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Rise and shine!

Honey, 6:45. Wow!

Oh, god. It makes me look fat, doesn't it?

No, it makes you look great.

Really? Thank you, honey.

Rise and shine. Rise and shine.

Brennan. Time to get up.

Look out! What happened?

Sorry. Thought it was an earthquake.

First day of school, guy.

You know, I reviewed all
my classes last night on-line.

I could do the entire
seventh grade from my desk...

Without ever having to go to school.

Wow. — so, can I?

- Sure.
- Really?

When pigs fly!

- — Morning, daddy.
- Morning, honey. Nervous?

Nope. One sandwich,
lettuce and avocado, mustard only...

Sliced apple, three cookies, a jell-o...

String cheese, a spoon and a napkin.

- And a blue ice block.
- — what are you talking about?

- My lunch, dad.
- Lunch. Right.

- — Okay. Got it.
- Dad, relax.

Don't freak out on your first Mr. Mom day.

Lunches are easy.

I'll help you.
You'll get the hang of it. Go on.

- — Go on.
- Okay.

Oh, no. Beethoven!

Oh, no.

Not again. Honey, don't use the—-

who took the toilet seat?

Beethoven!

Come on, kids. Let's go.

- See you. Take care of dad.
- 'Bye, Beethoven.

- Brennan, you want to start the car?
- — yeah. Later, dad.

-'Bye, dad. —'bye. Good luck.

Honey, you look great.
They're gonna love you.

Honey, don't forget.

It's only till George
comes back from Europe.

I know, but it just seems so unfair
that he's staying with us...

When there's so many skiers in the alps
he could be rescuing.

Okay, wish me luck.

Good luck, but you're not gonna need it.

You are sleeping outside from...

Now until eternity!

Splendid, splendid. But you missed a spot.

Sorry, Mr. Simmons.

Yes, I should think so, too.

Michelangelo.

Wa key, wa key.

It's breakfast time, my lad.

What have we got?
Eggs and backey? Not quite.

Vegetarian breakfast, as usual.

There we are. Lovely.

All done?

- Morning, dad.
- — morning, honey.

- Push «enter.» —»enter»?

Thanks, honey.

- It's a new portable modem.
- Neat, huh?

- —Yeah, dad.
- All right. I'm hot.

I am very excited.
I'm gonna tell the design guys about this!

Dad, wait!

Dad! Dad, wait!

Your socks don't match.

Well, when you own the company,
nobody mentions it.

But, dad!

You said you'd push me
on my roller blades today. Remember?

No. I said tomorrow.

Yeah, but you said that yesterday.

Good morning, sir. Microsedge stock is up
three and one-eighth.

All right. That's good. That's good.

Simmons, you hold down the fort
while I'm off making more millions.

As usual, sir.

Oh, no! Mr. Sedgwick!

I'm ready.

Morning, Michelangelo.

- Morning, miss Sedgwick.
- — morning, Simmons.

Hey, good boy. Here you go.

I know you like it.
— oh, no, please! Miss Madison...

No meat products. You'll give him gas.

And that would be most unpleasant.

Don't tempt Michelangelo, Madison.

You know what his psychic nutritionist
said about bacon.

- One piece. She'll never know.
- She knows already.

I love breakfast! I'll tell you, Simmons.

Buying sedgefood. Com
was the best thing reg ever did.

Oh, yes, madam. Convenience above all.

Mom, aren't you gonna have
some real breakfast?

I can't.
I got a nude sit—in against fur at 10:00.

Any extra weight is gonna be
pretty obvious in my birthday suit.

Simmons, call my attorney.

Have one of his people, a woman,
bail me out around 11:00.

Yes, ma'am.

- — Mom, can I start riding lessons today?
- Madison.

I don't know. I have issues with
the whole humans—on—horses situation.

Then, may I have a friend over
after school?

Not «may I? Can I?»
you empower yourself, maddy.

You don't need anyone's permission.

Well, then, can I? — no...

Because your trainer is coming
when your reflexologist leaves.

And when he's done,
you've got an aromatherapy session.

We'll talk later.
How do I look? It doesn't matter.

It's all for the cause. 'Bye! 'Bye!

Wanna pull me
on my roller blades, Michelangelo?

- No, please. Madison.

Not while Michelangelo is meditating.

- This doesn't belong
in a greeting card.

It belongs in a museum.

«roses are red, violets are blue

«I'm sad and lonely because of you»

all right, it's lame. I
don't write this stuff.

But the illustration's good.

That's why they pay me
the low-to—medium—size bucks.

This is the first in a whole newline.

If they like this one, I get 'em all.

Stay!

Do not touch anything.

Do not breathe on anything.

Come to papa.

This is a big opportunity for me...

And now the painting's a total loss.

After Brennan
spent so many hours posing for it.

Dad, he didn't mean to-...

Sara, your father has the floor.

- Richard, go ahead.
- — my deadline was already tight, but now-...

Time's up, dad.

The pot roast would have been excellent.

- — The Mac and cheese was tasty.
- Yeah.

Really!

Do you think you can fix the painting?

In time, which I don't have.

Plus, it sort of hurts
to hold a paintbrush.

Well, that brings us to new business.

I had a few extra minutes
at work today, and...

I decided to run some numbers.

As you can see...

»b.b.» means «before Beethoven.»

«a.b.» means «after Beethoven.»

now, I really think
the chart speaks for itself.

This dog is really costing us...

And I didn't even figure in
the latest fiasco.

- Point of clarification?
- Yes.

- What's a fiasco?
- It's a disaster, a farce, a breakdown.

0h, honey.

I know you've gotten attached
to Beethoven. I mean, we all have.

But I just don't think
there's enough room in this household...

For a dog like Beethoven.

- In fact,
I don't think there's a household...

With room enough in the entire universe
for a dog like Beethoven.

Sorry, mom. Time's up.

I guess that concludes the family meeting!

I love these intimate family gatherings.

What do you think mom meant
by the house not being big enough?

- Well, I think it means she's
thinking about getting rid of Beethoven.

Come on. Get over it.
I mean, he's not even our real dog anyway.

I know. You don't have to remind me.

Maybe now's a good time
to hit 'em up for a new pet.

Something a little smaller, like a cow?

Phoebe's out.

- I wish we brought Beethoven.
- — oh, no, the gate.

- Beethoven! — Beethoven, help!

Brennan! What do we do?

- — Yes!
- Come on, Sara. Let's go.

Thanks, Beethoven. Come on, boy.

We can't let him go. We need a plan.

Okay, okay. Give me a couple
of days, and I'll think of something.

That's okay. I was finished.

Guess what, Sara.
I'm about to put the cookies in the oven.

They're gonna be warm and chewy,
and you can't have any!

Sorry, dad. Current events.

- Oh, no!

Who let the dog in?

You're not helping your case here, pal.

Oatmeal-drop cookies.

So, did you think of a plan?

It's only been three days. Give me a break.

Besides, I'm really behind
on my math homework.

I knew you wouldn't have a plan.

So, here, I do have a plan.

Look at this!

Hi, honey.

Don't you dare!

- Beethoven!
- Oh, no!

Beethoven barfed all over me!

How gross is that?

Okay, my math homework, one semester.

A whole semester? Forget it, then.

Fine. See you, Beethoven.

Fine! One semester.

Oh, great.

That's fabulous. All right.

I'll let you know. Okay.

- — They gonna take him?
- Well, if we want to.

They're really gonna miss him.

He was never gonna be able
to stay with us forever.

- Sooner or later, they'll have to miss him.
- I guess.

0h, Richard.

They're a really nice family.
They live on a huge farm.

I mean,
Beethoven will have chickens to chase...

Barns to burn and cows to stampede.

He'll be in heaven.

You're right, as usual.

So, that settles it.

You tell the kids
we 're getting rid of Beethoven.

Thanks, honey. Gotta work.

Speaking of chickens...

Get rid of him!

- Hello, bill.
- Beth!

Good to see you.

So, I suppose you're looking for Richard.

Well, I think I might
be able to find him...

For you around here somewhere.

So, I'll do that.

Why don't you sit down?

Richard! Bill's here!

Richard? Richard!

- Over here.

- What are you doing?

He's here for the painting,
the one Beethoven ruined.

- So?

I haven't fixed it yet. — what?

Why? Richard!

Because I thought
he was coming next week.

Who's this?

«I don't need to write things down
in a notebook...

«...because I have a photographic memory.»

you were right. I was wrong.

Can we discuss this later, please?
Honey, go stall him.

This is not my responsibility.
— what?

You said, «I want to go back to work,
spread my wings, challenge myself.»

did I say no? No, I said, «okay, honey.

«I'll stay home, convert the garage
into a studio, be a freelancer.

«I'll cook, I'll clean,
I'll handle the kids.»

and all ask in return...

Is if I'm ever late for a deadline,
and the client shows up unexpectedly...

That you stall him
while I try to figure out what to do.

Remember?

I remember the first part. I don't
remember the stall-your-boss part.

Okay, fine. I'll beg.

Is that what you want me to do? I'll beg.

Richard, please. — please!

You stunning, sexy,
gorgeous, perfect woman!

Stall him for me!

Please.

Bill, do you want some coffee?

- Yeah, cream and sugar. Thanks!
- What are you gonna do?

I don't know. Stall him.

Melinda.
Your dog's gonna do fine.

Thanks. Come on, boy.

Why me?

Come on, girl.

- Beethoven!
- Hold on to him, Sara.

Hi!

What's his name?

Beethoven. — stay, stay!

- Down.
- Good dog.

- — Sit, sit, sit. Good dog.
- Beethoven!

We have our work cut out for us, don't we?

- — Do you think you could teach him to obey?
- Me?

Oh, no, my dear.
That's my husband's department.

Sgt. Rutledge.

He's a genius with dogs.

He was with the canine corps for years.

Why, during the war, he was...

That'll do, Mrs. Rutledge.

Dear, this is Beethoven.

Children would like you
to teach him to obey.

It will be a pleasure.

More coffee, bill?

No, thanks.

I was so sorry to hear
about you and Susan.

We had our problems.

When's the big day for you and Sharon?

Next month. Small ceremony.

I guess you'll be hiring
a new secretary, then.

You know, this is ridiculous.

I've got a meeting with
the art director at 1:00.

And I need to have that painting.

Is Richard out there?

Richard? Richard. Buddy?

Bill, wait!

What in the hell is that?

Well, bill, I was thinking.

All our cards are for people, right?

From people and to people.

Well, they're the ones who buy them.

But what about the people who...

Don't have anyone to send a card to?

I'm listening.

You're missing
a whole segment of the public.

People who don't have anyone
to send a card to...

And people who don't have
anyone to get a card from.

Right!

So, Richard was thinking...

I was thinking...

Those people don't have people.

But they do have animals.

This is the first in a line of cards...

That people can send themselves...

From their pets!

«dear master:

«I painted you a birthday card

«and it's a real dead ringer

«but it's awful hard to paint
'cause I don't have thumbs or fingers»

Okay, I love it!

He loves it!

He loves it! — he loves it?

Welcome to the good boy
dog obedience school...

Where there is no such thing,
no, as a bad dog.

Only stubborn ones.

When you and your precious
pooches leave this class...

You will leave side by side.

You, the master,
your dog, your faithful servant...

Without leashes.

I expect every dog to pay attention.

Are you a hard case, boy?

Is he a hard case?

I don't know.

I've been training the canine species
for 27 years, son.

I think I know an attitude problem
when I see one.

This is how we handle the hard case,
people. Pay attention.

Or, you know, you can have cards
pets could send to each other.

You know, like a dog
could send a cat a get well soon card.

Or love letters for rabbits.

Happy groundhog day cards, bill.

Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself.

Okay, that's brilliant. We need to have
our lawyers talk on Monday.

We got a percentage deal to work out.

Ciao, baby!

- Ciao.
- Ciao.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah!

Say my name, say my name!
— Richard!

That's a step in the right direction.

And the amazing thing is,
I owe it all to Beethoven.

This is an obstacle course.

When I'm finished with your dogs,
they'll be able to negotiate this course...

Automatically!

It may seem difficult at first,
but don't give up.

You are the master.

Your dog must obey.

Over!

This is one of the commands
that you'll be learning.

Our friend here just doesn't know it yet.

Not too smart, are you, pal?

Okay, pal, I guess we're
going to do this the hard way.

- — Go! Go on, Beethoven!
- Students, one last thing:

Never let go of the leash.

Over!

Now, what we have—-

wait, wait, wait!

Wait!

Stop! Stay, stay!

Heel! Roll over! Fetch!

This means war.

Reg, can you just
put that thing away for once?

Just e-mailing ahead
to make sure the pro's ready.

Maddy, Simmons
has taken Michelangelo to the groomer's.

But your feng shui instructor
will be here soon.

But, mom, dad said
he would roller—blade with me today.

Honey, she's right.

What the heck is that?

Thanks, honey.

- — Reg, what are you doing?
- I was going roller-blading with maddy.

We're playing tennis.

Madison has a very full schedule,
just like we do.

Sweetheart, don't forget.

Your Taiwanese slap-fighting
instructor will be here at 4:00. 'Bye!

He was pretty nice about it, actually.

- Yeah. He just didn't want
to give me my money.

You know what?
No math grade is worth this humiliation.

I quit. You're on your own.

Hi. Am I too late for class?

You just...

- You just missed it. — darn.

Well, is it every week?

Yeah. You can sign up over there.

Okay, great. Thanks.

I guess I'll see you next weekend.

Great dog.

Too bad you won't be there.

What are you talking about?
I love dog training school.

We've got to practice a lot next week.

So Beethoven doesn't do anything stupid.

- Speaking of stupid,
you should practice talking.

- Shut up.
- You shut up.

No, you shut up.

- Here we are, Michelangelo.

Time for your lovely bath.
Good boy. Out you come.

Time for your beauty treatment.

Guillermo. Thank you so much
for meeting me halfway.

I had a million things to do
and no time to do them.

Is no problem, Simmons.

I do anything for you,
my burly little muscle dog.

You're so brave and big and strong.

You know what you should do? You—-

just the premium wash and wax.
No air freshener.

Is perfume, not «air freshener.»

I'm sorry. I get defensive.
It's my own formula.

I call it ck9.

Get it? «k9»?

I get it for you.
You smell yourself. Hold a minute.

Don't make a sound.

Give me the leash.
— my word. Is this a robbery?

Yeah, that's right.

Come on, pooch.

- Okay, I have two-— mon dieu!

Simmons, what has happened to you?

That rotten scoundrel,
he's stolen Michelangelo.

- Michelangelo!

Run!
— no, come back! No! Come back!

Come back, you stupid, come here!

I'll bet you this is part of the problem.
His collar's too tight.

No, really?

- Mustard and onions with relish,
mustard and onions...

- Beethoven!
- — come back, Beethoven!

Stop, dog, stop!

- Beethoven!

My goodness!

- Come back! Come back!

- Beethoven!

Where'd he go?

Wait!

- What's this?

- Come back! Come back!

- Beethoven!

Michelangelo!

Michelangelo, stop!

Michelangelo!

Stop that!

Give up those links, boy.

Your cholesterol will go through the roof.

What has got into you?
You're being a very naughty boy.

Come along.

Michelangelo, when I get you home,
you are grounded.

- Beethoven!
- He's got to be here somewhere.

Beethoven, where are you?

Beethoven!

Come on, boy.

Beethoven, don't you ever do that again.

Michelangelo,
that was a stinker.

Egads.

Michelangelo!

Smelly!

I told you not to eat those hot dogs.

Now you smell like beef by-products.

Appetizer, sir?

Vittles?

Come along. Come along.

Hello? Michelangelo. Michelangelo!

Are you daydreaming? Come along.

Goodness me.

What's gotten into you?
You're not yourself at all.

Come along.

You can just sit there
and use this 15 minutes time—out...

To think about how
utterly reprehensible...

Your behavior was today.

I'm going to go upstairs,
change my trousers...

Get this doggy grease off me.

Beefy breath!

And I'm canceling your massage.

No! Not on the floor!

Come on, Beethoven.

- Did you see what hejust did?
- No.

- Looks great, dad.
- — thank you, sweetheart.

No, you don't.

- He just picked up my napkin.
- I told you he was smart.

He folded your napkin.

That's beyond smart.

It's weird.

- You know what's really weird?

I don't think he's drooling anymore.

That's weird.

Is it Thanksgiving?

Of course not, maddy. Why?

Because we're all eating together.

Maddy, that's a good one.

But, you know, I think inappropriate.

Say you're sorry, honey.

Sorry, mom.

I thought it would be nice for us
to have a typical sedgefood family meal.

Reg, did I tell you
that fur company we picketed closed?

- I know. We owned it.

- How could we?
- It's against everything we believe in.

We just acquired it a few years ago.

I could have had free furs all this time,
and you never told me?

- — Martha, you're against fur.
- Yeah, now, but I didn't used to be!

De-fatted, unsalted,
cholesterol-free...

Organic porcine pot roast.

Was it free—range?

It was a pig, ma'am.

I'm not sure how far they'd go
if they were given free range.

Maybe the semolina,
faux meat Patty, Simmons.

- As you wish, ma'am.

Sorry.

Michelangelo, would you be so kind
as to get that napkin?

Michelangelo. Michelangelo, no.

Get back! Get back!

Simmons!

That wasn't the bell, was it?

My god. That's going to leave a Mark.

One foot in front of the other.
There we go. Steady up.

Don't stand there, for heaven's sake!

Get the pot roast away from him!
He'll break out in hives!

Michelangelo...

I was having a bad dream.

Did I wake you?

Want to come sleep with me?

Come on.

Okay!

Let's see who's done their homework.

How about my obstacle course buddy?

Drop the leash, son.

I don't think that's such a good idea, sir.

Last week, due to...

Circumstances beyond my control...

I was unable to tell you
all the commands...

You will be learning in this class.

Commands such as...

Sit.

Down.

Come.

And of course...

."Heel

therefore,
in order to test your dog's skills...

My wife, Florence Rutledge,
has lovingly designed...

The obstacle course...

Which represents real—life situations...

You and your canine
might actually encounter...

In real life.

The tunnel...

One of the more difficult trials
in which only one in 100...

Untrained dogs
can successfully negotiate.

The a—frame, perhaps...

A dangerous sand dune at the beach.

On a busy summer day.

Kids screaming everywhere.

Can you trust your canine
not to bolt into the crowd...

And make off with a 3-year-old kid
for lunch?

The double—jump, perhaps...

Your neighbor's hedge.

Over which your dog might have to hurtle
to save you from a...

Black cat.

It's happened before. The teeter.

A lot like, well,
I'm not sure about that one.

Florence likes teeters, so she put it in.

And of course, the suspended foam donut.

Impossible for amateurs to negotiate
without proper training.

Don't even try it.

Yes, people,
it's not going to happen overnight.

But with a lot of hard work and Patience...

Even a dog who's two bones short
of a stew...

Will learn to obey.

And...

Before this class is over...

Big guy...

You will be trained so well...

That you will execute
each and every obstacle...

As if it were a walk in the park.

I promise you that.

Dismissed!

Your attention please
to the podium. Thank you.

Ladies...

You were invited here today...

Because you've been at the forefront
in your concern for the environment...

And your willingness to embrace
new methods of conservation.

The idea of drinking toilet water
is a new one to be sure.

But it's the wave of the future!

Come on, ladies, don't be shy.

Bottoms up, so to speak.

Stop!

Stop!

Michelangelo, what are you doing?

Stop it, heel!

What are you doing?

Michelangelo, stop!

Oh, no.

Come here, madam, you're all wet!

Michelangelo, stay! Heel!

Crikey!

My god!

He's having an anxiety attack!

Come here, got you.

That went well, didn't it? Idiot.

Shut up, haven't you done enough?
Come on.

- You have no idea
how traumatic it was, doctor.

The deeply buried feelings
that dredged up-...

I just had a flash.

Do you think I had issues
with potty training when I was a child?

Mrs. Sedgwick, would you please sit up?

This is Michelangelo's appointment.

Of course.

I see there's a lot of hostility today.

That's just it, doctor.
All that hostility, all that acting out.

It's all so sudden.
Where is it coming from?

- Do you want to know what I think?
- Of course.

I think Michelangelo
is reacting to a lack of affection.

Well, that's ridiculous.

I'm fairly sure
my daughter gives him affection.

- You're «fairly sure»?
- — well, I've seen them together.

Do you give Michelangelo affection?
Physical affection.

- — I try to give him his space.
- What about your daughter?

- Well, I told you, I'm fairly sure-—
— no, no.

I mean,
do you give your daughter affection?

Dr. Brothers, as you pointed out,
this is Michelangelo's appointment.

Mrs. Sedgwick, I think
the problem is deeper than Michelangelo.

He's merely the first one
to exhibit symptoms.

- What are you writing now?
- Notes for my new book.

When you people fell out of the stupid
tree, you hit every branch on the way down.

Heel.

Good boy.

Brennan, look! Can you believe this?

I don't know what it is.
My dogjust can't seem to learn anything.

I wish he was more like Beethoven.

Well, it didn't just happen overnight.

You just, you know, gotta keep at it...

And eventually it'll all come together.

You just gotta...

Be patient, mostly,
and a lot of hard work and stuff.

Thanks.

- Well, I gotta go.
- — I gotta go, too.

- 'Bye.
- — I guess I'll see you later, then.

- It's just incredible, that's all.
- Top student in the class.

A beautiful girl likes me.

- It doesn't work that way in high school.
- Are you worried about Beethoven?

Real worried...

He'll turn me into such a babe magnet,
I won't have time to eat or sleep.

Brennan, I mean it.

Beethoven's not the same dog
he used to be.

What are you talking about?
I mean, all our problems are over.

Beethoven's finally learning how to obey.

Mom's cooled off about
sending him off to some farm.

My math grades have never been better.

- Brennan, I mean it.
- I think he's totally fine, okay?

Come on.

Phoebe again.

Don't worry about it.
Go on, do your stuff, boy.

- Beethoven!
- Where are you going?

- Beethoven! — run, Sara, run!

- Beethoven!
- — get back here, you weenie!

Beethoven, I know I haven't
always been your biggest fan...

But I can see you're working hard
to fit in.

Honey, do you think he's okay?

- Are you kidding?
- If anybody's okay, it's Beethoven.

He's not making a mess
or chasing the mailman.

He's not even drooling.

Sure, 'cause all he does
is lie around all day.

Well, then I guess he'sjust civilized.

No! No, see, that's no good.
I need him to do something.

- Like what?
- I don't know.

Anything. I need his inspiration.

Come on, boy. Pee on the rug.

Just like old times. Pee on the rug.

I'm counting on him to give me ideas
for this new pet card thing.

I'm dying out there, honey.
Come on, boy. Come on!

Come on, boy, jump on the couch.
Rip up a pillow!

Martha, I don't see what the problem is.

He seems perfectly all right.

- He attacked your personal trainer.
- — that's fine with me.

The man was making me do leg lifts.

I'm sorry.
I just don't see how this concerns us.

I mean, can't the staff handle this?

This isn't about the staff.
It's about the family.

- I think Madison should be here.
- You're absolutely right.

- — Hi, mom. Hi, dad.
- Come in, honey.

I would think you'd want
to protect your investment.

Michelangelo doesn't show anymore, but
we could make money putting him out to...

S—t-u—d.

Besides, if you recall,
we originally bought him as a family pet.

All right.

What did Dr. Brothers
think that we should do?

We have to bring out
Michelangelo's inner puppy.

- Good night, nurse.
- Reg!

All right, fine. How?

- Excuse me?
- Run.

Play. Throw old tennis balls.

The things real people do
with their real pets.

Sounds like fun, doesn't it, boy?

- I don't know how to cavort. — well,
I don't either. It's pathetic, isn't it?

He wants to teach you how to play.
Here, dad. Catch.

- 'Bye, dad.
- Ham, cheese, pickle on the side.

'Bye, dad.

Mustard only, lettuce and avocado,
sliced apple, three cookies, jell—o...

String cheese,
spoon, napkin and a blue ice block.

You got it.

- — I guess I'll go to work.
- Okay.

- All right.
- See ya.

'Bye, Beethoven.

I knew it.

She'd never admit it in a million years...

But she misses
the slobbering old Beethoven, too.

Well, guess what, buddy.
He's coming back.

Just like mama used to make!

Are you okay?

Sorry I brought the book club!

- Come on. Come on.

A fragrant bouquet.

It's subtle, yet brazen.

Richard, what are you doing?

Nothing. Why?

One, two, three. Hit the deck!

No, you don't! Come back!

Wow, mom.
I didn't know you knew how to cook bacon.

Well, I'm sad to say
there's a lot about me you don't know.

Anyway...

- — ...it's not real bacon.
- Really?

'Cause...

Boy, it sure tastes like the real stuff.

I thought the three of us...

Could take Michelangelo
and try out the trail by the reservoir.

- Cool. Okay.
- That would be cool.

Okay. I'll have Simmons
bring the car around.

I am here, sir.

Nice job, Simmons.

- Simmons, bring the car around.
- — It would make my day, sir.

Nigel, it's me.

Me, you idiot.

Listen to me.

They're going hiking
with the dog at the reservoir.

No, not biking. Hiking.

Yes. The dog. Meet me at the reservoir.

Yes, right now, idiot.

I didn't want to dirty any glasses.

- 'Bye, mom. 'Bye, dad.
- 'Bye, mom. 'Bye, dad.

Guys, wait. Honey, sit down here.

Beethoven and I have something
to show you.

- Say good-bye. — what?

Go on. Tel! Beethoven good-bye.

Good-bye.

- I thought he was over that!
- — me, too.

Slobber, drool everywhere. Isn't it great?

Ask me again when I dry off.

We were so close!

So close? What do you mean?

Well, we didn't want
to tell you till it was over, but...

We've been taking Beethoven
to obedience school.

- — What?
- Yeah.

Well, that explains a few things.

But why? Why would you—-

because we wanted to keep him.

And we figured if he was acting better,
then maybe we could.

Well, you did a good job.

Almost too good.

So, can we keep him?

Okay, he can stay.

- — Yes!
- All right!

Thanks, mom! Guess what.

- — Beethoven's valedictorian of his class.
- No kidding?

Hey, where'd he go?

He's drinking from the toilet!

He's downing the whole bowl!

Keep drinking, boy.
I'm gonna get my sketch pad.

- — Go get Beethoven out of the bathroom.
- Right.

That's weird.

All right. Come on. There.

Look at him Mark the trail, Martha?
Those were the days.

You know, when I was a kid,
my dad took us out west in a land yacht.

- What's that? — a motor home.

That sounds like fun.
— It was great fun.

How about you, boy?

You've never been on vacation
in a motor home, have you?

- I don't know if you saw
the signs back there, but it clearly said—-

get in the car! Get in the car!
Put on your seat belt!

Let's go! Go!

Daddy!

That's horrible! Stop it!

He's got Michelangelo!

Yes, it is part
of the FBI internship program.

Two buttermilk,
two chocolate with rainbow sprinkles...

Fourjelly—filled, and
go to krispy kreme.

We get a discount there.
Put the box in my car.

Yeah, with two coffees. No sugar.

The car is registered
to someone named Nigel Bigelow.

Nigel.
The car is registered to Nigel Bigelow.

It's Nigel Bigelow.

- Right. Whatever.

Didn't even bother
to remove the plates from the vehicle.

That's pretty sloppy.

Now, the local cops have
his apartment staked out.

He knows that we made him,
since he abandoned his vehicle.

So chances are
that he returns there are pretty slim.

All we can do is sit and wait.

I hate to mention this
under the circumstances, sir, but...

I do have that doctor's appointment.

Absolutely, Simmons.

You've done enough for one day.

I mean, if that's all right with you guys.

Yeah, sure, sure.
It's best to keep to a normal routine.

We don't think that Bigelow
has an accomplice but...

He could be watching the house.

Very good, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Here you are, miss Madison.

Well, cheerio.

Back! Back, dog! Back! Nice dog!

Back in your room. Back in your room.

Don't... get...

Get back in the room!

Well, Nigel...

I see you have command of the situation,
as usual.

- You lied.
- You said he weren't a killer.

He's not a killer. You are an oaf.

Whatever. Just get rid of him.
— come on, Michelangelo.

- And make sure you lock the door!
- What are you doing with the chicken?

Have I told you how much I...

Loathe giving you your kibble
morning, noon and night?

No? Well, let me show you.

Lunch is served, sir.

That wasn't too difficult, was it?

You can come down now, Nigel.
The killer doggie is safely put away.

Yeah, well, that's okay for you...

But the bathroom's in there,
eventually I'll have to use it.

Now listen to me.

If we can get through this
without you leaping on the furniture...

Every time the dog decides
to behave like a dog...

Then you can go to the bathroom
on the afternoon flight to Rio de Janeiro.

Why?

Right. Because we're going
to Brazil this afternoon.

I remember.
I packed my maracas. I can use—-

shut up and read this. It's your lines.

Glasses.

Come on.

- It wasn't me. It was the whoopie.
- — phone.

Hello?

Hello?

Speak clearly.

- Ransom note.
- The puppy, you twit!

I have your dog.

Put 250,000 in a plain paper bag...

Behind the statue in civic center park.
No police.

You have till4:00 «pumm» today.

Pm, you twit!

4:00 P.M., you twit.

250,000 what?

-250,000 dollars. — dollars?

- — Dollars.
- By 4:00?

And make it all in unmarked
twenty-dollar bills.

I don't know if! Can do that.

If you ever
want to see that mutt again...

You'll do exactly what I say.

No police. No mistakes.

- You put him on the phone.
- I want to talk to him.

- He's okay.
- — all right. Just don't hurt him.

Did you just—-
- no. No, I didn't.

It was the dog. 4:00 pm.

Where are you going?
— I'm going to the bank.

I told him, didn't I?

Yes. You were superb.

Now, I have to leave. Listen to me.

Are you listening to me?

Yeah, I think.

Don't let him out.

Who?

The dog!

I got it. The dog. I got it. Don't worry.

Don't worry. He's not going anywhere.

- — Look at him. He's so handsome.
- Yeah.

Now I know why Brennan
was so gung ho about this.

She's cute.

I wonder if she's the one
doing his math homework.

How 'bout this? «dear master:

«it's our anniversary.
I see you've raised your cup.

«so I drink a toast to us
and will never leave the seat up.»

Be careful, honey.

Is he gonna be all right?
He's gonna be all right, isn't he?

Tell me he's going to be all right.

- Congratulations.
- — all right. Thank you.

Take a bite of this one.
There you go.

There he is! That's the thief!

- — Who?
- Stay here.

- Reg! Wait!
- We're right behind you!

- There he goes.

You gotta quit smoking, pal.

It's empty! There's no money!

This ain't right.
Johnny said we was in this together.

Why'd he rat me out?

Johnny?

Jonathan Simmons?

Michelangelo. What are you doing here?

Good boy. Stay.

Stay there. It's all right. Yes.

Good boy. Stay.

Stay.

Good boy.

- No.
- Well?

I put it right here. It's gone!

This class's valedictorian
is one in a million.

A champion among canines.

Noblest of a noble breed.
Beethoven, front and center.

All right, Beethoven! All right!

All right.

He reminds me of a dog
I knew during the war.

A stalwart pup.

Brave, loyal, true.

And so, without any further ado...

How much more ado
can there possibly be?

It is my pleasure to introduce
this class's valedictorian...

And an outstanding trouper, Beethoven!

- Get organized.

Stop that!

Watch out! Sit! Down!

For gosh sakes, people,
you're acting like animals!

Cease and desist! Look out!

At ease!

You little flea bag!

Look out! Help!

Michelangelo!

Where are you, Michelangelo?

Where are you?

- Michelangelo!

- Beethoven!

Where are you going?

Sara, bring me the leash.

- Get your nose out of there!

Dogs, yo u...

Easy.

- Don't ever run away like that.
- That was weird.

FBI, Simmons.
Hold it right there.

You got him?
Well, excellent work, detectives.

You mean, excellent work, brother.

Right, brother? Ratted you back.

You always were a selfish,
smelly little man.

And I thought we were in this together.

Well, you thought wrong.

Why did you do it?

Do you remember sedgepro 97?

Are you kidding me?

It's the only piece of software
I ever created.

- That lost millions for our investors.
- Of which I was one.

Sorry.

Madison, I'm sure the agents will find him.

You don't even really care.

He's just some investment to you.

I heard you tell daddy.

Michelangelo loves me more
than anybody else in the world.

Maybe even more than you.

Madison, that's not true.

It's just that we've forgotten
how to show it.

Michelangelo?

Michelangelo!

May I have the leash for him?

«what is it about this dog, » you may ask,
«that merits this honor?»

I can sum it up in one word. A: Discipline.

Two: Obedience.

Overlooking any temptations
that may pass right in front of his nose.

- Sgt. Rutledge-—
- At ease, son. I'm on a roll.

- But I got-— - just-...

Just remember.

Until your dog is
properly trained, never...

Let go of the leash.

Beethoven!

His old self again.
What a card this'll make.

That's our dog!

Beethoven!