The Karate Dog Page #6

We're close, people.

Very close.

My vital signs

are equally impressive.

[Cho Cho gasps]

It's him.

Wolfgang, the guy I bit.

What's happening?

Keep up the good work.

(all)

Yes, sir.

[applause]

[everyone talking

simultaneously]

(Peter)

Aw, come on, Cho Cho.

You should be excited.

We did it.

Got the evidence

to put them away right here.

Excited?

Cage and I were both

students of Chin Li's.

He was like a father to us.

He let you down.

He let everybody down.

He betrayed the animals,

and worst of all,

he betrayed Chin Li.

Maybe not.

You know, maybe he

was just trying

to improve the herbs

like he said, for mankind.

How?

By doping the dogs so he could

make millions rigging races?

That could've been Edward.

It's not Edward.

He's not smart enough.

Besides, Cage's goon had

a bandage on his left wrist

exactly where

I bit Chin Li's killer.

We both know Wolfgang

is Cage's muscle guy.

One way or another,

Cage is letting it happen.

Easy, girl.

And in Gate 4, Distant Thunder,

winner of her last three starts.

In Gate 5, Misery Loves Company.

She's been off her feed

in recent weeks,

but still a viable threat.

In Gate 6, Do-Si-Do.

"Dominance" is her middle name.

Dad, it's important.

How important can it be, son?

Trouble.

Someone broke

into the mainframe and...

Speak into the microphone.

Somebody broke into the

mainframe and downloaded Lot 99.

Oh. Oh.

We found dog hairs

on the computer.

[gasps]

Cho Cho and Fowler.

[laughs crazily]

In Gate 7,

the legendary Land's End.

And finally,

in Gate 8, a newcomer

and certainly the underdog...

[laughs]

me.

Here.

Hold it.

[bell rings]

[barking]

Come on, puppies.

Keep up.

[laughing maniacally]

Boys, you ain't

gonna believe this one.

I got it this time.

I got it.

I cracked the case.

Okay, Cage Sports Enterprises

have been giving the greyhounds

at Cage Kennel Club this

type of performance enhancer,

making millions of dollars

on long-shot bets.

Can you prove it?

Yes, look.

(Peter)

Right here.

This is the formula

for what they call Lot 99.

What it does is, it enhances

natural herbs to camouflage

the added chemicals

so they don't show up

during tests.

Now we think that Chin Li

discovered it;

tried to take a sample

to the police.

That's why they killed him.

Bingo.

[Hamilton's voice]

Hi, hello, hi, hi.

Thief or thieves of Lot 99, you

have made a mistake big-time.

Fowler...

[Hamilton's voice]

Not only will

this computer blow,

(Brunelli)

What the hell's this?

[Hamilton's voice]

So I have to go.

You have exactly,

uh, uh, uh, four seconds.

[chuckles]

[Hamilton's voice]

Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye.

[explosion]

(Brunelli)

Ahh! Fowler, what is...

[screaming]

(Gerber)

You cracked the case, Fowler,

huh?

And all our computers with it.

I could have you

transferred to another planet.

Yeah.

Yeah, good idea.

This is definitely not good.

[somber music]

Hello?

Peter?

(Peter)

Hey.

It's cold outside.

You guys a little down?

Yeah, well,

we have reason to be.

So you're just going to give up?

Look, it's over, okay?

Not only did my evidence

go up in smoke,

but there's not a cop

on the force who believes me.

I believe you.

You do?

The only way

we can prove this case

is if we finish

what Chin Li started.

We've got to get

a sample of Lot 99.

We?

Yeah, we.

Are you sure about this?

I mean, let's face it:

my career has gone to the dogs.

Woof

No offense.

But, Ashley, we screw this up,

you could say good-bye to any

chance of becoming detective.

My dad was a detective,

his dad was a detective.

I've been so obsessed

about making detective

that I've forgotten why I became

a cop in the first place.

Which is?

To stop bad guys

from hurting people...

and animals.

(Peter)

Watch out for this Wolfgang...

Cage's bodyguard.

He has a bandage

on his left arm

where Cho Cho

might have bit him.

That could tie him

to Chin Li's death.

[beeping]

Okay, I'm going

to the vent lab.

Ashley, you watch out

for security.

Cho Cho, you know

what to do.

Cho Cho knows what to do.

[whispers]

Cho Cho...?

[suspenseful music]

Do, do, do,

do, doo doo.

Brrrrm, do, doo doo.

[sighs relievedly]

[laughs maniacally]

Hoo ha!

Whoo!

Do, do, doo doo, do...

[mischievous music]

[dogs whimpering]

Hey, Grandma,

what are you doing out here?

[clears throat]

Listen, my name's Cho Cho,

and I'm a cop.

I need to get a sample

of the stuff they've

been putting in the food

of the younger dogs.

Don't touch that stuff.

It's poison.

It's like magic at first.

It makes you faster, stronger.

Then it begins

to take over your mind.

It makes you crazy.

You get angry and mean.

And then you start

to get weaker and weaker.

You know how old I am?

No, even a mutt like me

knows enough

not to ask questions like that.

I'm two years old.

[shocked]

What?

That's no grandma.

That's Southern Beauty.

(Cho Cho)

Southern Beauty?

Oh, no.

(Peter)

Ashley, come in,

where are you?

I got it.

I got the Lot 99.

Ashley, come in.

Where are you?

Ahh...

Shhh!

I got it.

Wait here, okay?

I got to go find Cho Cho.

Okay.

[ominous music]

[muffled scream]

[phone rings]

Excuse me.

I have a... a call.

Uh-huh?

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

[laughs]

Uh-huh.

Cho Cho, where are you?

(Cho Cho)

Over here.

Cho Cho.

I got a sample

of Lot 99.

Let's get out of here.

Better handle it

with care.

What are you

talking about?

Southern Beauty

just died from it.

[sirens wailing]

Hold it.

(Peter)

Don't shoot!

It's just us.

Fowler?

(Peter)

Yeah.

Oh, no.

Well, me and my dog.

What's he doing here?

What are you

doing here?

We got a call.

Armed intruder

on the premises.

Who made the call?

(Hamilton)

I did.

Lieutenant,

this is the second time

that your detective has,

uh, broken in.

I don't know whether

he's working for a competitor

or just obsessive.

Either way, he's dangerous.

That... that's a lie.

It's Lot 99 that's dangerous.

That stuff will

kill you, Cage.

Just like it killed

Southern Beauty.

I'm sure your superiors

would love to hear

about the rogue officers

in your command.

As a matter of fact,

I'm playing golf

with Chief Clark tomorrow.

No, don't listen to him.

He's under

the influence of Lot 99.

Now, you listen

to me, Fowler.

Unless you want

to be cuffed and gagged,

I'd keep quiet.

Now, Mr. Cage, what can

we do to make this right?

And avoid

a costly lawsuit?

Something dramatic, I hope.

Fowler, your gun

and your badge.

My mom has my gun.

[siren wailing]

You're pathetic.

What's that?

(man)

Grab him by the paws.

I can't get ahold of him.

Grab his ears, then.

What are they doing?

No, let him go.

Hey, what are you doing?

He didn't do anything.

Get off me.

Hey!

(man)

Who's in charge here?

Pull him down.

Cho Cho.

Watch those fangs.

[Cho Cho growling]

(Peter)

Cho Cho!

Cho Cho.

Let him go!

Please!

Cho Cho!

There's still no word

from Officer Wilkenson?

Okay, please keep calling her,

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