Phoebe in Wonderland Page #3

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a day away #

- Hey, you!

- Every dog for himself.

- I said, hey you!

- Yes, sir?

Not you. The you with four legs.

Freeze!

- What's the problem, sir?

- This mutt keeps giving

the dog catcher the slip.

- I can finally turn him in.

- Oh, you don't have to

turn him in, Officer.

- See, he's my dog.

- Really?

Well, how come I seen him

around and not you?

Me?

Well, I don't get out much.

Well, uh,

what's your dog's name?

Name?

Oh, that's easy.

I call him...

Sandy!

That's right.

Sandy, 'cause his fur's

a nice, sandy color.

Sandy, huh?

Well, why don't you call him?

- Call him?

- Yeah,

By his name...

Sandy.

Gee, I would. Only sometimes

Sandy forgets his name is Sandy.

- Right, Sandy?

- Just call your dog.

Sandy!

Here, Sandy!

Come on, boy!

Thattaboy.

Good Sandy.

All right, then.

Next time I see you, Sandy better

have a leash and license.

- Otherwise he goes to the pound

for an eternal sleep.

- Yes, sir.

Now get home before you catch

pneumonia in this cold.

Oh, it doesn't bother me.

#When I'm stuck with a day

that's grey and lonely #

# I just stick out my chin

and grin #

#And say #

# Oh #

#The sun'll come out

tomorrow #

# So you gotta hang on

till tomorrow #

# Come what may #

#Tomorrow, tomorrow #

# I love ya, tomorrow #

#You're always a day away #

#Tomorrow, tomorrow #

# I love ya, tomorrow #

#You're always #

#A day #

#Away ##

- There's always a couple in there.

- I'll check it.

Hey, anybody in here?

We're not here, okay?

Hey, down there!

You know the law... no loitering.

We ain't loiterin', Officer.

We're holdin' a meetin'.

Yeah,

for the Millionaires' Club.

[All Laughing,

Laughing Stops]

Yeah, well, I suggest you move it

to your Park Avenue address,

or else I'll have you arrested

for trespassing.

Let's be good citizens and move along.

Let's go. Come on, everybody, let's go.

Move! Let's go!

Let's go. You too.

- Come on. Come on.

- Come on. Let's go.

You!

Where's the leash and license?

- Run for it, Sandy!

- [Barking]

Hey, Flatfoot,

bet you can't catch me!

You take the mutt.

I'll take the kid.

Hey, you, short stuff!

Hold up!

[Panting]

[Continues Panting]

Wait a minute!

Get back here!

[Continues Panting]

I was worried sick,

Officer!

Oh, you poor little thing. I hope

you didn't catch a cold out there.

- I don't know whatever

I'd do without ya.

- Scrub the floors yourself?

Of all my little girls, Annie here is my

favorite. Thanks for bringing her back.

Well, seein' as she means that much to

you, ma'am, I guess I don't mind...

that I spent the whole night

chasing after her.

Well, if there's anything

I can do to repay you, Officer.

- Well, actually, there is.

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