Beverly Hills Chihuahua Page #2

- Try this on for size.

- Come on, let's go!

Chloe!

That's a bad dog!

That's a very bad dog!

Rachel. What did you do to her?

Nothing! She's faking! Let's go.

- You silly girl.

- She's so cute.

- We should take her with us.

- Yes! Take me out for food.

- I'm not taking the dog dancing.

- Cayuca!

Hey! Wait!

Come back here! Oops.

Just add that to the bill.

Hello?

Hola and adis.

You want to dance, Rachel? Let's dance.

OK. Guy with a giant knife. Moving on.

If I wasn't starving,

this might actually be fun.

Oh! There you are.

You are in so much troub...

Put me down! Who are you?

Rachel, help me! Somebody, please.

I'm being dognapped!

Rachel!

- So... good night.

- Seriously?

No kiss?

Chloe!

Chloe, come out.

I'm not kidding. I mean it. Stop hiding.

Chloe?

I'm sorry I gave you dog food.

Chloe?

I'll order you room service

for breakfast in the morning!

- Chloe?

- What's up, love bug?

Chloe's missing.

I don't know where she would go.

She doesn't like to walk anywhere,

- let alone run.

- Well...

- What?

- Las peleas de perros were in town.

Dogfights. They're criminals.

Always on the move.

How do I find them?

I have heard rumors.

Mexico City?

Then there's nothing more you can do.

You've done everything you can.

Why don't you go

put your suit on and join us?

I'm going to keep looking for Chloe.

And if I can't find her,

I'm going to Mexico City.

Rache...

Chloe!

Where am I?

You're in the dogfights.

Dogfights? What?

This is outrageous.

I was born to shop, not fight.

Unless it's at a sales rack.

- Quit whining, princesa.

- Chloe Winthrop Ashe does not whine.

A delusional Chihuahua.

You won't get any sympathy from Delgado,

seorita. He's a gladiator.

A gladiator?

You know. A fighter.

Delgado is the best of the best.

Don't listen to Rafa, chica.

El Diablo's the meanest dog in the fights.

Word is they fought once before,

and Delgado did not come out on top.

What's he saying?

Ay, bendito, he always

prays before a fight.

Don't you speak any Spanish,

chica?

The name's Chloe, not chica.

And why would I speak Spanish?

- Hello! You're a Chihuahua, mi hija!

- So?

I'm from Beverly Hills. You know, 90210,

the shopping capital of the world?

She's a gringa from California.

That's right. The only reason

I'm here is because I was stolen.

- You think I volunteered for this?

- But I'm an heiress.

- A hairless?

- No, an heiress.

- I have a trust fund.

- Look.

If you're worth something,

they'll ransom you.

And if they ransom you,

they won't fight you.

- Guess you have nothing to worry about.

- Well, that's a relief.

I am so glad you feel better.

Now can we get a little quiet?

I can't wait until Viv finds out

what Rachel's done.

# Mi corazn,

I think of you day and night #

Hold your tacos.

These scents are old.

Papi? Time to go home!

Where is she? Where is my Chloe?

Whoa!

What's going on?

Hey, Papi, come on. Let's go.

- Hi. Hola.

- Hi.

I'm Rachel's friend, and...

you're the gardener, right?

- I'm Sam.

- Your garden is muy bonita.

And when I get a casa,

I'm so calling you to be my gardener...

- because it's...

- Thank you very much.

- Where's Rachel?

- Forget her, dude. Where's Chloe?

And what are you hiding there?

Chloe's lost in Mexico.

Rachel stayed to find her.

The love of my life

is out there in trouble?

She wants me to e-mail

this to her in Mexico City.

So...

Seoras y seores!

You know him, you love him.

El campen, El Diablo!

Oh. It's about time someone's

upgrading my accommodations.

And now, the challenger.

Weighing in at a whopping six pounds.

I give you Chi-Chihuahua!

Hey!

Thank you.

Thank you. You're too kind, really.

This is so much nicer

than that stinky corral.

Oh! I'm sorry.

I thought I was alone.

- Mister...

- They call me El Diablo.

It's certainly nice to meet you.

Clearly I'm in the wrong place.

So perhaps we could

speak to the concierge or someone.

Stop talking!

You know, I've got a dentist who could

do something about that yellowing.

- What?

- I get the idea that teeth...

- are important in your line of work.

- You don't like my smile?

Watch it! Say it, don't spray it!

- What am I going to do?

- Sounds like he's closing in.

Dog that size?

Won't be much left of her.

Gringa, gringa.

She's adis. She's bye-bye.

Poor little hairless.

OK, that's it.

Delgado? What are you doing?

Huh?

- What's going on?

- Where are you going?

- How do you do that?

- Bro, give me the combination!

- Yeah, save us!

- Save us, Delgado!

- Don't leave us!

- Come back!

This is highly inappropriate.

Hey, hey, hey! That's cashmere!

Ow!

- Vmonos!

- Hasta la bye-bye!

Let go before it... rips.

I know it's rude to leave early,

but I really must be going now.

The show's over for you, chica.

You know, "dog eat dog" is

just an expression!

- Not this time, Diablo!

- Delgado!

- Move it!

- OK.

You'll pay for this, Delgado!

I'll find you!

Wait, wait!

Slow down, you guys! Slow down!

- What's wrong?

- I told you, it wasn't my fault!

Where'd the dogs go? Go, go!

I want that Chihuahua!

- English, please!

- Move it! Let's go!

- This way! This way!

- OK.

- My bootie!

- Your what?

- My bootie!

- Forget it!

- Forget it?

- Forget it!

- The Chihuahua!

- That's Italian leather, mister!

Look out!

Go! Go!

One at a time!

Hey! Wait a minute!

You won't fit!

I got it!

Oh, no. I lost another bootie.

I am sure I locked those cages, sir.

I want that Chihuahua!

Why?

She's worth something.

Judging by the diamonds

around her neck, it's a lot.

Look out.

What is all of this?

The Day of the Dead.

This is so beautiful.

It's what humans do

to honor their ancestors.

It keeps them... alive in their hearts.

Helps them remember who they are,

where they came from.

Wow!

- You're my dog!

- Delgado, gracias, bro.

- I'm out of here!

- I'll see ya, kid.

Wait! Wait... Delgado!

"See ya?" That's it?

Number one rule of the streets,

princesa. Every dog for himself.

Now, get lost.

My name is not "Princesa." It's Chloe.

And I am lost. And I want to be found.

Look, princesa...

I mean... look, kid.

I got my own problems.

I can't go back to the fights.

I got to get out of town.

- How does Beverly Hills sound?

- Too far.

Come on! If you could

figure out a way back,

you could live with us on our estate.

If you haven't noticed,

I'm a little large for a lapdog.

But you're the perfect size

for a guard dog.

Our old one... Papi, he... ran off.

You had a guard dog named Papi?

- What hotel you staying in?

- You'll do it?

Answer the question

before I change my mind!

I don't know the name, but believe me,

it was no Carthay Hotel.

The Carthay? There's one here.

Would they know you?

They should. We're preferred guests.

We have a gold card.

Why me? Of all the dogs in Mexico.

Why me? All I need,

Chihuahua with booties.

This'll be fun! You'll see.

Here's the GPS.

We're hot.

Diablo, you go get me that Chihuahua.

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