(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(BOTTLES CLINKING)
RICK: Get the mouse, Tom. Get the mouse.
Come on, Tom. Get the mousey.
(CRASHING)
Come on, Tom. Here's the mousey.
-(SQUEAKING) -You want the mousey, don't you?
(SQUEAKS)
(SQUEAKING)
Here he is! Here's the mousey!
Now, go get him.
(SQUEAKING)
-(THUDS) -(CLANGS)
GINGER: Well, that certainly went better than last time.
RICK: Take it easy, Tom.
You're gonna stay with my Aunt Louella while we're on vacation.
Oh, you'll like Auntie Lou.
-She's the best cook in the family. -(GIGGLES)
(THUDS)
(CHOMPS)
RICK: Good thing you haven't spoiled your appetite today.
You want to save room for her famous desserts.
(ENGINE STARTING)
RICK: Thanks, Aunt Louella! We'll be back in a few days.
Now, don't worry about a thing.
We're going to have loads of fun.
I've been baking all week.
Especially for your cat, Tim.
GINGER: It's Tom, actually.
RICK: Tim, Tom, close enough.
-Goodbye, Aunt Louella. -LOUELLA: Goodbye, Rock.
And now, Tim...
Uh, let me get the right spectacles to see you with.
No. I think these are old.
Uh, nope. Not this one.
Aha! I think this one might work.
Hmm. A little foggy, but it'll have to do.
Now, uh, let's see that cute little kitty.
-(OVEN DINGS) -Oh, the cookies must be ready.
I'll just grab those from the oven.
-(THUDS) -(CLANGS)
I don't know where you come from,
but am I glad to see you!
Come on. A dog can't leave an old lady alone.
But I gotta get out of here. This place is driving me nuts!
This ought to let me off the hook.
Good luck, pal.
Now, let's see about that cute kitty, Tim.
Oh, my! What a tiny kitty you are.
Don't worry, you'll get plenty to eat here.
But you won't find any mice.
I just can't abide them.
Ambrose, uh, come here and say hello to my nephew's kitty cat, Tim.
(MEOWS)
-Now, be a good doggy and show Tim how much you love him. -(JERRY PURRS)
Go on, Ambrose.
There we go.
Who's a good doggy?
That's right. Who's a good doggy?
-(BARKS) -That's a good boy.
Let's all get something to eat.
Now, I've baked a special dessert for today.
-(THUDS) -Bad Ambrose. Let our guest eat first.
-(SLURPS) -Uh, now, Timmy, what would you like to try first?
(SWALLOWS)
(MUNCHES)
-(BLOWS RASPBERRY) -LOUELLA: Don't worry, Ambrose.
I saved a special soup bone just for you.
(STOMACH RUMBLING)
-(MEOWS) -LOUELLA: What is it, Timmy?
Oh, it's so good to see you and Ambrose getting along.
He's so well-trained.
Now, there's something you should like.
Kitties love to play with yarn.
Uh, go get the yarn, Timmy.
It's all right.
Go ahead and play with the yarn.
Oh, that's just wonderful, Timmy.
Look at him go, Ambrose.
He's so talented.
Uh, my goodness, he's fast.
Such a treat to have a kitty in the house.
Now, Ambrose, if you've done playing with the kitty,
I'll need my yarn back.
(THUDS)
Here's a saucer of milk for you, Timmy.
You can spend time outside
while I take Ambrose for his walk.
Have fun while we're gone.
Come on, Ambrose.
(SLURPS)
(GROWLING)
Oh, Ambrose, I hope you're having fun.
But I saved the best for last.
Your most favorite place.
The dog park!
There you are.
Oh, dear. All the other doggies are sleeping.
Let's wake them so you can all play!
-(LOUELLA WHISTLES) -(ALL GROWLING)
(DOGS BARKING)
(SLURPING)
(DOGS BARKING)
(BARKING STOPS)
(GASPS) He found it! He found the ball.
(DOGS BARKING)
(PANTING)
(DOGS BARKING)
Hooray! Let's hear it for the new dog, fellas!
(ALL CHEERING)
LOUELLA: Timmy, we're home.
Oh, how cute.
Timmy made a friend while we were away.
(GROWLS)
Ambrose, leave those nice kitties alone.
Let's not spoil our lovely day.
Since we're all here, let's have some fun.
-(POLKA MUSIC PLAYING) -Come on, lazy pants.
It's time to polka!
Hey, he seems familiar.
Wait, I know that dog.
I saw him being picked up by the dog catcher last weekend.
Oh, I'm going to miss you when you're gone, Tim.
Ambrose and I will be all alone again.
(SIREN WAILING)
-(WHISTLE BLOWING) -Hold on! Wait, fellas.
I can't thank you enough for breaking me out.
I thought I'd never say this,
but I miss that crazy old lady.
(DOGS WHIMPERING)
Guess I made a few friends on the inside.
RICK: Come on, Tom. Time to go. (GROANS)
This crate seems much heavier.
Must have been feeding him well.
Thanks again for watching Tim, Aunt Louella.
GINGER: You mean Tom.
RICK: That's what I said.
LOUELLA: Bye-bye, you two.
Probably best that Tim goes home now.
Things are getting a little crowded around here.
(DOGS BARKING)