Rock Dog

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(shockwave)

Glorious, isn't it?

The sheep that settled here

call it Snow Mountain.

The mastiffs protect the villages

in these parts.

It's a duty their kind has honored

for generations.

-(Bodi yips)

-FLEETWOOD:
And this here is Bodi.

He may not look like much right now,

but just you wait.

(music playing)

It's a simple life here.

Make wool. Make music.

(sheep screams)

FLEETWOOD:
And that song they're playing,

it's the only one they know.

To me, it's paradise.

And the city I came from

is a distant memory.

(sheep snoring)

FLEETWOOD:
But even in paradise,

you can't hide from trouble.

Because where there's sheep,

there's these guys.

(sniffing)

(playing tovshuur)

(wolves grunting)

(glass shattering)

(sheep screaming)

(wolves growling)

FLEETWOOD:
The wolves didn't count on

Khampa's secret weapon,

-(growling)

-FLEETWOOD:
Deadly Mastiff Paw.

(shockwave)

Born of a fire that burns

from deep down inside.

(cheering, bleating)

(shockwave)

FLEETWOOD:
Linnux and his gang

were whooped so bad,

we were all sure

they were gone for good.

But Khampa figured otherwise.

- He built an army.

-(inhales deeply)

And he started training Bodi.

When Bodi could stay focused, that is.

(music playing)

Well, that was the end of music

in the village.

Khampa said that it was a distraction.

- That we had to be vigilant.

-(sheep sobbing)

(lock clicks)

Well, things around here

got a whole lot quieter.

(plucking tovshuur string)

Until one day...

(grunts softly)

It's too bad they have to be

locked up like that.

That's for sure.

- Aren't you supposed to be somewhere?

-BODI:
Am I?

Oh! Oh, yeah, right!

See you later, Fleetwood!

(chuckles)

You and me will check in later, huh?

(sheep murmuring indistinctly)

- Morning, guys!

-(sheep grunts)

(indistinct chatter)

- Hey, Floyd!

- Hey. Morning, Bodi. (humming)

Hey.

(laughing)

(strums)

(sheep exclaiming)

(indistinct chatter)

- Hi! (screams)

- (gasps)

(screaming)

(screaming continues)

-KHAMPA:
Fall in!

-(sheep group grunting)

Follow the mastiff in front of you!

- Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

-SHEEP:
Sorry.

-(sheep group grunting)

- You're late. Again.

Sorry, Dad.

(bell dings)

(springy metallic clanging)

-(huffs)

-(both gasping)

BODI:
Hold still, hold still, okay.

Come back here. Just a second.

There you go.

(sheep grunting)

(crowd cheering)

BODI:
All right. Hey, hey.

All right, all right, break it up.

(crowd groaning)

Quit horsing around, guys.

(gargling)

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.

Whoa, whoa, where's Carl?

Hey.

-(sheep bleating)

- Come on! Double time it!

Let's go! Let's go! Move it, move it!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Just on backwards.

Come here. Adjust. There we go.

(springy metallic clanging)

Ten hut!

(metal clangs)

(metal clanging)

Keep your eyes peeled, troops.

They could be anywhere.

-SHEEP SENTRY 1:
I can't see a thing.

- Your eyes open?

-SHEEP SENTRY 1:
Oh, yeah, there we go.

-(groans)

SHEEP SENTRY 2:
Why are we dressing up

like dogs, Khampa?

Really?

If the enemy thinks there's an army here,

they won't invade.

- We've been over this! Come on!

-SHEEP SENTRY 3:
Oh, that's right!

-(sheep agreeing)

- I swear, they're like a bunch of animals

that can't think for themselves.

Yeah, yeah.

Well, I'm just gonna go ahead and...

Whoa, whoa, where you going?

- You finish your chores?

- Yeah.

- Shelves are restocked?

- Front to back.

- Shower drain dewooled?

- Did it yesterday.

- Towels dried?

- Soft and fluffy.

- New heads painted?

- Double-coated.

- What about the time cards?

- Sorted.

Now, I-- I don't think

I told you about this,

but the punch clock

has been making this--

Squeaking noise?

Oiled it two days ago, sir.

I mean, Dad.

Okay, well, I'll, uh, I'll see you.

(Bodi whistling)

KHAMPA:
How about your

Deadly Mastiff Paw?

(Bodi groans)

Get the dummy.

KHAMPA:
Okay.

- Wolf's coming.

- Yeah.

He sees you.

- Oh, boy. Oh.

- Here he comes.

- He's coming at you.

- Okay.

- He's almost on top of you.

- Whoo!

He's in your face!

(shockwave)

Fail! You took too long,

everyone's dead.

- Dad, can I just...

- Bodi, Bodi, Bodi.

You gotta find the fire inside.

- Find that passion.

- Yeah.

Okay? Hate the wolf.

- Hate wolves. Hate 'em.

- There you go.

- Can't stand 'em.

- Nice.

- Wanna just kick 'em!

- Use that!

(breathing deeply)

(wimpy Zing)

Yes! Did you see that? Fist pump!

Double fist pump!

- I hit the wolf!

-SHEEP SENTRY:
Wolf? Wolf!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Calm down guys! False alarm!

(sheep sentries clamoring)

BODI:
Sorry about that, Dad.

Come on! Inside!

You're gonna blow our cover!

SHEEP SENTRY 1:
So, there's no wolf.

SHEEP SENTRY 2:
I guess not.

(door shuts)

(grunts)

Mastiff Paw!

Oh, come on.

Hopeless.

(birds twittering)

(gasps)

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Shoo!

- Go!

-(birds twittering)

No, come back!

Hey! Stop! Please!

(panting)

(aircraft whirring)

(birds twittering)

(inhales deeply)

(objects clattering)

Hey! Hey!

You dropped something! Hey!

You... you dropped... something.

(radio static)

(radio tuning)

(bluegrass music playing)

(radio tuning)

(mariachi music playing)

(radio tuning)

(opera music playing)

(radio tuning)

(rock music playing)

Oooh

Yeah yeah

(vocalizing)

Hey you I see you standing there

You gotta stomp out the blues

C-can you feel it

We got the powers

From your ears to your shoes

Ma-ma-ma-magic

It is afire

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