Look Who's Talking Now Page #3

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Is that kibble on your hat?

I like you.

- Mommy, I want this one.

- All right.

Got any treats? I'm into treats.

It's just me, huh?

So nobody wants me?

What's wrong with me?

Okay, I drool more

than some of the other guys.

And I whine a little bit, sure.

Who doesn't?

You smell good. Like cookies.

And dirt. Can I go with you?

I like you. Please?

Mikey?

- Kid, take me.

- Michael, get over here.

Please? I'll eat shoelaces

and vegetables.

I'll even eat dog food.

Kid! Don't go away!

Where are you going?

Where did you go?

Bad smell.

You don't look like dog people.

You look like snake people.

Not the neck! I hate that.

He's kind of scrawny.

I've coughed hairballs

better-looking than you.

Take him, don't take him.

- Make up your mind.

- I'll take him.

Don't let happen to him

what happened to the gerbils.

Why don't I have a good feeling

about this?

So here they are.

My new masters.

Not!

Swallowed a bug!

Tuck and roll. Tuck and roll.

Big room. Wonder where the walls are.

Who needs masters?

I can take care of myself.

What kind of dog was that?

Maybe I do need a master.

How would you like to adopt

a cute little pup?

Same to you, pal.

He was too skinny.

Probably didn't have any good treats.

Now if I was food, where would I be?

In my stomach, because I would have

eaten me already.

Fatter people. This is good.

There's gotta be treats

around fat people.

Doggie dish at 12:00.

I'm coming in.

What's this, metal food?

Hey there, little fella.

- You hungry?

- Are you kidding? I just ate a nickel.

What a guy. What do you got?

Food? You going for food?

Let me see what's in there.

Get your hand away. I'll do it.

I got it.

I would like a Ferrari Testa Rossa...

...Alien Autopsy, a Super-Squirt

Phlegm Gun with laser sight...

...a helicopter...

...a space suit...

That goob's been up there

for an hour. Get him off.

I told you, Santa doesn't want you

to be a naughty girl.

Who are you, his mother?

No, I'm a Vulcan.

- How would you like a death grip?

- Yeah, right.

- A million dollars, a toy store...

- Mom!

- Mommy!

See? I told you Mommy had a big,

important job with Santa.

- Hey, no cuts!

- A spot. Tricked you.

Hello there, everyone!

Merry Christmas, everyone!

- You look hot.

- Yeah.

- How's it going?

- It's going bad. I hate children.

I used to love them. Now I hate them.

This music is driving me nuts.

I want to hurt Bing Crosby.

Something will come for you.

- 40 interviews and no one's hired me.

- Then it can only get better.

- Maybe next year I can be a reindeer.

- Look at the perks.

Hey, guys.

What are you standing there for?

Mom's personal best friend, Santa...

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