Marley & Me: The Puppy Years Page #2
- PG
- Year:
- 2011
- 86 min
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Sure.
Weill, that's strange.
What happened to my Spam?
[ Murmurs ]
Wow.
- Lucky dog!
- This might be a good time
for a dog walk.
Come on, Marley.
[ Barks ]
Yeah, Marley!
You've got some serious torque!
Inhale, exhale.
Oh, yeah! I'm bad!
Hey! Wait ap.
Thank you.
Whoa. Slow down!
Whoa!
Watch out!
Whoa!
[ Groans ]
Huh. Airmail.
[ Groaning ]
- [ Girl ]
Are you gays okay?
- You again!
That's our package!
[ Groans ]
[ Growling ]
Marley, no.
Marley, get out.
Don't touch the mail.
[ Barks ]
[ Barking ]
I'm really sorry.
Marley can get
out of control sometimes.
That's all right.
I'm Kaycee Ellis.
Bodi Grogan.
[ Chuckles ]
[ Giggles ]
Grogan.
Your grandfather lives
down the street, right?
Yeah.
Hey. Was that crazy, or what?
Not funny.
Whoa! Easy.
You almost got me
into trouble.
Sorry.
I had to battle
the evil mailman.
[ Growls ]
Well. I'm in training.
That's my girl Godiva.
Ahhh, that's good.
Right behind the ear.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
She's the leader
of the agility team
called the Burkaneers.
Agility team?
Yeah. We leap,
we jump, we weave-
- And chase cats?
- Uh, no.
Yeah, we're getting ready
for the Ultimate
Pappy Championship.
They're holding it
at Summerville Arena.
- That sounds fan.
- Yeah, it does!
It's awesome.
- Hey, maybe I could
enter Marley.
- You could,
but you need two other dogs
to make a team.
They just can't be
older than a year.
I totally want to run, jump,
leap and chase cats.
Hello. Theres no cats.
You could try Mrs. Crouch.
She has two Lab puppies.
It's the white house
at the end of the block.
Thanks.
Maybe I'll do that.
Come on.
Just don't get any ideas
about beating us.
Come on.
What do you think,
Marley?
[ Murmurs ]
Yeah. youse a good dog.
Yeah.
Hey, tubby?
[ Male Voice ] What?
I hear someone.
Why don't you stop feeding
your face and see who it is.
Why don't you get off
your lazy butt
and see for yourself?
'Cause I'm sunbathing.
Well. I'm snacking.
Okay. fine. I'll go.
Maybe it's somebody cool.
Wait a minute.
I want to see.
You know, they're probably
oat back here.
Oh. [ Chuckles ]
There they are.
[ Bodi Chuckles ]
Who's he?
Don't know.
Hiya.
Hi. guys. Hey, pap.
[ Chuckles ]
So what do you say,
Mrs. Crouch?
[ Sniffing ]
I could pick them up
in the morning for training.
Uh, what are you doing?
I smell Spam. Mmm!
[ Chuckles ]
Wow. Youre good.
No, he's just
obsessed with meat.
It sounds like this competition
might be just what
your puppies need.
Well, I guess I don't see
any harm in them joining
your agility team.
- Awesome.
- And I gotta wear this thing
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