Good Boy! Page #2

Just take me

to your leaders.

- Leaders?

- The dogs who walk you.

- I walk them.

- Sure you do.

I'll get to the bottom of this.

Wait. Am I the only one

who can understand you?

Okay, it was a big mistake...

wasn't meant to happen.

You can't tell anyone

about this, ever.

Got it?

This was a major boo-boo.

Nobody'd believe me anyway.

It's not like dogs start talking

all of a sudden.

Code red!

Code red!

- The kid can hear us talking?

- Watch out, shorty.

Coming through.

You can really

understand me?

Right now, you understand

what I am saying to you?

- Yep.

- Can I have a cookie?

No, wait. Ten cookies?

No, can I have twenty cookies?

Be a pal, kid.

Loosen my collar a notch.

I got a foof in my chach.

Owen, honey, can we just

talk about how pretty I am?

Oh, oh, shoot!

I'm so nervous, I forgot

what I was gonna say.

I know what I wanna ask.

Can you teach us how to work

a stinkin' can opener?!

Enough!

Collect yourselves.

I knew he was trouble

the minute I sniffed his butt.

Oh, my!

I have come here on an important

mission from the Home Star,

and I expect full cooperation.

Hold it.

Where are you from?

Where we all came from...

the Home Star.

- Unbelievable.

- It's true.

What are you talking about?

Thousands of years ago,

dogs arrived here from the Home Star

to colonize

and dominate the planet.

All Earth dogs are descended

from those dogs.

What Home Star?!

This is why dogs and people

shouldn't talk.

Dude, you never heard

of the Dog Star?

It's called Sirius.

Wait, you know

about this, too?

My grandma used to

tell me stories.

We've all heard them.

My great-grandfather told me

he had to pass through Uranus

to get here.

You expect me to believe

that there's a planet out there

made up of only dogs?

We don't expect much

from your species.

Now go outside and play

so we can do our business.

Go play, boy.

I don't have to go outside.

Pardon me, but you were saying

something about a mission?

Right. Thank you.

I have been sent here to file

a report on Earth dogs.

What, like a report card?

Yes. Now, sit!

I will observe your lives

and then grade you

on how you have upheld

the Sirius code

of dignity and dominance.

We're going to get graded?

Yes, and I'll be

submitting my report

directly to our most noble

pack leader...

the Greater Dane.

- What?

- The top dog?!

Canine-in-chief.

I need to pee-pee.

The Greater Dane

is upset by rumors

floating around

the galaxy recently

that Earth dogs may have

strayed from their original mission

and lost control

of this planet.

There's even one crazy rumor

we've heard

that claims humans

keep dogs as pets.

Oh, my!

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