02x02 - Too Much Monkey Business/Doggie

[bunniefuu]

[theme music playing]

[shrieks]

We hope you enjoyed your stay

at the Royal Gate Hotel.

[exclaims]

Where are you going?

You work here.

That mouse!

Keep him out like your job

depends on it.

[whooshing]

[camera shutter clicking]

Oh, my gosh.

The Rick Royce?

Let me take your coat.

I love you so much.

Biggest fan.

Welcome to

the Royal G-- [gasps]

-You have

the prettiest teeth.

-[chimes]

Well, if it isn't the famous

rock star, Rick Royce.

Normally we're delighted

to host celebrities here

at the Royal Gate Hotel.

But it seems to me

the last time you stayed here,

you left an expensive

amount of damage.

[sighs] We all make mistakes.

Fair enough.

But it wasn't me, mate.

It was me monkey.

Yeah, he used to be

a real troublemaker,

but he completed

his behavior training,

and now he's

a perfect gentleman,

he is.

[softly] Just don't let him

near any bananas.

Bananas make him go,

you know, bananas.

Ugh! Well, we'll

book you for the night

and see how it goes.

And Thomas will do

his level best

to keep every banana

in the building

under lock and key.

Thanks, mate.

The boss said you'd keep

Barbells company

while I rest up

for me gig.

[yawns]

[Rick snoring]

[sighs]

[knocking on door]

[chattering excitedly]

[inhales and exhales]

[exhales]

[chattering]

[panting]

[shrieks]

[burps]

[shrieks]

[whooshing]

[chattering]

[screams]

[chattering]

-[electricity crackling]

-[screams]

[screams]

[gasps] Tom!

We hope you enjoyed your stay

at the Royal Gate Hotel.

[exclaims excitedly]

[laughing]

[theme music playing]

[racy instrumental music]

[shrieks]

[instrumental music playing]

Don't look so confused.

I'm just training

for the Doggie Championship.

That's where dogs from all over

gather to see

who's the World's Best Dog.

There's a bunch of big events,

like jumping the fence,

catching the disk.

Burying the bone.

And last but not least,

tail wagging competition.

8.5 seconds.

That's a personal best.

I gotta win.

This year's champion

gets a year's supply

of T-bone steaks.

Gotta run through the

course again.

I bet I can still

shave off time.

[amusing instrumental

music playing]

[yells]

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow,

ow, ow, ow, ow!

You numbskulls.

Now I can't compete

in the Doggie Championship.

No, you're not getting away

that easy.

You guys got me knocked out

of the contest.

That means you're on the hook

to help me win anyways.

[laughing]

I don't care if you don't like

the costume.

It's got to be a dog to enter,

so get used to it.

We've only got 24 hours

to turn you into

the Best Dog in the World.

Let's get to work.

For the first event,

you'll have to sit, pant

and play dead.

Got it?

Now, sit.

[disgusted sigh] Sit!

You're supposed to be a dog.

Good. Now pant.

-[meows]

-[laughs]

No! Put your lungs into it.

Pant!

[panting]

Play dead!

[choking]

[dramatic music playing]

It's a dog championship,

not a Broadway audition.

In the next competition,

every dog has to catch

a disk in his mouth.

Think you can do that?

What do you mean, "No?"

What kind of attitude is that?

Get out there and catch this

or else

[amusing instrumental

music playing]

Okay, good try.

Here's another one.

Just catch it.

I said, "Catch it,"

not "Eat it."

[burps]

It's hopeless.

There's no way this'll work.

There goes my year

of T-bone steaks.

[racy instrumental music]

[shrieks]

That's it. That's the answer.

[male announcer] Welcome to

the Doggie Championship,

where dogs from

around the globe

compete to be the world's

primo pooch.

Now remember, as long as

Tom is chasing you,

he's the greatest dog

in the world.

But if he ain't, he ain't.

So when the race starts,

just make sure

he keeps chasing you.

Got it?

[announcer] And now get ready

for the first event.

Destroying the couch.

[whistles]

On your bark, set, go!

[dramatic music playing]

[announcer] The winner is

Tom, the Dog.

[audience applauding]

The next event:

Knocking over the trash cans.

Go!

[shrieks]

[clanging]

Once again,

the winner is Tom, the Dog.

Who's a good boy, eh folks?

And now it's time for:

Digging up the flower garden.

[comical instrumental

music playing]

Go!

[amusing instrumental

music playing]

Great Dane in the morning.

We have a counterfeit

canine on our hands.

Tom, the Dog

is really a pussycat.

-Clearly, this little kitty

is disqualified.

-[crowd booing]

What have I done?

He's dead meat out there.

Sprain or no sprain.

I can't let this stand.

[amusing instrumental

music playing]

[announcer] A latecomer

has taken the field.

And he's running the course

in record time.

The rest of the pack

are eating his dust.

[amusing instrumental

music playing]

What a catch!

Folks, we have a new

Doggie Championship winner.

One for the record books.

Well, we all worked together

in this, and that's rare.

Just like this big juicy steak.

I say we divide it

in three equal shares.

[comical instrumental

music playing]

Looks like we went

from the thrill of victory,

to the agony of the meat.

Come back here!

Wake up to the awesome side ♪

Of ground and trees

All dressed in white ♪

It's snow ♪

Snow ♪

Grab my scarf

And mittens, too ♪

It's cold outside

But much to do ♪

In snow ♪

Snow ♪

There's something going on

The world is covered in white ♪

Let's build a snowman

And start a snowball fight ♪

Snow, whoa-oh-whoa ♪

Come on, come on

Let's play ♪

Snow, whoa-oh-whoa ♪

Haven't got all day ♪

[screams]

Snow, whoa-oh-whoa ♪

Falling from the sky ♪

Snow, whoa-oh-whoa ♪

Let's start

A snowball fight ♪

[laughs]

[clank]

[coughs]

[whooshing]

[thunder rumbling]

[coughs]

It's time to head home ♪

Everything is still okay ♪

Thank you for the snow ♪

It brought such joy

On this cold day ♪

[thunder rumbling]

[Toodles] Tom,

you really know how

to make a girl feel special.

Finally, a date

with just the two of us.

You, me,

and an overpriced latte.

[crunching]

Tom! Ugh!

[groans]

Lattes are for guests only.

Tom, this is

the last straw.

It's just one more

romantic evening ruined.

I just don't understand

the appeal of chasing

after dirty rodents.

I'm going

to come over tomorrow

and you're going to show me

what's so special

about catching mice.

Okay. I'm ready

for our mouse hunt.

I've got mousetraps,

a net, night vision goggles.

[laughing]

I did some research.

It seems mice will use

air vents to escape.

[gasps]

Tom, you found me!

I've been lost in

those cushions for days.

[horn blares]

Loud noises can

disrupt their balance

and make

catching them easy.

You want to show me

a better way to catch mice?

Okay.

Tom, wait,

it's too dangerous.

Wow. Catching mice is fun.

I guess I understand

why you like it so much.

Let's do it again.

Are you ready?

Now run.

Hup! Hup! Hup!

[grunts]

Hi-yah!

Gotcha!

That was easy.

I'm feeling generous.

You get a second chance.

I thought I hated water.

This is fun. Wanna go again?

[elevator dings]

Phew! That's a lot of stairs.

Three for three!

Well, I'm gonna

let you go again,

but I think you owe me one

right now, yes?

Wow, Tom,

I just realized that

I've been having

all the fun catching Jerry,

and haven't given you

much of a chance.

Would you like a turn?

Oops! He got away.

Tom, I can't

keep this up all day.

You've got to go after him.

[elevator dings]

[crashing]

I'm afraid

I haven't seen him.

He's not out here.

[object shatters]

I knew I learned

from the best.

[kisses]

Tom, we've earned

a night out.

There's always tomorrow.

[theme music playing]