Beethoven's 4th Page #2

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"A.B."means

"After Beethoven. "

Now, I really think

the chart speaks for itself.

This dog is really

costing us,

and I didn't even figure in

the latest fiasco.

- Point of clarification?

- Yes.

- What's a fiasco?

- It's a disaster, a debacle, a farce, a breakdown.

Oh.

Oh, honey.

I know you've gotten attached

to Beethoven. I mean, we all have.

But I just don't think there's

enough room in this household...

for a dog like Beethoven.

In fact, I don't think

there's a household...

with room enough in the entire universe

for a dog like Beethoven.

Sorry, Mom. Time's up.

I guess that concludes

the family meeting!

Well...

I love these intimate

family gatherings.

What do you think Mom meant by

the house not being big enough?

Well, I think it means she's thinking

about getting rid of Beethoven.

Come on. Get over it. I mean,

he's not even our real dog anyway.

I know. You don't

have to remind me.

Well, maybe now's a good time

to hit 'em up for a new pet.

Something a little smaller,

like a cow?

Ha-ha.

Uh-oh.

Phoebe's out.

- I wish we brought Beethoven.

- Oh, no, the gate.

- Beethoven!

- Beethoven, help!

Brennan!

What do we do?

Look.

- Yes!

- Come on, Sara. Let's go.

Thanks, Beethoven.

Come on, boy.

We can't let him go.

We need a plan.

Okay, okay. Give me a couple of days,

and I'll think of something.

That's okay.

I was... finished.

Guess what, Sara. I'm about

to put the cookies in the oven.

Mmm, they're gonna be warm and chewy,

and you can't have any!

Sorry, Dad.

Current events.

Oh, no!

Who let the dog in?

You're not helping

your case here, pal.

Eww!

Oatmeal drool cookies.

So did you think

of a plan?

It's only been three days.

Give me a break.

Besides, I'm really behind

on my math homework.

I knew you wouldn't

have a plan.

So here,

I do have a plan.

Look at this!

- Hi, honey.

- Oh. Oh.

Don't you dare!

- Beethoven!

- Oh, no!

Beethoven barfed

all over me!

How gross is that?

Eww!

Okay, my math homework,

one semester.

A whole semester?

Forget it, then.

Fine.

See you, Beethoven.

Fine! One semester.

Jerk.

Oh, great. Uh-huh.

Oh, that's fabulous.

All right.

I'll let you know.

Okay.

- They gonna take him?

- Well, if we want to.

They're really

gonna miss him.

Beethoven was never gonna

be able to stay with us forever.

- Sooner or later, they're gonna have to miss him.

- I guess.

Oh, Richard.

They're a really nice family.

They live on a huge farm.

I mean, Beethoven

will have chickens to chase,

barns to burn

and cows to stampede.

He'll be in heaven.

Oh, you're right,

as usual.

So that settles it.

You tell the kids we're

getting rid of Beethoven.

Thanks, honey.

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