(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(ALARM BLARING)
GINGER: I'm hitting the snooze button one more time.
RICK: (YAWNS) How many does that make?
GINGER: Yikes! Too many. It's almost nine.
RICK: Nine? We overslept two hours?
(BOTH GROAN)
GINGER: I'll feed Tom and you feed Spike.
(WHISTLES)
(MEOWS)
(TYKE HISSES LIKE A CAT)
(GROWLING)
SPIKE: What's goin on, son?
That ain't no way to treat our little pal here.
You're not yourself, all of a sudden.
You must've gotten up
on the wrong side of the doghouse.
Catch a few more winks and you'll be fine.
(SNIFFS) Hmm.
(SLURPS)
Move over, son.
I gotta sleep off this sudden urge
to play with a ball of yarn.
(RINGING AND GRUMBLING)
(SLURPS)
(SNIFFS)
(SLURPS)
(HOWLS)
(SHRIEKS)
(BARKS)
(LAUGHS)
(PANTING)
(PANTING EXCITEDLY)
(GROWLS)
(SNIFFS)
(BARKS)
(TOM CONTINUES BARKING)
(BARKING)
(BELL RINGS)
(GROWLS)
-(TOM BARKS) -(GIRL SCREAMS)
I don't know what's gotten into me.
Either I'm dreaming
or something screwy is goin' on here.
Nope, not dreamin'.
Somethin' must be screwy.
Hey, that's my job.
(BARKS)
(BOTH BARK)
(TOM AND SPIKE CONTINUE BARKING)
(BOTH GROWLING)
I think I know what's going on here.
(WHISTLES)
Definitely cat food.
Dog chow.
Your people got your grub mixed up.
And you know what they say,
you are what you eat.
(HOWLS)
(BARKING)
(SNARLING)
(GROWLS)
(BARKING)
(CLANKING)
I tell ya, you are what you eat.
Ah. Garbage.
Mmm.
(RINGING AND GRUMBLING)
(SNICKERS)
(SHRIEKS)
(RINGING AND GRUMBLING)
(BARKING EXCITEDLY)
(CHOMPING)
(TWITTERING)
(GRUNTING)
(SHRIEKS)
(GROANS)
(TWITTERING)
(HOOTING LIKE MONKEY)
(TWITTERING)
(HOOTING)
(TWITTERING)
(HOOTING)
(IMITATING BUGS BUNNY) What's up?
(SHRIEKS)
(PHONE DIALING)
(WHISPERING)
(CHIRPING)
Glad that's all out of our system.
Here's to nice healthy milk.
(ALL MOOING)