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(Wind howling)

(Bangs gong)

(Lights matchstick)

Ten centuries ago, before
the age of obedience,

free dogs roamed at Liberty,
marking their territory.

Seeking to extend its dominion,

the cat-loving kobayashi
dynasty declared war

and descended in force

upon the unwary
four-legged beasts.

On the Eve of total
canine annihilation,

a child warrior
sympathetic to the plight

of the besieged underdog dogs

betrayed his species,

beheaded the head of the
head of the kobayashi clan

and pledged his sword

with the following
battle-cry haiku.

I turn my back

on man-kind!

Frost on window-pane.

He would later be known

as the boy samurai
of legend, rip.

At the end of the
bloody dog wars,

the vanquished mongrels
became powerless house-pets:

Tamed, mastered, scorned.

But they survived
and multiplied.

The kobayashis, however,

never forgave their
conquered foe.

(Drumming)

(Shouts)

Narrator: The
Japanese archipelago,

20 years in the future.

(Speaking Japanese)

Narrator: Canine saturation

has reached epidemic
proportions.

An outbreak of snout-fever

rips through the
city of megasaki.

Blizzards of infected fleas,
worms, ticks and lice

menace the citizenship.

Dog-flu threatens to cross
the species threshold

and enter the human
disease-pool.

(Kobayashi speaking Japanese)

Narrator: (In english) In a
special midnight-session

at the municipal dome,

mayor kobayashi
of uni prefecture

issues emergency orders

calling for a hasty quarantine:

The expulsion and
containment of all breeds,

both stray and domesticated.

By official decree,

trash island becomes
an exile colony.

(Continues in Japanese)

(Audience applauding)

Narrator: (In english)
The isle of dogs.

(Speaking Japanese)

(In english) Respect-o.

(Speaking Japanese)

(Clears throat)

(Speaking Japanese)

Nelson: (In english) It's
not fair to the dogs.

The path favored
by mayor kobayashi

is cruel and unscientific.

For a thousand years,

these resilient
animals have loved,

served and protected us.

Now, in their time
of greatest need,

we forsake them again?

A tidal-wave of
anti-dog hysteria

has crippled our moral judgment.

Give me six months, and
I will deliver a serum.

I'm this close, dammit.

Dog-flu will be eradicated.
Snout-fever will be defeated.

Canine saturation
will be returned

to sustainable levels

and without mass-neutering!

(Speaking Japanese)

(In english) Whatever happened
to man's best friend?

(Crowd jeering)

No, no, no!

The crowd is calling for
the immediate ratification

and approval of the
mayor's proposal.

(Speaking Japanese)

Nelson: (In english) As a
gesture of public solidarity,

mayor kobayashi is calling upon

his assistant
hatchet-man, major-domo,

to furnish the
personal bodyguard-dog

of the mayoral-household,

spots kobayashi,

into the possession
of the committee

for canine desaturation.

Spots will be the first dog

to be officially
deported from the city.

(Audience applauding)

(Wind howling)

(Rat squeaking)

(Thunder rumbling)

Narrator: Six months later.

- (Barking)
- (Squawking)

Narrator: Nomadic packs
of once-domesticated

house-pets, sick and hungry,

rove the garbage canyons
and filthy ravines,

scrounging for scraps.

One hundred per
cent test positive

for the dog-flu germ.

Symptoms: Weight-loss,
dizziness,

narcolepsy, insomnia,

and extreme/aggressive behavior.

(Growling)

Three-quarters display signs
of early-onset snout-fever:

High-temperature,
low blood-pressure,

acute moodiness

and spasmodic nasal expiration.

The exiled dog-population grows
weaker, sadder, angrier.

Desperate.

(All growling)

(Growling continues)

Hey, wait a second.

Before we attack each other
and tear ourselves to shreds

like a pack of maniacs,

let's just open the sack first
and see what's actually in it.

It might not even be
worth the trouble.

- What do you say?
- I'm not sure.

Maybe.

Alright.

A rancid apple core; Two
worm-eaten banana peels;

a moldy rice cake;
A dried-up pickle;

tin of sardine bones; A
pile of broken egg-shells;

an old, smushed-up,
rotten gizzard

with maggots all over it...

- Okay, it's worth it.
- (All barking)

(Howls)

(All panting)

Get out of here and
don't come back.

Sheesh, Igor. I think
he chewed your ear off.

Igor: Hmm... hmm.

(Sneezes)

(Flies buzzing)

(Rats squeaking)

(Spits)

I don't think I can stomach
any more of this garbage.

- Same here.
- Words out of my mouth.

I used to sleep on a
lamb's-wool bean-bag

next to an electric
space-heater.

That's my territory.
I'm an indoor dog.

I starred in 22 consecutive
doggy chop commercials.

Look at me now. I couldn't
land an audition.

I was the lead mascot

for an undefeated high-school
baseball team. (Sneezes)

I lost all my spirit.
I'm depressing.

I only ask for what
I've always had:

A balanced diet,
regular grooming,

and a general
physical once a year.

I think I might give up.

- What, right now?
- Right now.

There's no future
on trash island.

(Sneezes) You heard the rumor, right?
About buster.

King: Not sure. Rex:
Can you remind me?

Who's buster?

Uh, my brother from
another litter.

- What happened to him?
- Suicided.

Hanged himself by his own leash.

- Hmm.
- Oh, boy.

I want my master.

Chief: (Scoffing) Ah...

You make me sick.

(Vomits)

I've seen cats with more
balls than you dogs.

Stop licking your wounds!

You hungry? Kill
something and eat it.

You sick? Take a long nap.

You cold? Dig a
hole in the ground,

crawl into it, and
bury yourself.

But nobody's giving
up around here,

and don't you forget it, ever.

You're Rex!

You're king!

You're Duke!

You're boss!

I'm chief.

We're a pack of scary,
indestructible Alpha dogs.

You're talking like a bunch
of house-broken... pets.

You don't understand. Uh, how could you?
You're a...

Go ahead, say it.
I'm a stray, yeah.

(Rustling)

(Sneezes) How does she
keep her fur so clean?

There's no shampoo
on trash island.

You heard the rumor, right?
About her and Felix.

Rex: What'd they say?
King: Felix? No.

- Chief: What happened to them?
- They mated.

- (King inhales sharply)
- Ooh.

- (Boss clears throat)
- Who is Felix again?

All the ones I like:
They're never in heat.

Hey, now, that puddle-jumper's
flying crooked.

- Oh, you're right.
- Ease up.

- Pull up.
- He's gonna lose a wing.

(Engine sputtering)

(Gasps) Wow.

(Breathing heavily)

(Grunts)

"Narrator: Part one:
The little pilot."

Small guy. Not much meat on him.

Yeah, is he dead?

- He looks dead.
- I have a question.

Are we eating him,
or is this a rescue?

We don't know yet.

Nobody's eating
the little pilot.

Not even the dead body of him.
Dogs don't eat masters.

You're not our leader. We all are.
Let's take a vote.

All in favor of not eating
the little pilot, say "aye".

All: Aye. Chief: Nay.

(Growls)

First-things-first:

Let's open his helmet

so he can breathe some
air if he's alive,

then see if we can pull that

hunk of broken propeller-clutch

out of the side of his head
if it doesn't kill him.

- Does that sound right?
- All: Yeah, that's right.

King: Mmm-hmm.

(Breathing heavily)

(Speaking Japanese)

(Sneezes)

(Continues breathing heavily)

Spots-u! Spots-u! Spots-u!

(In english) We get the idea.

You're looking for
your lost dog, spots.

- Does anybody know him?
- Hmm. No.

Uh-uh.

(Grunting)

- (All gasp)
- Wow.

(Crowd cheering)

(Cheering)

(Whispering in Japanese)

Nelson: (In english) In
response to questions

regarding the purported
disappearance

of his ward atari,

mayor kobayashi
offers no comment

and urges reporters to respect

the privacy of the
mayoral-household.

Atari, aged 12, was last
seen early yesterday morning

rolling a small
airplane onto a runway

at megasaki executive airport.

(Atari whistling)

Narrator: 24 hours later.

(Whistling continues)

(Growls)

I bite.

I beg your pardon.
Ignore that dog.

He's got snout-fever.

Just please follow us.

(Sneezes)

Rex: Now, I never met
him, but I asked around.

I understand he made
a lot of friends.

He had a very good-natured
temperament, I'm told.

Of course, you would know best.

It's just a bit further
up here on the left.

Anyway, as I say, he
seemed to have been

an extremely pleasant animal.

Unfortunately, nobody
could figure out

how to open his dog-cage.

Narrator: Three years earlier.

Nelson: The sole
survivor of last week's

colossal bullet-train disaster,

a young boy named atari,

awoke from a deep-coma
early this morning

to learn of his
parents' tragic deaths

and also the intention

of his distant-uncle,
mayor kobayashi,

to personally adopt him

as ward to the
mayoral-household.

Upon his release from
megasaki general,

atari who suffered the
loss of his right kidney

and numerous broken
bones in the crash

will live in
sequestered quarters

within the confines
of brick mansion,

where he will be educated in
solitude by private tutors.

Atari has also been
assigned a security-detail

for his own protection

in the form of a highly
trained bodyguard-dog

named spots kobayashi.

(Monitor beeping)

(Major-domo speaking Japanese)

(In english) Um,
you're my new master.

My name is spots. I'm
at your service.

I'll be protecting your
welfare and safety

on an ongoing-basis.

In other words: I'm your dog.

(Major-domo yells)

(Speaking Japanese)

(In english) Bodyguard-dog!
Not pet!

(Headset beeping)

(Beeping)

(Speaking Japanese)

(Whispering in Japanese)

(In english) I can hear
you, master atari.

(Continues whispering
in Japanese)

(In english) I can hear you.

I can hear you. I can hear you.

Dogs: Oh, no.

You need a key.

(All speaking Japanese)

(Atari speaking Japanese)

(Whistling)

(Continues whistling)

(Rat squeaking)

(Engine starting)

(Speaking Japanese)

(Beeping)

(Radar beeping)

(Sighs deeply)

- Where'd you get that?
- What? I always had this.

I stole it off the
dead skeleton.

(Gasps) Oh, no.

Hey! The wrong dog died!

The wrong dog died!

(Shouts)

(Speaking Japanese)

(Panting)

The wrong... The wrong dog died.

He's not spots.

Who is that?

(Sniffing)

I can't smell him.

(Kobayashi speaking Japanese)

(Phone rings)

(Snaps fingers)

(Drone whirring)

(Man speaking Japanese
over speakers)

(Shouting in Japanese)

(All speaking Japanese)

(Dogs whining)

(Atari groaning)

(In english) This
is child abuse.

Chief, you fight the robot-dog.

Wait. What?

King, Duke, boss? You attack
the three dog-catchers.

- King: On it.
- I'll guard the little pilot.

On my command. Ready?

Wait a second!

I am not gonna fight this robot!

I'm against the little
pilot, remember?

I don't even believe in masters.

You're the best in a scrap.

We all know that.
You like to fight.

Well, let's take a vote.

All in favor of chief

fighting the
robot-dog, say "aye".

All: Aye. Chief: Nay.

Sic 'em.

(Dogs barking)

(Growls)

(Barking continues)

(Speaking Japanese)

(Alarm blaring)

(Speaking Japanese)

(In english) My ward, atari,

has been kidnapped
against his will

by a pack of disobedient,
contagious, infected animals.

He will be rescued promptly,
returned to safety,

and grounded for the duration
of his childhood years.

His five dog-abductors

have been identified
through the use

of advanced tooth-and-tail
recognition software:

They will, of
course, be captured

and violently destroyed.

(Speaking Japanese)

- (Bell rings)
- (Cat yowls)

(In english) Chief ought
to get a check-up, too.

He looks worse than anybody.

(Speaking Japanese)

(Shouting in Japanese)

(In english) I wish somebody
spoke his language.

(Speaking Japanese)

(In english) Sit-o!

Well, I understood that.
Sit down.

Sit-o!

Chief! Sit!

I don't sit.

You're disobedient! Sit!

No.

(Music playing on radio)

(Sneezes)

- (Wind howling)
- (Music continues playing)

Nutmeg: I wouldn't drink
that, if I were you.

It's full of toxic chemicals.

How do you know?

Because my sister-in-law
drank it,

and her tongue turned black.

Oh.

You're Felix's mate.

I beg your pardon?

I mean, I think you mated

with Felix, if I heard it right?

That's none of your business.

No, no, I don't suggest

whether it actually
happened or not.

I'm just saying that
I recognize you

from when I heard that rumor.

(Sneezes)

I think I'm going
to say good-night.

Wait, wait, wait. No.

Wait. Start over. Who
cares about Felix?

I'm chief. (Clears
throat) That's my name.

I see.

I'm introducing myself.
Who are you?

I thought you knew all about me.

(Chuckles) No, I
don't know anything.

I should've kept my mouth shut.

It's all hearsay.

Anyway, you're nutmeg.

So you do know me, after all.

After all? Yes.

You a show-dog, nutmeg?

I was bred as a show-dog.

I was groomed for that purpose.

It wasn't my choice.

I don't consider it my identity.

Anyway, look around.

What difference
does it make now?

So that's a yes.

So that's a: Yes, I used to be.

May I join you?

(Nutmeg gasps)

You've been attacked.

Hmm. What else is new? You
should see the other dog.

(Clears throat) Actually,

I think he was made
of stainless-steel.

I couldn't get my
teeth into him.

Who is the little pilot?

What'd he do? Why
are they after him?

Nobody knows.

You're a stray, aren't you?

Yes, I'm a stray.

But aren't we all? In the
last analysis, I mean?

Were you trained?
For competition.

I was a show-dog.

- You know a few tricks, then.
- A few.

Can I see one?

Maybe if I get to
know you better.

Fair enough.

It's not true, by the way.

About me and Felix.
For the record.

I wouldn't bring puppies
into this world.

I don't believe in masters.
I never did.

It's against my principles.

But this is no place
for a dog like you.

You belong somewhere.
You've got papers.

Oh, I'm full-grown, sweetheart.

You don't have to
worry about me.

Good-night.

I hope I'll see you again.

- Here's one.
- One what?

I'm supposed to be spinning
a nine-pound bowling-ball

over my head at this point,

but you just have to
imagine that part.

Oh.

I can picture it.

Will you help him?
The little pilot?

Why should I?

Because he's a 12-year-old boy.

Dogs love those.

King: Spots, whoever he is,

might be alive, and
he might be dead,

but one thing's for sure:

He's nowhere around here.

He's not in the dog-community.

There's probably another
500 Japanese hectares

of unmapped waste-land

on trash island at least.

Where do we start?

(Clears throat) Also, the
mental health question:

Maybe it's because of that

propeller-clutch stuck
in the side of his head

I can't say, I'm not a doctor,

but I think the little
pilot's got a screw loose.

Those are the cons.

You heard the rumor, right?
About the little pilot.

- Which rumor?
- What is that?

Kobayashi is his distant uncle.

He's the mayor's ward.

- What?
- All: Whoa.

Be that as it may, let's
look at the pros.

That boy flew here, all alone,

and crash-landed
onto this island

for one reason; One reason only:

To find his dog.

To the best of my
knowledge, no other master,

not one single human master,

has made any effort to do that.

They've forgotten all about us.

I propose we start
tomorrow, first-light.

We'll cross the middle fingers.

We'll find the
tugboat on the dune.

We'll go see Jupiter and oracle.

They'll know what to do.

Let's take a vote. All
in favor say "aye".

All: Aye. Chief: Nay.

Who's the nay-sayer?

All: Him. Chief: Me.

That kid is gonna get us all put to sleep.
Euthanized.

We won't find the dog,

but we will die trying.

Not a bad way to go.
You're out-voted, anyway.

(Speaking Japanese)

Nelson: (In english)
Science-party candidate

professor watanabe

has been placed under
house-arrest today

at toho mountain ryokan

after offering sharp
criticism last night

of the kobayashi
administration's

canine saturation-crisis policy:

(Watanabe shouting)

(Speaking Japanese)

(In english) Foreign-exchange
student Walker.

Thank you, editor hiroshi.

You all know me.
I speak my mind,

and sometimes that
ruffles some feathers.

Please, forgive my bluntness.

Mayor kobayashi is a
crook, and I hate him.

Right now, he faces
a divided congress

during a hotly-contested
re-election year.

Dogs are dying on a
miserable island.

Gullible masters have
been brainwashed.

The science-party candidate is
being held against his will

with no recourse
to legal counsel.

Somebody is up to something.

(Students speaking Japanese)

(In english) You have
a conspiracy theory?

I have a hunch.

I don't print hunch.

(Students chattering)

Huh?

I'll spell it out.

I believe municipal
dome propaganda

has deliberately stoked
irrational, anti-dog fear

and suppressed a medically
proven dog-flu treatment

in order to promote
a secret campaign

to turn the country against
its innocent house-pets.

There. I said it.

Can you prove it?

I don't know.

To tell you the
truth: I don't know.

(I won't hurt you playing)

Man: (Singing) I've
lost all of my pride

I've been to paradise
and out the other side

narrator: Part two:
"The search for spots."

With no one to guide me

torn apart by a fiery
wheel inside me

an untouched diamond

that's golden and brilliant
without illumination

your mouth's a constellation

the stars are in your eyes

I'll take a spaceship and
try and go and find you

narrator: The middle
fingers of trash island

wind and weave up-river,

inter-stitched by
zig-zagging pipe-lines

and rusty viaducts.

The ruins of a failed
utility-complex

washed-out by Tsunami.

The rubble of an
abandoned power-plant

demolished by earthquake.

The remains of a deserted
industrial estate

destroyed by volcanic blast.

I won't hurt you
I won't hurt you

I won't hurt you
I won't hurt you

narrator: The old trash
island athletic club,

member-less and long-forgotten.

King: Okay, I got a question.
What's your favorite food?

Rex: A double-portion of
doggy chop from the can

mixed into a bowl of
broken puppy snaps

with a vitamin
crushed up into it.

Boss: King's the
spokes-dog for that.

He's the doggy chop dog.

King: Mmm. Used to be.

Duke: Was that your daily meal?

Rex: Not always. My master
was a school-teacher.

We weren't rich, you know. You?

King: A center-cut
Kobe rib-eye, seared,

on the bone, with
salt and pepper.

Rex: Wow.

King: It was my birthday supper.
Every year.

Boss: Mine's hot-sausage,
yakitori-style.

The snack vendor always
saved me one on game-days.

King: Hmm. Duke? Duke:
Ah, green-tea ice cream.

My master had a sweet-tooth.

I probably inherited
it from her.

(Sneezes)

You heard the rumor, right?
About doggy chop.

Boss: Remind us again.
King: What rumor?

- Oh, they folded.
- Oh, no.

Doggy... doggy chop folded?

How about you, chief? What
was your favorite food?

Me? Oh, I don't care.

Garbage, trash,
scraps of rubbish.

- I'm used to left-overs.
- All: Hmm.

Rex: Yeah, yeah.

Chief: Of course, I
wasn't always a stray.

Wait. What'd you say?

I said I wasn't always a stray.

Rex: Really? Since when?
Boss: Tell us about that.

(Chief sighs)

I've been hunted by
dog-catchers all my life.

I'm not easy to trap.

I've only got three
captures on my record

where I actually got sent
to the pound, I mean,

and the first two times, I
escaped within 24 hours,

- but the third time...
- (Wind howling)

I got adopted before I could

finish digging the
break-out-tunnel.

It was a big family.

Five kids. Two other
dogs, already.

They stuck me in the
back of a station-wagon

and drove me out to the
middle of the sticks.

Grass, trees, swimming pool.
Cartoons on TV.

Anyway, one morning
a week later,

the youngest boy, his
name was toshiro,

woke me up at 6:15,
bright-eyed, wide-awake,

and he tried to pet me.

He didn't mean anything by it.
He was just being friendly.

Apparently, I bit him so hard,
I nearly chewed his hand off.

Blood all over the
kitchen floor.

They rushed him to
the emergency room

and I got pad-locked out

in the tool-shed
with the lights out.

It gave me some time to think.

What happened? Why
did I do that?

To this day, I have no idea.

I guess he scared me.

I bite.

That night, an old woman,

she must've been the grandmother

brought me out a bowl of
some homemade hibachi-chili.

I like to think she cooked it

for me, personally
-but who knows?

Maybe it was just more left-overs.
But...

You've got a tick.

(Spits)

Anyway, that's my
favorite food I ever ate.

The old woman made a
great bowl of chili.

What happened after that?

I dug my way out by morning,

jumped on the back
of a dump-truck,

and hitched back to megasaki.

I was always a street-dog,
let's face it.

(Rustling)

Somebody's stalking us.

(Speaking Japanese)

Simul-translate: (In english)
As you know, we all hate dogs.

Chairman fujimoto-San,

president of kobayashi
pharmaceutical.

You secretly introduced

mega-quantities
of infected fleas

and contagious tick-larvae

into a metropolitan city center,

creating an unprecedented
animal-disease out-break.

- Thank you.
- (Applause)

General yamatachi-San,

commander of the megasaki
municipal task force.

You oversaw the deportation
of over 750,000 caged-animals

to a nearly uninhabitable
off-shore refuse-center.

- Good work.
- (Applause)

Supervisor kitano-San,

director of kobayashi robotics.

You developed the most
promising artificial life-form

in the history of
corporate-technology-

and a powerful new
weapon, to boot.

- Well done.
- (Applause)

Yakuza Nakamura-San,

head of the clenched-fist gang.

You eliminated all
pro-dog opposition

through the use of bribery,

extortion, intimidation,
and violent force.

- My compliments.
- (Applause)

Brains have been washed.
Wheels have been greased.

Fear has been mongered.

Now we prepare for
the final stage

of our conspiracy-theory:

The permanent end

to the canine saturation-crisis.

Nelson: We believe we've
recovered a viable DNA sample

from this article of damaged
aviation equipment.

We're going to
check it right now

if you care to observe.

(Beeping)

(News anchor speaking Japanese)

(Camera clicks)

We call upon
dog-lovers everywhere

to harken to this transmission:

(Atari speaking Japanese)

(In english) May-day! May-day!

Unscheduled junior turbo-prop

in severe distress
over sapporo river.

Engine-failure, and-

-detachment of left wing.

Will attempt emergency-landing
on trash island coast.

Please, make note
of the following:

To my security-detail
/ bodyguard-dog,

spots kobayashi,
if still living,

I leave all my
worldly possessions.

If spots has preceded
me into the next life,

I ask that everything,

including my own bones
and spots' carcass,

be burned in a
crematory furnace,

with our ashes scattered
to the four-winds.

It will not amount to much
pollution in this sad land.

If I survive, ignore
this message.

I've gone to find my dog.

Young masters of
megasaki: Unite!

Turpentine Brandy.

It cools the head and
warms the dog-bones.

It may snow tonight.

Really? Thank you very much.
Wow.

To whom it may concern.

- She sees the future.
- (Scoffs) No.

She understands t.V.

(Weatherman speaking Japanese)

- (Sneezes)
- You seek a dog named spots.

- Dog-zero.
- Dog-zero.

As you know, most of the
animals on this island

come from human homes

with domesticated back-grounds.

However, a small population
of savage, aboriginal dogs

have been scavenging

the metropolitan dumping-grounds

for nearly a decade.

The graffiti on this
wall depicts the story.

They were born into captivity
on the ends of the fringes

of the most distant
reaches of the island.

They endured great
suffering and cruelty

at the hands of their
former masters.

Finally, in the wake of an
act of god, they escaped-

to a harsh and
desperate freedom.

Some say they died away
over the subsequent years,

starving and forgotten.

Some say they swam
to the mainland,

but this seems unlikely.
Too far to dog-paddle.

Some say they're still with us,

in the far-away cuticles,
beyond the middle fingers.

We know the animal you seek.

He has appeared in
oracle's visions.

(Man speaking Japanese on TV)

(In english) A prophecy
suggests itself:

Spots, if he's alive, may
very well be living,

even at this moment,
as a captive prisoner

abducted into the company
of these wild, savage dogs.

Oracle, what do you think?

What?

Continue your journey.
Have faith in your cause.

Luck and good fortune
be unto you.

You heard the rumor, right?
About these aboriginal dogs.

Boss: Remind me again.
Chief: What's the rumor?

Uh, they're cannibals.

So you're telling me they're
going to want to eat us?

Well, they're cannibals.

(Speaking Japanese)

We're approaching the end
of old trash island.

To the west: The sapporo
river and megasaki city.

- (Dogs sneezing)
- To the east: The open-sea.

To the north: A long, rickety

cause-way over a
noxious sludge-marsh

leading to a
radio-active land-fill

polluted by toxic
chemical-garbage.

- That's our destination.
- Boss: Great.

- King: Got it.
- Get ready to jump.

Atari, I'm going to drag you
overboard with my teeth,

since you can't
understand the plan.

After that, we're back on foot.

The next stage...

Where'd they...

- Where'd they go?
- (Chief sneezes)

What are they doing over there?

How did this happen?

What's going on with
this contraption?

If we get separated,
which we are:

Rendez-vous at the cause-way!

- Chief: You're not our leader!
- What?

Chief: You're not our leader!
We all are!

Let's take a vote!

(Rex grumbles)

All in favor of my plan,

which is to rendez-vous
at the cause-way...

(Engine starts)

(Atari grunts)

Let's go.

No, you can't ride
the pagoda-slide.

You're below the safety-limit, anyway.
Let's go.

We made an emergency plan,

even if we didn't get to
vote and agree to it yet:

Rendez-vous at the cause-way
to the far-away cuticles,

and go find your dog.

Maybe everybody else
just got crushed,

compacted, and incinerated-

but we're going to be there.
Let's go.

Don't.

Repeat:

Don't.

I am not your pet.
I never liked you.

I don't care about you.
I won't wait for you.

I bite.

Good luck.

(Screams)

(Shouts in Japanese)

(Crashing)

(Speaking Japanese)

(In english) Jerks. Come here.
Oh, do this. Do that.

Our masters. I'll do what I...
(Mumbling)

(Laughs)

Hmm...

(Atari whistling)

(Continues whistling)

(Chief whistling)

King: I suppose if it
was working right,

we'd be dead already.

Don't ask me to
fetch that stick.

Fetch-i!

Fetch-i!

I'm telling you: I don't fetch.

Fetch-i!

I'm not doing this because
you commanded me to.

I'm doing it- because
I feel sorry for you.

Good boy.

Where'd you get that dog?

He looks like me
with a pink nose.

I come from a nine-dog litter,
but they drowned the sisters.

We're not a rare breed:

Short-haired-oceanic-
speckled-ear/

sport-hound-mix.

(Stammers) I'm getting
confused now.

My belly feels funny.

(Whispers) Biscuit-o.

I can't accept that.
It's for your dog.

(Speaking Japanese)

I've never been offered a
puppy snap in my life.

I don't even know
what they taste like.

Okay, I'll try it.

Crunchy. Salty.

Supposedly, it
cleans your teeth.

This is my new favorite food.

Thank you.

(I won't hurt you playing)

Man: (Singing) My pale blue star

my rainbow, how good it
is to know you're like me

strike me with your lightning

bring me down and
bury me with ashes.

I won't hurt you
I won't hurt you

I won't hurt you
I won't hurt you

(owl hoots)

Cold up here tonight.

We'll find him.

Wherever he is, if he's
alive: We'll find your dog.

I won't hurt you
I won't hurt you

I won't hurt you
I won't hurt you

I won't hurt you
I won't hurt you

(woman speaking
Japanese on radio)

(In english) Mayor kobayashi,

elected leader of megasaki city.

For 150 years, you
and your ancestors,

known as the kobayashi dynasty,

a procession of
dog-hating thugs,

stooges, felons, and their
criminal underlings,

have betrayed and
deceived the citizens

of uni prefecture.

You make me so mad!

Professor watanabe,

science-party
candidate, deceased.

The wasabi in your blood
showed poison-levels

in excess of ten times the
maximum dosage required

to stop the heart of a whale.

Why'd you do it?

Atari kobayashi, adopted ward
to the mayoral-household.

You heroically hi-jacked a
junior turbo-prop xj750

- and flew it to the island...
- (Doorbell ringing)

(Conversing in Japanese)

(In english) Atari.

You heroically, as I was saying,

stole the little airplane,
because of your dog and...

(Stammers) I lost my
train of thought.

Dammit!

I've got a crush on you.

Narrator: Part three:
"The rendez-vous."

(Whistling)

(Whistling)

(Both whistling)

(Door opens)

(Gasps)

Chief: Rex! King! Duke!
Boss! You made it!

- What happened to you?
- I took a bath.

- What? He's got soap?
- Just a little.

You're too fluffy.

- We played fetch.
- Rex: With a stick?

With a hunk of rubber
radiator-tubing.

And you brought it back to him?

Yeah.

He's a good boy.

Don't you tell me that!

I'm the one that
tried to make you

be loyal to him, in
the first place.

Stop. Stop! This
is the rendezvous.

Where's that
trash-tram taking you?

You think we booked this
ride through a travel agent?

We were fighting for our lives

in a high-velocity
trash-processor

while you were getting
scrubbed and brushed.

- Jump!
- Where?

- Here!
- When?

- Now!
- Why?

- What?
- Let's take a vote.

All in favor of jump...

Who's that?

(Sniffing)

I can't smell him.

(Beeping)

(Alarm blaring)

Spots: (On radio) Come in.

Master atari... Can you hear me?

Huh?

(Dog howling)

(Chief sniffing)

That dog's real.

What's that thing
in your ear for?

Are you hard of hearing?

You can't be. Um...

Bodyguard-dogs have to
have 20/30-auditory

just to be certified.

No, the ear-piece
is how I receive

my commands and
instructions and so on.

Obviously, I'm privy to
certain sensitive information

due to my position in
the mayoral-household

at brick mansion.

Oh, so you mean

somebody could be talking
to you right now?

Well, the range is only about
75 feet or so, I guess, so...

Battery's probably dead, anyway.

I got a question for you.

How much money do you
think the mayor makes?

(Scoffs) I can't tell you that.

That's highly confidential.

Um, anyway, I'm not the
mayor's accountant's dog.

That's butterscotch,

and she got crushed

in a glass compactor the
day before yesterday.

No, my duties are,
uh, focused entirely

on the protection of the
mayor's ward, atari.

I'm not supposed
to be his friend,

but I love him very much,

but that's a private matter.

Um, the only reason
I even said that

was because we're all probably
going to die out here

and I'll never see him again.

(Spots sniffling)

That's a tough break.

Well, good luck to you

and watch out for
the cannibal-dogs.

- Hmm?
- Scrap: Hmm?

- What?
- What?

- Watch out for the...?
- The cannibal-dogs.

- They are dogs that eat dogs.
- Start over and repeat again.

You know what? Don't
even worry about that.

I just heard there might be

some wild, aboriginal,
cannibal-dogs

in the area, you know,

but I wouldn't worry
because you're

in an extra-security lock cell.

Look at it that way.

You're probably safer than I am.

Except from thirst
and starvation.

It's got an extra-security
lock on it.

You'll never get it open.

Are you going to eat me now?

What did you say?

Are you going to eat me now?

I heard you were cannibal-dogs.

Be notified: I'll be
compelled to defend myself

with all means at my disposal.

(Laughs)

Hmm.

Who told you that dirty lie?

We resorted to cannibalism
on one occasion,

many months ago,

as a desperate
survival instinct.

We ate one single dog.

His name was fuzzball,

and he was the
leader of our pack,

and he was already in a
coma from starvation,

so we put him out of his...
His... (Stammers)

- (Howling)
- (Dogs howling)

His misery and...

And...

Consumed him.

(Howling)

(Dogs howling)

We would have dropped
dead in a week or less

without that nourishment.

We were dying. Do you
judge us for that?

Shame on you!

We only brought you here

in the first place to help you.

(Howling)

(Dogs howling)

We've got a master pass-key!

Open his cage.

Peppermint: Fuzzball
was his best friend.

Oh, dear. Uh, I think
I offended him.

I'm truly sorry. I had no idea.

What is this place? How
long have you been here?

I can see you've
been mistreated.

(Sniffles)

(Sighs deeply)

Are you okay?

My name is spots.
Spots kobayashi.

How can I be of service to you?

Spots: Master atari-San,
can you hear me?

Can you hear me, master atari?

(Gasps) Spots-u?

You're not safe here!

You shouldn't have come for me!

I can't protect you efficiently

under these conditions!

Spots-u!

Here I come.

Sic-'em!

(Dogs barking)

Follow me!

(Atari screams)

Rex: All in favor of kicking
chief out of the pack

and never speaking to
him again, say "aye".

All: Aye!

(Splash)

- How did you do that?
- Secret tooth! Military issue!

Technically, I could
do it 37 more times,

but I wouldn't be
able to chew my meat!

I assume you're spots! We've
been looking for you.

(Speaking Japanese)

Master atari-San,

I swore an oath when I
assumed the responsibilities

of official bodyguard-dog
to the mayoral-household!

I could never be persuaded
to break that vow

for any reason whatsoever!

I'll always be loyal to you

as my only and
unconditional master!

But circumstances have
radically changed for me

and all the pets
of megasaki city!

I have new obligations
which I never anticipated!

I've become the leader
of a tribe of outcasts

who depend on me for
their survival,

and I'm going to be a father!

With deepest sadness
and humility:

I must ask you to relieve me
of the duties of my position,

effective immediately.

You son of a bitch.

If we don't drown, I'm going
to strangle you myself.

I don't care how
many exploding teeth

you try to spit-out at me.

Do you have any idea

what that little pilot
just went through

to try to rescue you?

How dare you?

- You're a stray.
- Yeah, so what?

What's your name?

Who cares?

You're from central megasaki.
I can tell by the accent.

You're a short-haired-oceanic-
speckle-ear/sport-hound-mix.

You were born in a storm-sewer

on bamboo-shoot holiday
six years ago today.

Do you know me?

I... I don't... I don't know.

I'm your older brother
by five minutes.

It's been a long time, chief.

Was... was I the runt?

Not anymore.

Nelson: Security-camera footage

confirms initial-reports

of the deaths of
mayoral-ward atari kobayashi

and his five dog-abductors
this afternoon

in a sluice channel

at the threshold of the
far-away cuticles.

A statement from major-domo,
live at brick mansion:

(Speaking Japanese)

(In english) The life of
a promising young orphan

has been cut short
before its prime.

This is a distant-uncle's
worst nightmare.

Mayor kobayashi asks for your
prayers, your condolences

and your support for the
diligent men and women

of the municipal task force
dog-catchers division:

We salute you for your bravery
and your ongoing commitment

to the continuing
punishment of all bad-dogs.

Originally, before
the volcano erupted

and an earthquake
triggered the Tsunami

which obliterated the facility,

there were over 250

incarcerated animals
here on the premises

being experimented on
against their will.

If you look closely, you may
notice some of these dogs

still bear scars and markings
from the research and abuse.

Actually, it's pretty obvious.

This is my mate, peppermint.

She's pregnant with
our first litter.

She was due a week ago.

(Whispering)

(Clears throat) Anyway,

the survivors of the disaster
learned to cultiv...

What's he got there?
What's he got there?

Biscuit-o. Biscuit-o. Biscuit-o.

Puppy snaps. (Chuckles)

I heard they don't even
make them anymore.

You heard the rumor, right?

About kobayashi pharmaceutical.

- I never heard it.
- What rumor?

They invented dog-flu.

- No.
- Of course.

That makes sense.

Where do you get
all these rumors?

I mean, who tells them to you?

I don't know. Anybody.

Dogs talk, and I listen.
Always have.

I, uh, love gossip.

Gondo: Spots!

The black owl has a message.

(Panting)

(Hooting)

He's come from all the
way across the island.

Get him a cup of
sewer-water, chico.

- (Continues hooting)
- Spots: Mmm-hmm.

Mmm-hmm.

Yes. We understand.

He has news from the
metropolitan dumping-grounds.

- All: Metropolitan...
- Shh! Quiet, please.

We're listening, owl.
Tell us your message.

(Dogs barking in distance)

He's going to poison us.

Re-election night:

At the moment mayor kobayashi
is re-inaugurated,

he'll give the order,

and the extermination-process
will begin.

Oracle saw the plan
in her visions.

(Mayor kobayashi
speaking Japanese on TV)

Nelson: If the voters
choose me again

on re-election night,

I promise: A final
and permanent end

to the canine saturation-crisis.

Jupiter: Every pet in the
trash island camp will die.

It may be too late, already;

but, if the black
owl reaches you

with this message in time:

Go to megasaki city.
Find our masters.

Appeal to the people.
Stop the mayor.

Save us.

(Speaking Japanese)

(In english) We're crossing
the river tonight.

Begin preparations immediately.

You'll meet a bitch
named nutmeg.

Tell her chief says: I'll
see you in megasaki.

(Owl hoots)

(Drumming)

(Both grunting)

(Drumming continues)

(Audience applauding)

(Drumming stops)

Hmm.

Beautiful night.

- Peppermint's in labor.
- Oh.

Come sit beside me.

It's okay. (Sighs)

Master atari, are you willing
to accept my brother chief

as new bodyguard-dog in
personal service to you,

former ward to the
mayoral-household?

(Speaking Japanese)

Chief, are you willing to accept

atari as your direct master,

to serve and protect
his safety and welfare

with all courage,
loyalty and friendship?

I can do that.

Good.

(Device beeps)

(Whining)

(Chief whistling)

(All whistling)

(Music playing)

Chocolate milk, cold.

Tracy Walker, megasaki senior
high, daily-manifesto.

Are you professor watanabe's

former assistant-scientist,
yoko-ono-San?

Do I have it?

(Speaking Japanese)

(In english) Too late.

Do I have it?

Too late.

(Speaking Japanese)

(In english) Nobody care.

(Objects clattering)

Do I have it? Do I
have the story?

Yes or no? On the record!

I am sorry for your loss,

but we both know:
That was no suicide!

I need to prove my
conspiracy-theory!

Ben is dead. No future
on trash island.

I am failure.

(Glass shatters)

Pull yourself together and
act like a scientist!

Professor watanabe
never gave up.

Is this... is this the serum?

The dog-flu cure? The
snout-fever treatment?

The end of the canine
saturation-crisis?

Last dose.

Tracy:

Be careful.

Narrator: Part four:
"Atari's lantern."

Tracy: Not fair!

All: To dogs!

Tracy: Not fair! All: To dogs!

Tracy: Not fair! All: To dogs!

(Kobayashi speaking Japanese)

There will never be a place
for dog-flu in megasaki city.

There will never be room

for snout-fever in
uni prefecture.

The time has come to put
the violent, intimidating,

unsanitary bad-dogs
of trash island

humanely to sleep.

For their own good;
And also: Ours.

General yamatachi? Bring
out the replacement-pet.

(In english) Sit-o!

(Audience applauding)

The results are in!

Stand by for the incoming
re-election night tally!

(Announcer speaking Japanese)

(Audience cheering on TV)

Tracy: That crook! He's stealing

the re-election again! Let's go!

(Audience cheering)

(Kobayashi speaking Japanese)

This landslide re-election
is a massive fraud,

and we demand a re-count!

(In english) Respect-o.

The mayor is allowing

the unauthorized pro-dog
student-protestors

a platform to voice their
dissenting beliefs!

Mayor kobayashi has dog's-blood

on his hands! You all do!

Atari was a hero.

Professor watanabe was murdered.

The serum works!

The mayor is a crook,
and I hate him.

(Speaking Japanese)

This small minority
of dog-lovers

has been sent by overseas
special-interest groups

to agitate disorder
and incite anarchy.

I hereby cancel and nullify

foreign-exchange
student Walker's

senior high school study-visa.

She will be expelled from class,

stripped of her course-credits,

and formally deported on
the next direct-flight

- back to Cincinnati, Ohio.
- Oh. Hmm.

(Speaking Japanese)

Mayor kobayashi has
directed major-domo

to bring him the red button.

(Beeping)

Nutmeg!

(Chief sneezes)

(All gasp)

(Sneezes)

(Gasps)

(Inhales deeply)

Holy smokes! My
lungs feel clear.

My equilibrium feels balanced.

My vision is sharp as a tack
for the first time in months.

Wow, that's a great serum!

Master atari, whose death,
I think we can say,

appears to have been
inaccurately reported,

has asked to read a statement
to the general assembly.

He will then withdraw
from the debate

and respond to no
further questions.

(Speaking Japanese)

(In english) Dear editor hiroshi

of the megasaki senior
high daily-manifesto:

In a series of
first-rate articles

by an attractive
cub-reporter on your staff,

you shine a spot-light

on the great injustice
that has occurred

under the kobayashi
administration.

I have spent much of my
time in recent weeks

traveling in the company of
the very kind of animals

our mayor refers
to as "bad-dogs."

They are the finest
living-beings

I have ever come to know

in all my dozen years
on this earth.

To your readers, the
good people of megasaki,

I say: The cycle of life

always hangs in a
delicate balance.

Who are we, and who
do we want to be?

(In english) Who are we?

(Continues speaking Japanese)

(In english) I wrote a haiku
to try to express my feelings

about the suffering
dogs of trash island.

It is also about nature, love,

friendship, eternity,
and a black owl.

I call it: Atari's lantern.

(Speaking Japanese)

(Gasps)

He said a haiku.

(Sobbing) I'll tell you later.

(Speaking Japanese)

(In english) I
dedicate this poem

to my distant-uncle,
mayor kobayashi,

who took me in when I
myself was a stray-dog

with nowhere else to turn.

Editor hiroshi, please
extend my subscription

for an additional year.

I enclose a check in the
amount of one thousand yen.

Signed, atari kobayashi,

former ward to the
mayoral-household.

(Grunts) Hmm.

(Growls)

(Whistling)

(Speaking Japanese)

Nelson: Not-fair-to-the-boy.

Not-fair-to-the-dog.

He says: "I-have-no-honor."

(Growls)

Hmm?

(Audience gasp)

Nelson: Holy Moses!

The mayor has just officially

unstamped the trash
island decree!

- No kidding!
- (Speaking Japanese)

(Both arguing in Japanese)

(Stammering) Major-domo
is accusing the mayor

of breaking his
campaign promise!

He's steaming mad!

(Shouting in Japanese)

(Gasps) It's gonna be a fight!

- Spit him with a tooth!
- I can't get a clean shot.

Too many innocent protesters.
I'll be right back.

(Audience gasping)

(Audience gasps)

(Major-domo yells)

(Electricity crackling)

(Gun hissing)

(Grunts)

(Alarm blaring on TV)

Escape!

Escape! Escape!

Escape!

(Siren blaring)

(Speaking in Japanese)

(In english) But, what
about the right one?

(Continues in Japanese)

(Kobayashi sighs)

(Speaking Japanese)

(Monitor beeping)

(Both speaking in Japanese)

(Monitor beeping)

Nelson: According to a
long-standing statute

unique to uni prefecture,

in the event of the death,

disappearance, or
felony-prosecution

of the chosen candidate

on, while, during, or concurrent

with the re-election-night
ceremony,

all powers and authorities

vested in his or her
designated office

transfer forthwith to his or her

next-of-kin and/or
appointed heir.

In other words,

atari kobayashi is the new
mayor of megasaki city!

You heard me right:
Atari kobayashi

is the new mayor
of megasaki city!

Let's hope that
new kidney works.

(Sighs) Boy, what a night!

Narrator: Life in uni prefecture

returned to a comfortable
tranquility.

The megasaki dragons ended
their winning streak

with a staggering loss
to the Honda goblins.

Doggy chop re-opened

all 11 of its
domestic factories-

and puppy snaps
resumed production

with an improved product.

Graft and political corruption

were reduced to sustainable,
acceptable levels.

The dog-flu serum

cured every breathing-animal
in the region.

(Host speaking Japanese on TV)

Narrator: Some say
a few lost-dogs

continue to roam and scavenge

- on trash island.
- (Sneezes)

However, these rumors
remain unconfirmed.

(Hiroshi speaking Japanese)

Simul-translate: (In
english) Mayor atari,

we all agree it
should be a crime

to abuse, beat, murder

or yell at any dog
in megasaki city.

That is not the question.

The question is:

What is the appropriate
punishment?

Exactly. And the answer
is: Death penalty.

That seems excessive to us.

Possibly. Anyway,
we should make it

at least 30 days
community-service

and a fine of no less
than 250,000 yen.

Meeting adjourned.

(Speaking Japanese)

I'm standing-by, master atari.

Nutmeg: So how does it
feel to be a former stray?

Hmm. I take it one
day at a time.

Last week, I nearly be-handed

an industrial lobbyist
from west suzuki.

They had to give him
a blood transfusion.

- He probably had it coming.
- (Chuckles)

Maybe. Learned any new tricks?

Actually, yes. Just one.

Can I see it?

I'm supposed to be juggling

ten bowling-pins
engulfed in flames

over my tail at this point,

but you just have to
imagine that part.

(Chuckles)

I can picture it.

You still against bringing
puppies into this world?

I'll tell you when I get
to know you better.

Fair enough.

My friends think
I like to fight,

but it's just not true.

Sometimes I lose my temper
and blow off a little steam,

but I've never enjoyed it.

I'm not a violent dog.

I don't know why I bite.

I'm not attracted
to tame animals.

Thank you.

(Gong ringing)

(Wind chimes tinkling)

(Footsteps approaching)

(Drumming)

(Shouts)