(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(SQUEAKING)
RICK: Ah-ha! See, boy? Our yard is the envy of the neighborhood.
I'd dare anyone to find a weed.
(SHRIEKS)
(CRACKING)
(SNIFFING)
(SNEEZES)
-What's the matter, boy? -(SNIFFLES)
Hey, wait a minute.
(SNEEZES)
Well, well, big guy, I think you're allergic to the cat.
GINGER: That's ridiculous.
RICK: Look at him. He ain't sneezing now.
-(SNIFFING) -That's cause Tom's in here.
GINGER: Come on! Spike's never been allergic before.
RICK: Hey, the same thing happened to your cousin, Donna, rember?
Developed allergies to that cat of hers, right out of the blue.
That's when she sent Twitches to live with your ma.
GINGER: If you think I'm sending Tom to my mom's,
you've got another thing coming.
RICK: But, hon, Tom had a great time there, last year.
(YOWLING)
(STAMMERING) Oh, you're gonna like it here.
GINGER: Tom isn't going anywhere!
RICK: Hey, don't get me wrong.
I'd miss the little guy, too.
GINGER: Listen, Tom, just keep away from Spike.
Don't even let one hair get near him.
And, this'll all blow over.
(CLATTERING)
(STRETCHING)
(SCREAMS)
(FIGHTING NOISES)
(CRASHING)
(SHRIEKS)
(GONG CLANGS)
What was...
(SNEEZES)
(HOPPING)
RICK: What the... GINGER: What's going on out there?
RICK: Your cat is giving my dog fits!
GINGER: It's not Tom's fault.
If one more... (SNEEZES)
Hair comes near me...
(SNEEZES)
I'll get rid of you myself.
(CRASHING)
(MECHANICAL WHIRRING)
(WHOOSHING)
(SNEEZES VIOLENTLY)
(WHIRRING)
GINGER: Good morning, Tom. Good to see you being so careful.
(VACUUM CLEANER RUNNING)
(POWERING UP)
(WHOOSHING)
(TOM SCREAMING)
(SNEEZES)
RICK: You, back inside!
If only Ginger didn't love that cat so much, you'd be...
I got it!
Hon, I have a present for you!
GINGER: Really? You're a sweetie!
(MEWS)
RICK: See? I love cats!
RICK: I present you with Glory.
A genetically bred, hypoallergenic cat.
Ha, ha! No more allergies!
-GINGER: Rick, of all the sneaky, lowdown tricks... -(MEWING)
-(CHUCKLES) Well, she is a darling little thing. -(PURRING)
GINGER: Aw, aren't you a sweet kitty!
Well, I'll say this, Glory.
Tom's never been able to catch him.
-(WHOOSHING) -(CRASHING)
He's got to be here!
(TOY SQUEAKING)
No!
GINGER: Spike, no!
You need to learn to share your things.
And, clean up that mess, mister.
(BURPS)
(RICK WHISTLES)
GINGER: You are so sweet, Glory.
Mmm. This hot chocolate's just like my grandma's.
(SCREAMS)
(YOWLING)
(SPLASHING)
(GROWLING)
(ALARM RINGING)
GINGER: You're the best, Glory. (SLURPING)
You reek, Tom!
Shoo! Get yourself cleaned up!
GINGER: Who's a hungry kitty?
(GASPS, BABY TALKING) My little cutie.
Oh, when they start baby-talking,
that's a bad sign!
(CRASH)
(WHISTLES)
Don't worry, I ain't gonna sneeze.
That little monster's ruing this for all of us.
We've got to fight back!
(SKIDDING)
WOMAN: Okay, now, that's everything, right?
MAN: Everything but the kitchen sink.
(DOORS SHUTTING)
(ENGINE STARTS)
SPIKE: Ah, it's going to be a beautiful day, boys.
GINGER: Glory! Where are you?
Tom, have you seen her?
(CAR TIRES SCREECH)
WOMAN: I can't believe you left the suitcases in the driveway.
-(MEWING) -GINGER: Oh! There you are.
Oh, my precious little kitty!
(GASPS) Thank heaven!
(SCREAMS)
(MEWS)
Tom! What are you doing to poor little Glory?
RICK: What in buckets is going on here?
GINGER: Maybe a little time with Grandma isn't such a bad idea.
RICK: (FLATLY) Oh, Tom, I am so gonna miss you.
That little monster don't know when to stop!
(GARAGE RATTLING)
(REVVING)
(CRASH)
(ENGINE ROARING)
(WHIRRING)
RICK: My yard! Your cat's gone crazy!
GINGER: No! Leave my Tom alone!
(TIRES SCREECH)
(GLORY YOWLING FURIOUSLY)
(SNEEZES)
GINGER: Rick! Spike is allergic to the grass!
RICK: That doesn't make sense!
GINGER: Wait! It's the new weed spray!
-RICK: Nah, it's all natural. -(GLORY THRASHING ABOUT)
RICK: If Spike is allergic to my weed spray,
I'll eat Tom's food for a week.
(SNEEZES)
RICK: Ugh, it takes a lot longer doing this by hand.
But, I guess it's worth it.
GINGER: Dinner's ready!
RICK: Thanks, hon.
(CAR HONKING)
GINGER: Mom's here!
(YOWLING ANGRILY)
(SCREAMS)