Beethoven's 2nd Page #2

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Didn't my trainer teach you

how to stand?

How can we have a relationship

if you can't stand.

I'm gonna kill that stupid dog.

That's her.

That's the dog.

Dogs don't knock, Floyd.

Who are you?

Gus, the janitor. I found your dog.

She's down in the storage room.

- I think she's been sleeping there.

- She has? Thank God.

Take the luggage, put it in the car,

bring it out front.

We're gettin' outta here.

Puppies!

Little Beethovens.

Did you and your girlfriend

have babies?

Aren't they the cutest?

Okay, Gus, where's the dog?

I don't know.

I left her right here.

Here, doggie, doggie, doggie.

Here, doggie, doggie.

I don't know how someone like you

manages to hold onto a job, Gus. Missy!

- Where are you, Missy?

- Must be somewhere near here.

- Missy.

- Doggie.

Come here, Missy.

Better come see this.

What is this?

Aren't you one big pain in the butt.

What do you want me to do

with these puppies?

I don't know. Get rid of'em.

Animal shelters charge money

to turn dogs in.

So? Drown 'em.

What do I care?

Let's go, Missy!

Come on, Missy.

You're nothin' but trouble.

The fewer dogs in the world, the better!

I can't believe you got pregnant!

Let's go! Come on!

We gotta do something.

Here, here, take one.

Come on. Let's go, Missy.

Oh, God, this dog.

You know, the little puppies

sure look like purebreds.

Yeah. So?

Puppies like that

are worth big money.

You could sell 'em

at a pet shop and make a bundle.

Ya think so?

- Yeah.

- I never thought of that.

There's a red Mercedes

parked up front.

Tell my boyfriend

to put her in the back.

I'll take care of you later.

Go, Missy, go.

- Why don't you watch where you're goin'?

- Um... hello.

Would you like to buy some candy bars?

They're to raise money for our school.

Oh, really?

How much are they?

Eleven dollars each.

Eleven dollars?

What are you, crazy?

Get your butts outta here

before I call security!

- You don't live here!

- Uh, thank you.

Thank you.

Little puppies!

Come to Regina.

Puppy.

Puppies?

Puppy?

What the...

Those little brats.

We could've made a fortune

on those puppies.

Relax, honey.

The big money's in the backseat.

No one steals from me, ever!

Believe me, Floyd. I'm gonna get those

puppies back if it kills me. Come on.

Hurry up!

Dad's on the lawn.

He won't want puppies.

He didn't even want Beethoven.

Distract him

while I sneak around back.

Ask him a question where he ends up

giving you a lecture.

- Okay.

- Go.

Hi, peanut.

Daddy, where do babies come from?

Babies?

Babies?

Where do they come from?

Well...

Every mommy has a teeny-weeny...

uh, little egg inside her body.

An egg?

Like an Easter egg?

An Easter... No, not-not like an Easter

egg. Smaller than an Easter egg.

Like a robin's egg?

Uh... real-really,

uh... smaller than, uh...

More like a... More like

a goldfish egg, except...

Let's see here.

Uh, it-it-it...

it swims up, uh...

- a-a-a river.

- A river?

A river that-that

every mommy has inside of her...

so, so, uh...

uh, so-so-so...

a teeny-weeny

little egg, uh...

just swims up the, uh,

the, uh, the river.

Now, guys, little squeaks are okay.

Just don't bark until I figure out

what we're gonna do with you.

And there are thousands

and thous... millions!

Millions of tadpoles just swimming

around the teeny little egg...

- in-in-in the itty-bitty river.

- How do the tadpoles get in the river?

They're in there.

They're just in there.

And-And-And the strongest

tadpole of all...

the one that...

the most determined tadpole.

The tadpole that-that would win

the gold medal in the Olympics.

You really don't know

much about this, do you, Dad?

Ryce, come here.

- What is it?

- Shhh. You gotta come downstairs.

Well, I'm studying. I've got a final

on Friday. Why are we whispering?

Puppies! Oh, my gosh.

Where did you get them?

They're Beethoven's.

The lady who owned their mother

was gonna drown them.

Oh, my God.

They're all so cute!

Mom and Dad don't know yet.

We'll wait until Dad's

in a good mood.

Yeah, well, it'll have to be

a really good mood.

Hey, Mr. Newton!

All right, Jordan.

Right down the pike.

Sorry.

- Alice!

- Maybe fresh milk will help.

- Did you get the vet?

- I'm on hold.

Come on, puppy.

Please take a sip.

- It's no use.

- Yes, Doctor.

Yeah, they're very young,

and their mother's gone...

and they won't drink milk

from a bowl.

Milk replacement powder?

With an eye dropper?

Yes.

Six to eight times a day?

Our customers think of themselves

as hypersensitive people.

They think of themselves as at the mercy

of these irritating odors.

I wanna give them

something to fight back with.

When they say, "Throw in a Newton"...

I want people to think of throwing

a grenade, a missile, an atomic bomb...

Slow down.

- I think you're workin' too hard.

- Ya think so?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

I know so.

I'm glad Fourth ofJuly's comin'.

We'll go someplace.

Alice, we can't go someplace.

We don't have any money.

I know.

I'm not talking about a big deal.

- I'm talkin' about a small thing.

- Alice, please.

George, just take a minute now.

Do something else. Just relax.

- Go spend time with the kids. All right?

- The kids?

Tuesdays, Thursdays and Friday

mornings are gonna be trouble.

What about the other days?

On Monday and Wednesday,

I have a free period in the morning.

Em and I will do the lunch hour

feeding while Mom's at the office.

Any way you can get home

and back during recess?

Morning recess is too short.

- Afternoons we can.

- If we run.

Kids!

Shoot. Here, take this. Go on.

Kids?

- Hi, kids.

- Hi, Dad.

Did we forget

to do something?

No.

Would you like us

to do something?

No.

You're playing Monopoly! Can I be

the battleship? Can I be the banker?

Um, well...

Emily's banker.

It helps improve

my math skills.

- It does?

- And I'm the property man.

We're almost through.

- Yeah.

- Okay.

Next time you're gonna play,

call me, okay?

- Okay. Sure.

- Okay?

- Bye, kids.

- Bye.

Bye.

Em, I told you not to

bring them up here.

That was close. Okay, now who wants

Tuesdays and Thursdays?

"Dear Miss Anderson...

please excuse Ryce from classes

on Monday, Tuesday and Thursday...

because she has to go to the doctor's

to get allergy shots.

yours truly,

George M. Newton."

Ah, forget her.

He likes you. He told me.

God, you can see her bra

right through her shirt.

Like totally accidental,

I'm sure.

Come on.

Come on, you guys.

Hungry?

Honey?

What do you think of spearmint

for racquetball players?

Or should it be peppermint?

What do you think about

spearmint for soccer players?

Do you think there's enough soccer

players to justify their own scent?

They're eating.

They're eating by themselves.

Whoa, it's early for bed

for you two tonight.

- Hello?

- Mrs. Newton?

Linda Anderson,

Ryce's chemistry teacher.

- Yes.

- I'm calling to see if she's all right.

- Why, did something happen?

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