Open Season 2 Page #8

that description for me one more time.

Yeah, Dispatch,

we got a male Caucasian...

...early 30s,

sustaining multiple pheno injections.

- We're sending him over to County.

- Go...

You heard him. Go.

He's also dark brown

and long and jiggly...

...and he walks

with the cutest little waddle.

Does this match the description

of your dog, ma'am?

Oh, Mr. Weenie.

I miss you so much.

Hey, Roberto, my main man.

- I appreciate the help out there.

- Sure thing.

And if you're ever

in the city, come on by.

We'll split a pizza pie. My treat.

From this day forward, domestics

and wilds will live together as one.

So your doghouse or mine, chica?

Hey, Rico, come here.

Let me share a wee secret with you.

I'm not a girl!

What? Seor, you have played

with Rico's emotions.

Come on, Elliot.

Time to head on home.

- I hear you. Come on, Giselle.

- All right, everybody. Take it easy.

Well, it's time to swap spit

and hit the road.

You said it, cowboy.

- Hold on. Wait for me.

- Bye- bye.

Hey, wait, Mr. Weenie.

Aren't you coming?

Well, I have decided

not to go with you.

- Why not?

- Because just like you...

...I have realised that if you're never

tied to anything, you'll never be free.

- We're not tied together anymore.

- This is figurative.

So we have to be tied up in order...?

No. We must have limits

to be limitless.

Find a seat. This could take a while.

All that matters

is to be with the one you love...

...und the one that loves you.

You're not making

any sense, Weenie.

I'm just gonna spend the rest of my life

with the one who loves me:

Giselle.

Wait for me.

Goodbye, my friends.

I will miss you all!

Weenie. It's been ages.

- Here's my chance.

- Roger.

Let's go find your buddy Stanley.

No, no, no. He's your friend now.

- It's so sad, isn't it, Bob?

- Okay, okay.

Calm down. Calm down.

Look. There he is. Long and jiggly.

Mr. Weenie? Is that you?

Mr. Weenie!

Mr. Weenie!

Oh, my baby!

You came back to Mama!

Don't lose him again, now.

- That dog loves you.

- Never.

Oh, no! The woman-beast

is torturing him again!

What? Is that what you call torture?

Yeah. Why do you ask?

Why? Man,

she's showing him affection.

You know, kiss, kiss, hug, hug.

I might have misread that.

You might have misread that?

- Let me at him!

- Hey, hey. Come on now.

- Come on.

- Don't let go of him, Boog.

- Take it easy.

- Well, enough of that hullabaloo.

You know what, Giselle?

Mr. Weenie was right.

About what?

About, you know, all that stuff

about what really matters.

Stuff? Oh, Elliot.

How do I know you really feel it

if you can't even say it?

- Well, do I have to spell it out for you?

- Yes.

- Okay. You, me, together for...

- Hello.

You were saying?

It's me and you for...

- Go on.

- Okay, what I'm trying to say is...

Why do these birds and ducks

suddenly appear...

...every time you're near?

Unless, like me...

...they long to be close to you.

Oh, Elliot,

that's the most romantic thing...

Why do stars fall down from the sky

Every time you walk by?

Just like me

They long to be

Close to you

On the day that you were born

The angels got together

And decided to create

A dream come true

So they sprinkled moon dust

In your hair of gold

And starlight in your eyes of blue

That is why

All the girls in town

Follow me...

- Oh, dear.

... all around.

It's true.

Just lik e me

They long to be

Close to you

Just lik e me

They long to be

Close to you

Giselle, I love you.

You said it!

I love you, Elliot.

Yeah, that's my man.

Close to you

Close to you

Not too close.

Close to you

I love this song.

Close to you

Oh, Roberto, that's beautiful.

Close to you

Sing it, Bob.

Big finish now!

Elliot?

Close to you

That just ain't right.

Come on!

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