03x46 - Be Claws I Love You, Shelley

[bunniefuu]

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Owen: Such a good girl!

Yes, you are!

You cutesie, pootsie--

- Whatcha got there, Owen? - Oh, just my...

new dog.

- Whaaat? - No way!

- You aren't responsible enough to own a dog.

It requires hard-- Oh! Oof!

- Let me see! Let me see! Let me see!

- Her name is Shelley,

and I brought her in for show and tell-ey.

All: Whoa!

- Isn't she cute? - That's a lobster.

- Oh, is that the name of this hairless breed?

This is my first dog,

so I'm pretty new to all this stuff.

- So, um, where'd you get this uh... dog?

- My parents left her in the kitchen sink.

But they were probably giving her a bath,

and just forgot.

- Can your dog, uh, do any tricks?

- That's the best part!

She can do amazing tricks.

Just watch!

- This oughta be good. And by good, I mean bad.

- Okay, Shelley, sit.

Sit.

Sit, Shelley. Sit!

And... sit!

- I was right. - Give the dog a chance!

- You know, lobsters are ocean insects

that people eat with melted butter.

- (Laughs) Good one, Harold.

But who could eat anything with a face this adorable?

- (Snoring)

(Sniffing, snorts)

Am I smelling what I think I'm smelling?

Lobster? Mm-mm!

I love lobster.

Some might even call it a lobster problem,

but doctors refer to it as "lobster fever."

Thing is, when I'm around lobster,

I have, on occasion...

lost control.

More! More for Table Four!

- Sir, we closed three hours ago.

It's time for you to leave.

- How about you leave, while I help myself!

(Splash)

(Garbled) Lobster!

(Water splashes)

- Sir, please, control yourself!

- It got so bad,

I was banned from the seafood restaurant for a years.

So I'd use disguises to get my fill

of that delicious sea creature.

- Excuse me, sir, what are you doing?

- Uh, Emergency Lobster Repair Service.

Gonna have to take these two back to the shop.

- May I see your credentials?

- How about you show me your credentials?

- Aaaah! Ohhhh!

- While I run away!

(Chuckles)

There's no lobster at the daycare.

I must be dream-smelling. (Watch beeps)

(Sighs) Better go do my job.

- Sit, Shelley.

Like this, Shelley.

(Laughs)

She probably just wants to do her harder tricks.

Shelley, handstand. Back flip.

She can do this, I swear!

- Sure she can, buddy.

Chef: Kids, time for show and tell!

(Toy whirring)

- Cool balloon floaty thing, Harold.

- Chef, wait until you see

what Owen brought for show and tell.

- Now, now, I'm equally as excited

about every presentation,

which is, not at all. Go ahead, Owen.

- Okay, I want you to meet...

- (Sniffing) Great buttery sea queens,

is that-- - Okay, Shelley.

(Dramatic music plays)

- It's her!

- You know Shelley? - You could say that.

We almost had dinner together once.

One day, I saw the most glorious,

most delicious-est lobster of all!

- (Growls)

- Hey! We've got a swimmer!

(Alarm blares)

(Splashes)

(Whooshes)

- (Growls)

- I knew one day we'd meet again.

- What's happening?

- Chef's gonna eat Shelley.

- (Laughs) Nah!

You wouldn't do that,

would you, Chef?

- Not gonna lie, Owen, I'm gonna eat your friend.

- (Gasps) Shelley, run!

(Whooshes, thuds) - Ow!

- (Growls)

- Get back here, and into my mouth!

(Crashes)

(Landing thud)

- (Growls) - She's amazing!

- See? I told you she did tricks!

Shelley, look out!

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(Footstep thud)

Chef: Gotcha!

(Wheels rattle)

(Glass shatters)

(Splintering)

(Wheels rasps)

(Car starts)

(Tires squeal) - Shelley!

(Whimpers)

Chef's gonna eat my dog!

- Your dog is a lobster.

But don't worry, we can still stop Chef.

- I'm coming too, Shelley sounds delicious.

I mean, worth rescuing.

(Wheels rattle)

(Car rumbles)

- You're not gonna get away this time!

(Helicopter rotors b*at)

- Whoa! How does she know how to skateboard so well?

- She's really talented.

- (Gasps) Chef's catching up to her!

- Noah, get us over top of Chef.

Owen, get ready to jump!

- Got it!

Waaaah!

Right after I hook you into-- where'd he go?

- Aaaaaah!

Oh! Ow! Ow! Ooh! Aiee!

(Cow moos) Oh! Oh! Gee-aah!

Help!

(Engine roars) - I got you now!

- (Growls)

(Snarls)

- (Grunts) Oh, come on!

I promise I'll only take a few nibbles!

(Crashes)

- Chef, you have to stop!

(Whooshes)

(Wheels rattle)

(Whooshes)

(Money clinks)

(Engine revs)

(Money clinks)

- They've gotta be back in five or it's extra!

They said this business wouldn't work.

Look at me now, Dad!

- Shelley! (Bull bellows)

(Helicopter rotors b*at)

- They went into the sewers. Come on, Noah!

We gotta rescue Owen from that horned horse!

- That's a bull.

Am I the only one who knows his animals?!

- Sit, Toro! Stay, Toro!

Stop!

(Helicopter whirs)

Ow! Ah!

Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

- Just like coin prize surprise!

- Nice one!

- According to this sewer map app,

there's only one way they can go.

- Why do you even have that app?

- Cause I like to know where my poop goes.

Duh!

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- Mm-mmm!

I can already taste the melted buttery goodness--

Oof! - (Chuckles)

(Squeals)

(Water rushes)

(Splashes, expl*si*n booms)

(Whooshes through air)

(Growls)

(Engine roars)

(Splash)

- Oh no, I lost her!

(Tinkly ice cream truck music)

- Man, I am lost.

I don't see a playground anywhere!

(expl*si*n booms)

(Whooshes, thuds)

- Follow that lobster!

- I get paid to serve ice cream,

not to ask questions!

(Tires screech)

- There she is!

Noah: She can ride a motorcycle?

- How many times do I have to say it?

Shelley's very talented!

(Gasps) Shelley, look out!

(Engine revs)

(Ice cream splats)

- Hey! That's two bucks a scoop, buddy!

I'm keeping count.

- How about some soft serve?

(Helicopter whirs)

- Ohh! Chef!

Please stop. Stop!

- Quick! Use your wipers!

- Normally my job isn't this exciting.

- Ah! Oof! Ah! Guh!

(Motorcycle rumbles)

- Ah! Pull me up!

Gaaah!

(MacArthur and Chef scream)

(Splats)

MacArthur and Chef: Whoaaaaaaa!

- (Laughs)

(Gasps)

- Shelley!

(Engine revs)

(Clanks, thuds)

Good dog, Shelley! You lost them!

(Truck rumbles)

- Are you ready? - Ready for what?

Aaaaaah!

An ejector seat? Really?!

Gotcha! - (Screams)

- You eat that kid's lobster!

Eat it!

- There is something really wrong with that lady.

Flight Computer: (Beeps) Altitude! Altitude!

- Oh no! We're carrying too much weight!

- Oh no, look! A bridge!

- We'll never make it!

- I can almost taste you!

- Shelley! What do we do?

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- (Whimpers)

(Tender grunts)

- Nooo-ho-ho-ho! - Shellllley!

(Water splashes)

(Helicopter rotors b*at)

- Wow, that lobster was way heavier than it looked.

- Shelley's a true hero, and she drowned to save us.

- Um, lobsters can't drown.

- Yeah, they live underwater.

- She's alive? She's alive!

- Hey kids, I'll be back later. I've got, um...

a-a dentist appointment.

- Oh, I'm so happy Shelly's safe.

I wonder what she's doing right now.

(Claw rasps)

- (Growls)

(Claw slices)

(Birds chirp)

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