Cats & Dogs

-Morning, Mr. Clark.|-Morning, Hunter.

-Hi, Carolyn. Hey, Scotty.|-Morning.

Scotty, can you get the front door?|And don't drop those eggs.

-Your father needs them for experiments.|-Okay, Mom.

Calm down, Buddy. It's just me.

Buddy, we're home.

Calm down, Buddy. It's just me.

Buddy!

Oh, Buddy.

Buddy!

Buddy!!

My beautiful pie.

Bad dog!

Get out, get out, get out!|Out, you animal!

Control here.

We've got a serious problem.

My God. Get the best|doggone agent you can in there. Go!

Gentlemen, a few moments ago|I received word of the gravest nature.

The key agent working the Brody case|has been catnapped.

Although he is safe, we must|replace him as soon as possible.

It appears that once again we find|ourselves threatened...

...by the great cat menace.

We suspect that a rogue feline|is involved in a conspiracy...

... to destroy all we dogs|have worked so hard to achieve.

Therefore, in accordance|with Plan Delta...

... we have assembled|an elite team of agents...

... trained to replace|our catnapped comrade.

At this moment, replacements|are flying in from London.

One will take his place|as the Brodys' pet...

...and guard their home|from cat invasion.

I need not remind you that|the future of man and dog alike...

...depends on the success|of this mission.

Failure is not an option.

The stakes are high.|We have everything to lose.

One hundred million dogs|have placed their destiny...

...squarely in our paws.

-I'll bite your ear.|-Get off me!

-That's my eye you're poking.|-Coming through!

Pardon me. Step aside. Coming through.

Out of the way. Clear the area.

-Not again.|-What is it this time?

I don't think this is a good idea.

I can't believe this guy.

When I pull this rope. . .

What is he doing?

. . .the sack will fall on the pitchfork|and send me out the window. . .

. . .and on the way to freedom,|so step back.

-What is it with you?|-Me? What's with you?

I want adventure. Not wait for someone|to take me to some boring house.

What's wrong with|a family that loves you?

Free food, a warm place to sleep.

And you could go to the bathroom|wherever you want.

Don't you want to do|something exciting?

Like be a police dog!|No?

Or a Russian space dog!|Or sample the great bones of Europe!

Come on, guys.

Oh, forget it.|See you puppies later.

Oh, boy, I can't watch.

This ought to be good.

World, here I come!

Look, he's flying.

No, he's not.

Back from your adventure so soon,|Scooby-Doofus?

Where am I?

What's that?

-Somebody go look.|-You go.

All right! Into the hole!

Let's go! Top-secret operation!|Into the hole!

Double-time!|Into the hole!

I've seen better hustle|on a dashboard Chihuahua. Wag it!

Howdy. Over here!

Down, Clucky!|That's one angry chicken.

Front and center, agents!

Hup, hup, hup!|Go! Let's go, ladies!

Straight line! Ears up! Move it!

Don't make me muzzle you!|Want a chew toy?

-You wanted excitement?|-Sir, yes, sir!

-You wanted adventure?|-Sir, yes, sir!

If you're chosen by the Brody woman. . .

. . .you will be briefed on arrival.|Are you ready?

Sir, yes, sir!

Good luck, men.

These are the cutest beagles|you've ever seen.

Over here.

For God's sake,|don't forget to wag those tails!

They sounded perfect|from what you said.

They're so cute.

They've really changed in size. . .

. . .and color.

And breed.

He is adorable.

Hello!

And you're going to come home with me.|Yes, you are.

Not good!

Honey? I'll be right there.

Hi, sweetheart.

I have a surprise for you.

A new puppy!

But, Mom, Buddy may still come back.

I'm sorry, hon.|I know that it's been a month.

But remember how happy we were|when we found Buddy?

I bet he's making a new family|just as happy right now.

Look at him.

And your father does need him for work.

You could play catch, you could|play Frisbee and hide-and-go-seek.

Yes. Perfect.

Let me see.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Let me see.

Dander.

Standard composition.

Retinal response. . . .

Normal. Proboscis viscosity. . . .

Not too acid, not too alkaline.|All right, immune response.

That's excellent!

That's good! Now. . .

. . .a little protein synthesis and|an electrostatic. . . .

So. . . .

I know. Why don't you name him?

Okay. How about "Loser"?

It's a dog, Mom.

You're not a loser, are you?

Wait.|Lou.

We'll call you Lou.

No playing in the good living room.

That carpet is Uzbekistani.|Ten thousand thread count.

What?

Loser.

Cat person.

Okay, here's the plan:

Get off this patio,|get back to the barn. . .

. . .get a better pitchfork.

Cool.

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

I like your spirit,|but do me a favor and stand back.

That's my biscuit.

That would've been|the shortest assignment in history.

Where you going?

I guess HQ ain't training|the way they used to.

-Who exactly are you?|-Name's Butch.

What stupid name did the bipeds|saddle you with? Spot? Fifi? Rover?

-Lou.|-God forbid.

Oh, Lou. Sorry.

Is that boy always so grumpy?|Maybe they should switch his food.

Humans can get a little emotional.|You'll get used to it. Come on.

Where's that coming from?

Cool.

What? It's standard equipment.

EC-three vid-phone, research archive|database, cipher charts, Snausages.

-Hey, what's this?|-Heel!

That's the big button.|You don't just press the big button.

-Jeez.|-Sorry.

Just try to remember your training.

Let's get started. Here's the skinny:

Your new master's a scientist.

He's been working|on a cure for dog allergies.

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