The Stray Page #4

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There's trees!

Yahoo!

Go in.

- [barking]

- No, it's okay, boy. You go ahead.

[gasping]

[grumbles]

[whistles]

Oh. Pluto, come here.

Pluto.

Hi. I'm Mitch Davis. I just

moved in around the corner.

I know.

Name's Rod.

And, uh, I just wanted

to let you know,

I catch your dog

in with my sheep,

and I'll shoot him dead.

And then I'll feed him

to my cats.

All right.

That's kinda gross.

Yeah.

All right, Pluto,

come on.

[Pluto barking]

[barking continues]

[kids shouting,

chattering]

[doorbell rings]

- [knocking]

- All right, all right.

I'm coming!

[doorbell ringing]

[knocking]

Hey, buddy,

take it easy on the door!

I got two pizzas

and a root beer for Mitch.

Yeah, that's me.

How much is it?

Uh, $19.

- Here. Keep the change.

- Wow, bro.

You sure

you can afford that?

I'm a starving artist, buddy.

Don't push it.

Real starving.

I just gave you the pizza.

Hey, girls! Pizza's here!

Pizza, everybody!

Hey, Christian!

Pizza's here!

Hey, Son, you get pretty

high up in that tree.

What tree?

How high?

Hey, how'd you like to build

a tree fort with me? Hmm?

It'd be cool. We could give it a

Plexiglas ceiling, move some cots in.

- Maybe use a telescope.

- No.

Christian, I'm sure

you don't mean that.

Yes, I do.

Hey, where you goin'?

- Outside.

- Well...

Take Pluto with ya.

Come on, Pluto.

Rachel, if you're

gonna eat like a dog,

I'm gonna have you eat in

the garage with Pluto.

- [barking]

- Michelle.

- Help me.

- With what?

Our daughters

are eating like dogs.

[barking]

Indeed.

[snickers]

- Good night, Mommy.

- Good night.

[knocking]

Hey, kid.

Hey.

- Good day?

- It was all right.

Yeah?

"All right" 's

not bad.

You know, I think...

that you should build that

tree fort with your pops.

He's lonely.

He doesn't have any friends.

He's driving me nuts.

[chuckles]

Can you just...

Can you do me a favor

and be his friend?

You think just

because Dad's around more,

I'm gonna like him more?

Well, I hope you will.

He's trying.

He really is, Son.

He gave up a lot

for us to come here.

We all did.

Everything he worked for

is back in Los Angeles...

except for us.

Then maybe he should've

worked on us a little harder.

Well, he's trying now.

Can you just

give him a break?

Maybe.

"Maybe"

is good enough for me.

Good night, Christian.

Good night, Mom.

- [Mitch] Oh, yeah.

- [Pluto barking]

- Ah!

- [barking continues]

Take it! Take it!

Hey, Pluto. Hey.

[barks]

Where you going?

Pluto!

What is it?

Hi, hi, hi.

What is it?

Well, what are you doin'?

Where are you going?

- [barks]

- Hey, Pluto.

What are you doin'?

What are you doin'?

What's that?

- Oh, wow.

- [Pluto whining]

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