The Shaggy Dog
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- 1959
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[Barks]
(music) ["The Shaggy Dog" plays]
[Man] Go on, get out of here!
Go on, get!
[Barks]
(music) [song continues]
[Narrator] This is a shaggy dog story.
It could've happened anywhere
or to anyone.
It so happened that
it happened to Wilson Daniels.
A man who loved people,
but hated dogs.
Go on, get out of here. Get!
Go on, get out of here.
- Morning, dear.
- Good morning, dear.
Blast!
Yes, dear?
Ridiculous!
Of all the sickly sentimentality.
Giving a medal to a dog.
Don't get the paper in the butter, dear.
- Making a big hero out of him.
- What did he do?
Dragged a baby from a burning building.
Who couldn't do that?
Don't upset yourself, Wilson.
Dogs! Yapping and snapping
at a man's heels.
Man's best friend. If I ever find
the idiot who said that...
You must remember, sweet,
that most people love dogs.
I suppose I'm a freak because I don't.
It's nothing to be ashamed of, dear.
Frankly, I think that dogs
don't like mailmen because,
because sometimes they bring bad news.
Animals sense those things, you know.
Freeda, I am proud of the 20 years
I've spent in the mail service.
Neither snow, rain, sleet nor dogs
kept me from my appointed rounds,
You were very brave.
- Where are the boys?
- They had breakfast early.
They're down in the cellar
tinkering with something.
- What with this time?
- I'm not sure.
an "issle interceptor"?
"Issle interceptor?"
You must mean "missile interceptor."
I've been thinking, as long as you're
not taking a firm hand with Wilby,
- I've got to do something about it.
- What do you mean, dear?
That mess he got us into last week.
- Which mess was that?
- The one where he had the police
throw the new dean of the divinity
school in jail as a public enemy.
Oh, well...
that was because of the picture on
the bulletin board in the post office.
It did look a little like the new dean.
Now, what I propose to do
about Wilby is...
Missile interceptor!
[Loud explosion]
Why is everything shaking?
Maybe you better switch it off, Wilby.
How can I switch it off?
I haven't switched it on yet.
Maybe we better take it off
the launching site.
Yeah, hurry!
Never mind, it's too late.
Get the upstairs area cleared.
Hurry up!
[Explosions, rumbling]
Pop, could you and Mom
go on outside now
and sort of hurry, please?
Well, save something!
- Moochie, where's Wilby?
- He's still in the basement.
Come on, Wilby!
[Loud rumbling]
Well, I guess we've officially
entered the rocket age, eh, Pop?
It'd be great to be up there
riding it, wouldn't it, Pop?
I wish I was on it right now.
Wilson.
- Pop sure was sore.
- Yeah, I know.
I always seem
to rub him the wrong way.
Wilby?
- Pop, how'd you get up here?
- I piled up some boxes.
Wilby, I'm sorry, but I want you to get
rid of all that junk in the basement.
- All, sir?
- All of it.
Dismantle the workshop,
bury the chemicals,
- and give away those gadgets.
- Yes, sir.
I want you to lose or give away
all the mice, hamsters, bats, crickets,
bugs, snails and whatever
plagues of mankind lurk down there.
Get off this roof, both of you, before
you fall off and ruin the flower beds.
Be careful, Pop,
those boxes look rickety.
Thank you, I'll do all right. Thank you.
[Crashing]
We better get down from here.
[Car horn beeps]
Hi, Allison.
That's old knothead for you.
Always showing off.
The flowers! That's just
what Pop said not to do.
- You all right, Wilby?
- Sure, I'm fine.
Buzz, may I talk to you for a moment?
Excuse me.
- Look, Wilby, I'm in a hurry.
- What about it?
- Cough it up.
Pop pulled the plug on my allowance.
Look, I'm sorry, but you know how it is,
I got a date with Allison.
I'm sick and tired
of financing your romances.
I'd like to take Allison out myself.
- You want a date with Allison?
- Why not?
Wilby, have you ever taken a girl,
any girl, out on a date?
Well... not exactly.
Now you want to move right in
on the most popular girl in town?
Buzz, are we or are we not
going to play tennis?
- Coming. Excuse me.
- Just a minute, Buzz.
Great suffering cats.
[Speaks French]
What's she saying?
[Speaks French]
- What are you doing?
- Having a look at the new neighbors.
They're moving into that gloomy old
Coveny mansion.
You ought to be ashamed of yourself.
Give me my glasses.
Who are they, anyway?
He's the new assistant curator
at the county museum.
A man by the name of Andrassy.
Dr. Mikhail Andrassy.
My reports aren't in yet.
But Murphy Jones who leased the place
told me...
Don't tell me how you get your gossip.
What else do you know?
Well, he's supposed to be
a well-known art expert.
He spent some time in a prison camp
after the war.
Reason, unknown.
He worked in the famous Uffizi museum
in Florence, Italy.
There is a daughter, 17 years old.
Been studying art in Paris.
How dare they bring a camel
into this neighborhood?
No!
- It's a dog!
- [Barking]
A blasted, dreaded dog!
That is correct.
One Bratislavian sheep dog.
It's supposed to be a very rare breed.
- I'm moving into the back bedroom.
You know very well that dog thing
is all in your mind.
All in my mind?
I itch, my sinuses are ballooning up,
my throat's constricting,
so I can hardly breathe.
Those old Pekinese wounds on my ankle
are throbbing like bongo drums.
It's all in my mind?
Well, if you say so, OK.
Come along. Why don't you just
lie down and rest for awhile?
[Dog barks]
Wait a minute,
What do you know,
That's his problem.
I'm interested in the mademoiselle
who owns him.
You shouldn't be running
across the street like that.
- Liable to be hurt.
- By golly, you're right, Wilby.
I'll bet she's worried about him.
I better take him back. Come on.
Wait just a minute, Buzz.
This dog came to me.
All right, come along.
Maybe ol' Buzz can teach you something.
All the nerve!
- Yes?
- We brought back your dog.
The mademoiselle's dog.
[Speaks French]
[Speaks French]
Me bring dog you.
Him, me. We do this.
What is it, Francesca?
Chiffon ran away and these two
nice Indian boys brought him back.
Indians? This far east?
We're not... We're not Indian.
I didn't know you spoke English.
- But of course.
- My daughter speaks seven languages.
How many do you speak?
My name is Francesca.
And this is my father, Dr. Andrassy.
How do you do, gentlemen?
Bring that over here, please.
I'm Buzz Miller. This is Wilby Daniels.
He lives down the street.
Then we're neighbors.
Won't you come in?
I'm afraid you'll have to excuse
the house. We're just moving in.
[Whistles] Boy, look at all this stuff.
Some of it is stuff.
But some of it's rather priceless.
Look, here's a Titiano.
A Tintoretto.
A Rodin and a Bernini.
This is a very fine piece.
A Forzini. Early 16th century.
Probably worth $3,000 or $4,000.
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