Dr. Dolittle: Tail to the Chief Page #5

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I think it's working.

I'll have to call you back.

Stee-rike two.

Do you know that your breed is extremely

social and loves to play and fetch?

- Two words:
"Give up. "

- Two words:
"No way. "

One word:
"Later"!

Just keep swingin'.

Stee-rike three!

You're out.

Remember back in ninth grade when I had

that cafeteria feud with Wendy Boudreau?

Who could forget her? Her face looked like

the business end of a bulldog.

And how did I handle that situation?

I made friends with her friends.

Interesting. I would

have just pooped in her shoes.

Lucky, I think it's time for another

group therapy session.

Come on.

Hey, are you gonna join us today?

Ah, uh, yeah, I, um-

Remember what F.D.R. Said: "We have

nothing to fear but fear itself. "

You're right. You're right. You're

absolutely right. I'm coming out. Here I come.

Doh!

- I just can't do it.

- Okay. Whenever you're ready.

All right, Maya.

Let's go make some friends.

Hello, everyone.

- How are y'all doin' today?

- Rats!

I think last time we started off on the

wrong foot. Let's start off fresh, shall we?

You have foiled my poop bomb.

I am most impressed.

Horacio, I know you miss

your girlfriends back in Venezuela.

Yes. This is true.

You're feeling lonely because you're the only

Amazon parrot within a hundred-mile radius.

Yes. This, too, is true.

You're feeling the pressure of having

to be exotic and colorful 24-7.

You have seen into my soul.

Wait a second.

What's goin' on here?

Bruce, you're numbing out,

partying all the time...

because you feel like, otherwise,

everybody's gonna think you're boring.

- Isn't that right?

- Crikey, you don't know what it's like...

to be a party animal.

And, Rosie, you like gossiping

all the time...

because then you feel like

you're the center of attention.

But you feel some deep shame

when it's all over, don't you?

- I just wanna be liked.

- I like you, mate.

Yeah. We all think that you're

an amazing chinchilla, don't we?

- Don't we?

- I like you, Rosie.

- Me too.

- Me three.

Hey, don't fall for this.

She's trying to trick you.

And, Aldo, my monkey friend...

I know you miss your carefree days

ofbeing in the alfresco markets of Italy.

You're sad because

you miss your family back in Naples.

You miss your papa's red wine

and your sweet grandmama's cannoli.

Ah, sweet grandmama.

I am not Aldo or Italian.

I do not even have a grandmama.

L- It's me, Maya, your Monkey!

Oh, I know, Monkey. And I'm so sorry.

And I'll never leave you again, okay?

- Off you go.

- That is so beautiful.

Anteater? Come on. Blow.

Come on, you guys. Get it together.

Repeat after me:

"This is very, very good. "

This is very, very... good.

- See? Now how does that feel?

- It feels very, very... good!

You seem all right, girlie. Why would

you want to send Daisy to the pound?

What? The pound? Where would you get

a crazy idea like that?

I'll give you one guess.

Aha!

- I'm outta here.

- Ay, Daisy, please.

- Don't go.

- Daisy, come back.

Oh, and I was just starting

to feel good.

What am I gonna do?

The prince is gonna be here in two days.

I just don't understand

why Daisy's behaving this way.

There must be something

I'm missing, but what?

Hello?

- Hey, did you hear that?

- What is it, Lucky?

Yeah. Yeah, I can totally come.

Clearwater Campground.

Okay. I'll be there.

I can't see. What's she doing?

What's she doing?

Something she shouldn't

be doing.

Just a second.

- Hey, Maya.

- Hey, can you do me a huge favor?

- Can you drive me somewhere? No questions asked.

- I would, but I don't have a car.

Gotta be some wheels

around here somewhere.

- You know, we can probably find somethin'.

- Okay.

Man, can you make this thing

go any faster?

I'm already pedal

to the metal.

This Clearwater Campground

has to be around here somewhere.

Stay here.

I'll be right back.

- That's great.

- Where did you get that?

Great.

So now you're following me?

It's bad enough I've got Secret Service on

my back. Now I've got the Dog Chatterer?

Your dad would freak out

if he found out you were here...

- without Secret Service protection.

- I can take care of myself.

- Yeah. Right.

- Wait a minute. Now I know where I know you from.

- You're the president's freakin'

daughter. - What? No. No, I'm- I'm-

Dude, dude! It's the First freakin'

Daughter, man.

- Who's got a camera?

- No!

- Come on. Come on. One picture.

- No. No pictures.

She said, no pictures.

Oh, and what are you gonna do, huh?

Call Secret Service?

- Ow!

- No, but I will.

I think it's time to leave.

- He got served.

- Oh!

- Cute.

- How did you do that?

Fifteen years of tae kwon do classes

just paid off.

I'll be right back.

You girls stay right here, okay?

So...

I suppose you think I'm a spoiled,

ungrateful, irresponsible brat.

The thought

crossed my mind.

You have no idea what it's like

to be the daughter...

of a national hero- all the expectations

that are heaped on you-

And you feel like you'll never be able to

measure up to your father's greatness-

like you have to be perfect all the time-

so what's the point?

Yes, exactly. How did-

- Your father.

- That's right.

Dr. Dolittle,

beloved veterinarian.

- National hero.

- Mm-hmm.

This past year I lost sight

of my priorities.

I let my grades drop, blew off

my responsibilities...

- and completely screwed up

my college application.

But I think the truth is,

I was afraid-

afraid I wouldn't be able to live up

to my father's reputation.

And comin' here helped me remember

what's important to me in my life...

and that's the animals- even though I had

to mess up big-time to figure that out.

It's just...

he always expects me

to be perfect.

Now do you really

believe that?

Or is that just what you tell yourself

so you can stay mad at him?

Your father is not perfect.

He makes mistakes

just like everybody else.

- Did you know that he ran for class president and lost?

- No way.

Way.

So just give him a chance...

and you'll realize that he just wants

what's best for you.

Not a word from either one of you.

No, pink's totally

your color.

Come on.

Hop up here.

Hey! Who's hungry?

# You can't see it coming #

# Until it's too late #

# You're struck down by the hand of fate #

Hot fudge is comin' in here.

# With or without #

- #And when you do it's always too late #

- Looks so good.

- #Ooh, it's all sunshine #

- Sprinkles.

- #Or it's all rain #

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- #Ooh, it's all sunshine ## -

Enough sprinkles! - Let's eat.

Gotta get some whipped cream.

Whoop!

Oh, you think that's funny, huh?

That's funny? Uh, okay.

Here.

Whoa!

Courtney, where have you been? We have

been looking everywhere for you.

Well, I, uh-

Uh, s-sir, it was...

all my fault.

I snuck out, and Courtney followed me

and Cole followed her.

Maya, this is not

fun and games here.

The prince's visit

is in two days'time...

and as far as I can see, Daisy is no

farther along than she was a week ago.

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