Thomas, it's up to you to get the ding room ready for a special guest today.
Here are the keys to the pantry.
I should mention that the special guest
He's arriving to inspect the prowess of our stuff.
Remember, perfect.
(DOOR OPENS)
(GRUMBLING)
(BOTH FIGHTING)
BUTLER:Thomas!
Thomas, it's clear this task is beyond your abilities.
The keys, Thomas?
Ugh! Not this.
The keys, Thomas.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
Hmm. This is it, Thomas!
Mr. Bedfordshire has arrived.
I... Er, well, you aren't quite what we were expecting.
Oh, my!
Right this way, sir.
(GASPS) Thomas!
What in blazes are you doing?
Put down Mr. Bedfordshire this instant.
I'm as excited as you are that Mr. Bedfordshire is here.
But put him down.
Dust.
Clearly, this key will be in better hands with our distinguished guest.
And this is our banquet hall.
Can't you test the quality of our food just to see if it meets your expectations?
(BURPS)
(SLURPS)
Please help yourself.
Now put Mr. Bedfordshire down.
And here, we have our master kitchen where our capable cooks
prepare exquisite meals for the family and their guests.
And there is the pantry to which you hold the golden key.
Please help yourself about.
And, Thomas, no more manhandling of our guest.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(WHIRRING)
(WHIRRING STOPS)
(SCREAMS)
Thomas!
What on earth do you think you are doing?
I'm so sorry, Mr. Bedfordshire.
This will never happen again.
You've had hundreds of last chances, Thomas.
But this time, you're fired!
Cleaning my shoes doesn't change anything.
Now, where is my ejecting boot?
BUTLER:You're fired!
(DOORBELL RINGS)
(MEOWS)
(DOORBELL RINGS)
Mr. Bedfordshire at your service.
(BUTLER CLEARS THROAT)
My time is valuable.
Oh, yeah, yeah. Of course, sir!
Do my eyes deceive me, Keats?
Is that a common mouse plundering your pantry?
(CHOMPING)
Oh, well, er... Here's what he did!
He did not dress like a mouse.
(CHOMPING)
I assume you have a mouse of heart.
Well, you see, sir...
Thomas!
Spot on, Thomas!
We have a slight rodent problem.
Dispose off this mouse and you will be reinstated.
You've been caught out, mouse!
Thomas, you know what to do.
Allow me.
(WHIRRING)
(WHIRRING AND CRASHING)