Beverly Hills Chihuahua 3: Viva La Fiesta!

Hey, boss, what about Chloe?

- Right, right. Okay.

This is the epic story of

two noble chihuahuas,

Papi, and the love of his life, Chloe.

What about Uncle Pedro?

And the pups?

Yeah. Yes, yes, yes, yes. Okay.

This is the story of

a whole family of chihuahuas.

Okay.

It is a tale of bravery,

treachery, compassion...

Peanut butter.

- Peanut butter and love.

No, Mr. president,

it's an honor meeting you,

but I have to get

the pups ready for school.

Keep dreaming, mi Amor.

Papi will take care of everything.

This goes in the toy pile.

Voila.

Good morning.

Rise and shine.

Up we go. The early dog

gets the bone.

Buenos dias.

Let's go!

- Dad!

- You're up!

Mmm. Peanut butter.

Mmm. Flaky.

Papi, have I mentioned lately

how much I love you?

Mi Corazon, you are my moon, my stars,

- my squeaky chew toy of love.

- Aww.

Gross. We're right here, you know.

All right! Who's ready for school?

Please tell me this won't

involve dirt or bones.

I just had my paws done.

You're a dog!

Dirt and bones is 90% of our day!

- Huh?

- Listen, where I'm from they say,

"anything worth doing

"requires getting a little

dirt under the paw nails. "

Now, come on!

We got a great lesson today.

Last one out has to lick a cat!

- Yeah!

Cats are weird.

- I'm no cat-licker.

You'll be licking a cat.

- I'm not licking a cat!

Ow!

Stupid door.

Okay, that was pep,

Ali, Lala, Papi, Jr.

Wait a minute. Rosa?

Where is he? Squeaks?

I've gotta find him.

No. Not here.

Where are you?

Vamos, Rosita.

Unless you wanna be

coughing up fur balls, I'd shake a tail.

But I can't find squeaks.

I buried him during the scavenger hunt,

and now he's gone.

Ah. I see.

You wouldn't happen to mean

this handsome squirrel?

Ah, ah, ah?

Forgetting something?

Thanks, dad.

Gross. It smells like pee.

I smell Uncle Pedro?

Aha.

You see, mis hijos, long before humans

communicated with each other

through small

electronic devices,

dogs had a simpler, more effective

means of communication, pee-maii.

Pee-maii?

- What?

Let's see.

Single male pit bull, six,

seeks a wet nose with a warm heart.

If you like peanut-butter coladas

and off-leash walks in the rain...

- Bro, are you on stray date?

- Pee-harmony.

Pups, this message

was from Uncle Pedro.

Now, what did we learn today?

- Uh... Uncle Pedro needs a girlfriend?

- This is just embarrassing.

Do I smell churros for breakfast?

Mmm-hmm. I wanted

to try a new recipe. Don't get used to it.

They look amazing. Thank you.

You know, Rache,

now that you finished school,

I don't feel right

relying on aunt Viv so much.

And that probably means

getting our own place.

I just want it to be the right place.

Check this out.

Whoa! "The Langham

huntington Pasadena seeks candidates

"for the following positions,

landscape designer. "

- Sam, you'd be perfect!

- Keep scrolling.

Oh, um...

"Experienced sous-chef... "

Experienced sous-chef?

At the royce? No way.

Keep reading. That's not the best part.

Okay, we get to live at the hotel?

We'd get to live at the hotel!

My gosh, honey. It'd be perfect.

Now, there's just one little thing.

- What?

- Well, we gotta land the jobs first.

Minor detail.

Hmm.

Huh?

- It's Latin.

- I'm Latin.

It means "life, love, pedigree. "

This place is a dream.

I hope Rachel and Sam do well.

Our pups would love it here.

They have the poshest

doggy day school in the city.

Whoa. Hold up!

"Doggy day schooi"?

I know you love teaching the pups,

but, I mean,

the pups always seem to get straight a's.

Do you grade on a curve?

Baby, I grade on the curb!

I teach 'em street school.

I know you're a great teacher.

It's just you know

how I feel about homeschooling.

Homeschooling?

You know what happens when you send

pups off to those day schools?

Pup pressure and ticks and...

And tail piercings!

That's actually

a common misconception.

Welcome to the Langham,

where we're all bark and no bite.

And that's okay.

I run our award-winning certified

canine academy with Jenny over here.

The name's Oscar. What's yours?

Hi. I'm Chloe and this is Papi.

No way! Chloe winthrop ashe?

Cortez.

Aww!

What a wittle cutie-wutie! Hi!

Who are you calling wittle, lady?

Oscar, let's go set up

the welcome bowls.

Gotta make sure our pups fuel up

for a full day of learning

and fun, fun, fun!

- Jenny!

- Oh! Miss Brickhouse.

So what do you teach

at this school anyway?

You cover hydrant awareness?

Doorbell barking?

Do you even teach basic bone burial?

Don't worry about it, little dude.

I got it all covered. High four, bro.

I'm not your bro, dude.

No problemo.

"Thank you for your interest in

the Langham huntington Pasadena.

"Please don't call, text or email us.

"We'll call, text or email you. "

Well, thank you for your time.

Papi, Chloe, come on. Let's go.

Excuse me. That's your dog?

I'm sorry. The lady on the phone said

it was okay if we brought them.

Please, don't apologize.

You see, we've had

a little trouble with business

ever since the montague

opened up down the street.

Montague. Remember, Rache, that was

the place I was telling you about,

with the incredible gardens that were...

How unsightly they are. Total eyesore.

- Right.

We're in the midst of making

the Langham the luxury dog destination,

but we need a dog to be

the face of our hotel.

Hello!

A dog who will attract those

well-heeled jetsetters

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