Treasure Hounds

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Do you recognize

anything around here?

Nope. Should I?

You've been here before.

We used to visit Grandpops all the

time when you were a toddler.

I'm really sorry, Mom.

I know, sweetie.

We're all gonna miss him.

Grandpops was a lovely man who,

ugh, boy, I can't even finish that.

Yeah, no, Grandpops was a cranky

old coot who hated everybody.

- He was nice to me.

- Of course he was.

Don't get me wrong,

I loved the old guy.

He... [chuckles]

...just had a funny way of

doing things, you know?

Oh, here we are.

It's the one with the

airplane in the front yard?

Oh, sweet! A plane!

The will said Grandpops

left us everything.

I didn't realize it

meant everything.

What do you think, Chauncey?

I think this carrying case

violates the Geneva Convention.

Bit of a fixer upper, huh?

Yeah.

You must be Grandpop's lawyer.

Not anymore.

Here are the keys to the house.

- Hey, how are ya?

- Oh, what a cute dog!

Oh, thanks.

I've been working out.

I'm glad you like him. He's yours.

He came with the estate.

He's been house-trained

but don't hold him to that.

Oh, and when he gets

excited he falls asleep.

Really?

He's narcoleptic?

Can a dog be narcoleptic?

Hey, boy!

What's your name?

Hey, I'm Skipper!

- Wanna go for a walk?

- Yeah, I wanna go for a walk!

- Wanna go for a walk?

- This is so exciting!

- This is so... [yawns]

- Come on, come on!

[snoring]

Hm.

I guess they can be narcoleptic.

[horn honks]

[dog farts]

I'm up, I'm up!

What'd I miss?

[lawyer] Welcome to Allentown!

I did it again, didn't I?

Did I fall asleep?

[exhales]

Well, here we are.

Hey, boy, I'm Jack.

What's your name?

What's my name?

What's in that cage?

Uh...

Skipper, huh? Hey, Mom,

the dog's name is Skipper.

[mom] Great.

Does he wanna help clean up?

What? No.

I'll let you two get acquainted.

Wait, you're just gonna leave me

here with this, uh, dog?!

OK, let me try something.

Uh, sit.

Hey, it works.

Hey, bud.

So, what do you think?

I think we should sell this

place as soon as possible.

There's a canoe

in the living room.

- Yeah.

- So, you're a cat, huh?

No, I'm a giraffe.

[Skipper] Wanna see the

basement? We have mice.

Well, I do like mice.

[Skipper] Come on.

Let's check it out.

I'll show ya.

Just down here.

But it's a pretty

nice town, right?

Yeah, I guess so.

What're you looking

at me like that for?

Look, there's, um...

...something I've been

meaning to tell you.

[clattering]

[gasps] What was that?

Uh, they said there might

be rats in the basement.

That sounds like a big rat.

Yeah.

That was the dog.

Oh, Chauncey.

Was that you making

all that racket? Come here.

[Chauncey] And I am

not cleaning it up.

Hey, check it out.

Look what I found.

Dog treats.

Let's crack this

bad boy open, Jack!

Hey there, Skipper.

What'd you find there, buddy?

I just told you, dog treats.

I don't know if you

wanna eat these, Skipper.

Contains propylene

glycol, arsenic,

and imported Soviet

cattle parts?

This bag is from 1973!

[Skipper] 1973!

Skipper, where are

you going, buddy?

[Skipper] Oh, boy, open

the door, open the door!

- I gotta go!

- Skipper?

Skipper, where are you going?

It's not gonna be pretty.

- Stay back, Jack.

- Skipper, wait up, bud.

Stay here if you know

what's good for you.

- Just trust me.

- Skipper, come on.

[yelps]

Who the heck are you?

Who the heck am I?

Who the heck are you?

I'm Jack.

This is, was my

Grandpop's place.

- What do you mean was?

- He, uh...

...passed away.

Oh, jeez.

- Sorry.

- What're you doing here?

[screams]

Run, Twyla!

I can take him!

Run, before Old Man

Cragmore gets here!

Oh, hey, a dog!

Sorry about that. Fred here

is a little overprotective.

So what do you guys need?

Over the years we've lost a

lot of stuff over this fence.

Mr. Cragmore, your Grandpops,

would never give anything back.

- Ever.

- What kind of stuff?

Footballs, baseballs,

kites, basketballs,

my Baby Googie glider.

Baby Googie glider?

Sorry to sneak in like this.

We thought we could get in the

back without being noticed.

Let's go look in the shed.

Nothing here.

[mom] Jack!

I gotta go. I can check

in the basement later.

Who's that girl?

- Just a girl.

- She's cute.

So...

it's pretty great here, hey?

Yeah, I guess so.

[inhales]

Can't you just

smell the fresh air?

OK, what's going on here, Mom?

Wouldn't it be

great to live here?

No, thanks, I'm

more of a city kid.

[air brakes release]

You're kidding me!

We're moving here?

You never said anything

about moving here!

- I hinted at it.

- I'm 12.

Hints bounce off me like

bullets off Superman.

Come on, Jack.

We've been in that tiny,

cramped apartment

in the city for so long.

It's not cramped.

You sleep on a

cot in the kitchen.

You know I like

breakfast in bed.

We need more space.

And we need a change.

But I like the apartment.

It's big enough!

For two people,

a cat, and now a dog?

The bank says I can transfer

my position to a branch here.

- If I pass the interview.

- But I like the city.

I like my school,

I like my friends.

- This is so unfair! [groans]

- Jack!

- [door opens]

- Take Skipper with you!

[door shuts]

That went well.

[Jack]

Why would anyone want to move

to a stupid, boring, small

town like this anyways?

Boringville.

What is Mom even thinking?

This is so lame.

Why would anyone

wanna live here?

Whoa.

Whoa, indeed.

- Who's that?

- That's what I'd like to know.

[sniffing]

Mmm, that's premium dog food.

Side of Chewy Bones,

light tones of almond.

And if I'm not mistaken, you've

been drinking from the toilet.

Ew! That dog is sniffing

Mandy's butt!

Excuse me, can you please get that

animal away from Mandy's butt?

Uh, sorry, sorry.

That's just how they say hello.

Skipper.

Yeah, duh. I know that.

Why else would he be doing that?

Did that disgusting junkyard

animal scare you, sweetie?

Yeah, she did kinda

scare me a little.

Oh, you're talking to her.

Then that makes me the, uh...

Hey!

[laughs] Imagine if

people said hello like that.

You know, like, sniffed

each other's butts.

That's gross.

You're gross.

No, I'm not. I'm Jack.

I just moved here.

- Yay for you.

- OK.

Um, that's a nice

bag you got there.

Where'd you get it?

The library?

- Smooth.

- Really?

This lame tote bag that my

mom got from work is nice?

- Do you want it?

- No, that's OK.

Yeesh. Tough room.

- Um, what's your name?

- My name?

It's stop talking to me.

What is that, French?

Who's she calling a

junkyard animal, anyway?

Hmm.

Oh, so suddenly this

town's not so bad.

[mom] Notice of eviction?

We're getting kicked out?

[sighs]

Sorry, Mom.

It's OK, I kinda

sprang this all on you.

I wasn't gone that long,

are you OK?

Huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Fine.

Listen,

Mr. Storms Out In A Huff,

you have a job to do.

- I do?

- The basement is a disaster.

It needs to be

cleaned and organized.

- Yeah, no problem.

- Thanks.

Love you!

[door opens, shuts]

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