Beverly Hills Chihuahua Page #3

Dogfights. They're criminals.

Always on the move.

How do I find them?

I have heard rumors.

Mexico City?

Then there's nothing more you can do.

You've done everything you can.

Why don't you go

put your suit on and join us?

I'm going to keep looking for Chloe.

And if I can't find her,

I'm going to Mexico City.

Rache...

Chloe!

Where am I?

You're in the dogfights.

Dogfights? What?

This is outrageous.

I was born to shop, not fight.

Unless it's at a sales rack.

- Quit whining, princesa.

- Chloe Winthrop Ashe does not whine.

A delusional Chihuahua.

You won't get any sympathy from Delgado,

seorita. He's a gladiator.

A gladiator?

You know. A fighter.

Delgado is the best of the best.

Don't listen to Rafa, chica.

El Diablo's the meanest dog in the fights.

Word is they fought once before,

and Delgado did not come out on top.

What's he saying?

Ay, bendito, he always

prays before a fight.

Don't you speak any Spanish,

chica?

The name's Chloe, not chica.

And why would I speak Spanish?

- Hello! You're a Chihuahua, mi hija!

- So?

I'm from Beverly Hills. You know, 90210,

the shopping capital of the world?

She's a gringa from California.

That's right. The only reason

I'm here is because I was stolen.

- You think I volunteered for this?

- But I'm an heiress.

- A hairless?

- No, an heiress.

- I have a trust fund.

- Look.

If you're worth something,

they'll ransom you.

And if they ransom you,

they won't fight you.

- Guess you have nothing to worry about.

- Well, that's a relief.

I am so glad you feel better.

Now can we get a little quiet?

I can't wait until Viv finds out

what Rachel's done.

# Mi corazn,

I think of you day and night #

Hold your tacos.

These scents are old.

Papi? Time to go home!

Where is she? Where is my Chloe?

Whoa!

What's going on?

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

- Hi. Hola.

- Hi.

I'm Rachel's friend, and...

you're the gardener, right?

- I'm Sam.

- Your garden is muy bonita.

And when I get a casa,

I'm so calling you to be my gardener...

- because it's...

- Thank you very much.

- Where's Rachel?

- Forget her, dude. Where's Chloe?

And what are you hiding there?

Chloe's lost in Mexico.

Rachel stayed to find her.

The love of my life

is out there in trouble?

She wants me to e-mail

this to her in Mexico City.

So...

Seoras y seores!

You know him, you love him.

El campen, El Diablo!

Oh. It's about time someone's

upgrading my accommodations.

And now, the challenger.

Weighing in at a whopping six pounds.

I give you Chi-Chihuahua!

Hey!

Thank you.

Thank you. You're too kind, really.

This is so much nicer

than that stinky corral.

Oh! I'm sorry.

I thought I was alone.

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