Smitty Page #2

I believe you.

You know, fine,

I'll just have cereal.

No, you won't.

Why not?

'Cause I don't have any.

I hate cereal.

Then what

am I supposed to eat?

What do you eat at home?

Hot pockets, pizza rolls, you

know, anything that can nuke.

Nuke. There's a microwave

right behind you.

Fine.

Have at it.

Fine.

Okay. Dozen eggs,

four potatoes,

chow down--

(microwave button beeps)

Ah!

(splattering)

All right.

Clean that up.

And when you're through,

meet me outside.

We got work to do.

(sizzling)

(chickens clucking)

What am I

supposed to do?

Find the fattest one

and catch it.

Why?

Dinner.

This sucks!

Hot pockets and pizza rolls.

How they working out for you?

Ugh.

Mow this.

But I'm only here

for, like, three months.

Better get started, then.

Ah!

What are those for?

Apparently,

your grades suck.

Summer school starts

now.

(sobbing)

Here.

Blow your nose.

You hungry?

Yeah.

Finish that.

Then hit the sack.

We got

an early day tomorrow.

Were going into town.

Really? Why?

'Cause you need a friend.

(dogs barking)

I guess that one's

kind of cool.

(growling)

Sit.

No, not that one.

How about that one?

Speak!

No, not that one neither.

That one!

Why?

He's a mutt.

It's what's on the inside

that counts.

Now, this is a farm dog.

They've got big hearts.

Sit!

Up.

Speak.

(barking)

Come.

He's smart.

And, uh,

he'll look after you.

Thought that was

your job.

I'm your grandfather,

not your friend.

(barking)

But I've never

had a dog before.

It's okay.

He's had a boy before.

Somebody taught him.

Then we should try

to find his owner.

There's four million acres

of farm land in Iowa, good luck.

Hey, Jack.

Smitty.

Need a dog collar

and a leash.

(Door opening)

Who's that?

My Grandson, Ben.

Ben, this is Mr. Smith.

But my friends

call me "Smitty".

Smitty.

You call him

"Mr. Smith".

Mr. Smith.

Come here.

Give me five.

Whoa!

Hey, hey.

I like this kid.

There you go.

We'll need

a nametag too.

What you gonna name him?

Huh?

What do you want

to name him?

You know what,

I don't even want this dog.

You're the one

who made me get him,

so you should name him.

Fine.

This will be his name until you

come up with something better.

Dog?

D.O.G.

This straight?

Uh, no, no, no, no.

That is

a genuine antique.

What!

Pick up the stuff, kid.

Dog.

I think I got carpal tunnel

syndrome in the feet.

Can you get carpal tunnel

syndrome in the feet?

Um, no, you can't,

but what you got

is plantar fasciitis.

See there's a long flat ligament

on the bottom of the foot,

and when it gets

stretched improperly,

like from waitressing

all day,

it gets inflamed.

Just ice it and rest.

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