Rolly: Yuck! I don't wanna eat this stuff!
Lucky: Come on, Rolly, it's dog food! Surely you haven't tried it yet?
Rolly: I
did try this stuff before, and it tastes like sh*t!
Rolly: I'm gonna have this for dinner! *holds up a can of Chef Boyardee*
Cadpig *off screen*: You want to have Chef?
Lucky *off screen*: Again? No way, Rolly, you've had Chef every night this week.
Rolly *whining*: But I
love Chef!
Perdita *off screen*: What do you want for dinner, Rolly?
Rolly: Oh, hi, Mum. I want Chef.
Perdita: Chef?!
CHEF?!?!?! I thought all the Chef cans are on lockdown! You're not gonna have Chef again tonight!
Rolly *off screen, whining*: But I
love--
Perdita: No buts, young man! I know you love Chef, but for the past few days, you seem to be enjoying it too much! Gimme that can! *takes Chef can away from Rolly*
Rolly *bawling at the top of his lungs*:
NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! I WANT MY CHEF!!!!!!!!
Perdita: Forget it, Rolly! You're gonna eat something else for dinner tonight!
No more Chef!Rolly *losing it completely*: WAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
---
Thunderbolt: I'm sorry, Patch. I guess our plan to help Priscilla escape from Beau didn't work.
Patch *off screen*: I can't believe Beau and Claire saw us sneaking into the mansion. We're gonna have to come up with something else.
Thunderbolt: You're right, little buddy. We really need to come up with an even better plan.
Thunderbolt: If we get caught again as we try to get our plan to work, Claire and Beau might make us their prisoners and lock us up, which means we will never get another chance to help Priscilla escape as long as we live.
Patch *off screen*: I don't like the sound of that, Thunder. We really need to come up with a good plan that won't get us caught, and fast.
Thunderbolt: Don't worry, Patch. I'm sure we can think of something.
*meanwhile*
Beau: Priscilla, my dearest sweetie pie, you're looking mighty beautiful tonight.
Priscilla *off screen*: Um...thank you, I guess.
Beau: You should be happy to see me, babe. I am truly the dog of your dreams.
Beau: Aww, look at that picture of you up there. If only I was in that picture with you, then it will be perfect. Won't we make a cute couple?
Priscilla *off screen*: You bet we won't!
Claire *off screen*: Priscilla! I heard that, young lady! I believe you and Beau really
will make a cute couple!
Priscilla: No, we
won't! He doesn't even like me for who I am, he only likes me for my looks!
Claire *off screen*: That's enough, Priscilla! If you don't start being nice to Beau, I'll have you put under eternal punishment! Do I make myself clear?
Priscilla: *sighs* Yes, Mother.
Claire: Good. Now, it's time for Beau to leave, but you better be on your best behavior the next time he comes over to visit us. *to herself* At least I didn't tell her that Beau and I saw the little weakling Patch and the famous Thunderbolt trying to take her away, otherwise she'll hurry outside to look for those two and run off with them.
*Priscilla starts crying*
Priscilla: It's not fair. It's just not fair. What is Mum thinking, leaving me no choice but to be nice to that snobbish, self-absorbed pup, and making him my mate? That guy is not even as good as Patch.
---
C
ockroach: Hee, hee, hee.
Perdita: Oh, my goodness. It's a c
ockroach. I don't like c
ockroaches. Get away from me, you d*mn bug! *gets a shoe and tries to squish the c
ockroach with it but keeps missing*
*C
ockroach stuck out its tongue*
C
ockroach:
Nyah! *gets stomped by Clayton*
Clayton *off screen*: Gotcha!
Clayton: Don't worry, Mother, the c
ockroach is dead.
Perdita *off screen*: Oh, good. Thank you, Clayton.
Clayton: You're welcome. And now that it's dead, I'd like to play this song. *grabs out a pair of maracas*
*singing*
La cucaracha, la cucaracha,
Ya no puede caminar,
Porque no tiene, porque le falta
Marihuana que fumar.---
Perdita: Lucky, are you ready to see the stars with me again?
Lucky: You're gonna let me see the stars from the top of your head, are you? You promised that you will allow me to sit on your head, and won't act like a bratty child about it like before.
Perdita: Yes, Lucky, after I learned my lesson to treat you better, I'm going to let you get a view of the stars from the top of my head.
Lucky: Well, good, because every other adult dog's head that we know is already occupied. Over there, we can see...
...Patch sitting on Amber's head...
...Priscilla sitting on Thunderbolt's head...again...
...Phillip sitting on Lightning's head...
...and Roxy sitting on Dad's head.
Perdita: I see. Well, I guess I'm your only choice. Up you go!
Perdita: You okay up there?
Lucky: Yes, Mum. I like the view from up here. But don't shake me off your head again.
Perdita: Don't worry, Lucky, I won't. And I won't complain about not getting to sit on top of your head again either. I'll be a more mature mother from now on.
Lucky: Thanks, Mum.