Over The Hedge Page #5

- This, Verne, is the problem.

- You see this?

- I'm listening.

Just...

Just hang on a second. All right?

I...

- You throwing the party?

- Yes. To the right.

There are protective booties

to put on over your shoes.

Yes! Yes!

- What is this?

- What?

Oh, that...

...is a...

...list of all the stuff

that you lost, Verne.

- Really?

- It's a big, long list. You can see.

You're a... organized little guy,

aren't you? Nice job.

You know what? I know a place

so chock-full of food,

we could get it all back in one night.

Great. Let's go. Where is it?

- Inside that house.

- What?

- What is the point of this thing?

- Just send it down.

What Verne is trying to say is...

What Verne is trying to say is...

I mean, it's hard to really

sum it all up in just one word.

- But...

- I'm sorry.

Oh, come here.

- Oh, come here, Verne.

- That's right.

OK! Listen, stay in the huddle.

Here's the plan.

Now, the traps are set here, here, here,

here, here, here, here, here, here,

here, here, here and here.

Here, here, here, here.

Big one here, here,

- and maybe a few over here.

- Gee, is that all?

No. There's a bunch

of red lights all over here.

OK, Verne? Looking a little green.

I blacked out for a second there,

but I get the idea.

There's lights, traps...

I might need to change my shell.

OK, this is us.

- Oan I be the car?

- I wanna be the car!

- I'm the car. You be the shoe.

- The shoe is lame.

Why don't you be

that snazzy-looking iron?

Hey, it's not important!

Besides, I'm the car.

I'm always the car.

The plan works in three simple steps.

Step one, kill the lights.

Step two, get inside. Step three,

get out with mountain of food.

But this place is like a fortress.

Walls, so high. Doors, impenetrable.

- How will we get in?

- The collar is the key.

Literally, the collar.

It's like a key

that opens the door and if...

And what? You think he's just

gonna hand over his collar to you?

Not to me, my femme fatale. To you.

- Her?

- Me?

You, Stella, will get that cat

to give you his collar by using...

- My stink.

...your feminine charms.

Was that out loud?

Look, raccoon, maybe that mask

you're wearing is obstructing your view,

but if you haven't noticed, I'm a skunk.

On the outside, maybe. But I'm looking

inside, Stella, and I see a fox.

And all we gotta do is get her out.

- Scissors.

- Scissors?

- Here we go.

- Watch the...

- Oharcoal.

- Oharcoal?

- Air freshener.

- Tomato juice.

- Oork.

- Oork? Don't you dare.

- Get 'em!

- Score! Yeah!

One more thing.

Stop. That's it.

Ladies and gentlemen,

our work here is done.

Oh, my.

- Big jeepers.

- She's all like, wow.

What?

Meow.

- Whoa!

- Amazing!

Gosh, she looks...

Wow.

All right, gang, this is it.

We're going in.

Not again. Dang it!

Those things are so lifelike.

Ourse you, plastic moldsman.

OK, Hammy.

Hammy!

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Hammy, I told you that cookie's junk!

But I like a cookie.

What's going on? Is everything OK?

Here we go!

Oome on, Hammy, come on. Follow the

pretty light. There it is, that's it.

That's it, that's it.

There it is. Go get it.

That's it, that's it.

Go get it, you little nut!

Bingo! OK, step two.

I thought we'd be dead by step two,

so this is going great!

OK, gorgeous, you're on.

Man, this better be one stupid cat.

Audio, go!

She's supposed to be a cat.

Put it on cat.

Maybe the cat likes a cow.

Who goes there?

You're a cat! You're a cat!

You're a cat!

I mean, I'm a cat.

- Meow.

- Yeah, right.

Shoo. Go on, get away from here.

My owner does not give scraps

to common strays.

Oommon strays?

All right, you asked for it.

- Get the collar!

- Gee, that's a nice collar you got on.

- Mind if I have a look?

- No! Oome no closer!

I must not be so near

a creature of the outdoor woods.

- Away with your filth!

- My filth?

- My filth?!

- Oh, jeepers, here we go.

OK, that's it. I am sick and tired

of everybody taking one look at me

and running away

'cause they think I'm filthy.

Well, I got news for you.

I didn't get all primped and preened

to have some over-fed, pompous puffball

tell me he's too good for me.

I got makeup on my butt, dude!

And you don't even

wanna know about the cork!

Stop! No one has ever

spoken to me like that!

It is bold. I like it.

Well, believe me,

there's more where that came from...

...puffball.

- All right, team, let's boogie.

You are strong.

Your essence is overpowering.

- What? What do you mean by that?

- It is your eyes.

- My eyes.

- They are luminous.

Luminous? Dang.

You know, I think this

is the part where I blacked out.

Did the little shoes and cars

actually get into the house?

- So you got a name?

- Yes.

It is a Persian name,

for I am Persian.

I was born Prince

Tigeriess Mahmood Shabaz.

That's a mouthful.

Oan I just call you Tiger?

- This place is huge.

- Wicked cool.

Animals are in the house.

Wow!

- Oh, my goodness.

- This is so cool.

- Yes! OK, stations, everybody.

- Let's boogie!

- We got it.

- Here we go.

No grip, no grip, no grip.

- Hammy! Less claw, more pad.

- Oh, OK.

That hurt.

- Just a minute, I'll be right there.

- What was that?

Lt... That's just the sound

of my heart. Oan't you hear it?

This way, this way!

OK, OK, we're good. Go back to work.

There ya go.

Here, catch!

Oh, boy.

Yes, I'm gonna make it.

My father, he had

an exceptionally flat face.

He was so beautiful,

he could barely breathe.

Fascinating.

...inside, I have a multi-leveled

climby-thing with shag carpet.

- Oome, I show you.

- No, no!

I haven't told you about my life.

Good, good. Going great, going great.

What is that?

That is what gets the humans

out of bed in the morning.

Where'd she go?

Get down and stay down.

Move. Move.

Oome on! We've gotta go

before she comes back.

- No! Not without those Spuddies.

- What?

Lou, Penny, back to the TV.

Heather, keep an eye on that human.

- I'm on it, RJ.

- No, Heather. Wait!

The tingle, the tingle.

RJ! The wagon's full,

let's get out of here.

Vincent, this'll only take a second

- Vincent?

- Where?

- Who's Vincent?

- Oh, Verne, Vincent.

Simple slip of the bear. Tongue!

Just bear with me

is what I meant to say.

There's no bear.

Lights fading. Limbs growing co...

Heather.

Oh, Heather!

There's a dead, white rat

on my staircase.

I thought you were dead.

I learned from the best, Dad.

That's my girl.

Oome to Papa.

We better hurry.

We don't have much time.

- What's going on, RJ?

- Nothing!

Let's get out of here

because we have what we need.

- No, we don't.

- What are you talking about?

- We have more than enough.

- Hey, listen.

I've got this long to hand over that

wagon of food to a homicidal bear.

If these Spuddies aren't on the menu,

then I will be. Now let go of my tail.

What?

Let go!

Hey, whoa!

I'm sorry, I've gotta go.

Stella, Stella,

where are you going? Stella!

Stella!

Look, it's not you.

It won't work, OK, because I'm a...

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