Beverly Hills Chihuahua 3: Viva La Fiesta! Page #3

So rude!

So rude. No manners,

these young people nowadays.

I'm not rude. I'm Frank.

I'm didier, but I'm Frank.

You know, like direct.

She was staring at me.

Hey! Don't stare at me. Don't stare.

Don't stare at me.

Hey. Hey! You must be Sam, right?

- Yes.

- I'm Lester.

Welcome to the team, boss.

Wow. Looks like

we got our work cut out for us, huh?

Yeah, yeah. Sure do.

Mind grabbing that shovel?

Better start digging.

Ooh, ooh.

I would love to, but I can't.

Carpal tunnel.

- You have carpal tunnel syndrome?

- No. Thank goodness.

- Have you had it?

- No.

It's bad. You do not wanna get it.

Don't get caught in the tunnel.

The carpal tunnel. No.

Hey, great to meet you.

Really, really good.

- Uh, Lester!

- Yeah.

What about these plants?

They're not just gonna trim themselves.

They're not? I like the plants.

It's kind of part of

my overgrown style I'm developing.

Huh?

It's more of an organic... where the

plants just become themselves.

And they live in their own truth.

Papi. I've never been happier to see you.

Do you think you can give me a hand?

Hey, you don't

have to ask this chihuahua twice.

Oscar. Where's he going?

Who's with the pups?

Sam, will you excuse me

for one second?

I'll be right back.

What is this place?

Oscar?

Hello?

What's going on back here?

Hey, what's that gate lead to?

You all right, man?

Hey. Hey, skedaddle.

I thought I told you

not to come around here.

- Oscar, what is going on around...

- Papi!

Hola, amigo. Don't mind him,

that's just Arnie, our resident stray.

- What's his deal?

- Poor fellow's a mute.

So, what brings you around these parts?

You come here often?

I'm working.

Shouldn't you be doing the same?

Whoa! Wait. Was that Jenny?

Who's watching the pups?

What? No, no.

That wasn't Jenny. I know Jenny.

Then who was it?

Who was who?

Who are any of us, really?

Yeah, okay, right.

Listen, I'm gonna get back to work.

I suggest you do the same.

Hey, listen. I don't trust that Oscar guy.

You see anything strange going on

back here, give me a bark, okay?

Hey, nice carving.

You got skills, man. Who's it of?

You trying to tell me something?

All right. Good talk.

Okay. Quinoa frittata

with heirloom kibble aigre-doux?

- That looks delicious!

- I want some!

- Mom! Mom! Mom!

- I want some!

Mom, I want some!

Who ordered theirs

with a side of peanut butter?

Oh, um...

Chloe! We need to talk.

There's something fishy

about Jenny and Oscar. They're...

Kennel cough!

Gee, I sure hope I'm well enough to

go back to school tomorrow.

We need to get you to the vet!

Whoa! The vet?

Uh... I'm suddenly feeling much better.

All right. The only thing

i want you coughing up is the truth.

Mom, please.

I don't wanna go back to school.

Rosa, school can be fun.

Not if you're the runt of the litter!

That's the worst thing to be in a litter.

Hey! No one calls my little girl a runt!

I don't wanna be a "little" anything.

I want to be a quince.

- I'm almost 15.

-15?

- Fifteen?

- She's as old as me. I'm two!

- What are you talking about?

- In dog years.

What's a quince?

It sounds like one

of dad's weird Mexican holidays.

What about our sweet sixteen?

Sweet sixteen?

Who said anything

about a sweet sixteen?

Quinceaneras are the coolest.

I'm not sure.

- I don't know about that.

- I want the sweet sixteen.

- Quince-hubba-whatta?

Dad?

Yes, my little Rosita?

I want a quince.

Well, lucky you.

'Cause your father's gonna throw you

the biggest, baddest fiesta

this town's ever seen!

Did you guys hear that?

Hey! Forgetting something?

Thanks, dad.

Whoops.

Got it!

A quinceanera?

Are you sure you're ready

to let your little girl go?

I don't wanna let her go.

I just wanna make her feel special.

Sam?

Honey?

I'm sure you've had a long day,

but these are like 600 count sheets.

Do you wanna maybe shower?

Okay.

Sleep well.

Mi Amor, I made the doggy bags

and I'm all ready for bedtime!

Papi, you didn't have to

do their bags.

The chef at school makes their lunch.

That's not school. It's vacation!

They'll never have to learn anything for

themselves as long as they're here.

That's why they call it

a full-service hotel.

Mi Amor, will you come out already?

I've been waiting patiently

to see your angelic...

Beautiful, exquisite face.

Remember, my love,

only drink out of your own bowl.

No belly rubs from strangers.

- And if you need me...

- Goodbye, Papi.

I'll meet up with you

and the party planner after work.

I will count the...

Party planner? What?

You don't think

i can handle this on my own?

Rosa said everyone at school uses one

for their sweet sixteen.

- But this is a...

- Party of a lifetime!

Sebastian!

That's right, everybody.

Fasten your chew-boutins

and let the planning begin.

I'm here and I have fabric samples!

And here you'll find

our exquisite, top of the line,

vip pool for you and

your darling Charlotte.

Come look, Charlotte.

Yes, you'll have every amenity

that you could possibly desire

right here at your fingertips.

Poolside belly rubs,

poolside pedicures...

Ginkgo-mango smoothies.

Uh-uh. Uh-uh.

- Go. Go.

- Poolside massages and...

You call this a state-of-the-art pool?

They can't possibly expect me

to be using the same pool

as the likes of such riffruff.

I meant, for staff and dogs.

You can just ignore this for your review.

Miss Charlotte will have

her very own royal plunge pool.

Charlotte doesn't plunge. She floats.

- Oh.

- On a float.

Uh... yes.

Can you imagine what

chlorine would do to this gorgeous coat?

Terrible things.

She's a defending champion of

the westminster dog show,

not some bottle blonde.

Yes, yes. I... I...

- Will you please show us to our room?

- Yes.

- Yes. The presidential suite.

- Come, Charlotte.

We expect

you'll be most comfortable there.

- I can peel grapes.

- Psst.

Pardon, your highness.

Welcome to the Langham.

Perhaps we could meet at the park

for a moonlit stroll sometime. Hmm?

Oh! Uh... hmm.

Charlotte.

Hey, kids!

Hey! Papi, Jr.? Ali? Pep? Lala?

- What's up, dad? Morning!

- Rosita?

- Hi, dad.

- Hey, dad.

You guys left without me.

It's okay, dad. We know the way.

Hey! Hey, Rosita,

are you forgetting something?

Nope. They have everything

we need at school.

Oscar!

Hey, little dudes.

Ready for a big day?

Yeah!

I think we want a tone

that screams quince, you know?

That just gets all up

in your face and yells,

"I'm a quince,

what are you gonna do about it?"

Doesn't the father of the quince

get a say in any of this?

Of course! Listen, if we need digging

advice, you're our first stop.

Well, what if we had

little chew toy party favors?

You see, rosa, it's so cute,

she carries around

this little squeaky squirrel like...

Like an adorable little puppy?

Papi, sweetie, boychick,

she's not your little puppy anymore.

- The quince is all about letting go.

- I know! I know.

- Can't I just hold on a little longer?

- Papi.

Shh. Did you hear that?

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