(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
CATES: Are the horses ready for the hunt today, Quartermaster?
-QUARTERMASTER: Aye, sir. -(HORSES NEIGHING)
-CATES: Are the dogs ready for the hunt today, Houndsman? -(DOGS BARKING)
Aye, Mr. Cates.
CATES: How goes the hunt banquet, Cook?
COOK: I've just finished setting the table
and the main course is in the oven. (CHUCKLES)
There'll be enough to feed even the horses and hounds when they all get back.
CATES: You have a way with words, Cook.
(GULPS)
(GIGGLING)
(FIGHT BELL DINGS)
(TOM YOWLING)
(PLAYS NOTE)
A kitty cat?
Where'd you come from?
I've always wanted a kitty cat of my very own.
They're my favoritest animals in the whole wide world.
Oh, I could just hug you to pieces, I could.
You're even softer than my teddy bear.
We're going to have so much fun together.
And at tea time, I'll even share my biscuits and jam with you
and you can have as much as you want.
(BOTH BLOWING RASPBERRIES)
CATES: Ah, Thomas,
I see you've met the Duke's nephew, little Rupert.
His family is with us for the festivities today.
Don't call my kitty Thomas.
That's a silly name.
I'm gonna call him Fauntleroy!
Excellent appellation, young sir.
I'm sure Thomas, uh, that is, Fauntleroy
appreciates the improvement.
DUKE: Do look after Rupert, Cates.
We'll be back from the fox hunt in a few hours.
A fox hunt? Why can't I come?
No fair!
Now lad, you're not quite old enough yet.
Old Cates will see to it that you have a grand old time here at the house.
Indubitably, milord.
(FANFARE)
DUKE: Tally ho and all that! (LAUGHS)
♪ A hunting we will go... ♪
Might I suggest, young sir,
that you have a pretend hunt on your own.
Where am I supposed to get a fox and horses and hounds?
I have another good suggestion for that.
Use your imagination.
Perhaps Fauntleroy can lend a paw.
(GRUNTS) Well, maybe we can have a pretend hunt here in the house.
(TOM YOWLS)
Hey, come back here, Fauntleroy!
You're supposed to help me with my imagination.
(WHISTLES)
Come out of there, Fauntleroy.
I know you're in there.
Hmm... Say!
This should fit you perfectly, Fauntleroy.
(GRUNTS) Hold still now.
There! You look just like a real live fox.
(LAUGHING)
Say there, little mousie,
you did such a smashing job hunting for Fauntleroy.
How would you like to be my imaginary hunting dog?
(BARKS AND PANTS)
Now do a trick. Roll over.
Oh! Good doggie.
Now we're all set.
But I have some bad news, kitty.
Because even though I love kitty cats more than anything in the world
I hate foxes to pieces!
(FANFARE)
-Tally ho! -(JERRY BARKS)
(THUDS)
(BARKS AND PANTS)
(SHRIEKS)
(KNOCKING AT WINDOW)
Much obliged, my friend.
There's a bit of a breeze today, and I wouldn't mind a visit indoors.
I have allergies. (SNEEZES) Fickle things.
But nothing a little indoor food wouldn't cure,
if you're so inclined.
Mmm, forever in your debt, good sir.
My compliments to your cook.
(COOK EXCLAIMS) Out, you filthy pests!
(PANTING)
RUPERT: View halloo!
(FANFARE)
Yuck!
They're even uglier when they're dead.
Hmm, I wonder.
Guess not. But still...
(PANTS AND BARKS)
Good puppy.
Let's get that smelly old fox.
(SCREAMS)
Say there, old fellow,
wonderful performance just now.
But two on a hearth is bad luck, you know.
However, today is your lucky day.
I'll set you up with the perfect place to hide.
(TRUMPET FANFARES)
-(DOGS BARKING) -View halloo!
(SHRIEKS)
(HORSES WHINNYING)
(DOGS CONTINUE BARKING)
-(RUMBLING) -(GLASS SHATTERING)
(VIDEO GAME MUSIC PLAYING)
(BARKING CONTINUES)
(WHINNYING)
(SHRIEKS)
I say, that's rather out of sorts.
Great Scott! An imposter fox!
It's just a cat in a skin, you silly hounds.
DUCHESS: Well then, where on Earth is the real fox?
(TOM WHISTLES)
(DOGS BARKING)
And despite the informality,
dining in the parlor can be a change of pace, eh what?
(DOORBELL RINGS)
COOK: I'll get it, Mr. Cates.
-(SHRIEKS) -(BLOWING TRUMPET)
-(BARKING) -(WHINNYING)
Well, I hate to eat and run, but this is why I came in.
DUKE: View halloo!
RUPERT: View halloo!
(PLAYS TRUMPET)