The Karate Dog Page #3

Hey, you get the idea.

No, I don't.

This is insane.

You're speaking human.

Actually,

our original decision

to befriend man

was more impressive to me.

Why?

Because man has been

a questionable friend.

Then why to me,

doggy?

The name is Cho Cho.

Then walk to me, Cho Cho?

Because you were the only one

there looking for the truth.

Look, someone killed

my best friend, Fowler.

Help me find out who.

Please.

Please help me.

Guess I can sleep on it.

But one thing.

(Cho Cho)

What?

No walking on your hind legs.

That creeps me out, man.

Okay, deal.

Show me some love.

Don't do that either.

Come on.

Shaking hands

is one of those

stupid doggy tricks

humans live for.

Hey, I'm just kidding.

I'm just kidding.

Feel if I don't laugh

I'm gonna cry.

Know how you feel.

[snoring]

Found this old blanket

so you can sleep...

on the floor.

[snoring]

[trolley dinging]

Uh, maybe it was just a dream.

Yeah.

[toilet flushing]

Don't light a match in here

for another hour.

I'm almost done;

you want to go next?

You're doing it again.

Doing what?

(Peter)

What? It!

It.

Walking, brushing your doggy

teeth with my toothbrush.

Ecch!

Hey.

(Cho Cho)

Uh, your morning paper's

on the table.

[sarcastically]

I fetched it.

Take off my underpants.

Ooh, Mr. Grouch.

Come on, partner.

Let's round up some perps.

There's no way I'm taking you

to the station with me, okay?

Okay, fine.

I'll just stay here

and pee on your rug.

You don't think slobber

will hurt this computer stuff,

do you?

Do the neighbors like

a lot of loud barking?

Upholstery with fava beans...

Fine.

Come on.

This is blackmail.

(Cho Cho)

Hold on.

Ooh, the old San Francisco Bay.

(man)

I see forever now...

(Cho Cho)

What a day,

what a day, what a day.

Oh, baby, baby, baby,

make me want to sing to you.

I'm in the mood

to drive across the bridge.

Hey, can I drive?

Oh, baby,

baby, baby.

Oh, what a day.

It's beautiful.

Beautiful.

(man)

I've got the world

on my side.

I want to sing,

and I want to dance!

Why the long face?

(Peter)

Cho Cho, it's just

not gonna happen.

(Cho Cho)

But you gave me your word.

(Peter)

Just sit back and relax, okay?

Watch the car.

Fine.

If you want to leave me alone

in a beautiful, primo '69 Cougar

with a sports package.

Whoa, hold the phone.

You don't still think you're

coming inside with me, do you?

But you're the computer nerd;

I'm the people person.

But you're

not even people.

I really think we should

talk about this, Fowler.

Talk about it?

Yeah, all right,

we could talk about it.

As a matter of fact, talking in

the right place could be good.

[quietly]

I like my job, Cho Cho.

Don't embarrass me.

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