Isle of Dogs Page #2

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Spots-u! Spots-u! Spots-u!

We get the idea.

You're looking

for your lost dog, Spots.

- Does anybody know him?

- Hmm. No.

Uh-uh.

(GRUNTING)

- (ALL GASP)

- Wow.

(CROWD CHEERING)

(CHEERING)

(WHISPERING IN JAPANESE)

In response to questions

regarding the purported

disappearance

of his ward Atari,

Mayor Kobayashi offers

no comment

and urges reporters to respect

the privacy of

the mayoral-household.

Atari, aged 12, was last seen

early yesterday morning

rolling a small airplane

onto a runway

at Megasaki Executive Airport.

(ATARI WHISTLING)

NARRATOR:
24 hours later.

(WHISTLING CONTINUES)

(GROWLS)

I bite.

I beg your pardon.

Ignore that dog.

He's got Snout-fever.

Just please follow us.

(SNEEZES)

REX:
Now, I never met him,

but I asked around.

I understand

he made a lot of friends.

He had a very good-natured

temperament, I'm told.

Of course,

you would know best.

It's just a bit further

up here on the left.

Anyway, as I say,

he seemed to have been

an extremely pleasant animal.

Unfortunately, nobody could

figure out

how to open his dog-cage.

NARRATOR:
Three years earlier.

NELSON:
The sole survivor

of last week's

colossal

bullet-train disaster,

a young boy named Atari,

awoke from a deep-coma

early this morning

to learn

of his parents' tragic deaths

and also the intention

of his distant-uncle,

Mayor Kobayashi,

to personally adopt him

as ward

to the mayoral-household.

Upon his release

from Megasaki General,

Atari who suffered the loss

of his right kidney

and numerous broken bones

in the crash

will live

in sequestered quarters

within the confines

of Brick Mansion,

where he will be educated

in solitude by private tutors.

Atari has also been assigned

a security-detail

for his own protection

in the form of a highly

trained bodyguard-dog

named Spots Kobayashi.

(MONITOR BEEPING)

(MAJOR-DOMO SPEAKING JAPANESE)

Um, you're my new master.

My name is Spots.

I'm at your service.

I'll be protecting

your welfare and safety

on an ongoing-basis.

In other words:
I'm your dog.

(MAJOR-DOMO YELLS)

(SPEAKING JAPANESE)

Bodyguard-dog! Not pet!

(HEADSET BEEPING)

(BEEPING)

(SPEAKING JAPANESE)

(WHISPERING IN JAPANESE)

Master Atari.

(CONTINUES WHISPERING

IN JAPANESE)

I can hear you.

I can hear you.

DOGS:
Oh, no.

You need a key.

(ALL SPEAKING JAPANESE)

(ATARI SPEAKING JAPANESE)

(WHISTLING)

(CONTINUES WHISTLING)

(RAT SQUEAKING)

(ENGINE STARTING)

(SPEAKING JAPANESE)

(BEEPING)

(RADAR BEEPING)

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

Where'd you get that?

What? I always had this.

I stole it

off the dead skeleton.

(GASPS) Oh, no.

Hey! The wrong dog died!

The wrong dog died!

(SHOUTS)

(SPEAKING JAPANESE)

(PANTING)

The wrong...

The wrong dog died.

He's not Spots.

Who is that?

(SNIFFING)

I can't smell him.

(KOBAYASHI SPEAKING JAPANESE)

(PHONE RINGS)

(SNAPS FINGERS)

(DRONE WHIRRING)

(MAN SPEAKING JAPANESE

OVER SPEAKERS)

(SHOUTING IN JAPANESE)

(ALL SPEAKING JAPANESE)

(DOGS WHINING)

(ATARI GROANING)

This is child abuse.

Chief, you fight

the robot-dog.

Wait. What?

King, Duke, Boss? You attack

the three dog-catchers.

KING:
On it.

I'll guard the little pilot.

On my command. Ready?

Wait a second!

I am not gonna fight

this robot!

I'm against the little pilot,

remember?

I don't even believe

in masters.

You're the best in a scrap.

We all know that.

You like to fight.

Well, let's take a vote.

All in favor of Chief

fighting the robot-dog,

say "Aye".

- ALL:
Aye.

- Nay.

Sic 'em.

(DOGS BARKING)

(GROWLS)

(BARKING CONTINUES)

(SPEAKING JAPANESE)

(ALARM BLARING)

(SPEAKING JAPANESE)

My ward, Atari,

has been kidnapped

against his will

by a pack of disobedient,

contagious, infected animals.

He will be rescued promptly,

returned to safety,

and grounded for the duration

of his childhood years.

His five dog-abductors

have been identified

through the use

of advanced Tooth-and-Tail

Recognition Software:

They will, of course,

be captured

and violently destroyed.

(SPEAKING JAPANESE)

(BELL RINGS)

(CAT YOWLS)

get a check-up, too.

He looks worse than anybody.

(SPEAKING JAPANESE)

(SHOUTING IN JAPANESE)

spoke his language.

(SPEAKING JAPANESE)

Well, I understood that.

Sit down.

Sit-o!

Chief! Sit!

I don't sit.

You're disobedient! Sit!

No.

(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

(SNEEZES)

(WIND HOWLING)

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

NUTMEG:
I wouldn't drink that,

if I were you.

It's full of toxic chemicals.

How do you know?

Because my sister-in-law

drank it,

and her tongue turned black.

Oh.

You're Felix's mate.

I beg your pardon?

I mean, I think you mated

with Felix,

if I heard it right?

That's none of your business.

No, no, I don't suggest

whether it actually

happened or not.

I'm just saying

that I recognize you

from when I heard that rumor.

(SNEEZES)

I think I'm going

to say good-night.

Wait, wait, wait. No.

Wait. Start over.

Who cares about Felix?

I'm Chief. (CLEARS THROAT)

That's my name.

I see.

I'm introducing myself.

Who are you?

I thought you knew

all about me.

(CHUCKLES)

No, I don't know anything.

I should've kept

my mouth shut.

It's all hearsay.

Anyway, you're Nutmeg.

So you do know me, after all.

After all? Yes.

You a show-dog, Nutmeg?

I was bred as a show-dog.

I was groomed

for that purpose.

It wasn't my choice.

I don't consider it

my identity.

Anyway, look around.

What difference

does it make now?

So that's a yes.

So that's a:

yes, I used to be.

May I join you?

(NUTMEG GASPS)

You've been attacked.

Hmm. What else is new?

You should see the other dog.

(CLEARS THROAT) Actually,

I think he was made

of stainless-steel.

I couldn't get my teeth

into him.

Who is the little pilot?

What'd he do?

Why are they after him?

Nobody knows.

You're a stray, aren't you?

Yes, I'm a stray.

But aren't we all?

In the last analysis, I mean?

Were you trained?

For competition.

I was a show-dog.

You know a few tricks, then.

A few.

Can I see one?

Maybe if I get to

know you better.

Fair enough.

It's not true, by the way.

About me and Felix.

For the record.

I wouldn't bring puppies

into this world.

I don't believe in masters.

I never did.

It's against my principles.

But this is no place

for a dog like you.

You belong somewhere.

You've got papers.

Oh, I'm full-grown,

sweetheart.

You don't have to worry

about me.

Good-night.

I hope I'll see you again.

- Here's one.

- One what?

I'm supposed to be spinning

a nine-pound bowling-ball

over my head at this point,

but you just have to

imagine that part.

Oh.

I can picture it.

Will you help him?

The little pilot?

Why should I?

Because he's

a 12-year-old boy.

Dogs love those.

KING:
Spots, whoever he is,

might be alive,

and he might be dead,

but one thing's for sure:

he's nowhere around here.

He's not in the dog-community.

There's probably another

500 Japanese hectares

of unmapped waste-land

on Trash Island at least.

Where do we start?

(CLEARS THROAT) Also,

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