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: Oh, man. Now I've done it. They're gonna lose the farm because of me. Cadpig
: Now, now. No pitty-parties, Lucky. It's not all your fault. Tell him, guys! Rolly
: No, I think he's right. Spot
: Yeah, it's pretty much all his fault.
: There's gotta be some way to prove she's faking. Rolly
: You sure she's still faking? I've seen healthier looking roadkill. Lucky
: Ah, don't let her fool you. She's a picture of health.
: True, it's not like the good old days. Back then, you can drop a piano on them, or chase them under a steamroller, or paint a tunnel on a wall, and they'd slam right into it. I hate cats! Of course, now it's a code war, so we can't get away with that anymore. Rolly
: This guy's one donut short of a dozen.
: Relax and enjoy, cadets. There's plenty more where that came from. Rolly
: Man, if I'd known there was kibble involved, I would have fought those sheep single-pawed. Lucky
: Where's Pug? Isn't he joining us? Colonel
: Yes, well I... put Pug in charge of a very important emergency. Sgt. Tibbs
: A Code K emergency. Lt. Pug
: Kittens... I hate babysittin' kittens.
: Oh, man, now I've done it! They're going to lose the farm because of me. Cadpig
: Now, now, no pity-parties, Lucky. It's not all your fault. Tell him, guys. Rolly
: No, I think he's right. Spot
: Yeah, it's pretty much his all fault.
: There's gotta be some way to prove she's faking. Rolly
: You sure she's still faking? I've seen healthier looking road kill. Lucky
: Don't let her fool you. She's a picture of health!
: True, it's not like the good old days. Back then, you can drop a piano on them, or flatten them with a steamroller, or paint a tunnel on a wall, and they'd slam right into it. I hate cats. Of course, now it's a code war, so we can't get away with that any more. Rolly
: This guy's one doughnut short of a dozen.
: Hey, did you hear something? Rolly
: Oh, that was my stomach.
: What do you know? False alarm. Lucky
: Let's look around.
[they look around for a while
: That was fun. Anyone for gelato? Lucky
: [stops Rolly in his tracks
] Something's fishy. Rolly
: You always gotta go looking for trouble, don't you? Can't you just accept it as a false alarm? Here. I'll prove it to you. See? No sheep in trouble! Cadpig
: Gosh, Rolly, I guess you were right.
[a stampede of sheep runs over them
: Did anyone get the license plate of those sheep?
: Gum? Rolly
: Check. Lucky
: String? Cadpig
: Check. Lucky
: Chicken? Spot
: I hate my life.
: Well now, you pups is very, very lucky. 'Cause I just happen to have the last remaining copy of the official code book.
[Swamp Rat pulls out the "offishul cod book" only to have the fake cover fall off and reveal an "Eratica" magazine underneath
] Swamp Rat
: Oh. Lucky
: Who put the bird bath in the driveway? Cadpig
: I love bird baths. I love birds. They make me happy.
[Lucky suddenly runs in and butts Cadpig off the screen
: WATCH IT, BIRD BRAIN!
: Let's do it for Roger! Cadpig
: Let's do it for Roger! Rolly
: Let's do it before dinner!
: That's where we come in, Rolly! We've got to conquer all our counter-productive, gut-stripping fears and do what any best friend would do: go in there and face Cruella with him! Rolly
: ...or we could just leave. Cadpig
: Sure. We can do that.
: Look on the bright side, Rolly. If these keeps up much longer, it'll be dinner time. Rolly
: But I need food now! Spot
: Relax, you guys. Just look back... Lucky
: Only quitters look back! We gotta look forward! Am I right? Cadpig
: You know what I've learned, Spot? Spot
: Yep, you've learned... Lucky
: To listen. I mean, think of how much easier this would have been if we would have listened to you in the first place. Spot
: You've definately learned something. Cadpig
: Oh, Spot, the next time you have something to say, please don't let us ever ever ever interupt, k? Spot
: Actually, I do have something to say... Rolly
: Spot, please! Can't you see we're trying to eat here?
: This is scary. Lucky
: I know. No TV.
: Wait! I have to tell you two things! Number 1, Nanny left some extra kibble for you guys back at the shed! Lucky
: What's number 2? Spot
: Look out for the sewer pipe!
: Don't miss lunch because of me! Save yourselves! Cadpig
: Thanks, Rolly! Lucky
: We can't just leave and let him starve! Cadpig
: We can do anything if we try.
: What took you guys so long? Cadpig
: [trying to get Rolly unstuck from the fence
] We were too busy not getting stuck!
[Rolly gets pulled free and crushes Cadpig
: [very weakly
: That's where we come in, Rolly. We've got to counter all our counterproductive gut-stripping fears, and do what any best friend would do - go in there, and face Cruella with him! Rolly
: ...or, we could just leave. Cadpig
: Sure. We can do that.
: Look on the bright side, Rolly. If this takes much longer, it'll be dinner time. Rolly
: But I need food now! Spot
: Relax, you guys. Just look back... Lucky
: Only quitters look back! We've gotta look forward! Am I right? Cadpig
: Are you just going to keep giving us stuff to do until we give up? Cadpig
: What Lucky means is, he believes you have a subconscious fear of losing. Rolly
: In other words, he's calling you a yellow-bellied, lily-livered chicken! Spot
: Not that that's a bad thing...
: I'm hot. Rolly
: I'm hungry. Cadpig
: Let's all think ice cream.
[a fast moving tub of ice cream runs by picking them up
: Everybody stop thinking!
: Why can't you run for mayor? You're charismatic, you talk a lot, you're bossy, you're always telling people what to do... Lucky
: Okay, okay, I get your point! Cadpig
: I can even be your personal image consultant. I love manipulating the truth. Rolly
: And I can be your advisor. Spot
: And I can manage your campaign. I have a neck for seeing trouble coming.
: Next year, I wanna be the ballot box!
: Ed Pig's just called a meeting to discuss all the promises you made. Lucky
: Well, tell them it's illegal to talk about my promises. Spot
: That doesn't seem fair. Lucky
: Who are you to say what's fair, Spot? I'm the mayor. Cadpig
: Somebody needs a little attitude adjustment. Rolly
: Yeah, Lucky! Pretty soon, you're going to be eating all our ice cream! Spot
: And making us watch whatever shows you want! Lucky
: Then I could if I wanted to. I can do anything I want. Rolly
: Huh! Then you're gonna have to find yourself another vice mayor! Cadpig
: ...and vice-vice mayor! Spot
: ...and vice-vice-vice mayor too! Lucky
: Guess I should just pass a law saying that I'm no better than Ed Pig.
: It sure was nice of Mayor Pig to give us this ice cream. Spot
: Guess he's not such a bad guy after all. Cadpig
: There's a warm heart between all those pork rinds. Lucky
: After that promise mess, I'm just happy to be done with my political career. Rolly
: Glad to hear it, Lucky. Lucky
: Everybody knows the real power is in big corporations.
[Rolly, Cadpig and Spot throw ice cream chunks at Lucky
] Just kidding.
: Rolly, what happened when you took that poll? Rolly
: What happened when I took the poll? The fence fell down!
: There's nothing quite like lounging out in the sun here bakin'. Mayor Ed Pig
: Did somebody say bacon? Rolly
: I did. What? Mayor Ed Pig
: A blatant disrespect for the law. Patch
: What law? Mayor Ed Pig
: Farm Munitions Code 34 point 5 point 16, blah blah blah, etc., fill in the blank, which clearly states: No farm resident shall utter the word 'bacon.'
: Flaming Baked Alaska!
: Forever? Rolly
: As in... forever?
: Sorry, guys. My stomach sorta took over my brain. Lucky
: There's news.
: [opens Cruella's suitcase
] Wow! Nothing but cigarettes! Rolly
: Maybe she thinks tobacco is a food group.
: What do you mean you liberated a lobster? Cadpig
: I had no choice. He was heading for that big butter bath in the sky! Spot
: But it's stealing! The lobster police will get us for sure. Rolly
: Spot's right. We gotta eat the evidence. Anybody got a squeeze of lemon? Cadpig
: Rolly, how could you? Rolly
: Nothing personal. It's a food chain thing.
: You said you were going to make him a contributing member of society! Swamp Rat
: He's contributing to my gumbo recipe. Close enough.
[the match Swamp Rat is holding catches his fingers on fire
] Swamp Rat
: Yeow! I hope a little kid never holds a lit match like that! That could hurt! Rolly
: You'll never get away with this, Swamp Rat! A decent gumbo needs cayenne pepper! Swamp Rat
: There's plenty of cayenne in it, chubby boy! The secret is to start with a wallop of kosher salt. Rolly
: Salt? No, no, no. First, the cayenne pepper, then the... Cadpig
: Is it possible that I was an unclear communicator? Demonstrated poor listening skills? Was too caught up in my mission to assess Lance's needs? Lucky
: Uh-huh! Rolly
: And don't forget to add a count of Grand Theft Lobster! Spot
: Hey, you were just trying to help a fellow creature. We know your heart was in the right place.
: I dig Go-Go! Cadpig
: I love Go-Go! Lucky
: I worship Go-Go!
: He's brave. Rolly
: He's fearless. Lucky
: He can do anything. Spot
: He's just a dog! Lucky
: He's not just a dog! Go-Go's my hero!
: [holding a bunny-shaped candy, talking with an effeminate voice
] I am just a little bunny, and I would not hurt anyone.
[he eats the bunny and takes out another
: I am just a little bunny and...
[he eats the bunny and takes out another
: I... am... just...
[he eats the bunny and starts devouring the whole box
: I need more bunnies! Give me more bunnies! Bunny!
: Oh, I hope Roger picks me! That trophy matches my inner glow. Spot
: Who cares about the trophy? I just wanna bring honor to Dearly Farm. Rolly
: Roger isn't picking a chicken, Spot. He's gonna choose a dog... with a nose for bones... like me. Lucky
: Dream on, guys. Roger has only one favorite, and we know who that is. Cadpig
: Oh, forgive me, chosen one. And if it weren't for my total commitment to world peace, I'd kick your sorry little... Spot
: Hey, where are you going, Tripod? Tripod
: Gotta start practicing for the contest. Gotta dig, gotta pump up, gotta feel the burn! You guys coming? Lucky
: Nah, I've got... shall we say... connections. Tripod
: No pain, no gain.
: See Go-Go, the Fastest Dog in the World running daily at De Vil Downs. You gotta go-go. Lucky
: We gotta go-go!
: Besides, you only lost one race. Spot
: Yeah. It's not like they're gonna to tear the place down. Cruella de Vil
: [on a megaphone
] What are you waiting for? Tear the place down!
: Hi, my name's Fetch. Lucky
: Hi, Fetch. Fetch
: I'm afraid of sticks. Lucky
: We're here for you, Fetch. Cadpig
: Next. Kelly
: Hi. My name's Kelly. Lucky
: Hi, Kelly. Kelly
: I'm afraid of sheep. Rolly
: That's rough, man. Go-Go
: [clears throat
] Hi. My name's Go-Go. Lucky
: Hi, Go-Go. Go-Go
: I'm afraid of... bunnies.
[the therapy group laugh at him mercilessly
: Who could be responsible for such monstrosity? Cruella de Vil
: You're fired! Spot
: Why do we bother to ask?
: Spot, why don't you just follow us out this way? Spot
: Uh, because I'm stuck?
: They've changed the recipe! It's the difference between Van Gogh and paint by numbers!
: They opened up a new Kanine Krunchies plant without me knowing about it? Spot
: They have to clear things up with you?
: If only puppies everywhere knew you were the hero behind this, Rolly... Rolly
: Oh, tut-tut, young chicken. If I can bring a smile to their hearts and a belch to their lips, my work is done.
[Rolly sucks up a large quantity of the kibble as well as Cadpig, then he spits Cadpig out
: Yuck! What *is* this? Cadpig
: Possibly your head after I get done with it!
: [as a dalmatian
] Guys, it's me! Spot! Lucky
: Yeah, and I'm Thunderbolt! Spot
: But it really is me! Lucky
: Okay, tell us something that only Spot would know. Spot
: All right... like... where Rolly keeps his fritters. Lucky
: Oh, come on! Everybody knows that! Rolly
] Everyone knows where my fritters are?
: Well, now what do we do? Spot
: Bark Brigade procedure is clear. Turn tail and run! Lucky
: What? At the first sign of excitement? No way! We're going to march out there and trap Lambo just like Thunderbolt would do. Spot
: But this isn't TV! This is real life! That could be d-d-d-dangerous! Lucky
: I *live* for danger! They don't call me Luckybolt for nothing! Come on! Cadpig
: All right, who called him Luckybolt?
: [translating a barking code
] Lamb strayed from flock... runaway... last seen... riding a cloud? Spot
: That's "heading for town".
: I don't remember this ever happening to Thunderbolt. Cadpig
: But this is Luckybolt. The danger never stops. Lucky
: Just a minor setback.
: Hey, who shut it off? Spot
: Sorry, I thought it was over. Rolly
: What's it matter? All that's left was a preview of tomorrow's show. Cadpig
: And we know what *that* will be like: a little gratuitous violence, a little male bonding, a big explosion at the end. KABLAM! They're all the same. Lucky
: I still wanted to see it. Thunderbolt's the only excitement I get around here. Spot
: You looking for excitement? Rumor in the henhouse says that somebody, possibly Naomi, laid an egg... with two yolks. Rolly
: Hey, hey! I dug up a shoe... open-toed! Lucky
: Someone put me out of my misery! I wasn't meant to live the life of a farm animal. I need adventure, excitement, like Thunderbolt! I should be battling insidious villains, facing fur-raging danger, boldly going where no puppy has gone before! Cadpig
: Welcome to Lucky's Rich Fantasy Life, and now back to reality.
: I can't wait to get my shot. Dr. Whittaker's a babe!
: Relax. It's only a little shot. Rolly
: Yeah. There are no huge scary needles or anything.
[sees a huge needle
: Oh, boy, was I wrong.
: Lucky, Scorch, overboard? As in not on board anymore? Cadpig
: Wow! They totally understood your barks! Rolly
: I thought that only worked on TV!
: What's going to happen to Lucky? Cadpig
: He's always been lucky... let's just hope that hasn't changed.
: Lucky? Scorch? Overboard? As in not on board anymore? Cadpig
: We've got to go in and save them! Rolly
: Maybe we should tell our pets instead. Cadpig
: Rolly, sometimes being a coward is the right choice. Rolly
] Anita Dearly
: Oh, Roger. It's not exactly the most beautiful day for a cruise on the river. Spot
: A cruise? Cadpig
: Ah, fresh sea air. Rolly
: Midnight buffet. Lucky
: A chance to see river pirates.
: Hey, they didn't invite us. Cadpig
: Hey, they didn't *not* invite us.
: Oh yeah. And I'm Walnutter, Queen of the Cashew People! Rolly
: Long live the Nut Queen!
: Red Airedale rules! Cadpig
: Yellow's my favorite. Rolly
: I like the brown one. It looks like gravy.
: I can still see Lucky and Rolly and good old Cadpig... it's almost as if I'm still alive. Rolly
: Spot, you *are* still alive.
: Come on, Spot. Live it up! You're eating like a bird! Spot
: Rolly, I am a bird! A bird with serious digestive problems!
: Ah. Sure is good to have the old Lucky back. Lucky
: Thanks. I'm sorry for the way I acted. I let being a star go to my head. Patch
: I just hope it doesn't go to hers. TV Announcer
: Introducing new Kanine Krunchies Max. With chicken flavor. Spot
: It's artificial.
: But the Colonel said not to ever ever ever step foot in here! Lucky
: We're not stepping, we're wading.
: I think I'm retaining water. Lucky
: I think you're retaining doughnuts! Rolly
: Are you calling me fat? Lucky
: If the tree fits.
: At my urging, Rolly has graciously decided to give you another chance. Lucky
: Well, I don't know if we want him back. He did kinda blow us off. Rolly
: Heck. I don't know either. You guys were really mean to me and... Lucky
] I love you, man! Cadpig
] Group hug!
: "Rolly, you eat too much!" "Rolly, you sleep too much!" "Rolly, your butt is blocking the sun!" Why don't they come out and say it? "Rolly, we think you're a pig!"
: Hey, Two-Tone, you coming to my party? Two-Tone
: I think so. Oh. Maybe not. I'll try. Can I get back to you?
: Are you two done with that helium? Lucky
: [high-pitched voices
] All finished, Sir.
: We're not lifting off. Lt. Pug
: We've got too much weight. Rolly
: Oh, so now I *add* fat.
: [has a fish biting his tail
] Ooh! A crab! A crab!
: Wow. Did she say stardom? Rolly
: We're gonna be stars. Spot
: Guys, guys! This is Cruella, the same woman who tried to turn you into fuzzy evening wear.
: I am so glad I got through to my new friends back at the pound. And I'm glad my best friends came through for me. Lucky
: Uh-huh. Cadpig
: Oh, it would be a much better world if we all came through for each other. Lt. Pug
: Where's a blackout when you need one?
[the screen fades to black
] Lt. Pug
: That's better.
: I hope we made it in time for lunch. Cadpig
: Aren't you not supposed to eat 30 minutes after you swim? Rolly
: No, it's *before* you swim. I know about these things.
: Now, if I can just find that X... Cadpig
: What did I tell you earlier, Luckless? That's only on TV. Rolly
: Well, I didn't come all this way for nothing. I'll find that treasure. Spot
: Guess again! You'll never find it without me!
[they all see a big "X"
: Whoa! The treasure! Lucky
: X marks the spot! Cadpig
: [to the camera
] Well, what did you expect?
: How weird. Rolly
: Where'd they all go? Who's gonna feed us? Cadpig
: Abducted! All of them! Spot
: Now let's try to think about this logically...
: We're all gonna die!
: You're making popcorn now? Rolly
: Can I have some?
: You guys okay? Cadpig
: Yeah. Rolly
: Uh-huh. Spot
: Sure. I always make that sound when I'm drowning.
: You know, guys? If I'm chief firedog, you can come and visit me at the firehouse whenever you want. Rolly
: But Dad said that it's *my* destiny to be chief firedog. He said if I keep imagining, I can become it. Cadpig
: Well, right now, Rolly, I'm imagining you're a hopeless dreamer. Oh! Look! You've become one!
: Hey, guys. What are you doing here? Lucky
: Trying to get you out of this dungeon. Rolly
: Dungeon? There's free Hoo-hahs! They don't cost nothing! Lucky
: They cost you your freedom! Rolly
: Aw, what do you mean? I like it here. Cadpig
: He doesn't realize! He's drunk with calories!
: What's up? Perdy
: You are.
: You guys all right with this? Rolly
: I am, but Swifty here seems a little nervous. Swifty
] What do you *mean*? I've never been so relaxed in all my life!
: Come on, help me pull this thing loose. Spot
: I thought you were too much the gourmet to chew shoes. Rolly
: I'm not gonna chew it, I'm gonna fetch it to Cruella. Maybe my good deed will earn me a hand up. Cadpig
: Yeah, and maybe the Tooth Fairy will fly away to Lollypop Land and get a cavity.
: I'm famished, and you bring me stinky footwear? Please! Cadpig
: It's the perfect snack! Did you want some dipping sauce? Rolly
: I'd never chew shoes! I'm a gourmet. A kibble connoisseur, don't you know. My taste buds are oh so defined.
: What survival skill should we try first? Lucky
: We can survive later. Right now, let's have some fun.
: Do you think she's alright? Cadpig
: If anyone can scare off the angel of death, it's Cruella.
: How do we know it's Rolly? It could be another robot! Rolly
: Come on, guys! Let me out! I'm starving here! Spot
: All right, I'm convinced.
: But this is unfair! Whatever happened to justice, whatever happened to honor? Rolly
: Whatever happened to that little piece of fat you got inside of pork and beans?
: I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm ready to apologize. Lucky
: But what about our principles? Cadpig
: I don't recall us having principles where it's All right to call people names. Interesting concept, though.
: Hiccup Hole isn't just a pond. It's a symbol... of freedom... and justice... and home, and country, and, and, and... apple pie! Rolly
: Would that apple pie be a la mode?
: Boy, you'd think she'd at least show her good side on TV. Rolly
: You think Cruella has one? Cadpig
: Everybody has a good side, Rolly. Hers just isn't visible to the naked eye.
: Fascinating. This website posts hundreds of pet psychological problems. I'm sure I can find my symptoms listed. Spot
: Oh, yeah. Fascinating. Who knew there'd be so many goldfish with fin envy? Rolly
: Or lovebirds in need of marriage counseling? Lucky
: Or that we've spent our one weekend without parental supervision watching Cadpig's nasal drip?
: I need to be petted!
: And I need it now! Lucky
: [points at Rolly
] He'll do it. Rolly
: [points at Spot
] She'll do it. Spot
: We're exhausted. Rolly
: How long do we have to keep this up? Spot
: I have a feeling we're going to be doing this forever! Cadpig
: What are you guys complaining about? I'm the one who needs attention!
Mayor Ed Pig
: Quiet that unruly mob, Bailiff. Rolly
: Uh, your honor, that's the jury. Mayor Ed Pig
: Well, at least they haven't formed any opinions.
: I bet you puppies would like a nice little treat. Rolly
: She's won my trust.
: [as they are chasing Mooch
] Release the hounds! Cadpig
: We are the hounds!
: Hold onto this liquorice with your teeth, Rolly. Don't eat it. Rolly
: I could, right? Lucky
: No! Rolly
: Okay, but hurry! I'm weakening!
: What do you want to do for fun today, Rolly? Rolly
: Well, let's see... there's breakfast, brunch, lunch, afternoon snack, high tea... Lucky
: There's something new.
: I wish I could get my mind off Thunderbolt. I can still hear his theme music. Cadpig
: Don't listen! That's just your subconscious tormenting you! Rolly
: It's tormenting me too... from over there! Cadpig
: What incredible kinetic power! You are throwing your subconscious!
: Yuck! Pollution! Cadpig
: How can someone so callously violate nature's bathtub? Rolly
: Looks more like nature's toilet bowl.
: This is awful, she's taken our stuff, she's taken our space, she's taken our food. Spot
: Look on the bright side, at least we still have our self-respect. Cadpig
: Spot, we're living in a bookcase.
: We gotta think of a way to stop them. Rolly
: We can flatten the tyres. Lucky
: Hmm... I know! We'll flatten the tyres! Rolly
: You okay, Rolly? Rolly
: Why, yes, Cadpig. I've always dreamed of being a throw rug.
: Have you ever seen Lock Jaw? Lt. Pug
: Nobody's ever seen him... but I've heard him stomping through the night looking for his favorite dish: Chicken Veronica with a bed of marinated puppies. Rolly
: Is that served with a white sauce? Lucky
: I got it. I got it.
[Tripod lands on Rolly while trying to catch a toy bone
: Hey! I'm sleepin' here.
: Hey! Who turned off the color? Cadpig
: Oh, no! Farm Noir! Huh?
[the pups glare at Spot wearing a trench coat
: Spot? Spot
: The name's Pullet Marlowe, Private Chick. Mystery is my middle name. Rolly
: I thought it was Irma.
: Why am I doing all the digging? Lucky
: I told you, Rolly. Ice-cream grows underground. Rolly
: Oh, yeah!
: That's it, we lost Dumpling. Lucky
: No, she's gotta be somewhere. You just can't lose 300 pounds of rampaging bacon.
: I'm hungry, Mother. I'm hungry. Perdita
: Now Rolly, you've just had your dinner. Rolly
: But I am, just the same. I'm so hungry I could eat a a whole elephant.
: [Pongo and Perdita have just reunited with their puppies
] Lucky! Patch! Pepper! Freckles! And Rolly, you little rascal! Rolly
: Did you bring me anything to eat?
: I'm not sleepy. I'm hungry.
: I get it now! This way on the map is that way in the mall. Rolly
: So does that mean that up is down and down is up?
: [reading a map
] It says You Are Here. Rolly
: How do they know it's us? Lucky
: They have their ways.
: And, of course, I recommend to your parents that you be grounded for three weeks. Any questions? Spot
: No, Sir. Colonel
: Alright. Now I know you've missed lunch, so, uh, meet me in the pet shop food bar in five minutes. Rolly
: Wow. That's great. Thanks, Colonel! But, how do we find it? Colonel
: Huh. No problem, cadet. Just read the map.
: Thanks a lot. Now we got a snoring cow in our loft. Cadpig
: Progress is often painful.
: Wait. This isn't right. You need to communicate your feeling openly and honestly! Rolly
: I honestly wanna push Lucky down.
: Those people are blocking my view. Give them a hand, will ya? Spot
: But sir, I'm a chicken, not a duck. Rolly
: A bird's a bird. Hit the water.
: Other than winning the limbo contest, what exactly did you get out of this, Rolly? Rolly
: Well, there was that buffet.
: They're giving us away. Cadpig
: Throwing us out like day-old pizza! Rolly
: Nobody would do that, would they? Do a pizza on me? Spot
: They're tossing us out on our furry little butts! Wait a minute... I'm a *feather* butt. Maybe this doesn't include me.
: What things could a chicken possibly want? Lucky
: Don't ask.
] Lift your legs and move your butt. Lucky
] Lieutenant Pug is a great big nut!
: I told you Swamp Rat would have helium. Rolly
: It's a good thing we had Dipstick to trade. Lucky
: Hmm... I wonder how much it'll cost to get him back.
: According to my calculations, in order to get into the chow tower, you need 108 more pounds! Cadpig
: Rolly and I add another eight pounds. We need a hundred more. Lucky
: How 'bout Cruella? I bet she weighs a hundred pounds. Rolly
: Yeah, so do a bunch of rocks. Cadpig
: We vote for the rocks.
: Since when do motorcycle gangs value fighting fair? Rolly
: Remember, Roger wrote this game. Cadpig
: Oh yeah. Question answered.
: Are you all aware that tomorrow is Valentine's Day? A joyous celebration of the power and importance of love and friendship. And the ultimate guilt trip. The opportunity to give a Valentine to someone who didn't give you one... and watch 'em squirm. I love it. Spot
: She scares me sometimes. Rolly
: Only sometimes?
: Excuse me, Scorch has it. Scorch eats chickens. Do you see a problem here? How 'bout I just chear you on proudly from the sidelines? Rolly
: Besides, it's at Cruella's. Imagine what she'll be doing to us while Scorch is eating Spot. Spot
: Uh. Thanks for the visual.
: If there was a real Shrewzle around, I would have smelled it. The Shrewzle has a very distinct odor, it's more gamey than squirrels and it's less musky than a raccoon, it's kind of like a beaver but a little less mildew.
: Don't move.
[Rolly flicks a spider away from Dumpling
: Rolly, you saved my life. I'm indebted to you forever. Rolly
: [laughs nervously
] I just remembered, I gotta get my distemper shot. Out of here!
: What good is being a nice guy when people think you're a bonehead? Or a sucker? Or a... Cadpig
: Chump? Sap? Stooge? Patsy?
[the others glare at her
: I got a thesaurus for Christmas.
: When will people learn... Cadpig
: that couping out dogs is inhumane... Lucky
: and not to mention illegal?
: What did I tell ya? Piece of c...
[a large branch falls on his head
: ...uggghh... Rolly
: Piece of cugh? What kind of a cake is that?
] Anita Dearly
: Roger. Here's the purse, right here. Oh, thank goodness. Spot
: We did it. We returned Anita's purse and saved the farm. Lucky
: [on a walkie-talkie
] To think, we were gonna spend that money like it was ours. Over. Rolly
: [on a walkie-talkie
] Roger that. It's just like posing as a security guard. Over.
: This was a lot more fun than just sitting around watching TV... even the Gravy Channel! Cadpig
: *Especially* the Gravy Channel!
: I think I caught a bug in my teeth! Not bad, though.
: Let's face it. I'm no good at this stuff. Cadpig
: Come on, Rolly! Think positively! Rolly
: Okay, I'm positive I'm no good.
: Oh, no! I can't believe I actually kissed her! Now I'll have to get new shots! I'll never get that taste out of my mouth! The horror! The horror!
: We've come to take you home. Lucky
: It's so good to see you guys. Gieldgud
: Gracious! Coco
: Oh, Beams. We gave him everything. Beamer
: Farm dogs. You did your best, darling. Cadpig
: Lucky! Spot
: Aww, how are you, little fella? I told them you'd be b-b-back. Rolly
: Lucky, bro! Lucky
: I really missed you guys. Cadpig
: We missed you too. Rolly
: Yeah, nothing seemed the same without you. Lucky
: You know, being away made me realize just how important you guys are to me. Come one, everybody. Group hug!
: My stomach alarm says that we're going to be late for dinner! Cadpig
: Well, you'd better reset it!
: Rolly, you really shouldn't be guessing people's gifts, it'll ruin the surprise. What I get? Rolly
: Same as last year - chew toy. Cadpig
: Oh, well, it's the thought that counts. Besides, I can always return it.
: [throwing a Frisbee
] Here we go again. Rolly
: He throws. You bring it back. He throws it again. Yeesh. Am I the only one who realizes this is pointless?
: Got any ideas? Spot
: This is one of those times I wish my head worked as good as my mouth.
: The name's Bolt, Thunderbolt. I eat Krunchies. Kanine Krunchies. You should too. 1st Announcer
: Kanine Krunchies, perfect for lunchy. Designer Kanine Krunchies. Dare to be a dog. Shaken, not stirred. Rolly
: That is so beautiful. Spot
: Yeah, well, that high end designer chow costs big b-b-bucks and we don't have any. So get over it. B'gawk. 2nd Announcer
: Hey, hounds. Monday is Designer Kanine Krunchi Day at the Stiffle Food Fortress. You're one and only chance to try Designer KK's rockin' new flavor, pistachio veal, absolutely free. I repeat, free, free, free! So come on down and get fed. Lucky
: Too cool. Rolly
: That's it. I'm going to Stiffle. Spot
: Uh, Hello. Anybody home? Stiffle is miles away. In order to cover that kind of distance, you would need transportation.