Beverly Hills Chihuahua Page #4

- Mister...

- They call me El Diablo.

It's certainly nice to meet you.

Clearly I'm in the wrong place.

So perhaps we could

speak to the concierge or someone.

Stop talking!

You know, I've got a dentist who could

do something about that yellowing.

- What?

- I get the idea that teeth...

- are important in your line of work.

- You don't like my smile?

Watch it! Say it, don't spray it!

- What am I going to do?

- Sounds like he's closing in.

Dog that size?

Won't be much left of her.

Gringa, gringa.

She's adis. She's bye-bye.

Poor little hairless.

OK, that's it.

Delgado? What are you doing?

Huh?

- What's going on?

- Where are you going?

- How do you do that?

- Bro, give me the combination!

- Yeah, save us!

- Save us, Delgado!

- Don't leave us!

- Come back!

This is highly inappropriate.

Hey, hey, hey! That's cashmere!

Ow!

- Vmonos!

- Hasta la bye-bye!

Let go before it... rips.

I know it's rude to leave early,

but I really must be going now.

The show's over for you, chica.

You know, "dog eat dog" is

just an expression!

- Not this time, Diablo!

- Delgado!

- Move it!

- OK.

You'll pay for this, Delgado!

I'll find you!

Wait, wait!

Slow down, you guys! Slow down!

- What's wrong?

- I told you, it wasn't my fault!

Where'd the dogs go? Go, go!

I want that Chihuahua!

- English, please!

- Move it! Let's go!

- This way! This way!

- OK.

- My bootie!

- Your what?

- My bootie!

- Forget it!

- Forget it?

- Forget it!

- The Chihuahua!

- That's Italian leather, mister!

Look out!

Go! Go!

One at a time!

Hey! Wait a minute!

You won't fit!

I got it!

Oh, no. I lost another bootie.

I am sure I locked those cages, sir.

I want that Chihuahua!

Why?

She's worth something.

Judging by the diamonds

around her neck, it's a lot.

Look out.

What is all of this?

The Day of the Dead.

This is so beautiful.

It's what humans do

to honor their ancestors.

It keeps them... alive in their hearts.

Helps them remember who they are,

where they came from.

Wow!

- You're my dog!

- Delgado, gracias, bro.

- I'm out of here!

- I'll see ya, kid.

Wait! Wait... Delgado!

"See ya?" That's it?

Number one rule of the streets,

princesa. Every dog for himself.

Now, get lost.

My name is not "Princesa." It's Chloe.

And I am lost. And I want to be found.

Look, princesa...

I mean... look, kid.

I got my own problems.

I can't go back to the fights.

I got to get out of town.

- How does Beverly Hills sound?

- Too far.

Come on! If you could

figure out a way back,

you could live with us on our estate.

If you haven't noticed,

I'm a little large for a lapdog.

But you're the perfect size

for a guard dog.

Our old one... Papi, he... ran off.

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