Cats & Dogs Page #4

I'm going to talk to him.

Time for bed. Turn off the TV.

-Five minutes.|-Seven.

-Love you.|-I love you too.

Well? Hand it over.

What?! No gravy?

Next time remember the gravy.

Going someplace?

Now, let's see.

Ooh, yeah. 1409 Maple Terrace.

I got him.

Total covert operation.|Got to be like a Stealth.

Hey, Sam.

On my mark. Three, two, one.

Banzai!

Lou, it's Peek.

Lou. Are you there? It's Peek.

What? What? Where?

I'm picking up a faint signal.

Maybe it's a glitch.|You better check it out.

Okay. I'll go look.

Be careful, kid.

I'm an agent.

I'm a secret agent.

I'm a one-dog army.

Turn over.

Bug activated.

Peek? Hello? Peek?

Seems clear.

Probably just a squirrel.|I'll let Butch know.

-Butch, what do I do?|-Bite them.

What?

Just do as I say.

Left! Right paw! Again!

Roll over!

That's a good doggy. Paws up!

Donkey kick!

Come on, kid, give them the haymaker!

I changed my mind.|Call me the Claw of Ling Chow!

Ling Chow this!

Clean up on aisle 7.

Humans! Retreat with honor.

I have a bat.

I have a mitt,|and I'm not afraid to use it.

Bad dog.

You're lucky you're so cute.

-Doom Machine.|-Hey, guys.

-You're still alive.|-Yep. All five limbs.

You owe me five smoked pig ears.

You're still standing.|You all right?

Did you see me?|Right, left and right and left--

You got cocky.|You think this is a game?

This isn't about code names,|little boys, or friends.

It's about guarding that lab.|Nothing else.

Sam, Peek, seal that chimney.

Cats.

Don't they ever quit?

The Brodys have the best garbage.

-Go on. Take a bite.|-Oh, my.

This is what they get to eat?|What a gyp.

I'm glad you liked it.

-I thought I was a stray too long.|-Stray? Cool.

I've never met a stray.

Actually, I prefer|"domestically challenged."

Miss Challenged, sorry,|but you gotta leave.

-My orders are clear. I can't-| -Orders?

Yep. I'm a secret agent.

An agent?

You're small for an agent.|Shouldn't you be having fun?

I don't have time.

Tough guy.

Stop with the agent stuff. Okay?

You have your own kid to play with.|Don't take it for granted.

Where you going?|Could you do that again?

Next time the boy talks to you,|tilt your head and perk your ears.

You'll see what I'm talking about.

And do me a favor.|Tell Butch Ivy's back in town.

What're you looking at?

I guess you're kind of cute.

Look who it is. I got you.

Last night your mother and I|had a conversation. . .

. . .that made me think that maybe. . .

. . .you and I should talk. . .

. . .about you and me|and my big project.

You want to sit down?

Oh, yeah. Sure, sure.

Your mom made me think that. . . .

Well, I'm coming to your|soccer tryout this afternoon.

No, you don't have to.

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