Cats & Dogs: The Revenge of Kitty Galore Page #2

no human and very few canines ever see.

Greetings, Agent Butch.

Activate paw scan now.

Whoa.

Sweet!

This is like Petco meets Vegas.

Today's

seminar, ''Harassment in the Workplace.''

Doberman or not, do not pinch her.

Welcome to Dog HQ,

the nexus of our whole operation.

Mike, you wanna grab lunch?

l don't like you, Carl.

We're the thin, furry line

between humans and total chaos.

Try and keep up, kid.

Hey, guys, watch.

l'm skateboarding, l'm skateboarding!

Our elite agents work and train 2411...

...to combat all enemies,

foreign and domesticated.

We take the saying ''man's best friend''

very seriously here.

All in?

Why not?

-Hey, Butch.

-Hey, Slim.

Why do we do all this?

To make sure it never becomes

a cat-eat-dog world out there.

Oh, hello, ladies!

Hate to see you go,

Iove to watch you leave.

Stop drooling already. Come on,

l want to introduce you to someone.

Could you introduce me

to them, please?

Hey, wait up.

Hot dog, coming through!

Three, two, one. Fire the catapult.

Bull's-eye.

Hey, watch your paws in here.

Don't touch anything.

Hey, how you doing, buddy?

Meow. Meow. Meow, meow.

Meow, meow, meow.

lt's some kind of cat! Get back!

Meow? Oh, l forgot.

This is the Catamatron 3000.

lt trains you to think

like the enemy. Literally.

Someone's been playing fetch

with the ugly stick.

This is Peek, tech specialist

and head of Covert Ops.

-Hi.

-What up, dog?

So, Peek, you got anything

that actually works?

Follow me.

Alley-oop.

Butch, your collar is fitted with

the Rawhide-l communications package.

Lock pick, netting, helium-neon laser...

...grappling hook

and liver-scented breath freshener.

And this is yours.

Sweet! What's it do?

Holds your name tag on your neck.

Butch, you've lost some weight.

Sorry, my name's Diggs

and l always look this good.

Sam. l'm over here.

Sorry. The boss wants

to see you two pronto.

Get a haircut, you hippie.

Congratulations, Agent 8uttercup...

...on the birth of your son, son, daughter,

son, daughter, daughter...

...son, daughter, son.

Have a seat, gentlemen.

No, off. Off the couch.

-Off the couch!

-Sorry. Sorry.

You guys were outside,

and you're dirty.

Because we're field agents, Lou.

We can't all be desk jockeys like you,

sitting around wearing ugly sweaters.

Hey, l like this sweater.

It was a gift from my grandma.

Can you give it back?

So you're the dog

who likes to blow up buildings.

Yeah, that was an accident.

You seem to have

a lot of accidents, Diggs.

Can we just cut to the chase already

and get to why l'm here?

Of course. Three hours ago,

we intercepted this transmission...

...from a mysterious villain

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