(SQUISHES)
(LAUGHS)
(LAUGHING)
I got to admit that's funny, little pal.
You look just like a clown.
And I can't not laugh at a clown.
(SPIKE LAUGHS)
Ah, he's mad now but he'll get over it.
GINGER: Rick, look what I got at the mall just now.
RICK: Is it lunch?
GINGER: No silly, it's not food.
Is that all you think about?
RICK: Yes. GINGER: I can tell.
-But come look at this. -RICK: What is it?
A cloth cover for a toaster. Yay!
GINGER: No. Take a look.
It's a Mynah bird.
They're very intelligent
and they have the most amazing ability
to imitate any voice or sound.
(WHISTLES)
(IMITATES DOORBELL, GUNFIRE, HORN)
(IMITATING) I've got a million of 'em.
Huh, cha, cha, cha, cha...
GINGER: (CHUCKLING) He's just adorable, isn't he?
(IMITATING GINGER) He's just adorable, isn't he?
GINGER: (CHUCKLING) Would sweetie like a cracker?
(IMITATES APPLAUSE)
RICK: Whoa, don't waste my crackers on him.
The little bird brain!
(IMITATING) Little bird brain!
RICK: What?
GINGER: Let him just have one. He'll grow on you.
Here you go.
RICK: He can get his own cracker.
(IMITATES ROAR)
GINGER: Now you've made him upset.
RICK: So now, we are supposed to pay
for feeding three house pets?
GINGER: It will be fine.
(WHISTLES)
(WHISPERING)
RICK: What the...
Oh, great. My crackers!
Spilled everywhere.
Ugh! Thomas!
Some no good mouse got into my crackers.
Now you had better start pulling your weight around here, Buster,
or you can kiss this cozy home goodbye.
(SCREAMS)
(WHISPERING)
(IMITATING CHAINSAW)
-(IMITATING BARKING) -(SCREAMS)
(CONTINUES IMITATING BARKING)
RICK: Whoa, what the... Thomas!
Is this how you pull your weight?
Okay, cat, what's the big idea?
(BARKING)
What the heck are you talking about?
I ain't chased you all day.
Are you calling me a liar?
That does it, cat!
If you want a chase, I'll give you a chase.
(BARKING)
MYNA: (IMITATING SPIKE) Hey, cat,
you can come down now.
I apologize for losing my temper.
I was completely out of line.
In fact, I feel so bad,
I'll even let you kick me right in the behind
so as we're even.
(GIGGLING)
I promise I won't lay a finger on you.
What do you say?
That's it, cat.
You're dead meat.
MYNAH: (IMITATING GINGER) Spike, help!
Oh, help! Help, Spike! We need you.
(SPIKE BARKING)
(GROANING)
GINGER: That's it. Outside.
Here you go, Mynah. Have a nice bird bath.
(CARS HONKING)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(SIREN)
SPIKE: For crying out loud, cat.
Keep down the racket!
(PHONE RINGING)
I always knew you were a ding-a-ling.
Now you're even making me cuckoo.
(CUCKOOS)
(TYKE YELPING)
Jumping jellyfish.
Tyke! My boy's in there.
Get back here, cat!
I'm here, son. I'll get you out of there
if I have to go in there myself, and...
(MUMBLES)
Come on, son.
Let's pretend none of this ever happened.
(IMITATING GINGER) Spike and Tom, you can come in now.
MYNA: (IMITATING RICK) Yeah, you've been punished enough.
Help yourselves to a nice big snack in the kitchen.
(IMITATING GINGER) It's all yours, guys.
RICK: Honey, are you cooking fish?
Okay, chef wise guy. I've had enough.
You've both got one foot out the door permanently.
GINGER: I'm starting to agree with you, Rick.
Spike, what on Earth has gone into you all of a sudden?
RICK: Out you go, for the whole night!
(TEETH CLATTERING)
MYNA: (IMITATING RICK) Hey, fellas, look, we were a little harsh.
MYNA: (IMITATING GINGER) Yeah, it's freezing out there.
You're welcome to get in our bed and warm those cold noses.
(SCREAMING)
(IMITATING RICK) Whoa. Don't waste my crackers on him.
The little bird brain.