01x18 - I Love You, Brandon

[bunniefuu]

[theme song]

♪ Maybe the world is blind

♪ Or just a little unkind

♪ Don't know

♪ Seems you can't be sure

♪ Of anything anymore

♪ Although

♪ You may be lonely

♪ And then one day
you're smilin' again ♪

♪ Every time
I turn around ♪

♪ I see the girl
that turns my world around ♪

♪ Standing there

♪ Every time I turn around

♪ Her spirit's lifting me
right off the ground ♪

♪ What's gonna be

♪ Guess we'll just wait

♪ And see ♪

[barks]

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[clacking]

Allen: Ouch!

Great job, guys.

This is the best doghouse
I've ever seen.

Let's face it, we're good.

[gasps]

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Brandon, you should've gotten
homeowner's insurance.

Come on, children

I have a wonderful surprise.

- What is it?
- I'll give you a hint.

It has something to do
with royalty.

It's Prince.

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Henry, where is Prince?

Who's Prince?

He's the guy who made
"Purple Rain."

I thought
air pollution did that.

Henry, I don't see
any surprise.

- My surprise is in here.
- I got it!

You just came back
from the bank

and you're gonna
give us each a $ !

In your dreams, Allen.

Now, I just got back
from an estate sale--

Wait a minute!
They sell states?

Gee, I wonder how much
New Jersey costs.

No [chuckles], an estate sale
is when a person dies

and his possessions are sold.

You bought a wallet
from a dead guy?

No, I bought these stamps
from a dead guy.

That's your big surprise?
Stamps?

Punky, these are the very rare

Crowned Heads of Europe
series.

There's King George,
Queen Wilhelmina

Tsar Nicholas

and, of course,
everybody's favorite

Kaiser Wilhelm.

They're really neat,
Mr. Warnimont.

Thank you, Allen.

I always knew you had a bit
of a philatelist in you.

I do?

Am I gonna die?

A philatelist
is a stamp collector.

[sighs]

My mom
is a stamp collector too.

- Is that so?
- Yeah!

Three more books and she can
get a waffle iron.

- Congratulations!
- [chuckles] Thanks.

Hey, kids, would you like me
to show you my stamp album?

- Well...
- Well...

Sure!

Hey!

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Aren't these wonderful?

[snoring]

Would you like me to tell you

the history
behind these stamps?

It would only take
a couple of hours.

- Well...
- Well...

Sure.

[doorbell ringing]

Huh?

Henry, I've got a complaint.

What else is new?

All that sawin'
and hammerin' down here

vibrated one of my
most valuable possessions

right off of my
wood knot shelf.

What was it?

My Mr. Tea teacup.

Did it break?

Can't it be repaired?

All the crazy glue

and all the Fix-It Men

couldn't put Mr. Tea
back together again.

Henry: I'm terribly sorry,
Mrs. Johnson.

I promise I'll keep my eye out
for a Mr. Tea teacup.

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Brandon, please don't
swallow those stamps.

Oh, no!

Henry's gonna be really mad.

When he finds out,
he's gonna hit the roof.

- I've got a great idea.
- What is it?

Let's all go home.

Allen, I am home.

But we're not.

- Come on, Cherie.
- Bye, Punky. Good luck.

Boy, Brandon,
if you had a doghouse

you'd really be in it now.

[spitting]

Do you realize what you've done?

You ate the
Head Crowns of Europe.

Don't worry, we'll get you
out of this mess.

[gasps]
Oh, my..

Is there anything else
I can do?

Well,
the cup costs ten dollars.

Plus,
it has sentimental value.

Could I deduct a bucks
from my rent?

In your dreams, Mrs. Johnson.

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Henry, don't!

Don't what?

Um, don't look at

mm... stamps without
your magnifying glass.

You'll strain your eyes.

You're absolutely right, Punky.

Hm.

Something wrong, Henry?

- What are these?
- There you can see.

Those are the heads and those
are the crowns, uh-huh.

[laughs]

Punky, Queen Wilhelmina
did not have a red nose.

Maybe she had the sniffles.

[laughs]

Okay, the joke is over, Punky.

Where're the real stamps?

Well, you know that guy
we see on TV?

Um, that ate lightbulbs

and Brillo pads.

I think his name was,
um, The Human Goat.

Mm-hm.

What about him?

We sort of have a dog here
like that.

Are you saying...

that Brandon ate my stamps?

He might have.

How could he do it?

It took me years to find them,
they're priceless.

He didn't mean to.

You see,
he liked those stamps so much

that he tried
to kiss 'em

and they slipped
right into his belly.

Uh-huh.

That's it!

I've had it up to here
with this mongrel.

He's ruined all my furniture

and now, he's swallowed
my beautiful stamps.

You're a bad dog!

Bad dog!

Come on, Brandon.

Let's go and take a walk
until Henry cools off.

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Henry,
Brandon's not a bad dog.

He's just a dog
that's had a bad day.

Oh!

[groans]

Hello, I was wondering

if you had a set of the
Crowned Heads of Europe stamps

for sale?

You might?

Oh, I see.

You just sold your only set
to an old geezer

and you're expecting to see them
at another estate sale

very soon?

Well, forget it.

This is one old geezer

who will outlive his stamps!

[Punky screaming]

[tires screeching]

Punky!

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Henry, Brandon's been hit
by a car

and he's not moving.

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I'm sorry,
but you can't go in there.

But I want to be with Brandon.

Don't worry,
we'll take good care of him.

Please don't let him die.

Come on, Punky,
let's sit down.

We're just gonna have to wait.

Henry...

is Brandon gonna be okay?

I'm sure he is. Dr. Frankel's
a very good veterinarian.

He certainly is.

I wouldn't trust my dog, Angus,
with anyone else.

- Really?
- Absolutely, my dear.

Your dog is in excellent hands.

Thank you.

I'm Henry Warnimont, and this
is my daughter, Punky.

Grace Carney.

I'm sorry about your dog, Punky.

How did it happen?

Well, you see

Brandon and I were
crossing the street

and a car forgot to stop
at the red light.

It came straight at us.

Next thing I know

Brandon pushes me
out of the way

and he gets hit.

Brandon saved your life!

What a brave dog!

Yeah, but it was my fault
that he got hit.

I should've had him
on his leash.

It wasn't your fault, Punky.

It was just a very
unfortunate accident.

Mrs. Carney is right, Punky.

I'm sure Brandon wouldn't
blame you for what happened.

- You really think so?
- I know so.

Thanks, Henry.

Mrs. Carney?

What's the matter
with your dog?

My Angus is very old, Punky.

He's here to have an operation

that, hopefully, will add
a few more years to his life.

Dr. Frankel?

- Hello, Punky.
- How's Brandon?

Well, he has a broken leg,
but we're setting it.

He also sustained a concussion
when his head hit the ground.

- Can I see him?
- Not yet, I'm sorry.

Is he gonna be okay?

Well, we don't know, Punky.

Of course, he will.

He'll be fine.

He's got to be.

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Henry's not back yet.

- No, not yet, dear.
- What are you knitting?

It's a sweater for Angus.

It's pretty.
What kind of dog is Angus?

He's a Scottie. Would you like
to see some pictures of him?

Sure.

That's Angus and me
in Miami Beach.

He just loves to bodysurf.

He looks like a great dog.

He most certainly is.

He's been my best friend

ever since my husband,
Howard, d*ed.

Oh, I'm sorry
about your husband.

- I bet you really miss him.
- Oh, no.

Angus is a much better companion
than Howard ever was.

Angus is neat,
loyal and trustworthy.

I never did know
where Howard was at night.

[chuckles]

Dogs are great.

In the morning,
I can just hear

Brandon's little doggy voice
saying

"Rise and shine.

It's a doggone good day."

[laughs]

When Angus wakes up,
he says

"Oh, me old bones are aching.

I think I'll sleep
a wee bit longer."

[laughs]

I hope you and Angus will be
together for a real long time.

I hope so.

I honestly don't know
what I would do without him.

I don't know what I would do
without Brandon either.

Punky, look what I've got.

Brandon's favorite treat!

Deep dish Puppy Pizza.

That's really nice of you,
Henry.

It's the least I could do

Punky, it's really my fault

that Brandon got hit.

If I hadn't yelled at him

about those stupid stamps

this never would have happened.

It's not your fault, Henry.

If Bran doesn't blame me
for what happened

I'm sure
he won't blame you either.

- Mrs. Carney?
- Yes?

The operation is over, and Angus
is in the recovery room.

- May I see him?
- Of course.

Mr. Warnimont,
may I see you for a moment?

Yes, doctor.

I'm afraid there's been no
change in Brandon's condition.

I hate to say this
but in my opinion,

there's very little chance
of survival.

I recommend that Brandon
be put to sleep.

No, absolutely not.

It's out of the question.

That dog means everything
to my little girl.

Well, I can understand
how you feel, Mr. Warnimont.

It-- it-- it's a very
difficult decision.

Everyone loves their pet.

But believe me,
it's the humane thing to do.

I've to talk it over
with Punky.

What is it, Henry?

Punky, we have to make
a decision about Brandon.

What do you mean?

Dr. Frankel feels...

Brandon should be put to sleep.

No!

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[sobbing]

Punky...

we have to do
what's best for Brandon.

You don't want him to suffer,
do you?

No.

Well, then...

what do you think
we should do?

I think I should go
and say goodbye to Brandon.

[sobbing]

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I'll be right outside.

Hi, Brandon.

How do you feel?

Yeah, I don't feel so hot
either.

Thanks for pushing me
out of the way of that car.

You saved my life.

If you want to know the truth

I'd rather have gotten hit.

[sniffles]

Brandon...

Dr. Frankel's
gonna give you something

to make you stay asleep.

When you wake up

you'll be in heaven.

Brandon, you're my best friend
in the whole world.

I'm really gonna miss you.

[sobbing]

No, Brandon,
this isn't right!

I can't give up!
I'm not gonna let you die!

You still have squirrels
to chase!

And bones to bury!

You're gonna be around
for a long, long time!

But first,
you've gotta wake up!

Brandon, wake up!

Please, Brandon!

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

[whining]

Brandon?

Brandon!

Henry, come, quick!

Brandon's awake!

Alright!

Good dog!

Good... dog!

You're a good dog!

From now on, you can eat
all the stamps you want.

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Angus...

has d*ed.

[sobs]

Oh, Mrs. Carney,
I'm so sorry.

Angus...

lived a very long...

full life.

But I'm happy for you, Punky.

Mrs. Carney,
are you gonna be okay?

Oh.

Don't worry about me,
I'm gonna be just fine.

Can we drive you home?

Um... no.

Thanks.

I think I'd like to walk.

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[sobbing]

Henry, there's something
I don't understand.

- What's that?
- How come Brandon woke up?

Well, maybe he-- he knows

how much you love him

and how much you'd miss him
if he were gone.

But Mrs. Carney loved Angus

just as much as I love Brandon

and she'll miss him
just as much.

How come Brandon lived
and Angus d*ed?

Punky, I...

I just don't know.

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Come on, Brandon!

Brandon,
we really missed you.

We certainly did.

In fact, I have a little
welcome home surprise for you.

I hope you'll like it.

Close your eyes.

Ta-da!

It's beautiful!

What do you think, Brandon?

[barks]

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