Beethoven's Big Break Page #7

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Well, actually,

I think I do know a lot

about the movie business,

Miss Producer Lady.

Well, that's not

a very nice thing to say.

Well, that's downright nasty.

You better take

that back right now

or your beloved Beethoven

will be minced meat!

What? What did you call me?

Sal?

Me no know no Sal.

No. Sal who?

I don't know who

you're talking about.

Hello?

Hello?

What did she say?

She hung up on me.

And I think

she knew it was me.

Well, that's not good.

So when do we get our money?

Will you shut up

about the money?

Who cares about the money?

Me.

I am going to teach them what it

means to disrespect Sal Demarco!

You get it?

Bring me Beethoven!

And then it's...

(SINGING)

Lullaby and good nght

Lttle puppy dog go to heaven

Yeah! Bring me that big

bucket of rabies! Now!

"Forget about the money"? "Forget

about the money"? What's going on?

I fear the boss is

becoming unhinged.

What does that mean?

It's like "woozy"

but with more energy

and a mean streak

in the middle.

Oh.

Billy, we need to

get the police.

Billy? Billy!

I thought I should

get some help.

Good iob, Billy.

Where is he?

This way.

Move out, guys!

Hurry up.

Come on, you mutt. Let's go.

He's a pure Saint Bernard.

(SAL WHISTLING)

SAL:
Dead dog walking.

(SNARLS)

(GROWLING)

(CHITTERING)

Good night, sweet pestilence.

And may flights of angels

sing thee to thy rest.

It's the final curtain

call for you, Beethoven.

But I want you

to think of me

when you frolic in that

big dog park in the sky.

This shouldn't hurt.

Beethoven! Roll over!

Roll over, Beethoven!

(ALL SCREAMING)

(TICK EXCLAIMS)

TICK:
My spleen.

That's gonna leave a mark.

You did it. You did it. You rolled over.

I knew you could do it.

Are you okay?

Those bad men

didn't hurt you?

How touching.

Man and beast,

together again.

BONES:
My nose.

TICK:
Where's my Frizzy?

She needs me.

BONES:
Too much pressure.

Shut up, you babies!

Sal, it's over.

The police are on the way.

It's not over

until I say it's over!

I concede I have

lost this battle,

but I warn you,

keep on your guard,

because when you least

expect it, expect it!

Sal Demarco will be there!

Toodle-oo.

(BARKING)

(FRIZZY SNARLING)

Hey. Ouchie.

Let go! Get off of me.

You pipsqueak! You hairball!

(GROWLING)

What? What are you...

SAL:
Come on, I got you.

You want a piece of this?

Come here, boy.

Come here, boy. Come on.

(SCREAMING)

That hurts. Stop! Stop!

Come on. Come on.

Sal Demarco is the greatest

animal trainer in the world.

Come on.

What are you doing?

Stop. I'm sending negative...

Listen to me, doggy!

Stop, dog. Stop, dog.

Way to go, boy. Good boy.

(GROANING IN PAIN)

That hurt.

Good boy!

The beast was

to blame, not me.

Beethoven, I will get you!

My vengeance will be

the terrors of the earth.

This hurts. This hurts.

OFFICER:
Shut up.

Dad, you saved Beethoven!

No, we both saved him.

You and I,

we're a pack, right?

Right.

He sure seems

happy to see them.

He's a good dad.

So are you.

Well, I'm working on it.

Hey, do you wanna join the

pack for some dinner tonight?

Frozen bachelor food

with the lizard guy?

What? Not refined

or brainy enough?

Actually,

it sounds pretty perfect.

Good.

(PUPPIES BARKING)

What is it, puppies?

Oh! Guys, will you give

me a hand with this?

OFFICER:
Yeah, sure thing.

Come on, Jimmy.

How you doing down there?

Officers.

Thank God you're here.

Oh, man, who called the cops?

We are not together.

What?

We are not a couple.

Come on.

Wait for me, Frizzy!

Man, my mommy's

gonna kill me.

OFFICER:
You might want to

worry about your cellmate.

All right, men. We're

done here. Let's move out.

Well, guys, let's

get out of here.

Wait, where's Pete?

Pete?

(BARKS)

No. Beethoven!

Beethoven, come back!

Beethoven, hey! Don't...

No. No.

Uh-oh.

(SCREAMS)

Pete!

Oops.

(BARKING)

We should probably go now.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Come on.

Come here.

LISA:
You think

anyone'll notice that?

(BARKING)

(AUDIENCE LAUGHING)

(EXHALES)

Good boy. Good boy.

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