Cats & Dogs Page #3

Soccer.

-I forgot. I had a breakthrough-| -I know you're busy. . . .

He is your son.

I had a breakthrough.

I know. I know. I'm sorry.

Good boy.

A beautiful sight.

You said we'd not talk again.

-Now I have a reason.|-Spare me the lecture.

Forgive me for not teaching him|the finer points of being scratched.

Now, I have a job to do.

You never complained|when your belly was scratched.

Under the moon?|Before a mission?

You'd call me Lamb Chop|and blush. . .

. . .whenever I called you Liver Snap.

Bringing up history...

. . .is barking up the wrong tree.|I'll say this once:

Stay away from the kid.

Mr. Mason, I have someone|to see you.

It's Mr. Tinkles time, Mr. Mason.

Tonight he's wearing something|very special for you.

There.

Does that make you happy, Mr. Mason?|Are you happy now?

See how happy you make him?|You make his heart go "boop."

I leave you two young things together.

Evil does not wear a bonnet!

Is she gone?

Did Genghis Khan wear a bonnet?|Attila the Hun? No.

He wore a furry hat.|Maybe a black bonnet?

The ninjas failed.|Failure is unacceptable.

If they show their faces,|you know what to do.

Tell them to wash with a|loofah sponge. Kidding.

This can't be happening.|I want them eliminated!

Maybe we can look at the glass|as half-full.

That's what I like to do.

Putting a happy face on things.|Interesting philosophy.

Did you forget we're|taking over the world?!

The clock's ticking.

We've a small margin for error.|Tomorrow. . .

. . .you will send in the Russian.

I'll call you back.

A disturbance occurred|at a top-secret allergy...

...research lab.

Bogey in the wire.

-You got him?|-No.

Closing fast.

I can't see.|There's a fog.

It's your hair, Sam. Blow up.

Hold on. Mom's back.

Oh, no.

Look at the little kitty.

Look at the kitty. Oh, yeah.

That's a good boy.

He's just a little lost kitty.

And we're going to keep him.|Yes, we are.

Don't eat her.

Oh, look. See?

Look how much she likes you.

Dave, I've run into a bit a snag.

You'll have to show the house|without me. Oh, hang on.

What is that?|Is that a hairball?

I'll go get you some water.|Not you, Dave. I'll be there soon.

Hang on.

I'm on to you.|You're in trouble.

I think not, baby puppy.|You are in trouble.

Yuck!

From Russia with love.

Stealth poop.

I don't have time for this.

Bad dog.

What do we got?

-A Russian Blue.|-And a number 2 in sector 3.

That steamer was bigger than me.

Nice work.|Sit this one out.

-Is she gone?|-I don't see her.

But I was framed!|Wait, I want to help.

-Look out. Code 4.|-Quick, smell my butt.

All right, break it up.

Cold nose!

Piece of junk American door.

I cannot believe I do this job|for half price.

And this Tinkles, he is jerk.|He talk too much and shed all over.

-Moving fast.|-Moving west.

-Moving west-east.|-On her way to the corner.

-And she's out.|-And she's out.

Oh, man, it's locked.

What do they know? I work hard,|bring home the Meow Mix.

-What's he doing?|-Kid!

What? Dogs!

Take this!

Missed.

Run!

Come on, kid. Hurry!

Watch it! He's coming in!

-There's a bomb at the lab door.|-We're on it.

Doggies, why not come out and play?

-Guys!|-Come on, man!

The bomb. The bomb!

I'm going for the bomb.

-You distract him.|-Why me?

-You wanted to help.|-Come on! Come on!

-Stupid cat!|-That'll get his attention.

-The dresser's coming down.|-No, no!

Butch. The bomb.|You got 45 seconds.

I said we're on it.

You need anger management.

Boomerang!

Look out, kid!

Nice catch.

Human!

Phone.

Hang on, Butch!

Hey, puppy, fetch.

No! Wait!

All right!

A flying dog.

Hold on, kid.

-Hurry! The bomb!|-The bomb.

-Get off me, furball!|-Fight!

Take him.|I'll go for the bomb.

Ten seconds.

You fight like a poodle.

The book says cut the red wire.

We're dogs. We're colorblind!

Right. The dark gray one!|Oh, no.

Don't touch it!

Come on.

Please!

That's the one!

Think you have won?|Remote detonator!

Oh, good.

Come here, Lou.

-Nice outfit.|-Come here.

Ouch!

Hang on. Good doggy.

It's bulbous.

That's a breakthrough.|If I can only find. . . .

. . .a little protein synthesis|and an electrostatic charge. . .

. . .it should sustain|the compound. . . .

Good job with the boomerang.|You're acting like an agent.

-Was that a compliment?|-He never compliments me.

Sam, Peek, call in a clean-up crew.

Hello? Here, kitty, kitty.

Here, little kitty, kitty.

I have a treat for you.|Here, kitty, kitty--

Oh, my God.

Who left the window open?

Here, kitty.

I will tell you nothing!

. . .but inside, granite!

We can't get anything else|out of him.

We pumped a few things|from his stomach.

Pretty standard:

Grenade, pick,|dynamite, squeaky mouse...

...and this.

"This is where you are to|enact my fiendish plan.

Eat this after you read it|so no one will find it."

Look here. A Christmas tree.

Research is trying to place it.

Ring any bells?

What's next?

You heard her, boys.|Focus on the mission.

-Full spread scans every 20 minutes.|-Roger that.

-Sam, trim your bangs.|-Sorry.

Kid, keep up the good work.

Remember to stay away from the boy.

Keep your eye on the ball.

Come on! Where's the ball?|Bring me the ball!

Come on, bring me the ball.

Where's the ball?

Come on, Lou.

Bring me the ball, Lou!

I have it now!|You can't get it from me!

How do you always find me?|Tell me.

Let's hear it.

Belly rub!

I'll race you across the yard!

What? Too slow?

Come on! You can't catch me!|Try and get it.

Oh, no!

No, Lou!

Negative. Non-reactive.

Serum sample 1-5-4-3...

...negative. Non-reactive.

My work.

It was an accident. I was playing|with the dog-The door was open!

Then I was just playing. . . .

I didn't mean to.

-I'm so sorry.|-You should just go to school.

Sample 1-5-4-6, negative.|Non-reactive.

Butch will kill me.

1-5-4-7, negative.|Non-reactive.

Serum sample 1-5-4-8...

...negative. Non-reactive.

Serum sample 1-5-4-9...

...positive. Pro-reactive.

Molecular structure resolved.|Allergy formula complete.

I did it.

We did it.

We did it.

Hi, doctor. The cure for dog allergies?|Success. Done.

Fantastic. Send it to me|and we'll verify it.

Tomorrow morning, then.|Bless you.

Unacceptable.

We must act immediately|or it will be out of reach.

Oh, who? Me?

Were you not paying attention?

-Not really. Are you mad?|-Yes! I am mad!

You imbecile bug. . . .

Mr. Tinkles!

Guess what I made for you!

Now you can look just like me.

No, I think not, Sophie.|Those days are through.

What's the matter, Large Marge?

Cat got your tongue?

Scary, isn't it?

Lock her in the closet.|Remain on schedule.

Our day has come!

Brake!

Gas!

Brake!

Mr. Mason.|What a surprise, sir.

Good morning, human guard.|Let us in. That is all.

Of course, sir.

Get off the brake!

Brake!

Brake! Hit the brake!

Gas!

Get out of the road!

Brake!

-Gas!|-What are you doing?

-Brake!|-Can't you drive, you imbecile?

Don't make me come up--

Where'd you get licensed?

Hello. Out of my way.

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