(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(GLASS SHATTERING)
(TOM YELPING)
(THUDDING)
(CYMBAL CRASHING)
(PIANO KEY PLAYS)
(BLOWS RASPBERRY)
(SCREECHES)
Ow!
(PANTING)
Listen, fellas! All this cat and mouse stuff, it has to stop!
Look at this place. It's a mess!
(SQUISHING)
I'm embarrassed to call this my home.
You should be too.
One day, those people who feed you,
they're gonna get tired of coming home to this.
And youse two are gonna end up kissing the pavement.
And I ain't gonna shed a tear, 'cause I warned ya.
And get this in your pointy little head, cat,
as long as I'm here, you're leaving the mouse alone.
Get it?
(BLOWS RASPBERRY)
From now on, things are gonna...
Whoa.
-(CRASHING) -(GLASS SHATTERING)
GINGER: Oh, my!
Look what you've done!
-RICK: Now, honey. -Don't honey me.
Look at my beautiful home!
RICK: I'm just sayin', the cat may have provoked him a little.
GINGER: Really?
See? It's that kind of aggression that leads to this mess.
And proves Spike can't be trusted inside.
Until he changes, he's an outdoor dog.
(GASPS)
RICK: Aw, he's fine. Look at him, loving on Tom.
-RICK: Spike! -GINGER: Spike!
GINGER: That does not look like loving to me.
RICK: Okay, okay.
What if I took him to obedience school?
Maybe he learns to control himself,
he could earn his way back in the house.
GINGER: I think that's a great idea. Dogs need boundaries.
RICK: You heard her, pal.
(SPIKE GROWLING)
-Cool it, boy. -(SPIKE STRUGGLING)
You're in trouble.
(GULPS)
RICK: Honey! Look who's back.
GINGER: Welcome home, Spike.
RICK: (LAUGHING) You ain't gonna believe this.
He's a whole new dog.
Let me see, boy.
(DOG WHISTLE)
-RICK: Spike, sit. -(BLOWS WHISTLE)
(BLOWS WHISTLE FOR EACH COMMAND) Roll over. Beg. Sit. Lay down.
Play dead.
See? What did I say?
GINGER: Well, he seems better.
But Rick, I have that important luncheon this afternoon.
If there's just one little mishap, I promise
Spike will be playing dead outside.
(PANTING LIKE A DOG)
(STEAM ENGINE WHISTLE)
I'm gonna get you for what they did to me in there.
(GROWLING)
(DOG WHISTLE)
Give me that whistle.
GINGER: Ahhh! What are you doing?
Remember, Spike, we sent you to obedience school once.
We can do it again.
I know you're trying to get me kicked outta here,
but I'm telling ya, it ain't gonna work.
No matter what you do.
I'm staying well-behaved.
(SCREECHES)
(WHISTLES)
Where'd you...get the... Ruggles.
(TOY SQUEAKING)
(PANTING)
(SQUEAKING)
The super-duper bouncy ball?
(BOUNCING)
GINGER: Well, well.
Maybe you have changed.
(SCREECHES)
(PRAYING SOFTLY)
(CRASHING)
(GASPS) My luncheon!
Outside with the dog now!
RICK: Come on, boy.
You had your chance.