(JERRY WHISTLING)
(BLOWING RASPBERRY)
(SNORING)
(BLOWING)
Phew!
(GASPS)
You're going to regret that, cat.
(SCREECHING)
(CRACKLING)
-(EXPLODING) -(TOM SCREAMING)
GINGER: We're home.
RICK: We said no more chasing!
(CRACKLING)
(SNIFFING)
(CRACKLING)
(EXPLODING)
(MUSICAL NOTES PLAYING)
GINGER: (GASPS) Are you two okay?
RICK: No, they're not.
Two mice kicked the pudding out of them.
It's embarrassing.
GINGER: We let this rodent problem go on too long.
It's not their fault.
I'm getting an exterminator here, today.
And you're taking these two to the vet's.
RICK: They're fine.
Rick!
RICK: All right, boys, we're going to the vet's.
RICK: All right, we can do this the easy way or the hard way.
Your choice, Tom.
-Whoa, kitty! Hey! Hey, there! Just relax! -(TOM YOWLING)
-(RICK SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
GINGER: Oh, I'm sure Tommy didn't mean to hurt Daddy.
-RICK: I'm not this cat's daddy! -(DOOR SLAMS)
(BRAKES SCREECHING)
(BOTH SCREAMING)
VET: And why are Tom and Spike seeing us today?
RICK: Ah, just making sure these guys have no broken bones or nothing.
VET: Hmm, says here they also need their physicals,
teeth scrubbed, nails clipped, ears swabbed, flea dunk, tick check, and...
Shots. All of them.
RICK: Looks like I'll be picking you up later.
Enjoy your spa-day, boys.
(WHIMPERING)
Don't leave me. I'm begging you.
Don't leave!
(CRYING)
(DOORBELL RINGING)
PETEY: Petey's Pest Patrol reporting for duty, ma'am.
Ready to say "hasta luego," to those rodents?
GINGER: Am I ever, Petey!
PETEY: Meet the Swatter 5000, AKA the answer to all your problems.
-Whoa! -GINGER: Whoa!
PETEY: That's right. "Whoa."
Prepare to take your home back.
Hey... This is our home, too.
(GROWLING)
(ALARM SOUNDING)
(BOTH SCREAMING)
(SPLASHING)
(FLEAS SCREECHING)
(BLADES SWISHING)
PETEY: Swatter, activate camera.
(ELECTRONIC WHIRRING)
PETEY: Hmm. Still no sign of the enemy.
Aw, did we chase the little mice away. Cowards!
PETEY: So long, nuisance!
Swatter, deploy traps.
(POWERS DOWN)
PETEY: I better go fix the darn thing.
(CRASHING)
(SQUEAKS)
(TRAPS SNAPPING)
PETEY: (GROANING) Ow!
You want to play that way? Fine!
We're taking this to Pest Con Two!
Commence Operation Pied Piper.
(BEEPING)
(ELECTRONIC WHIRRING)
(FLUTE PLAYING)
(CRACKLING)
(EXPLOSION)
PETEY: Now what?
(ELECTRONIC WHIRRING)
PETEY: Sabotage!
-(EXPLOSION) -PETEY: Medic.
He'll come back for us.
Any second now, you'll see. I know he will.
VET: Mugsy, your owner's here.
Yes! So long, suckers!
He ain't ever coming back! We're never getting out of here.
(BLADE SWISHING)
Oh! Smart thinking, cat.
(SQUEAKS)
Shh!
VET: Excuse me, Doctors, but we had a cat and a dog go missing.
Did they come this way?
GINGER: Mission accomplished?
PETEY: Negative, ma'am. The enemy is crafty and cunning.
But it's big boy time.
-They have no idea, what's coming. -(GASPS)
PETEY: I'm going to do something I haven't done in years...
PETEY: Get rid of pests with my bare hands.
GINGER: Bare hands?
(BOTH SCREAMING)
PETEY: Get some cheese chewers!
RICK: Honey, I'm home... Ow!
PETEY: Who's on the run now, runts?
Who are you calling a runt?
Never mind!
(WHISTLES)
PETEY: Say hello to oblivion, squeaker!
GINGER: That's it! Get out!
I'd rather have mice!
PETEY: Not until the objective is reached, ma'am.
The enemy is on the ropes.
I'm this close, to completing mission objectives. And then, I can...
RICK: Mission over, Petey! Back to base!
PETEY: But I don't want to go back to base!
I want to finish the mission, sir.
There is no dignity in surrender.
RICK: Thanks for stopping by, Petey. We'll take it from here.
PETEY: You're not going to give me a bad review online, are you?
GINGER: Suddenly, those mice don't seem so bad.
RICK: I'll pick up Tom and Spike.
Maybe we should start our own business.
Jerry and Tuffy's Pest Control.
"No nuisance is too large!"
The other side of that door is freedom. Let's go.
(BANGING)
No one has to know about the nail paint.
Got it?
It made me feel pretty, that's all.
Hey, boys.
Mugsy, thought you went home.
Mistaken identity.
Turns out it was Pugsy's owners who came.
Rumor has it, people are looking for you.
For the right price, maybe I didn't see you.
So, we doing this the easy way or the hard way?
Your choice.
-Whoa, hey now! -(TOM YOWLING)
MUGSY: Just relax!
That cat's crazy!
RICK: Hey! Where are you two, going?
(SCREECHING)
RICK: (CHUCKLING) Yeah, yeah. I missed you, too.
Even you, cat.