Firehouse Dog Page #7

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- Hello?

- SHANE:
J.J., my dad was right- I have to tell him.

Wait, wait, Shane, slow down.

What's going on?

No, no, listen.

I-Is your mom there?

I can't get ahold of my dad.

She's at the harbor.

There's a monster blaze down there.

I know, I think it's arson.

I think they set it on purpose.

What do you mean? Who?

Corbin Sellars...

and some other guy.

I heard 'em talking about

burning down buildings

to make way for a stadium.

They want to buy up all the land.

But wait a second.

Why would they set fire

to the garbage barge?

It's not even land.

Okay, that's true.

[sighs]

Hang on.

[beeping]

Joe told me the whole

neighborhood's been boarded up

or sold off, except for...

Except for what?

Parts that have been burned down.

[beeping]

And the firehouse.

Shane, what are you getting at?

J.J., the barge is a decoy.

The real target is here.

I-It's Dogpatch.

[whispering]:

I think there's someone upstairs.

Shane, you got to leave now.

Shane?

Shane?!

Crap.

[gasps]

[hands squeaking

along pole]

Phew. Ow...

Mm...

[whooshing]

Shane...

what are you doing here?

You set the fire

that killed my uncle.

He died in the line of duty.

No, you did it.

Hey, come on.

Put that down.

[electrical crackling]

My dad trusted you, and you lied.

Why'd you do it?

To build a football stadium

for Corbin Sellars?

Shane, you're having trouble

separating fact from fiction.

Put that down and we'll

talk about this outside.

I'll put it down

as soon as the cops get here,

which will be any second now.

You're lying.

No!

- [rumbling]

- [gasps]

Okay, guys, keep it

on those hot spots.

[barking]

What's wrong, boy?

Connor, it's my daughter.

You should hear this for yourself.

Hi, J.J., go ahead.

[groaning]

Shane!

Shane!

Can you hear me?!

[grunts]

Shane!

Shane!

[coughing]

- [barking]

- Whoa!

[snarling]

[snarling]

[barks]

All-all right, all right.

You're... Nice doggy.

You're a nice doggy.

All right, stay back, now.

[barking]

Go, go.

- Nice mutt. I...

- [barking]

[snarling]

Sit.

Stay!

[barking]

[snarling]

[whimpering]

[screams]

[panting]

[barking]

[growling]

[whimpering]

[moaning]

[barking]

[flames crackling]

[barks]

[grunting]

Come on...

[coughing]

[whimpering]

[thud, whimper]

[flames crackling

in distance]

Dewey?

[coughing]

Let's get out of here.

[siren blaring]

[horn blowing]

[sighs]

Whoa, whoa!

Watch out, Cap!

Good job, rook.

Come on.

[coughing]

Come on, Dewey.

[coughing]

[barking]

Come on!

[grunting]

[barking]

All the doors are locked!

There's no way in!

- Guys, the roof's gonna go!

- Quiet! Quiet! Quiet!

[distant, faint barking]

He's with Shane.

He's found Shane!

Pep!

Shane!

[door creaking]

JOE:
It's no good!

It's not working!

[grunting] Stand back!

Engine 55 to Dispatch.

We have a fire in our engine house.

Persons believed inside.

[grunting]

[metal creaking]

[barking]

Hold up! Hold up!

I'm coming out!

[coughing]

Zach!

Where's Shane?

[sirens blaring, horns blowing]

I don't know.

The place was in flames

when I got here.

I thought I heard

someone inside,

but I couldn't find him.

I tried.

I really tried.

[coughs]

Get him some oxygen.

Don't let him leave.

Let's hit that fire.

[barking]

CONNOR:
Shane!

Dad! I'm in here!

[coughing, grunting]

Dad!

Are you all right?

Dad, it's hard to breathe!

Get back and stay low.

[grunting]

Come on!

[grunting]

Wait. Dad!

Dad, give me your ax;

I need to bust the hinges!

If I break the glass,

the fire's gonna flash over.

Trust me.

Stand back.

[coughing]

Okay.

[air rushing]

The top one first.

The top one first.

[grunting]

It won't break!

Lay on it, Shane!

[Shane grunting, clanking]

CONNOR:
Come on!

You can do it!

[barking]

Come on!

Got it!

[grunts]

Dad.

Come on, Dewey, get us out of here.

[Connor coughing]

[coughing]

- [barking]

- Hey, look!

[coughing]

Joe, we got him!

We got to get him some air.

Here, just jump up.

[gasping]

Easy.

[coughing]

Take it easy.

It's all right.

It's all right.

[muffled grunts]

Where's Zach Hayden?

Just relax.

[muffled grunts]

He set the fires, Dad.

He set all of them.

Even the mill fire.

You were right.

[coughing]

[coughing]

Cap!

Is it true?

Is it true?

Connor, no one was

supposed to get hurt.

- Cap!

- What about my brother?!

- What about my son?!

- No!

ZACH:
It was Corbin Sellars!

He promised!

Sorry.

My bad.

Just give him to the cops.

Come on.

Come on, get up.

- We got one for you, Mac.

- Got it.

MAC:
We'll take it from here.

Hey.

You really kept your cool in there.

Yeah.

Must be my DNA.

Thanks.

Thanks.

[applause]

Okay?

[laughing]

[laughing]

[applause]

[barks]

Will Rexxx make his Broadway

debut in The Canine Mutiny?

- [cameras clicking]

- Rexxx denies that.

Come on, Trey, throw us a bone here.

Is it true there's

a tape of Rexxx

with Paris Hilton's Chihuahua?

TREY:

All I can say is

- Rexxx is prepping for

- Hey, Shane.

the most important role of his life.

Cool medal.

Uh, it's okay, I guess.

So, my mom was wondering

if maybe you and your dad wanted

to go to Baskin Robbins with us.

Me?

With...

Yeah.

Sure, I think he'd like that.

Great.

Hey.

It's time to say good-bye, chief.

I know your name is Rexxx...

with, like,

a whole lot of X's,

but you'll always be Dewey to me.

[sniffles]

[whining]

I'll come visit you real soon.

I don't think so, Shane.

- Trey...

- You promised him.

I changed my mind.

After being

a real hero,

he'd never be happy

just acting like one.

[whimpering]

So long, wonder dog.

I'll come visit you real soon.

[gentle, noble theme

playing]

[laughing]

[people chattering]

Take it easy, rookie!

That's my new bun warmer.

Got it, Joe buddy.

Joe buddy?

Uh, Mr. Joe... buddy.

Sir.

You got that right.

LIONEL:
Oh, my God.

It's the Ark of the Covenant.

No.

This is a fully water-jacketed

"we ain't never arriving last

on the scene again."

That's what this is.

Yeah.

[phone ringing]

I got it.

- Too late.

- I'm closest.

I'm biggest.

Dogpatch.

Proud home of Engine 55.

May I help you?

There.

Not bad, huh?

[alarm sounding]

Uh.

- I guess we better go.

- Yep.

DISPATCHER:

Engine 55, Ladder Eight, respond.

Fuller Road near Hightown Mall.

Grass fire.

Be advised, heavy smoke reported.

Caution on approach.

Visibility poor.

What's wrong?

[rock music playing]

[chuckles]

[barking]

Let's go, Dogpatch!

Suit up 40 seconds!

- [whooping, cheering]

- All right!

- Yes!

- Awesome!

[siren blaring]

[horn blowing]

You're one strange dog.

[grunts]

Go get 'em, boy.

[man singing rock]

Hey, hey!

Looks like we got some backup!

[laughing]

- All right, Dewey!

- Yeah, Dewey!

- [howling]

- Good boy!

[laughing]

Dispatch, Engine 55 is en route.

- Yeah!

- Whoo-hoo!

SHANE:

And that's the tale of the dog

who fell from the sky.

He wasn't rich anymore

or powerful or pampered.

But for the first time ever,

he was a real dog.

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