Beethoven's 3rd Page #3

These people are

professionals. Professionals.

These people are

professionals. Professionals.

When my dad took me on my motor home

vacation, we had a dog with us... Spartacus.

It was great!

Spartacus was a Chihuahua.

That sheds a trash bag

full of hair every day.

This is one part of your boyhood trip

you're just not gonna get to relive. No way.

Okay. Vote, then.

All in favor of bringing

Beethoven with us, raise your hand.

All opposed?

A tie.

Okay, let's flip for it.

No, we won't.

The dog is not going.

Look,

he's already caused us $ 200

worth of damage in the RV.

No. And we're gonna have to feed him.

You know I'm gonna end up

cleaning up after him.

Richard, we're gonna take him

to a kennel,

and then George and Alice can

have him shipped from there, okay?

Okay. All right.

I understand.

You wouldn't put Ryce, Ted

or Emily in a kennel.

And Beethoven's our cousin too.

How are we gonna get that DVD from

them, huh? By any means necessary.

You know what?

I think Sara is right.

The only decent thing to do here is

let Beethoven take my place on the trip.

I mean, I guess

I'll have to stay home.

Nice try, Brennan. Come on.

We're all hitting the road.

What about that dog? That's

gotta be a trained killer.

Veterinarian animal

tranquilizer.

Any more stupid questions?

Tommy, this looks complicated.

Now, you are sure

that you know how to use it.

Excuse me. Which one of us

is the stupid one?

Me? Sorry. Yes. That would be you.

Item number one:

When we get into the hou...

They see us!

Move!

Out of my way!

Let's go, Newtons. Come on.

We're leaving now. Come on. We're

gonna hit the road. Let's go.

They're on the road.

What?

I felt a great disturbance

in the force,

as if seven gnomes cried out

at once and were silenced.

Let's roll.

Hurry up! Hurry up! They're

in front. I see them.

Okay. Stay behind them.

They're right in front.

Don't lose them, or we're

dead. Okay. Losing, death, bad.

He'll be okay, honey.

Dogs check in, but they don't

check out. Shut up, Brennan.

You know, we could drive

right by your school.

Sorry, sorry, Dad.

Bye, Beethoven.

Let's take 'em.

Okay.

Come here, boy.

Come here, boy.

Come here. Hey!

Come back here!

Hold this!

Oh, with the hurting!

Oh, that's not good.

Whoa! Good doggie!

Good doggie.

Good doggie, good doggie.

That dog trashed the car.

Just don't tell my mom.

It's covered in cement.

Don't tell her.

She's gonna know.

- What the heck was that?

- Probably somebody's vintage gnome collection...

that they'd painstakingly put together

for the last ten years of their life.

I said I was sorry.

It was probably a dog someone didn't want

on their vacation, and Dad just ran him over.

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