Marmaduke Page #4

My name's Marmaduke.

Yikes!

Immediately moving on.

Meet the gang.

The egghead, here,

is Raisin.

Marmaduke.

A unique synthesis

of "marma",

the scientific name for

the jumping spider family...

Oh! Oh!

I hate spiders.

...and the Duke

of Marlborough,

the 17th-century

English statesman.

And the ultra-confident Chinese

Crested over here is Giuseppe.

Before you ask, yes, I'm a real

dog. No, I'm not a chew toy.

And I just get a little nervous

sometimes because we live in California.

This is the land

of the puma!

There are no pumas

in Southern California.

Pumas!

They come out of nowhere.

I'm Mazie, by the way.

Good to meet you guys.

Hey, you come here a lot?

It's the dog park, man. It's

like high school for dogs,

which means there's a

few packs to know about.

First,

you got your jocks.

Nice catch, Brad.

The only muscle they

don't use is their brain.

O- M-G, Brad is H-O-T!

They mostly date Afghans.

Who actually have no brain.

Oh! Frisbee!

Then you got

your drama geeks.

We're innocent.

Don't shoot!

Bang, bang.

And over here,

your mushroom heads.

Somebody stop this thing,

man. I got to get off, bro!

Then there's your out-and-out

juvenile delinquents.

Come on! Let's go, go!

Word to the wise,

avoid the water bowls here.

Oh, come on! Again?

So far, I'm not seeing

anyone I'd really fit in with.

Well, if you think you got the

game, you could roll with our crew.

Oh, yeah?

Who's your crew?

Mutts!

Mutts!

Weird!

Who are those guys?

The pedigrees,

a.k.a. trouble.

They're

rich, and they're spoiled

and they act like their fleas

don't bite. It's ridiculous!

The little land shrimps

are Thunder and Lightning.

Dog Vader over there

is the man himself, Bosco.

Alpha male

who runs the park.

He's the toughest

dog around.

Him? He

doesn't look that tough.

His girlfriend over there

is Miss Perfect, Jezebel.

And he's super-jealous,

so stay away from her

or he'll turn you into...

Dog food.

Hello, losers.

Speak of the devil.

So, I see you got

a new mutt friend.

Okay, that's wet.

Shut up, Thunder.

What's his name?

Uh... Marmaduke. Mama-what?

Well, well. My little fireplug said

you were salivating on my girlfriend.

No, no. I remember, somebody

walked by eating beef jerky.

Let me explain something.

This is my park,

and these are my rules.

You look at my girlfriend

again, and you're dead.

You come near her,

you're dead.

You talk to her,

and you're...

Dead.

We're dead.

Yeah, we're dead!

He ain't nothing, watch.

Come on, you

wanna go? You wanna go?

No! No! No, no, no.

Didn't think so.

Welcome to the O.C., mutt.

Yeah,

stand clear, Horsie.

See you at the

party tonight, not!

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