merle.

- Top of the morning to you boys, you're up early.

- We're heading out.

- Oh yeah, going pigeon chasing?

- Not exactly, perspective chasing is more like it.

- Road's a tricky place to gain perspective.

Usually it's the other way around.

Remember what happened to Canner?

- How could we forget, Canner's a cautionary tale

for all of Dog Town.

- He always did love licking frozen electrical poles though.

- That he did.

- Does he have any of his teeth left?

- No, he can only lick the gravy out of the can.

What you boys looking for out there

in the mean streets anyway?

- Dog Town's in trouble, Merle.

If we don't change our ways,

we could find ourselves impounded or worse.

We're hitting the road to try

and break some of our bad habits.

- Then we come back home and teach the others.

- Noble, what if it doesn't work?

- We could lose everything.

- Ooh, I love high stakes.

Takes me back to my days on the riverboats.

- You were on the riverboats?

- I grew up on them, high adventure, Mugs.

- Wow, how'd you end up here with us?

- Our boat hit a rock and sank.

We were the only ones on the river that day,

so no one answered the old SOS.

- Whoa.

- Whoa is right, I paddled to shore and started walking

looking like a wet mop.

- Incredible.

- Lucky for me it was just down river from here,

my last shot of old riverboat luck I guess.

Bernie saw me walking and called me over

to share some kibble, said he'd just marked his territory

and was calling it Dog Town.

(laughs) The rest is history.

- Doggone.

- The road can be lucky or cursed, boys.

Keep your eyes open and yours ears perked.

Meet it head on, no other way to do it.

- Thanks, Merle.

- Don't mention it to anybody.

I have a crabby reputation to protect.

Besides, if the other dogs hear I'm out here

giving out advice, they'll never leave me alone.

If I ever find myself answering questions

about coat grooming and nail clipping,

I'm heading back to the river.

You got me? - Gotcha.

- Thanks for being a friend, Merle, we'll see you soon.

- Ha, if I had a bone every time I heard that one.

See you around, boys, don't do anything I'd do.

- Don't you mean don't do anything I wouldn't do?

- Nope, don't do anything I would do.

I'm all out of luck, trust me.

Ask yourselves what the opposite

of Merle's decision would be and then do that.

- Will do, Merle.

- Oh and don't chase any cars.

General rule, it's a bad idea.

- Your muzzle to our ears.

Well come on, Mugs, the day's a-wasting.

- Woohoo, world here we come.

It's not too much further now, just up around the next bend.

- What are we doing here, Mugs?

- Going back to the place of my youth.

It might help me figure out where I turned bad.

- You're a junkyard dog?

- Yep, me and my three brothers.

- You have brothers?

You never told me you had brothers, Mugs.

- Oh yeah, Jugs, Chugs, and Bugs.

- Um, Bugs?

- Yeah, he had some case of fleas, let me tell you.

- Junkyard dogs can be mean.

- No, not my guys, let's go meet the locals.

- I sure hope you're right, hey wait up.

(bright music)

- Wow, what kind of dog are you?

- Dog, goodness no, I'm a giraffe.

- A giraffe?

What happened to Marcus the Rottweiler who lived here?

- I don't know, I'm here now.

I work for the satellite company.

- You, a technician?

- No, but I help reception on account of my height.

My horns are like antennas.

I get paid pretty good for a giraffe.

- Cool, we didn't have giraffes when I lived here.

- You lived here?

- Yep, a long time ago.

- Well, I'm glad it was before my time.

You dogs are noisy creatures.

- Hey, not all of us, some of us are good boys.

- And which boys are you?

- Well...

- Exactly, noisy, loud, and obnoxious.

- Come on, Larry, she doesn't like us.

- I like peace and quiet, that means no dogs.

- But we're not noisy, loud, and obnoxious.

Right, Lar?

- We won't be after we find our inner good dog, Mugs.

Let's go, our journey's not over.

- So, you guys aren't moving in, thank goodness.

(light music)

- Who lives here, Mugs?

- Chaps the Saint Bernard.

He taught the junkyard pups how to bury bones.

Don't look like nobody's at home though.

This place looks like a dump.

- Who are you two to say my place looks like a dump?

- Huh, who's there?

- Pete Sniffs is my name, and who might you mutts be?

- I'm Larry Slobberstick.

- And I'm Busiflous Mugs.

- Busafilafusses Mugs?

Hey, did you used to live here?

- Yeah, a long time ago.

- Yeah, I've heard of you, your name's still scratched

into the wood down at the warehouse.

- Really?

- Mm-hmm, and there's big old paw prints in the concrete

from back when they poured it.

I used to curl up and sleep in them when I was little.

- You're still pretty little, fella.

- That some kind of mouse crack, Larry?

- Huh, oh no, just making conversation.

- Well, watch your slobbering tongue.

You've been here for barely two minutes

and already you've insulted my place and me.

If I didn't know better,

I'd say you had an attitude problem.

- Hey, what happened to Chaps the Saint Bernard?

- Moved out when rats moved in.

You know I never see dogs around here no more.

Are you guys rabid?

- Rabid?

Heavens no, we're the picture of health.

We're from Dog Town.

- So, you guys are what, escaped lab animals or something?

- Nope, not lab animals either.

- Ah, unwanted.

- Do we look like we'd be unwanted?

- Yeah, you do, what bring you dogs here?

- We're trying to find ourselves.

- Trying to find yourselves, you need a mirror or something?

- No, Mr. Sniffs, we're on a self-help mission

trying to break ourselves of old bad habits

and introduce some better ones in their place.

- Oh, I see, you're bad dogs.

- Bad dogs, no no no no no no no, we're just--

- That's what happened to all the junkyard dogs

that lived here, your friend Chaps too.

They were banned, too noisy, nobody wants bad dogs around.

- Wow, that stings like a newspaper to the nose.

- Welcome to life, buddy, what's your weakness?

Too aggressive, chew furniture, bark nonstop?

- That last one, I got this bad separation anxiety, you see?

- And you?

- And I just like to bark, don't know why.

Just being a dog, I reckon.

- Oh, I hate loud dogs.

Not to mention if you flap your yap around here,

you'll only attract predators.

As a mouse, I survive by being silent and stealthy.

Screw up one time and it's curtains.

- Oh yeah, I occasionally wee on the curtains.

- You do not.

- Only when I'm left alone too long.

- What's too long?

- Like five minutes.

- Pierre, I'm simply astounded

by all the noise these dogs make.

I don't see how anyone can hear

themselves think, sacre bleu.

- That's the thing, Madame Lucille.

I don't believe there's a lot of thinking

going on here in Dog Town.

- Well, I certainly hope Larry Slobberstick

and that Mugs fellow return with new attitudes.

If this place remains as it is,

I fear we'll be forced to impound every one of these hounds.

- What did you say?

- I thought our arrival might impart some peace and quiet

if only while we're here.

I've never seen a community so indifferent

to their bad image.

- What, I couldn't hear you.

- I said I thought our arrival

might impart some peace and quiet!

- What?

- Oh, never mind.

(light music)

(birds chirping)

- Ah, this is where Macy the Mutt

used to teach us pups how to bark the loudest.

- Did she ever teach you to bark quietly?

- No, the louder the better.

Ah, you think that's when I learned to be a bad boy?

- That could've been a start.

(light music)

- Just what do you two mammals

think you're doing on my turf?

- Your turf, why can't we be here too?

- 'Cause you're bad dogs, I can smell you a mile away.

We don't want bad dogs around here, so you best--

- We're not bad dogs.

- Oh, yes you are, I know your kind.

Just let me warn you two,

being a bad dog only leads to three outcomes.

You lose your food, you lose your shelter, or you lose you.

Remember that next time you want to act out.

- That's a lesson to be learned.

- True dat.

Well, we're awfully sorry to have disturbed you, Mr. Gator.

But thanks for talking to us, we'll get going now.

- Get going, don't you want to stick around for dinner?

- Mmm, dinner, what are you having?

- Okay, off we go. - What?

Oh, but I wanted to hear what Gator's having for dinner.

- No, you don't, come on, Mugs.

(light music)

- I don't know, Larry, I think you're wrong about Gator.

He seemed like a cool alligator.

I don't think he was gonna eat us, that's crazy talk.

- I wasn't about to stick around and find out, Mugs.

Where are we?

- Meg the Mutt lived here once.

She taught us pups how to chase after the bus.

Oh, you think that was bad too?

- Who are you, and what are you doing here?

- Huh, who said that?

- It's just me.

- Who are you, mister?

- Well, Big Jeb's my name.

- Oh hi, I'm Larry and this is my best friend Mugs.

- Hey, wait a minute, Big Jeb.

Are you that elephant who escaped

from the circus awhile back?

- The one and only.

- [Larry and Mugs] Whoa.

- Congratulations, bloodhounds, you found me.

The circus send you?

- Nobody sent us, Big Jeb, we're not bloodhounds.

We're just two dogs on a road trip.

- Trying to shed some old habits and learn some new ones.

- Oh, bad dogs.

- Aw shucks, everybody can see right through us, Mugs.

- In this world there are two kinds of dogs,

bad dogs and good dogs.

- We're trying to change, Mr. Big Jeb, we really are.

- We've been bad, that's sort of why we're here.

- Were you dropped off?

- What, no no no, we just barked so loud for so long

that we got our whole town in trouble.

- So, we struck out on our own to try and find out

what it takes to be good dogs.

- An honorable gesture to be sure.

- Yeah, you think so?

I think so.

- We don't know if we're getting it right, Big Jeb,

but we are learning lots about how other folks see us.

- Oh, that's your mistake.

- It is? - Yep.

You see, when I was at the circus,

the way folks looked at me I thought

I was just a circus elephant.

Once I got away, I realized I'm more than that.

I discovered I can tap dance and bust out a rhyme too.

- Whoa.

- So, don't worry about what others think about you.

It's about what you think about you.

So, I ask you again, are you a good dog or a bad dog?

- Hey, I'm a good dog.

- Oh yeah, why is that?

- Because well because now I know that everything

that makes me a bad dog in everybody else's eyes

I learned it out here when I was just a pup.

It's not really who I am.

- Looks like you learned your lesson, fella.

How about you?

- I don't know who I am, Big Jeb,

or why I am the way I am.

- Well, it's time you found out, ain't it?

- It is, I must go back home.

- The suburbs, whoa.

- How do we get there, Big Jeb?

- The burbs, well you need to go see Groan the Lion.

He has the resources and can show you boys the way.

- Wait, you mean the Groan, the theater actor?

- Whoa, he was in all the Wizard of Oz Off-Broadway shows.

¶ 'Cause I'm a big bad lion ¶

¶ Can't you hear me roar ¶

¶ From mountains to the treetops ¶

¶ To the sandy shore ¶

¶ I climb trees and chase prey ¶

¶ And snooze out in the sun ¶

¶ And if you want to pet my fluffy mane ¶

¶ Then come and get you some ¶

- Excuse us, Mr. Groan?

- That's right, dog, what you want, a picture?

I don't do phones out here,

so keep them gadgets in your pockets, you hear?

Or wherever it is you keep them.

- Thanks, Groan, but we're not looking for a picture.

We just-- - Autograph?

Yeah, I can do that, but just one.

I ain't signing two, you know what I'm saying?

I'll have to charge you for that.

You both want one, y'all can tear it down the middle.

- Hey, that's kind of cool, Groan the Lion's autograph

ripped in half like roar roar roar roar roar.

- Dang, chill out, don't be getting all spazzy.

- Huh, oh sorry.

- Who y'all want me to make it out to?

- Actually, we were just looking for directions.

- Directions, where?

Let me guess, Miss Sadie's?

I swear that dog gets all the tourists

since she's moved out here.

- She's out here too?

Wow, who knew the old junkyard

was such a hotbed of celebrities?

- Gotta go somewhere to get away

from all that yapping, you hear?

Clear your head, get some peace and quiet up in there.

They're building this place up, putting condos up and stuff.

Get some real estate while you can, guys.

- Wow, my old junkyard is gonna turn glitzy?

- Yeah, living well is the best revenge, dogs.

We honor our environment and our homes out here.

You know what I'm saying?

- I know what you're saying.

But, Groan, we're kind of turned around.

Do you think we can get directions to the suburbs from here?

- The burbs, y'all crazy?

What you want to hit up the burbs for?

Ain't nothing there but music and tofu, ugh.

You want to keep it real, you come to the junkyard.

- We understand, Groan, but we're touring

the places we were born.

And, well, Mugs here was raised

in the junkyard over the hill and--

- Oh, you OG, Mugs.

- Oh thanks, G.

- No, not G, OG.

- I grew up in the suburbs, white picket fence

and a big backyard, you know all that jazz.

- Oh, house dog.

- Well, I mean I've been out on my own for years.

Now I call Dog Town home.

- Oh, Dog Town, okay okay you're keeping it real, dog.

- Yeah, see, I'm keeping it real.

- Oh, I've been real from day one.

- Just follow the road up that way.

You'll pass a couple of factories.

Then before you know it, you'll be on paved road,

back with all them softies.

- Thanks, Groan, it was a pleasure meeting you.

- It usually is, my dogs, it usually is.

- Junkyard condos, Lar, can you imagine?

- That sounds too blingy for me, Mugs.

I like to keep it real.

- Word.

- Let's go, dog, our journey's not done.

To the burbs we go.

(light music)

Wow, this is it, Mugs, the house I grew up in.

I can hardly believe it, it still looks the same.

- Does it still smell the same?

- Well, no.

Some other dog's been marking in here.

- Smells like a few other dogs if you ask me.

Do you know who lives here now?

- No idea, but I wonder if all my old bones

are still buried out back.

I used to bury everything, oh boy.

- Oh, would you remember where you buried them?

- Would I, every last one.

- Wow, impressive.

It's nice here, why did you ever leave this place, Larry?

- I'm not exactly sure.

One day, my owner left the gate open and I chased my ball

out of the yard and down the street.

After wandering around for awhile, I found Dog Town.

It was the best place in the world.

I made friends, chased balls, it was home.

(light music)

- It's pretty comfortable here, Larry.

What would you do if you lived here again?

- Relax.

- That sounds good to me.

Why would we jump off the walls barking and going crazy

when we could relax and take it easy?

- I know, right?

Look, that's the same sofa I slept on.

- No way. - Way.

And look at how the light falls through the front window.

That's the same sun patch I used to snooze in.

Oh, it is so cozy.

- Oh boy, I'm tempted to take a nap right now.

- Not if I beat you to it, buddy.

- Are you saying you're faster than me, Larry.

- I sure am, Mugs.

- That sounds like a challenge.

- Take it anyway you want.

- Wowza, look at this dining room.

Imagine all the meals we could have in here.

Entrees and side dishes and seconds galore.

- I've been there, Mugs, I don't have to imagine.

Trust me, it's as amazing as it looks.

- Larry, are you thinking about not going back to Dog Town?

- I don't know.

This is a nice walk down memory lane and all,

but somebody else lives here now.

This isn't my life anymore.

- I know, but do you miss it?

- Hmm.

- Oh wow, look at that kitchen.

- Hold up, buddy, that's my kitchen.

- (howls) What a kitchen, Larry, what aromas.

Ah, what magic must be cooked and baked

and simmered and stewed.

- (barks) Oh, you have no idea, Mugs.

The tastes, the flavors, the recipes.

- Imagining is as close as you'll get, road dogs.

- Whoops, hi.

- Hi yourself, stray.

- Wait a minute, stray, we aren't strays.

We're from Dog Town, howling and barking it up.

- Shh, we're good dogs, Lar, good dogs.

- Oh, right, we're good dogs, lounging and curling up.

- Ha, let me guess you have a leash and collar

you want to sell us too?

- No.

- No, not at all.

- We don't wear collars.

- Aha, you don't wear collars because you're strays.

- Street dogs. - Bums.

- Urchins. - Ne'er do wells.

- Ne'er do whats, what is that?

- They're dimwitted too.

- You can say that again.

- They're dimwitted too.

- I feel dizzy, Larry.

- Stay strong, Mugs, these suburbanites can't stop us.

We're straight out of Dog Town.

- Well, I'm Mr. Spots, and I live here.

- And I'm Mrs. Wags, and I live here too.

- And if you two are good dogs, why don't you wear collars?

- We don't wear collars 'cause we're free.

- Yeah, we're free dogs from Dog Town.

- There's no such things as a free dog.

- There's house pets.

- And street mutts.

- You're wrong, there's a place called Dog Town

where dogs live free.

- Really? - Yeah.

- If that's the case, why are you two here?

- That's because we might lose our freedom

if we don't learn to be good dogs.

- What are you doing that's so bad?

- Well, we bark a lot.

- But that's uncivilized, city dogs don't bark.

- City dogs don't bark? - Nope.

- They don't howl? - No way.

- They don't mark, they don't snarl?

- Goodness no, why would we, who wants to live like wolves?

- Not me.

- When you live in a town, you act like a good dog.

It's the rule. - Yeah.

This is not the woods. - Or a junkyard.

- Hey.

- If you've really come from a town,

you should know all this.

- Well, maybe our town dogs never learned

what it's like to be civilized.

- We're just a motley mutt crew

from all over this whole wide world

who found a place that accepted us the way we are.

- Until our neighbors complained we were bad dogs.

- All dogs can be good dogs with some training.

- Yeah, it's not that hard.

First thing you do is break your bad habits.

Where did you learn to be a bad dog?

- Here.

- You used to live here?

- Yes.

- Are those your bones buried in the backyard?

- Yes.

- Who taught you how to bury bones?

That's the worst dirt job I've ever seen.

- Aw shucks.

- What else did you learn when you were here?

- Well, I got real nervous when I was left alone,

and then I barked and barked and barked to calm myself down.

- Did it work?

- Well, no.

- So, why did you keep doing it?

- I was a puppy, I didn't know any better.

I didn't have anybody teach me otherwise.

- Ah, no puppy training.

- And that's bad?

- Very bad. - Oh.

- But it's not your fault, you were just a puppy.

How would you know? - I wouldn't.

- But now you're an adult dog.

- And you can change your ways.

- It's all up to you.

- There comes a time in every dogs life when they've got

to ask themselves am I a good dog or a bad dog?

- So, which are you, Larry?

- What a trip, I don't even know

what to say right now, Mugs.

- Same here, Larry, I'm feeling all the feels.

- I don't know about you, good buddy,

but I see the error of our ways.

- Do you think Dog Town will feel the same way?

- I don't know, Mugs, but we're about to find out.

- What's going on, buster?

- Who are you calling buster, mister?

- Either one of you, from the looks of you I figure

there's a 50/50 chance that one of you is named Buster.

So, which is it?

- Neither, I'm Larry and he's Mugs.

- Well darn, can't win them all I guess.

I'm Buck.

- What are you doing out here, Buck?

I thought they chased out all the junkyard dogs

so they could build condos.

- I'm a holdout, the last dog standing.

I'm all alone, but I got nowhere to go, so I stick around.

It's lonely out here for a junkyard dog sometimes.

- You ever hear of Dog Town?

- Dog Town, of course I have.

I don't know how to get there,

otherwise I'd have moved there a long time ago.

- You think they'd take you?

- Do I think?

Words out, bud, Dog Town accepts any canine

with the do claws to show up.

- That's true, but you have to behave.

Dog Town doesn't just put up with any bad dog.

- I'm not a bad dog, guys.

I'm one of the best boys you'll find anywhere.

I'm a junkyard dog, we're tough but we're good to the bone.

- It's true, junkyard dogs are good dogs with a bad rap.

- I know it, my best friend is a junkyard dog.

- Aw thanks, Lar.

- Say, you guys know directions to Dog Town?

- Well, here we are, Mugs.

- (sniffs) Oh, Dog Town never smelled so good.

- Shh, listen to that?

- Listen to what?

- That silence.

- Wow, you're right, nobody's barking.

- You know for a minute there,

I really thought we might never see this place again.

- I knew we would, Larry.

What would a place like Dog Town do

without its coolest dynamic dog duo.

- You're right, Dog Town needs us.

Do you think they'll welcome us home?

- There's only one way to find out.

Hello, anybody here?

(light music)

- Hello, hello, where is everybody?

(light music)

Tony! - Hey, buddy.

- Larry, Mugs, you're back.

- Of course we are.

- Did you think you could get rid of us that easy?

- Not at all, but none of us knew

how long it would take you to you know.

- To become good dogs?

- Oh, you guys have always been good to me, you know that?

- Thanks, Tony.

The problem was we weren't being good to anyone else.

- Right, but we've learned a thing or two

since you last saw us.

- Oh yeah? - Yeah.

Hey, we couldn't help but notice

no one came to greet us when we walked in.

How's it been around here?

- It's been calm, everyone's relaxed.

There haven't been any complaints.

Mr. Culotte's becoming quite the Frisbee thrower.

But I don't think that cat's very amused.

Bernie even got a delivery of chewy bones

from the other town as a thank you

for keeping the noise down.

- Wow.

Now I really feel bad, the problem was us all along.

- Hey, we all had a paw in behaving badly, Mugs.

I don't think anyone ever thought it was one dog's doing.

- No, but we know better.

If I'd been cooler between the ears sometimes

and didn't get the others whipped up into such a frenzy,

Dog Town never would have found itself

in trouble in the first place.

- Listen, Larry, what's done is done.

The important thing is you guys are back

and everything's under control.

Squirrel! (barks)

- There goes the town.

- Can't cure them all I guess.

- I wonder if they'll blame that on us.

- I think the squirrel's to blame on this one, Larry.

- I think you're right.

Come on, let's find Culotte and Hissifit.

We have some apologizing to do.

- What do you say, Lucille,

are you up for a game of Frisbee?

- I think these dogs are getting to you, Pierre.

You never cared about Frisbee before.

- No, but what a wonderfully fun pastime.

Do you know that the Frisbee's history is immeasurable?

People have been tossing disc-shaped objects around

practically since the beginning of time.

- How fascinating. - Isn't it?

- You should go throw one right now.

- Yeah, you want to?

- No, just you and chase it, then throw it again and repeat.

- (laughs) That's why I like you, Lucille.

You're one funny cat.

- Supervisor, cat supervisor.

- Ahem, yes right.

Well, look who's returned.

- Our last pair of troublemakers.

- That's us, we're glad you guys are still here.

- Oh really?

- Yeah, we wanted to talk to you.

- And apologize for giving Dog Town such a bad name.

- And making you guys come all this way

just to give us dogs one more chance.

- Oh, well, apology accepted.

- Let me tell you boys something.

Your town is incredibly fun, and it's a joy to see so many

dogs living such quality lives surrounded by friends

and loved ones without a want or need in the world.

- Pierre pours it on a little thick.

- Like gravy.

- Mmm, gravy.

- To be honest, I wasn't exactly thrilled at the prospect

of traveling thousands of miles to a place called Dog Town.

But your community has been a pleasant surprise.

- Oh yeah?

- Yes, your food is decidedly subpar

and the shedding problem is utterly unmanageable.

But your species has shown a willingness and propensity

to learn beyond anything we'd expected.

- We're pretty doggone smart, right?

- And you're great Frisbee players.

- Pierre's speaking for himself of course.

I'm far too aloof to engage in tomfoolery like Frisbee.

(Pierre speaking in French)

English, Pierre, English.

- Ah, sorry.

- Listen, we appreciate getting the chance to learn

and having the opportunity to become

better dogs all on our own.

- Yeah, and we love what you've done with the place.

I've never seen Dog Town so calm and quiet.

- Well, good behavior is what we

at Ecole de Chien pride ourselves on.

- We are the most prestigious school in all of France.

- It shows, and we'll do our dead-level best

to make you guys proud of your involvement with Dog Town.

- Yeah, we're gonna turn our bad reputation around.

- Good, now how about we go to the park

for a nice game of Frisbee.

- [Tony] Squirrel!

- Tony can play Frisbee like nobody's business.

- You oughta catch him, he'll play all day.

- Oh yeah, Tony, wait up, how about a game of Frisbee?

- You know if he keeps finding new Frisbee partners,

you dogs might end up with a new neighbor here.

- As long as he keeps it down.

We have a noise ordinance here in Dog Town.

(all laugh)

(light music)

- Larry, Mugs, you're back so soon.

- It didn't take us long to learn

what we've been doing wrong, Bernie.

- Yeah, we're smart dogs.

We're just not always good dogs.

- Nonsense, you're two of the best residents we have here.

Nobody's perfect, but if we can learn from our mistakes

we become the best we can be.

- I want to thank you for giving us the chance

to turn things around, Bernie.

It probably would've been easier to single out

a couple of troublemakers and let animal control

take them away as an example to the others.

- But you were there for us

and let us know what the problem was

and how you thought we could fix it.

We're grateful, Bernie.

- Boys, I couldn't be any prouder than I am right now.

You've shown us all how loyal, intelligent, adaptable,

and down right special dogs are.

And now the folks at Ecole de Chien know

that there's an awesome dog community

of well-behaved boys and girls right across the pond.

- Ha, take that, prestigious dog school.

- (laughs) How did you two enjoy life on the road?

- It was an eye-opener to say the least.

A lot of animals out there really need

a safe place to call home.

It made us realize how lucky we are to live here.

- Yeah, it's safe to say we've returned

with a whole new appreciation for Dog Town.

- We love our Dog Town with all our hearts,

and we'll never put it in jeopardy ever ever again.

- I'm very happy to hear that you two.

And on that note, this is the perfect time to introduce you

to our newest resident.

Boys, say hello to your new neighbor, Luther Bones.

(Luther howls)

(Luther and Mugs howl)

- Say, Bernie, maybe you could clear something up for us.

Is there room for one more dog in Dog Town?

- Well, we certainly have room for one more canine

if he behaves of course.

- Phew, that's great because we met a new friend

on our travels and thought we'd invite him back with us.

- Oh, what new friend?

- This one. (whistles)

Come on in, Buck.

- Wow, nice place you have here.

Can't wait to be part of your canine community, pals.

- You're welcome, Buck.

- Aw, guys, aren't you good boys.

- Yeah, we are good boys. (barks)

(dogs barking)

- Yeah, we are good boys. (barks)

(dogs barking and howling)

- Boys, hey calm, boys, it's kind of loud.

Oh, we're gonna get in trouble again.

It's too loud, it's too loud, doggone it.

(Bernie howls)

(dogs barking and howling)

- Oh my goodness, listen to that.

Should we go back?

- Are you just going to play Frisbee?

- Once things are back under control, yes.

- Then no, come on, we're going straight to the airport.

I need a cat nap.

- But the barking.

- We'll send the authorities, our job here is done.

I thought we had succeeded in silencing those dogs,

but it looks as if we failed.

Let's go, Pierre.

(Pierre speaking in French)

Now, Pierre.

- But I left my Frisbee.

(Lucille speaking in French)

Okay, okay.

- Oh no, we're in trouble again.

- Allow me.

(whistles) Shut your muzzles, gang.

This town's gonna be quiet from now on, you hear?

- Hey, how did you do that?

- That's how we keep the law down at the junkyard.

When your neighbors are lions and alligators,

you got to act tough. (laughs)

- Wow.

- Sometimes a dog acting bad can make other bad dogs good.

- You know it, now I'mma gonna pee on some trees

and make myself at home if you don't mind, gang.

- My pee spot is your pee spot, Buck.

(all laugh)

(clock chimes) (birds chirping)

- Hey, the barking, it stopped.

- Does it mean we are not calling the authorities?

- (sighs) Oui, we'll leave this town alone.

Looks like they can work their problems out by themselves.

We don't need to give them any trouble.

- Does it mean we can go back and play Frisbee?

- No, it does not, let's go, Monsieur Culotte.

- But--

- I'll get you a Frisbee at the airport, how's that?

- Ah yes!

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