Space Dogs: Adventure to the Moon

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A long time ago in a

country very away far called Russia,

there were two best friends

that went into space together.

Their names

were Belka and Strelka.

When they came back,

Belka married a brave

German Shepherd named Kazbek.

They had a little puppy

called Pushok.

Pushok wanted to be a space dog

like his mom and dad.

But first he was picked to go on

an exciting adventure to America.

Now, Pushok, have you

remembered everything?

Mom, don't worry. This isn't the

first time I've been away from home.

Yes, Belka, Pushok is a big boy.

I know, Kazbek, but I'm gonna

miss my little baby so much.

Mom, I can't breathe.

Time to go, Son. Your mom and

I are both very proud of you.

Thanks, Dad.

And when I get back, I'll start

training to be a space dog, right?

Absolutely not. Being a

space dog is dangerous.

That's why your Aunt Strelka and I

are going back into show business.

We'll talk about it

when you get back.

Have a good time, kiddo.

Mm-hmm.

Bye, Aunt Strelka!

Bye, kid!

Don't take any wooden nickels!

Tell the Americans nothing!

- Bye, Son.

- Be safe, darling. We love you.

I'm gonna miss him so.

He'll be fine.

He's a great kid.

- Takes after his aunt.

- Okay, ladies, time to hit the road.

Fame and fortune await!

We'll see you

in two months, big guy.

Have a good time, my little star.

Break a leg. Well, not really.

You know what I mean.

All right,

let's get this party started.

Hit the tunes, Porky.

Please, baby, say to me

All the things

that set me free

I'm gonna miss them. Yeah, things

will be pretty dull here without them.

Or not.

It looks like that beam

came from the moon.

We'd better get back to base. Come on.

Moonshot One is

on the pad and prepped for go.

All indicators

are ready for launch.

Comrade Kesha.

Huh?

Are we still receiving that

strange signal sent from the moon?

It's very weak,

but we still are.

And we still don't know

the language?

It's in no language

that we recognize.

Then it's up to Kazbek

to find out what's up there.

Mission Control,

this is Commander Kazbek.

Begin systems check.

Launch control...

is good.

Boosters set to standby. Signal

tracking is online and good to go.

We have your flight path set to

put you close to the green beam.

Roger, Control.

Once I make moon landing,

I will attempt to make

contact with the moon rover.

Tell the brass in Moscow if the Americans

are behind this, I'll find out about it.

Roger, Commander. Commencing

launch sequence now.

Engines are go for burn.

Six, five, four,

three, two, one.

Ignition.

Rockets to full.

We have liftoff.

Control, I have cleared

the launch tower.

Roger, Kazbek.

You are go for the moon.

First-stage separation is good.

Prepare second-stage separation.

Second stage confirmed.

Next stop, the moon.

It's a pretty small house

tonight, don't you think?

Small? Small? Any smaller, and

we'd undergo gravitational collapse.

How I long for the long ago days

when crowds lined up for blocks

to see the famous first dogs in space

perform family friendly entertainment

at a reasonable price.

Wasn't that, like, a month ago?

Show business is

a fickle calling, my friend.

Are the girls ready?

Good to go, boss.

Then, in the famous words

of Vladimir Ulyanov - Hmm?

The show must go on!

Yeah.

Ladies and gentlemen,

pets, animals

and vermin of all kinds,

you are about to experience

in this humble venue

the absolute towering pinnacle

of theatrical stagecraft,

for tonight

I bring you two stars

that have journeyed

through the heavens themselves

and returned to bring you the musical

tale of their heroic adventure.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I bring you Belka and Strelka!

We're lightin' up the sky

just like a firework

We're sparkling so bright,

every head will turn

Tonight, tonight, tonight

We're lightin' up the stage

just like a spotlight

Everybody

Everybody, get in line

Tonight, tonight, tonight

We are stars

We are stars

We are stars

We are stars

We are stars

We are stars

We are stars

We are stars

We are stars

We are stars

We are stars

We are stars

Everyone can see

we're livin' a dream

We are stars

We are stars

We are stars We are

stars We are stars

Did you use all the

fireworks, you idiot?

Um, I wasn't supposed to?

Oh, something happened!

"Come into show business

with me," you said.

"Flying rockets through space

was too dangerous," you said.

Yes, I am aware

of the irony in this situation.

Well, that never happened

in rehearsal. Ooh!

Ooh!

I always wondered

why you insisted

we wear parachutes

under our costumes.

I've worked with Lenny before.

Everybody, this is Pushok.

Pushok's parents are

famous Russian space dogs.

Isn't that exciting?

Pushok, do you want to

play Frisbee? I'll get one.

Hi. Um, it's nice to meet you.

Let's get something straight.

I'm the big dog around here. Oui.

- You are? I thought you were a cat.

- I am, you brainless bunny.

I thought I was a rabbit.

Pushok! Where are you?

- It's Caroline. I gotta go.

I'll come back later

and we can play.

Who was that?

That-

is trouble.

Things were fine

before Pushok showed up.

And as far as I'm concerned, four pets

in the White House is one too many, right?

Right.

Do you mean me?

Good boy!

Good boy, Pushok!

When my dad gets back,

he'll play with us.

Just look at him out there,

shamelessly frolicking.

That fleabag has no dignity.

It makes me so angry, the

frizz is going out of my do.

I must call my stylist.

Oh, Pushok, I wish you

could stay with us forever.

She'll get tired of us, and we'll

all be sold for medical experiments!

Run for your lives!

He has a point.

Pushok is clearly becoming

Caroline's favorite pet.

We must get rid of him.

Mission Control, this is Kazbek.

I am on final approach

to a lunar landing.

Everything looks good

for landing, Commander.

You are go for Moonfall.

Landing thrusters engaged.

Landing gear deployed.

Ten meters. Eight meters.

Five meters. Three meters.

Two. One. Contact.

Yeah!

Control, I am down in space.

I moved over to their-

Commander Kazbek,

we are losing your transmission.

Please come in.

Commander? Commander Kazbek,

can you hear us? Commander!

I think our friend Kazbek has

found the source of the beam.

Mission Control, I do not

know if you are receiving me,

but I am in the rover

and moving out onto the surface.

I am proceeding

to the primary target area.

Mission Control,

no sign of the beam's origin,

but I am detecting some sort

of strange energy readings.

I've never seen

anything like it. I, uh-

Mission Control!

Mission Control!

I see something, and it

looks like a-It looks like a-

Oh!

Mission Control, this is Kazbek

in Moon Rover One.

I am in an emergency situation!

Control, can you hear me?

Mission Control! Mission Control!

White House, this is Eagle One.

We have the president

and the joint chiefs aboard.

Roger. You are cleared

to land, Eagle One.

All right, General, I want a full

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