Rock Dog Page #6

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and presented to Saxons

by the Romans, I think it was.

- Wow!

- So not that one.

- Okay. How... How 'bout that one?

- No, no. Not that one.

- Well, this one I like...

- No, no. Not that one.

Okay. Well,

I like the color of this one...

No, no. Just...

I lost the keys to that one.

Ah!

(grunts)

(objects clattering)

What about this one?

It makes you look like a rock star.

So what do we learn first?

Chords? Fingering? Strumming techniques?

That's boring stuff.

Really, to be honest, boring.

I'll teach you that later in the lesson.

Necessary, but boring.

Best to start off with songwriting.

Have you ever composed?

I have this one little something

about a garbage truck.

Can you play it?

Yeah, I can give it a shot.

(guitar music playing)

(Bodi off-key)

I'm so stuck in this garbage truck

I just wanna get myself out

Wait... That's good.

But stop it for the moment. Ah...

Waste management, mate.

It's not very rock 'n' roll is it,

you see?

Pardon me?

You've got to write something that's going

to resonate with the masses.

You mean, like, something that makes

people feel good.

Yes! So reach inside yourself--

Wh-- where did you come from, mate?

- My-- my town's called Snow Mountain.

-ANGUS:
What's that make you feel like?

Uh...

What's the word? Uh...

- Disgusted?

- No...

- Uh, entrapped?

- Not really.

- Angry? Bitter?

- Uh...

- Judgmental?

- Not quite.

- One horse?

- No.

- Anti-cat?

- I got it!

Glorious.

Glorious? Yeah. That'll do.

(guitar music playing)

(piano music playing)

(beat fades in)

(rock music playing)

(clanging)

(electric guitar music playing)

(inaudible)

(shockwave)

(Ozzy exclaims)

(window shatters

Rock and roll, mate!

(panting)

I... I can't believe I did that.

Yeah, you were on fire!

That's what you were.

You were totally on fire!

You were in the zone!

- Did you feel it?

- I did feel it!

I felt it. I felt it-- You blew up my

room!

You blew up my room!

I'm sorry, Mr. Scattergood!

It doesn't matter. It does not matter.

Nothing to worry about, all right?

The song... is done. It is done.

BODI:
So, that's the lesson?

ANGUS:
Yeah it is.

(laughing) Why, it's one of the best

I've ever given.

Watch the welcome mat. There you go.

So when should I come back?

(flaps lips) Is that...

For our second lesson? ls tomorrow good?

Why, um...

that's gonna be... It's tricky, uh,

really slammed stuff, you know,

on the calendar-wise, you know.

But we, we could...

I'll get my people to...

But, you know,

we'll work out something.

Okay. Well,

I guess I'll just go over to the park.

Great, great, mate. Just, uh...

(beeping)

Hurry up before the hedge pops up...

There you go, mate!

Mind the mice!

- Okay! Well, goodbye!

'Bye then!

BODI:
Bye, Ozzy!

(Angus mumbles indistinctly)

- See you soon!

-(Angus mumbles indistinctly)

(grunting, panting) Whoo-hoo!

Guys, you're not gonna believe this.

You're not gonna believe it!

Mr. Scattergood gave me a music lesson!

And we wrote a song together!

- He even let...

-GERMUR:
Whoa! Hey...

-RADIO DJ:
On the line, right now,

- He's on! He's on!

RADIO DJ:
(over radio) Angus, tell us...

Tell us about your new single.

ANGUS:
(over radio)

It's been a long time coming,

and everyone's been saying,

"When's it coming?"

And here it is, baby, out tomorrow.

And it is called "Glorious."

Yeah, "Glorious!"

- That's the song we did!

-(rock park musicians) Shh. Shh. Quiet!

RADIO DJ:
So, uh, what inspired you?

ANGUS:
Uh, well, funny story.

I was sitting in my studio

and the bell rang.

- Yep. That was me.

-ANGUS:
Which almost never happens.

I go to the door

and there was nobody there.

What?

ANGUS:
But I looked up,

and I thought of where I grew up.

Up in the mountains where...

Uh, where the snows are.

And I thought, "This is glorious, mate.

It's just glorious."

And it came- came straight

from the heart.

From, uh, my heart, to be clear.

That was from my heart.

RADIO DJ:
That's beautiful.

ANGUS:
Well, I 'd be remiss if I didn't

acknowledge

someone who was there for me,

and without whom this song

would not have been written.

And that person

of course is my butler, Ozzy.

And he, in his own way, he is glorious.

Or not glorious.

What's a better word for it?

Square-shaped.

(stereo clicks)

Uh, he didn't mention you. Why not?

Oh, that's right

'cause the dude doesn't know you exist!

(rock park musicians laughing)

Bodi...

Hey, you should really get out

of the rain.

Germy and I are gonna grab some noodles.

You want to come?

GERMUR:
I believe you, dog.

-(lan over phone) Hello?

-ANGUS:
Ian?

- IAN:
Yeah?

- ANGUS:
Ian?

- Angus, what is it now?

-ANGUS:
Ian, mate? Can you hear this?

IAN:
What is it now?

-ANGUS:
Can you hear that?

-IAN:
Yeah, what is that? What is that?

-It's finished.

-IAN:
The song-- The song's finished?

- Two hours to spare.

-IAN:
Yes!

Okay, don't move. I'm going to send

a runner over right away.

We're going to pick it up.

We're going to have a big party tonight!

- I'm going to rent us a hotel, okay?

- Yeah, make it two hotels, okay?

-IAN:
That's really not in our budget...

- Yeah, ginormous party, all right.

- We can't do that... Angus?

- All right, cheers, mate.

(exhales deeply)

What?

Why are you looking at me like that?

Is this about that daft dog?

Come on, he'll be fine.

He'll be fine!

Look, truth is,

I could've written that song

without that dog.

All right, I could not have written

that song without that dog.

But...

It's not like I can go around

telling people the truth.

I'd lose it all, man.

I'd lose the legend...

Maybe I should give

him a little something,

for the inspiration, yeah?

Is that a good idea?

Will you stop!

You're like a stone, you are!

You stare at me with your big,

tin eyes and your big, tin face.

You tin thing!

Ozzy! That tin can.

Blackmail! It's not blackmail,

is it, technically.

It's a... it's a guilt trip.

Guilt trip! That's what it is.

(guitar music playing)

(vehicle approaching)

(engine revs)

Oh! (grunts)

(Riff laughing) We got you!

(panting)

(tires screeching)

(lasers powering up)

(grunts)

(gasps)

(breathing heavily)

(grunts)

Buncha idiots.

(cell phone ringing)

- Hey, Boss!

- Did you get him?

Yeah, I got him! I got him right here!

Everyone okay?

Yeah, yeah, um, everybody is good!

Don't you worry 'bout nothin'.

I am on top of--

LINNUX:
Riff? Riff, you there?

Oh, you better not have hung up on me!

Wakey, wakey. Have a nice nap?

Whoa.

Let's hear all about your pop's army.

How many troops?

How many lines of defense?

What's their combat effectiveness?

Sir, if my dad knew that

I was talking to a wolf... (chuckles)

Oh, boy...

Mum's the word, huh? (chuckles)

You got nothing to say?

Okay. Okay.

(grunts)

(objects clattering)

Not gonna talk about...

(yawns) the sheep army.

LINNUX:
Sheep army?

Sheep army.

Sheep army. Sheep army.

(gasps)

Sheep army.

(laughs)

(scattered laughter)

- I can't thank you enough!

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