The Shaggy Dog Page #5

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[growling]

Does he have to keep

looking at me like that?

Look, fella, I've had just

about enough trouble for one night.

Now, beat it!

[Barks]

Would you get lost!

Buzz!

Hey, what's the big idea?

Get off, will you? Francesca!

Chiffon, stop it!

He flipped his lid.

Let go!

Get him off me.

What has got into you?

Now stop it this instant.

I think you'd better leave, Buzz.

OK, I'm beginning to get the point.

Your dog doesn't like me.

I'm sorry.

That's OK.

I can find my own way out.

Bad dog you!

- Good night.

- Good night.

You behaved very badly tonight, Chiffon.

Buzz is really a nice boy.

A little, shall we say, conceited?

Come on.

Yes?

- I just wanted to say good night.

- Did you have a pleasant time?

Yes, thank you.

The odd thing was I found Chiffon

at the dance.

Chiffon was there?

I don't understand

how he keeps getting out of the house.

- May I leave him with you tonight?

- Certainly, dear.

- I'm sure he won't get away from me.

- [Doorbell rings]

- Good night, Francesca.

- Good night.

Now you behave yourself!

You stupid, wonderful dog!

Thurm, what is the meaning of this?

You were asked

not to come here at night.

It's most urgent,

I dare not use the phone.

Is anything wrong at the missile plant?

On the contrary, good news.

I've been transferred to section 32.

Section 32? Excellent!

With what I've given you,

this should be all you need.

How soon can you get it here?

Taking all precautions,

I'd say tomorrow night by 8:00.

That means that the complete mechanism

of the undersea hydrogen missile

will be in our hands.

- Yes, sir.

- Now we must get it out of the country.

Immediately!

Oh, no, you don't.

No, you don't, my friend.

You're not getting out

of this house tonight.

All right, up on the couch. Up!

Good night, Thurm.

I'll expect you tomorrow night at 8:00.

I certainly would like to know

what has gotten into you lately.

Spies!

I've got to tell somebody.

I've got to get out of here.

The laundry chute.

Well, here it goes.

Easy. Easy.

What'll I do now?

- [Moochie] Hi, Pop.

- Wilby home yet?

No, sir.

What's this you're reading?

How To Train Your Dog?

Gosh, Pop. I thought some day you

might change your mind about dogs.

Let me tell you something.

As long as I've got a mind,

there'll never be a dog in this house.

How to train...

There.

Hey, Mooch.

- Is that you, Wilby?

- Who'd you think it was?

Gosh, boy, I've been worried about you.

Will you stop patting me?

I don't like it.

- Where you been?

- We've gotta get some help and fast.

That house is full of spies.

Spies! Swell, that'll be fun playing.

This isn't a game. It's serious.

Aw, Wilby.

Listen, they're stealing something

from the missile plant.

The missile plant?

I don't know what it is, exactly.

But they call it, uh, Section 32.

They're sending it

out of the country tonight.

Wow! I'd better tell Pop.

- Pop?

- Sure, he'll know what to do.

You just stay out of sight.

OK.

Pop, can I talk to you for a minute?

Certainly, what is it?

Will you please put down that paper?

It's very urgent.

All right.

- I just found out something.

- What did you find out?

You know those people down the street,

Dr. Andrassy and them?

They're spies.

Spies, huh? Well.

Pop, I'm not kidding. They're stealing

something from the missile plant.

Something called Section 32.

Section 32? That's very interesting.

But, Pop, you gotta believe me.

We gotta do something about it.

I'm surprised at you. I knew we had

one woolly-headed son in this family...

Wilby isn't woolly-headed!

He's the one that heard 'em talking.

He's the one that heard it.

That explains the whole thing.

Run along now, Moochie.

But, Pop, we can't just

let 'em get away.

Run along.

Pop...

Moochie.

No hope.

I guess I'll have to give him

the shock treatment.

Poor Pop.

Uh, where's the gun?

In the hall closet.

I got the key.

Well, here goes.

Pop?

- Yes, Wilby.

- I've got something to tell you.

But I'm afraid.

You never have to be afraid

to talk to me, Wilby.

Maybe sometimes

I'm a little impatient with you,

but that's because you're my son.

- I want you to be something special.

- Yes, sir.

You just tell me what's troubling you.

I'm sure it can't be

anything too serious.

Whatever it is, I promise you,

I'll understand.

- Really, Pop?

- You can bank on it, Wilby.

Shake on it?

Certainly I'll shake on it, Wilby.

- No!

- Oh, that did it.

- [Wilson] Freeda!

- Wilson?

- Freeda.

- Wilson, is that you?

What are we gonna do now?

- We've got to get help.

- Look!

[Wilby] The police.

I'd like to report

some spies, please.

All right, what's the name?

Montgomery Daniels.

Daniels?

Any relation to that kid who tipped us

off about that gangster last week?

Yes, sir. Wilby's my brother.

But he didn't know it was

the new dean at the divinity college.

Remember, Kelly, last week

when I used to be a sergeant?

No kidding, officer. We need help!

Who are you?

Wilby Daniels.

Wilby Daniels.

I knew it.

I knew it, first time

that dog spoke to me.

- I said to my wife...

- Easy, now. It's all right.

Probably some kid dressed up

in a dog suit or something.

That's right, officer.

Sure! That's how he spied on the spies.

All right.

Take off the dog suit.

I can't, I don't have

anything on underneath.

You see, Kelly, he can't.

- You ought to know that.

- That's enough, you two.

Stop bothering Officer Hansen

before we take you down to the station.

- Fine, let's go.

- Yeah, let's go.

No, you don't. Not in this car.

But the spies!

I'm afraid they're gonna have to keep.

You see, there's a landing of invaders

from Mars over by the stockyards.

I'm afraid we're going

to get over there.

[Bell tolls]

Gosh, Wilby. 2:
00.

We gotta think of something.

Yeah.

I got it!

Here you are, you miserable beast.

You can't take him. He's my...

Your what?

My pal.

This is the last time you'll ever

get away, I can promise you that!

Come on, you devil.

Come along before I...

Come on.

- No.

- Wilson, Wilson?

Don't you dare move.

I'll get the spirits of ammonia.

Pop! Pop! Snap out of it.

We've got to get moving.

Oh, Moochie. Moochie...

Is it true about Wilby?

Did I see and hear

what I thought I saw?

You sure did, Wilby's a dog now.

No.

My own boy. My own flesh and blood.

Somehow, some way,

I failed him as a father.

How did it happen?

- I'll tell you later. Hurry.

- Are we going somewhere?

Don't you understand?

We gotta get help.

- We gotta stop those spies.

- What spies?

Remember? I told you about 'em.

Spies! That's right, you did.

Don't worry about a thing.

I'm in this with you all the way.

- Come on, we'll have to get some help.

- Not that way! This way.

Wilson Daniels.

You close that door.

You're not leaving this house.

Stay out of this.

This is a job that calls for cool heads.

Here, this way.

Calm down, Mr. Daniels.

I just want to get this thing straight.

Oh.

Now, you say that

this information came from your son.

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