- I'M JUST HEADING TO THE FIELDS, DUKE.
I'LL BE BACK.
[sheep bleating]
- CLEAR!
[upbeat hoedown music]
- ALL RIGHT!
* *
- RAT-A-BAMBA!
- * FROM THE HAYSTACKS UP TO THE HILLTOPS *
* WE GO ON DANCING *
- WHOO-HOO! WHOA!
OW, OW! OKAY, OW.
OW!
- * DO SI DO YOUR PARTNER NOW *
* *
* PARTY TILL THE MORNING LIGHT *
* *
* DO SI DO AND DON'T YOU KNOW *
* IT'S JUST THE WAY WE ANIMALS ROLL *
[motor roaring]
- HA HA!
[dramatic music]
- VOLCANO!
- IT'S GONNA BLOW!
[high-pitched squealing]
[gurgling]
- OOH! - COOL.
- ERUPTY. - IMPRESSIVE.
- YEAH, TINY PRETEND VOLCANO. ADORABLE.
- ISN'T IT?
THE KIDS REALLY OUTDID THEMSELVES
FOR THIS YEAR'S SCIENCE FAIR.
YOU'RE NEXT, BOIL.
- OKAY, MR. PECK.
BEHOLD!
THIS ROBOTIC ARM WILL TAKE YO-YO PLAYING
INTO THE 21st CENTURY.
[laughs nerdily]
- OOH! - COOL.
- HEY, LOOK AT THAT GO UP AND DOWN.
I'M NEVER GOING TO GET THIS TIME BACK.
- AND FINALLY HERE'S LITTLE JOEY
WITH HIS HOMEMADE PEANUT BUTTER MAKER.
- YEAH, THAT'S GREAT.
WELL, THIS SURE HAS BEEN FUN, BUT--
HEY!
- SMASHY, SMASHY.
- OH, MY CUD, DID YOU SEE THAT?
HE TURNED NUTS INTO A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT FOOD!
- DUDE, ARE YOU SERIOUS?
- THEY WERE HARD, AND NOW THEY'RE CREAMY. HA!
WAIT A MINUTE; WE CAN USE BOIL'S ROBOT ARM
TO TAKE PEANUT BUTTER MAKING INTO THE 21st CENTURY.
- UH, OTIS, MAYBE THAT'S NOT SUCH A GOOD ID--
OW! [yelling]
- OOPSIE.
- SMASHY, SMASHY, SMASHY!
- CRAZY!
- POOR PECK.
- POOR LITTLE GUY.
- CURSE YOU, SCIENCE!
- ACTUALLY, OTIS, YOU DID THIS.
- LET'S NOT WALLOW IN THE PAST.
WE HAVE TO FIX PECK,
AND THERE'S ONLY ONE THING THAT CAN DO THAT:
PEANUT BUTTER.
[all yelling]
- PUT IT DOWN!
- IT'S TOO BAD WE CAN'T REBUILD HIM,
LIKE THEY DID ON THAT BIONIC JANITOR SHOW.
[dramatic music]
- * BIONIC JANITOR *
* BIONIC JANITOR *
* BIONIC JA-A-A-A-A-A-ANITOR *
* BIONIC JANITOR *
* BIONIC JANITOR! *
- BILLY, THE SCHOOL SUPERINTENDENT
IS COMING IN TWO MINUTES.
THIS PLACE NEEDS TO BE SPICK AND SPAN.
- I'M ON IT, MRS. PFEFFERLY.
- * BIONIC JANITOR! *
- DUDE, THAT SHOW STANK.
- WAIT A MINUTE. MAYBE WE CAN REBUILD HIM.
BOIL, HOW DID YOU MAKE THAT ROBOT ARM
YOU USED TO BREAK PECK?
- IT WAS EASY.
I JUST FOLLOWED THE INSTRUCTIONS
IN THIS CANADIAN TECHNICAL MANUAL
CALLED LET'S MAKE A ROBOT, EH?
- [dramatically] GIVE ME THAT BOOK.
- WELL, WHY DON'T YOU JUST TAKE IT?
[machine beeping and dramatic music playing]
- PECK, A ROOSTER BARELY ALIVE.
WE CAN REBUILD HIM.
WE CAN MAKE HIM BETTER, STRONGER,
MAYBE GIVE HIM ONE OF THOSE ROBOT EYES.
OH, OH, OH! AND A DVD PLAYER.
AND A SOFT-SERVE FROZEN YOGURT ATTACHMENT.
THAT'D BE COOL.
- OTIS, MAYBE YOU SHOULD CONCENTRATE
ON WHAT YOU'RE DOING.
- HE'S RIGHT; I SHOULD GO TO THE BEACH THIS WEEKEND.
ANYWAY, WE CAN REBUILD HIM.
- DON'T WORRY, GUYS.
PECK IS IN GOOD HANDS.
- DUDE, OTIS HAS NEVER OPERATED BEFORE.
- OH, IN THAT CASE, HE PROBABLY WON'T MAKE IT.
- THE OPERATION WAS A COMPLETE SUCCESS!
- YAY! - OH, THANK GOODNESS.
- BUT I SHOULD WARN YOU.
PECK'S A LITTLE...DIFFERENT NOW.
HE MAY TAKE SOME GETTING USED TO.
- PECK'S OUR FRIEND.
WE'LL ACCEPT HIM NO MATTER WHAT.
- HI, GUYS.
- IT'S A MONSTER! SHUN HIM!
- WHAT'S WRONG WITH HIM? I CAN'T EVEN LOOK.
- HE'S ALL ROBOTY. - HE'S A FREAK!
- PEOPLE, PLEASE.
JUST BECAUSE PECK LOOKS LIKE A HORRIFYING ROBOT MONSTER
DOESN'T MEAN HE IS ONE.
- YEAH, GUYS.
INSIDE THIS METAL SHELL, IT'S STILL THE SAME OLD ME.
[fly buzzing]
TARGET ACQUIRED!
- RUN AWAY! - SAVE YOURSELVES!
- OH, WHO AM I KIDDING?
I AM A FREAK.
- NO, YOU'RE NOT, PECK. DON'T YOU SEE?
WITH ALL YOUR NEW ROBOTY SKILLS,
YOU CAN BE A REAL HELP AROUND HERE.
- HEY, YEAH, MAYBE I CAN.
[lively country music]
* *
[all laughing]
- AH, NOTHING LIKE WATCHING HOME MOVIES.
THANKS, PECK.
- MY PLEASURE, GUYS.
- I'M SORRY WE CALLED YOU A HIDEOUS FREAK.
- YEAH, PECK. - YEAH, OUR BAD.
- OH, NO NEED TO APOLOGIZE.
I'M JUST GLAD I CAN HELP OUT.
IN FACT, I'VE NEVER FELT MORE USEFUL.
- IN THAT CASE, WHO WANTS FROZEN PIZZA?
- ME! - COUNT ME IN.
- OTIS, MAYBE THAT'S NOT SUCH A GOOD IDEA.
- PIZZA IS ALWAYS A GOOD IDEA, NERDLINGTON,
ESPECIALLY WITH ROBOPECK'S TOASTER OVEN.
- BUT THE BOOK SAYS THAT'S THE MASTER CONTROL PANEL.
- OF PIZZA.
- OTIS, I FEEL KIND OF FUNNY.
- HE'S OOZING CHEESE.
- IT'S OVERLOADING HIS CIRCUITS.
- [in computerized voice] I AM ROBOPECK.
MY PRIME DIRECTIVE IS TO HELP.
- HIS LOGIC BOARD IS FRIED.
BETTER SHUT HIM DOWN FOR REPAIRS.
- YOU LOOK HUNGRY.
POPCORN MODE ACTIVATED.
- WHOA! OH! WHA! AH!
- PECK, STOP. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
- IMPLEMENTING MY PRIME DIRECTIVE.
- THAT'S IT. YOU'RE OUT OF CONTROL.
- YOUR MAKEUP IS SMUDGED.
PREPARE FOR BEAUTIFICATION.
[all screaming]
- THAT'S NOT HER COLOR!
- DOES ANYONE ELSE NEED HELP?
- NOPE.
- THEN MY WORK HERE IS DONE.
- I THINK HE'S HEADED TOWARDS TOWN.
- * BIONIC ROOSTER *
* BIONIC ROOSTER *
* BIONIC ROO-OO-OO-OO-OO-OO-OOSTER *
* BIONIC ROOSTER *
* BIONIC ROOSTER! *
- OH, NO! WE GOTTA STOP HIM.
- I'LL SAY; OUR PIZZA'S STILL INSIDE HIM.
- LOOK, LET'S ALL JUST STAY CALM,
AND MAYBE THIS WHOLE THING WILL WORK ITSELF OUT.
[people screaming]
- I AM ROBOPECK.
I AM HERE TO HELP.
UNSIGHTLY GRAFFITI.
INITIATING CLEANUP MODE.
YOU ARE EXTREMELY OLD.
I WILL HELP YOU CROSS THE STREET.
- OH, WHY, THANK YOU, YOUNG MAN.
WHAAAAAAA!
crash! HOW RUDE.
- HILLY BURFORD LIVE FROM DOWNTOWN,
WHERE SOME KIND OF CRAZY LASER-SHOOTING ROBOT OSTRICH
IS WEAVING A PATH OF DESTRUCTION.
- LET ME HELP YOU ACROSS THE STREET.
- HEY, THAT'S QUITE ALL RIGHT.
JUST PUT ME DOWN, NOW.
WHOA!
- WE GOTTA DO SOMETHING
BEFORE HE DESTROYS THE WHOLE TOWN.
- THERE'S ONLY ONE WAY TO STOP HIM.
- PLEASE DON'T SAY PEANUT BUTTER.
- THERE'S ONLY TWO WAYS TO STOP HIM.
- YOU MEAN-- - PRECISELY!
COME ON, KIDS.
WE'VE GOT A CYBORG TO BUILD.
WE CAN BUILD A BETTER CYBORG--
BETTER, STRONGER, WITH WHEELIE FEET.
OOH, A HOLOGRAPHIC PANCAKE MAKER.
- OTIS, YOU NEED TO FOCUS.
- RIGHT. SORRY.
- LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, MAY I PRESENT...ROBO-OTIS.
[musical flourish]
- OTIS? - WOW.
- NO TIME TO FAWN OVER ME.
I'VE GOT A TOWN TO SAVE.
SCANNER'S ONLINE.
SPIN CYCLE ACTIVATED.
JET PACKS, ENGAGE!
- YOU HAVE TO PUSH THIS BUTTON.
- THAT'S A WEIRD PLACE FOR A...
BUTTON!
WHOA!
WHAT'S HAPPENING?
STOP STARING!
[screams]
- MAKE SURE YOU COME BACK!
I'M DOING A LOAD OF WHITES LATER!
- GUYS, WE SHOULD HEAD DOWNTOWN TOO.
- TO HELP OTIS IN HIS EPIC BATTLE WITH MR. PECK?
- NO, TO WATCH THE AWESOME ROBOT FIGHT.
- ROBOT FIGHT! - OKAY.
- * BIONIC BOVINE *
* BIONIC BOVINE *
* BIONIC BO-O-O-O-O-O-OVINE *
* BIONIC BOVINE *
* BIONIC BOVINE! *
[people screaming]
- THIS METER'S EXPIRED.
I WILL MOVE THE CAR.
- ROBOPECK, PUT IT DOWN!
- UNIDENTIFIED ROBOT COW.
ARE YOU HERE TO HELP?
- NO, I'M HERE TO STOP YOU.
- THEN YOU MUST BE NEUTRALIZED.
EGG GRENADES!
- OW!
- LASER UDDERS.
- THERE THEY ARE!
- ROBOT FIGHT! YAY!
- THIS ENDS NOW.
- BRING IT ON.
- OW! HEY!
OH, GIVING UP YET? NO, YOU GIVE UP.
I'M GONNA SLAP YOU.
- SURRENDER. CRY UNCLE.
- OKAY, UNCLE! - OKAY.
- NOW, PECK, LET'S TALK ABOUT THIS
LIKE TWO GROWN ROBOTS.
- [gasps] OTIS!
- KIDS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?
THIS IS WAY TOO DANGEROUS.
- ENEMY ROBOT ACQUIRED.
- PECK, STOP! IT'S ME, OTIS.
DON'T YOU REMEMBER?
- NAME DESIGNATION "OTIS" NOT FOUND.
TARGETING MISSILE.
- MISSILE? WHO PUT THAT IN HIM?
- MY BAD.
- PREPARE FOR TERMINATION.
- KIDS, GET AWAY. SAVE YOURSELVES!
- OKAY, BYE. - WE'LL ALWAYS REMEMBER YOU.
- REMEMBER. THAT'S IT!
BOIL, COME BACK HERE TOWARD DANGER!
- WELL, ALL RIGHT, BUT ARE YOU SURE THIS IS--
WHAA!
OW.
- DVD MODE INITIATED.
PROJECTING IMAGES.
BARNYARD.
[uncertainly] FRIENDS.
- THAT'S IT.
REMEMBER, YOU BEAUTIFUL BIONIC FOL.
REMEMBER!
- OTIS, KIDS.
WHAT AM I DOING HERE?
[siren wailing]
- NO TIME TO EXPLAIN. JUST FLY US OUT OF HERE.
- FLY? I DON'T KNOW HOW TO FLY.
- IT'S THIS BUTTON.
- HEY!
- HEY, WHERE'D THOSE ROBOTS GO?
MAYBE THEY WENT BACK TO ROBOT LAND.
OR MAYBE IT WAS ALL JUST A CRAZY DREAM.
OR MAYBE--MAYBE THERE'S A LITTLE BIT OF ROBOT
INSIDE OF EVERY ONE OF US.
WOW, EVERYBODY! I THINK I HAVE A CONCUSSION.
- WELL, PECK, LOOKS LIKE YOU'RE ALL HEALED.
NOW LET'S GET YOU OUT OF THIS TIN CAN.
- HOW ARE WE GOING TO DO THAT?
THESE ROBOT PARTS ARE WELDED TOGETHER.
- OH, DON'T WORRY. WE GOT IT COVERED.
WE'RE USING HIGH-TECH SCIENCE.
JOEY!
- SMASHY, SMASHY, SMASHY!
[suspenseful music]
- UH, OTIS?
HAVE YOU EVER DONE THIS BEFORE?
- HA HA HA! NO.
BUT I'M GOOD AT OTHER THINGS,
SO I'M PRETTY SURE EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE.
- DON'T WORRY, PECK.
I'LL BE PERFECTLY SAFE BACK HERE.
- CAREFUL, OTIS. TOTAL FOCUS.
PECK'S LITTLE LIFE MAY DEPEND ON WHAT YOU DO NEXT.
- HEY, GUYS! - AH, DISTRACTION!
- [muffled yelling]
- GUYS, STOP FOOLING AROUND.
CLEARLY, DUKE'S GOT SOMETHING TO SAY.
- GREAT NEWS, EVERYONE.
MY KID SISTER, STAMPS, IS GETTING MARRIED.
- WOW! - THAT'S GREAT NEWS, DUKE.
- [muffled] CONGRATULATIONS.
- DUKE, I HAD NO IDEA YOU HAD A SISTER.
- OH, YEAH, WE DID EVERYTHING TOGETHER:
PLAYED FETCH, LEARNED TO BARK.
WE EVEN DRANK OUT OF THE SAME TOILET.
- YEAH, THAT'S GROSS.
- ANYWAY, SHE'S STOPPING BY TODAY WITH HER FIANCE,
AND I'M VERY EXCITED.
- HEY, DUKEY!
- STAMPS!
- HOW YOU DOIN'?
- COME HERE, SIS.
all: AW!
- EW. - COME ON.
- STAMPS, THESE ARE MY FRIENDS.
OTIS, ABBY, PIG, PIP, PECK, AND FREDDY.
- [muffled]
- NICE TO MEET YOUS.
I CAN'T STAY LONG, DUKEY.
WE JUST WANTED TO STOP BY AND GET YOUR BLESSING.
THEN IT'S OFF TO VEGAS FOR THE WEDDING.
- VEGAS? THAT'S PRACTICALLY IN ASIA.
WHY DON'T YOU GUYS GET MARRIED RIGHT HERE AT THE BARNYARD?
- OH, WE WOULDN'T WANT TO BE A BOTHER.
- OH, IT'S NO BOTHER.
THE FARMER'S AWAY FOR THE WHOLE WEEK
AT FIRE DANCE CAMP.
[percussive music]
- * AH, HOO! *
- IN THAT CASE, WE'D LOVE TO GET MARRIED HERE.
- HEY, THAT'S GREAT. - FANTASTIC!
- I LOVE WEDDINGS.
- SO, STAMPS, WHERE'S MY FUTURE BRO-IN-LAW, ANYWAY?
- RIGHT BEHIND ME WITH THE BAGS.
HERE HE COMES NOW.
- LOOK AT HIM CARRYING YOUR BAGS ALL GENTLEMANLY.
I LIKE THIS GUY ALREADY.
- THANKS, DARREN.
I LIKE YOU TOO.
[all gasp]
pop! - AH!
- BAXTER?
- THAT'S RIGHT.
YOUR SISTER AND I ARE GETTING HITCHED.
- OH, OH!
STAMPS, YOU CAN'T MARRY THIS GUY.
HE'S A TOTAL CON MAN.
- YEAH, HE STOLE DUKE'S IDENTITY
AND TRIED TO GET HIM KICKED OUT OF THE BARNYARD.
- AND THEN HE TRICKED THE FARMER INTO ADOPTING HIM
AND GOT DUKE KICKED OUT OF THE HOUSE.
- AND ONCE HE CUT OFF A GUY'S HAND
AND EXPELLED HIM FROM THE JEDI COUNCIL.
- DUDE, THAT WAS A MOVIE.
- I LIKE MOVIES.
DON'T GO IN THERE!
THE MONSTER'S IN THERE!
DON'T DO IT, GIRLFRIEND!
CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS?
IT'S LIKE SHE'S NOT EVEN LISTENING.
[cell phone rings]
HEY, I'M AT THE MOVIES.
ALLISON JUST WENT INTO THE ROOM WHERE THE DRACULA'S WAITING.
WELL, OF COURSE I WARNED HER.
- I'M TELLING YOU. THIS GUY IS TROUBLE.
- DUKEY, IT'S OKAY.
BAXTER'S TOLD ME ALL ABOUT HIS PAST,
BUT HE'S DIFFERENT NOW.
- THAT'S RIGHT, DACRON.
YOUR SISTER'S LOVE HAS MADE ME A NEW DOG.
- PLEASE GIVE US YOUR BLESSING, DUKEY.
PLEASE?
- OH, JEEZ, WITH THE PUPPY DOG EYES.
[reluctantly] ALL RIGHT.
BUT I'LL BE WATCHING YOU, BUDDY.
- THANKS, DUKEY!
AIN'T THAT WONDERFUL, HONEY?
- IT SURE IS, CUDDLE-WUGGLES.
GIVE ME SOME SUGAR.
WHO'S GOT THE SUGAR LIPS? WHO'S GOT THE SUGAR LIPS?
COME HERE. COME HERE. COME HERE.
- [growls]
- COME ON, GUYS.
WEDDING ALTARS DON'T LIFT THEMSELVES.
- YEAH, YEAH, YEAH.
- I CAN'T BELIEVE IT.
MY MOST BITTER ENEMY MARRYING MY KID SISTER?
- OH, CHEER UP, DUKE.
HE REALLY SEEMS TO LOVE HER.
- NAH, NAH, HE'S UP TO SOMETHING.
I'D BET MY FAMILY'S PRICELESS COLLECTION OF DOG BONES ON IT.
- SCHWA? thud!
PRICELESS COLLECTION OF WHAT, NOW?
- MY UNCLE SCRAPPY'S PRICELESS DOG BONE COLLECTION.
IF HE KICKS THE BUCKET, IT GOES TO ME.
- AND IF YOU KICK THE BUCKET, IT GOES TO STAMPS?
- YEAH, WHAT'S YOUR POINT?
- UM, DUKE, HOW CAN I PHRASE THIS LOUDLY?
BAXTER'S MARRYING YOUR SISTER
SO HE CAN KICK YOUR FAMILY'S VARIOUS BUCKETS
AND GET YOUR FORTUNE!
- WHAT? WHY, THAT SCHEMING LITTLE MUTT.
OTIS, WHAT DO I DO?
- WE DID IT!
- LET'S BEAT HIM WITH A COCONUT.
- ABBY, NO! THAT WOULD TAKE HOURS.
LET'S GO WITH A SLEDGEHAMMER.
- WE CAN'T HURT BAXTER.
IT WOULD BREAK STAMPS' HEART.
SHE HASN'T BEEN IN LOVE SINCE HER OLD BOYFRIEND,
MICHAEL DAVIDSON.
- HMM...
DOES PIG LOOK ANYTHING LIKE THIS MICHAEL DAVIDSON?
- NOT REALLY.
HOW ABOUT NOW?
- STILL NO.
- PERFECT!
OKAY, PIG, YOU'RE A DOG NAMED MICHAEL DAVIDSON.
YOU LIKE LONG WALKS ON THE BEACH,
YOU'RE SENSITIVE YET MANLY, AND YOU'RE HERE
TO WIN BACK THE HEART OF THE GIRL YOU LEFT BEHIND.
- ALL RIGHT, BUT I'M NOT LICKING ANYONE.
WELL, MAYBE A LITTLE.
- OTIS, THIS'LL NEVER WORK.
SHE'LL CATCH WISE AS SOON AS SHE SEES HIM.
- SHH! HERE THEY COME.
- I LOVE YOU, BAXTY.
- AND I LOVE YOUR MONEY.
I MEAN, I WANT YOUR FORTUNE.
I MEAN, YOU COMPLETE ME.
- OOH, YOU KNOW JUST WHAT TO SAY TO A GIRL.
- STAMPS, MY LOVE!
[both scream]
IT IS I, MICHAEL DAVIDSON.
I'VE COME BACK TO WOO YOU.
- MICHAEL? YOU'VE REALLY LOST WEIGHT.
- WELL, I HAVE BEEN EATING FASTER.
BUT ENOUGH CATCHING UP.
THE FLAME OF OUR LOVE STILL BEATS HOT WITHIN ME.
- WHAT? - MICHAEL!
SWEETIE HERE HAS TOLD ME ALL ABOUT YOU.
SO TELL ME, STILL CHEWING UP COUCHES?
- UH, YES.
- DISGUSTING!
I HATE COUCH CHEWERS.
YOU KNOW THAT'S WHY WE BROKE UP.
- AH, THEN I MEAN NO.
COME, LET US WALK AND TALK OF MANY THINGS.
- ACTUALLY, MICHAEL, WE--
- COME ON. LET'S GO.
SINCE WE PARTED,
I HAVE MASTERED ALL OF THE TRAITS THAT YOU ADMIRE,
WHATEVER THEY MAY BE.
THAT'S IT; WOO HER.
WOO HER, YOU BIG, BEAUTIFUL PIG-DOG.
- [singing happily]
- PIG, HOW'D IT GO?
- PERFECTLY.
- YOU MEAN YOU MADE STAMPS FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU
AND CONVINCE HER TO LEAVE BAXTER?
- OH, THAT PLAN.
NO, THEY'RE GETTING MARRIED TOMORROW.
[all groan] - OH, PIG!
- AND BAXTER ASKED ME TO BE HIS BEST MAN,
SO I'M THROWING HIM A BACHELOR PARTY.
- I'LL THROW YOU, YOU LITTLE--
- WAIT, DUKE.
I HAVE AN IDEA.
WE HEARD STAMPS SAY
SHE CAN'T STAND COUCH CHEWERS, RIGHT?
- OF COURSE.
A COUCH CHEWER'S THE LOWEST KIND OF DOG THERE IS.
NOTHING LOWER.
- SO ALL WE HAVE TO DO IS GET AN INCRIMINATING PHOTO
OF BAXTER CHEWING A COUCH.
- HEY, WE COULD DO IT AT THE BACHELOR PARTY.
- WHERE HIS GUARD WILL BE DOWN FROM HAVING A GOOD TIME.
- EXACTLY.
MY FRIENDS, THIS PARTY WILL SEE THE END
OF BAXTER AND STAMPS' ROMANCE ONCE AND FOR ALL!
- OH, SO YOU'RE ALL COMING. GREAT.
EVERYONE, BRING AN APPETIZER.
- YOU'RE NOT BRIGHT.
- YEAH, I GET THAT A LOT.
[people cheering]
[upbeat music]
- PAR-TAY! WHOO-HOO!
BACHELOR PARTY!
- THAT'S RIGHT, YOU LITTLE RAT.
ENJOY IT WHILE YOU CAN.
- SO WHAT ARE STAMPS AND THE GIRLS DOING?
- EH, YOU KNOW GIRLS.
THEY'RE PROBABLY SITTING AROUND, EATING DIET POPCORN
WHILE DOING EACH OTHER'S HAIR AND BLABBING ABOUT FEELINGS.
- LET'S DO THIS THING!
[chainsaws buzzing]
[knocking at door]
- HEY, A KNOCK AT THE DOOR.
I SHALL BE HELPFUL AND ANSWER IT.
- WHATEVER, ORSON.
I'M PARTYING! WHOO-HOO!
- WHY, IT'S TWO DELIVERYMEN WHOM WE'VE NEVER MET.
I WONDER WHAT THEY WANT.
- WE HAVE A PACKAGE FOR A BAXTER.
- A SPECIAL DELIVERY.
- UH...
[sultry music]
OH, BABY.
- MM, THAT'S A GOOD CHEWING COUCH.
- [sniffs] SMELLS LIKE BACON.
- AND DON'T FORGET THE DOG BISCUITS.
- MUST...NOT...CHEW.
CAN'T...ANGER...WIFE.
- OTIS, IT'S WORKING. - SWEET!
ONCE WE GET THAT PICTURE, IT'LL BE BYE-BYE, BAXTER.
- HOW CAN COUCH CHEWING BE WRONG...
- WHEN IT FEELS SO RIGHT?
- CAN'T...RESIST.
- THAT'S RIGHT. COME ON.
- MUST CHEW!
- LET ME AT IT! [barks]
- DUKE, NO!
[fabric ripping]
- AT LEAST I GOT HIS GOOD SIDE.
- AND YOU'RE NOT HELPFUL.
- MAN, I FEEL AWFUL.
WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?
- COUCH CHEWER! - FOR SHAME.
- HEY, GUYS.
THANKS FOR THE FUN PARTY.
WELL, SEE YOU AT THE WEDDING.
SOON YOUR FAMILY DOG BONE FORTUNE WILL BE MINE!
I MEAN, EVERYONE LOVES A WEDDING.
[chuckles]
I KNOW I DO.
- LOOKS LIKE DUKE'S GETTING A NEW BROTHER-IN-LAW.
- WHO WILL TRY TO DO AWAY WITH HIM
THE FIRST CHANCE HE GETS.
- YEAH, BUMMER.
WELL, LET'S GO GET SEATS.
- OTIS, YOU CAN'T LET THIS HAPPEN.
YOU GOTTA DO SOMETHING!
- I DON'T KNOW, DUKE.
IT LOOKS LIKE BAXTER'S FINALLY WON.
[yells] OR HAS HE?
[wedding march plays]
- SAY, OLAF, WHERE'S DULEY?
I SO WANTED HIM TO BE HERE AND WATCH ME INHERIT--
I MEAN, MARRY HIS SISTER.
- STOW IT, BAXTER.
WE BOTH KNOW YOU GOT DUKE RIGHT WHERE YOU WANT HIM.
- I DO?
THEN THIS IS THE HAPPIEST DAY OF MY LIFE.
* *
- DEARLY BELOVED, WE ARE GATHERED HERE TODAY TO--
- COME ON, PEPPER. GET TO THE GOOD STUFF.
I WANT TO BE RICH--MARRIED.
DOG BONE FORTUNE! MARRIED!
OKAY, YOU TALK NOW.
- [clears throat]
DO YOU, BAXTER, TAKE STAMPS TO BE YOUR WIFE?
- ABSOTOOTELY.
- AND DO YOU, STAMPS, TAKE BAXTER TO BE YOUR HUSBAND?
- MM-HMM.
- THEN I NOW PRONOUNCE YOU DOG AND WIFE.
- YES, I DID IT!
I TRICKED ALL OF YOU!
I NEVER LOVED HER.
I JUST WANTED HER FAMILY'S DOG BONE FORTUNE.
AND NOW IT'S MINE!
[laughing]
- WHAT, NO KISS?
[all gasp]
- DAGWOOD!
BUT--BUT YOU'RE NOT--
I THOUGHT--WHERE'S--I--
[panting] BUT I--
I--I THOUGHT-- THE WHOLE THING IS--
HOPEFULLY, HE'S NOT A REAL--
[wheezing]
TAXI.
- I HEARD THE WHOLE THING, BAXTER.
YOU LYING, NO-GOOD, FLIMFLAMMING--
- BUT, STAMPY, I CAN EXPLAIN.
- YOU'RE BUSTED, BAXTER.
HAVE FUN ON YOUR HONEYMOON.
- WAIT, DEREK! YOU CAN'T DO THIS.
I'M YOUR HUSBAND.
I LOVE YOU!
- I'M SORRY YOU HAD TO FIND OUT THIS WAY, SIS.
THE GUY WAS A NO-GOOD PALOOKA.
- IT'S OKAY, DUKEY.
I'M NOT UPSET.
I'VE FOUND THE TRUE LOVE OF MY LIFE AGAIN,
HAVEN'T I, MICHAEL?
- THE POWER OF OUR LOVE BURNS
WITH THE FIRE OF A THOUSAND SUNS.
SO YEAH.
- PIG, YOU SURE ABOUT THIS?
- NOPE, I'M VERY CONFUSED.
ALL I KNOW IS, I'M YOUNG, DISGUISED AS A DOG,
AND IN LOVE.
COME HERE, BABY.
all: AW!
all: EW!
- HO! DIDN'T NEED TO SEE THAT.
- THAT'S JUST NOT SANITARY.
- I'M GOING TO GO WASH MY EYEBALLS.
- THE LICKING!
[happy music]
* *
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