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-JOGGER: Hi, Carolyn.
-Morning.
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CAROLYN: Scotty, get the door.
Don't drop the eggs.
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LEADER: Gentlemen, a few moments
ago I received word of the gravest nature.
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PUPPY 1: I'll bite your ear.
PUPPY 2: Get off me!
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PUPPY 3: That's my eye you're poking.
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PUPPY 3:
I don't think this is a good idea.
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MAN: Howdy. Over here!
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FARMER: These are the
cutest beagles you've ever seen.
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PROF.: I'll be right there. Ow!
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BUTCH: I wouldn't do that if I were you.
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BUTCH: Peek, show yourself.
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DISPATCH: We got a calico on the
corner of Center and Main...
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LOU: Oh, my God!
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BUTCH: Peek's early warning.
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-Sam, what's your 20?
-SAM: 1/18 of a klick east.
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SAM: Hey, Lou.
PEEK: Human!
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-CAT: How about Storm?
-Storm.
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MR. TINKLES: Dark Storm, yes.
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BUTCH: So first things first.
Kid, pay attention.
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BUTCH: Ancient Egypt.
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LOU: Gross.
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BUTCH:
That's how our outfit got started.
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-SCOTT: Hey, Dad!
-Boils.
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CALICO: Keep the hairdo. It's slimming.
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CAROLYN: Nervous about the tryouts?
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CARTOON DOG: Well? Hand it over.
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NINJA 1: Sorry!
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LOU: Cats.
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BUTCH: Bringing up history...
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SOPHIE: Mr. Mason,
I have someone to see you.
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CALICO: Coming out. Is she gone?
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WOLF BLITZER: A disturbance occurred
at a top-secret allergy research lab.
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CAROLYN: Look at the little kitty.
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SAM: Look out. Code 4.
PEEK: Quick, smell my butt.
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-PEEK: West-east.
-On her way to the corner.
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PEEK: Watch it, fellas! He's coming in!
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SAM: There's a bomb at the lab door.
BUTCH: We're on it.
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PEEK: Guys!
SAM: Come on, man!
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PEEK: The bomb. The bomb!
BUTCH: Kid, I'm going for the bomb.
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SAM: Come on! Hurry! The bomb!
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-You wanted to help.
-RUSSIAN KITTY: Come on! Come on!
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PEEK: The dresser's coming down.
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-PEEK: The bomb. You got 45 seconds.
-I said we're on it.
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PEEK: You need anger management.
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BUTCH: Look out, kid!
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PEEK: Nice catch.
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PEEK: Ten seconds.
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BUTCH: Call in a clean-up crew.
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BUTCH: "This is where you are
to enact my fiendish plan.
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BUTCH: Nah.
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-BUTCH: Full scans every 20 minutes.
-Roger that.
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COMPUTER: Negative. Non-reactive.
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LOU: Butch will kill me.
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COMPUTER: 1-5-4-7, negative.
Non-reactive.
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PROF.: Doctor, the cure for
dog allergies? Success. Done.
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DOCTOR: Fantastic.
Send it and we'll verify it.
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PROF.: Tomorrow morning, then.
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MR. TINKLES: Unacceptable.
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CALICO: Brake!
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CALICO: We gonna get away with this?
MR. TINKLES: Watch me.
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-Gas!
-MR. TINKLES: What are you doing?
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CALICO: Where'd you get licensed?
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FOREMAN: Attention, employees.
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FOREMAN: Factory employees,
congratulations.
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MR. TINKLES: Attention...
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-CAROLYN: Scotty?
-Yeah?
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SCOTT: Hurry, buckle up!
We don't want to be late!
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-The birds have left the nest.
-PEEK: Go again.
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PROF.: Here we are.
I said I'd get us here.
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SCOTT: I hope Mbuto plays.
He's the best one-legged forward ever.
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CAROLYN: Is this the right place?
PROF.: Where are the tailgaters?
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PEEK: Bogey in the wire.
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-SAM: It's a calico. Should I take him?
-Negative. Me and the kid got it.
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ROCKET CONTROLLER: Nav systems.
BUTCH: Check.
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ROCKET CONTROLLER:
Velocity at 625 feet per second.
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MALE HQ ANNOUNCER 1:
Canine transport loading at platform 2.
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FEMALE HQ ANNOUNCER 1:
282nd Airborne Chihuahuas,
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MALE HQ ANNOUNCER 2: Spaying
and neutering reversals on level 3.
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FEMALE HQ ANNOUNCER 2:
Personnel are required
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DECOY OWNERS:
Tiger, what are you doing?
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MR. TINKLES:
Recognize these humans?
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LEADER: Order! Order, please.
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-No! Wait. Wait!
-WOLF BLITZER: Just minutes ago...
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PROF.: Who kidnapped us,
Uruguay or Chad?
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MR. TINKLES:
So you brought the research.
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MR. TINKLES: Those fleabags
must be running for the hills.
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CALICO: That's what I was thinking.
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CAT FOREMAN: Faster.
I thought you were union!
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CAT ASSISTANT: Here, boss.
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MR. TINKLES: Open the sewer hatch!
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MOUSE: He ate Gary!
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BUTCH: It's over, Tinkles!
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IVY: Bath time!
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BUTCH: Surrender, you're finished!
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MR. TINKLES: I have a plane to catch.
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SCOTT: Good boy.
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CAROLYN: I'll get you.
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-CAROLYN: Come on, we have to go.
-Can you talk too?
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CAROLYN: Scotty!
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MR. TINKLES: Come here.
I got a Milk-Bone for you.
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BUTCH: Get him, Lou!
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BUTCH: You're finished, Fluffy!
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-Come on, Scotty!
-SCOTT: Come on! Quickly!
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SCOTT: Lou?
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LOU: And you're my best friend too.
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PEEK: You have the right to...
SAM: You have the right...
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SCOTT: He's fine!
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BUTCH: Hey, kid.
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PROF.: He's got it! He's got it!
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BUTCH:
He would've made a great agent.
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-I could eat you with a spoon!
-SISTER 3: I can't take it!
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MR. TINKLES: This can't be happening.
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