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Grumbo, seat belt.

(Whistling)

Huh?

Canine patrol at your service.

(Knocking at door)

Grumbo, on your feet. Discipline.

That's what every good

farm dog needs, is discipline.

Mm--

Grumbo can herd cows, hunt, track,

tie knots, mow your lawn,

and he's also a first-class sheepdog.

We already have a sheepdog, thank you.

Kanuto? You call him a sheepdog?

Speaking of which, where is Blackie?

Blackie isn't the only lost

sheep on this farm.

You know darn well what I mean.

It's all Kanuto's fault.

He looks all business, don't he?

WOMAN:
That may be,

but as soon as Kanuto's back,

this pit bull can clear off.

Have him on trial for a week.

After that, you can tell me

whether you want him or not.

MAN:
If he finds Blackie, he's staying.

Whoa.

This isn't good.

(Music playing)

(Music playing)

(Music playing)

(Gasping)

Go on. Take it.

Take it. Come on.

MAN:
Yeah. There they are.

Got them.

Now look me in the face, you circus dog,

because as a sheepdog you're a joke.

Uh--

You got nothing more

to worry about, Blackie.

Daddy's here.

(Sighing)

Rest, Blackie. Rest.

You're back home now.

No one's going to bother you now,

especially Kanuto.

So put your head down.

Bad dog.

You're a bad, bad dog.

Is that how you look after the flock?

Where are the rest of the sheep?

- Stop.

- Huh?

Where do you think you're going?

(Humming)

Have you got something wrong

with your eyes?

Who are you?

Your worst nightmare, darling.

So I'd advise you

to get your act together

before I lose my temper

and dye you white,

just like you deserve.

(Growling)

But first, give me 10 push-ups.

Push-ups?

Yeah, push-ups.

You know what push-ups are, don't you?

Uh, well--

PEPE:
Oh, I know what they are.

Yeah, push-ups.

They're sort of pancake, aren't they?

Pancakes yourselves!

Here, watch a real push-ups pro.

Push-ups pro.

(Grunting softly)

Well, he looks happy with himself.

Yeah, but so does the village idiot.

What did you say?

I, uh, I said I couldn't

do it better myself.

You there.

I gave you 10 push-ups.

So get to it.

Ten-hut!

And the rest of you,

general inspection.

Empty your pockets on the double.

Hey, you. I can't hear you counting!

And a half.

Is that the best you can do?

The rest of you, general inspection.

Stand to attention.

Never in my whole life

have I seen such sissies.

But believe you me,

it's all going to change.

That includes you, half-pint.

You're in for a tough time, too.

Get in line.

Right, you sissies.

Hit the dirt and give me

50 push-ups. Jump to it.

Uh, excuse me,

but I've already done mine.

Oh, I'm sorry, madam.

You must be worn out.

Why didn't you say so?

Well, yes. I'm a little tired.

I understand. You poor thing.

Maybe you need to go on

vacation. A week off, perhaps?

Hmm?

Uh, yeah.

GRUMBO:
Right! In the hole! Ah!

Where do you think you're going?

Get back here.

Hey, come on.

What are you running from? Come here.

Get back here.

Have a nice time.

We'll see how you feel

after a day in the hole.

(Door closing)

Anyone else want a free vacation? Huh?

Whew.

MARVIN:
What a goon.

I'm only interested in her from

a professional point of view.

She's a member of my flock,

if you understand.

Ex. Ex-flock.

You mean that pain in the neck?

He won't last a week.

Huh?

(Sniffing)

Whoa!

Are you going to try

and discuss the plan with me?

Or continue to try and convince me

that you're not interested in her?

Uh, okay. Right.

You distract Grumbo

whilst I help her escape.

Nothing to it, hey?

- How do I do that?

- I don't know.

Just goad him until he chases you.

If he chases me?

Are you mad?

(Grumbo humming)

Whoa!

(Humming)

He's got a screw loose.

Wow.

(Humming)

(Sniffing)

(Growling)

MARVIN:
Psst!

Hey, you.

Yeah, you.

Who, me? I'm coming.

What do you want, quackie?

Can I tell you something private.

Uh, at ease.

When I grow up,

I want to be just like you.

- Mm-hmm.

- What?

Just like me?

MARVIN:
Yeah. I'm fed up with people

kicking sand in my face.

I want to learn how to be big

and strong, like you.

KANUTO:
Blackie? Blackie?

(Knocking at door)

(Gasping)

Can you hear me? Blackie?

Blackie?

Aah! Shh!

Don't make so much noise.

Blackie? Is that you?

Who do you think it is? Santa Claus?

Are you okay?

I'll be better as soon

as I can get out of here.

What? You're going to escape?

But how?

Wait and see, and you'll find out.

(Grunting)

Oh.

Blackie, what's going on?

Blackie, stop?

He'll hear you.

Wow, you're so cool, man.

Big and tough and ferocious.

(Thumping) You're the real deal.

Hang on a second, will you?

Hey, I didn't even finish

what I was saying yet.

I want you to teach me

martial arts, karate,

- and all that stuff.

- Listen, son,

I know there's a dog

somewhere deep inside you.

I can see it from your beak.

If you like, I'll give you

a quick lesson.

You should always

learn the ropes from the master.

Blackie, Blackie.

Please, Blackie, talk to me.

Hang on. Let me help.

(Whimpering)

(Panting)

Oh, this door is imposs-- Whoa!

Oh, Kanuto.

Whoa.

You didn't even try

to pull from your side.

Don't think, Kanuto. Just don't think.

And don't say anything either.

With, woof,

riff, woof.

Woof.

That's better. Much better.

Much, much better. Keep going.

Woof.

Yeah, not bad.

A bit timid, though.

Try again. Ruff.

(Music playing)

(Music playing)

There. Sorted.

Let's get out of here.

Yeah. It's time to help the others.

What are you talking about?

We're going to the moon.

What about the others?

They'll just have to do like us.

But you can't just leave like that.

Why shouldn't I?

Look, Blackie, we can't go

to the moon on a whim.

What if what you saw on TV was fake?

And besides, we must rescue the others.

Look, honey, you're the one

who lost them, not me.

So you do what you want.

Me, I'm going to the moon.

Bye, then!

Bye, then to you,

you stuck-up piece of sh-- Sheep.

Charming.

I'm off on my trip,

and all you can say is "bye, then"?

Hi, then.

Mmm.

But,

you're not Kanuto.

You're,

Karl Wolf, fashion designer.

Come, pretty pretty.

I have the most precious

projects for you.

What does she think she's doing?

That she can go to the moon

all by herself

like a grownup?

(Sighing)

Blackie. All by herself.

What's this? It smells like--

(Sniffing)

Oh.

She's been wolf-snapped.

(Sniffing)

KARL:
I'm a genius,

as the whole world knows.

And now I've found

the most perfect model.

Amongst all the arts,

all of which I excel at,

I have chosen the most creative

and imaginative one,

fashion.

Naturally, I could have become

a famous painter or writer, or both.

But I lack the patience.

I take it that that is

your natural colour, my dear?

Your breath smells.

Hmm?

(Blowing and sniffing)

No, it doesn't.

Whatever.

Anyway, what you've just been telling me

is a load of trash.

I'm not interested.

We can fly there

To the end

We can take off anywhere

(Scatting)

What are they?

Gypsy songbirds.

I've had them imported

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