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Ten centuries ago, before the age of obedience, free dogs roamed at liberty,

marking their territory.

Seeking to extend its dominion, the cat -loving Kobayashi dynasty declared war

and descended in force upon the unwary four -legged beasts.

On the eve of total canine annihilation, a child warrior, sympathetic to the

plight of the besieged underdog dogs, betrayed his species, beheaded the head

the head of the Kobayashi clan, and pledged his sword with the following

cry haiku.

I turn my back.

On mankind!

Frost on windowpane.

He would later be known as the boy samurai of legend, R .I .P.

At the end of the Bloody Dog Wars, the vanquished Mongols became powerless

housepets. Tamed, mastered, scorned.

But they survived and multiplied.

The Kobayashi's, however, never forgave their conquered foe.

The Japanese Archipelago, 20 years in the future.

K -9 saturation has reached epidemic proportions.

An outbreak of snout fever ripped through the city of Megasaki.

Blizzards of infected fleas, worms, ticks, and lice menaced the citizenship.

Dog flu threatens to cross the species threshold and enter the human disease

pool.

In a special midnight session at the municipal dome, Mayor Kobayashi of Uni

Prefecture issues emergency orders, calling for a hasty quarantine.

The expulsion and containment of all breeds, both stray and domesticated. By

official decree, Trash Island becomes an exile colony.

The Isle of Dogs.

It's not fair to the dogs.

The path favored by Mayor Kobayashi is cruel and unscientific.

For a thousand years, these resilient animals have loved, served, and

us. Now, in their time of greatest need, we forsake them again?

A tidal wave of anti -dog hysteria has crippled our moral judgment.

Give me six months, and I will deliver a serum. I'm this close, dammit!

Dog flu will be eradicated. Snout fever will be defeated.

Canine saturation will be returned to sustainable levels, and without mass

neutering.

The crowd is calling for the immediate ratification and approval of the mayor's

proposal.

As a gesture of public solidarity, Mayor Kobayashi is calling upon his assistant

hatchet man, Major Domo, to furnish the personal bodyguard dog of the mayoral

household, Spots Kobayashi, into the possession of the committee for canine

desaturation.

Spots will be the first dog to be officially deported from the city.

Six months later.

Nomadic packs of once domesticated house pets, sick and hungry, rove the garbage

canyons and filthy ravines, scrounging for scraps.

100 % test positive for the dog flu germ.

Symptoms, weight loss, dizziness, narcolepsy, insomnia,

and extreme aggressive behavior.

Three -quarters display signs of early onset snout fever. High temperature, low

blood pressure, acute moodiness, and spasmodic nasal expiration.

The exiled dog population grows weaker.

sadder, angrier.

Yes.

Before we attack each other and tear ourselves to shreds like a pack of

let's just open the sack first and see what's actually in it. It might not even

be worth the trouble.

Hi.

A rancid apple core, two worm -eaten banana peels, a moldy rice cake, a dried

-up pickle, tin of sardine, bones, a pile of broken eggshells, an old smushed

-up rotten gizzard with maggots all over it. Okay, it's worth it.

Get out of here and don't come back.

Sheesh, Igor. I think he chewed your ear off.

Mm -hmm.

I don't think I can stomach any more of this garbage.

Exactly. Words out of my mouth.

I used to sleep on a lamb's wool beanbag next to an electric space heater.

That's my territory. I'm an indoor dog.

I starred in 22 consecutive doggy chop commercials.

Look at me now. I couldn't land an audition.

I was the lead mascot for an undefeated high school baseball team.

I lost all my spirit. I'm depressing.

I only ask for what I've always had. A balanced diet, regular grooming, and a

general physical once a year.

I think I might give up.

What, right now?

Right now.

There's no future on Trash Island.

You heard the rumor, right, about Buster? Can you remind me? Who's Buster?

brother from another litter. What happened to him?

Suicided.

Hanged himself by his own leash.

Oh, boy.

I want my master.

Make me sick.

I've seen cats with more balls than you dogs.

Stop licking your wounds!

You hungry?

Kill something and eat it. You sick? Take a long nap.

You cold? Dig a hole in the ground, crawl into it, and bury yourself.

But nobody's giving up around here, and don't you forget it. Ever.

You're Rex.

You're King.

You're Duke.

You're boss.

I'm Chief.

We're a pack of scary, indestructible alpha dogs.

You're talking like a bunch of housebroken... pets.

You don't understand.

How could you? You're a... Go ahead, say it.

I'm a stray, yeah.

How does she keep her fur so clean? There's no shampoo on Trash Island.

You heard the rumor, right, about her and Felix?

What did they say about them? Felix? No. What happened to him?

They made it.

Ooh. Who is Felix again? All the ones I like. They're never in heat.

Hey, now, that puddle jumper's flying crooked.

Ooh, you're right.

He's going to have to pull up. He's going to lose a wing.

Part 1.

The Little Pilot.

Small guy, not much meat on him. Yeah, is he dead? He looks dead. I have a

question. Are we eating him, or is this a rescue? We don't know yet. Nobody's

eating the little pilot, not even the dead body of him. Dogs don't eat

You're not our leader. We all are. Let's take a vote. All in favor of not eating

the little pilot, say aye.

Aye.

First things first.

Let's open his helmet so we can breathe some air if he's alive. Then see if we

can pull that hunk of broken propeller clutch out of the side of his head if it

doesn't kill him. Does that sound right? Yeah, that's right.

We get the idea. You're looking for your lost dog spots.

Does anybody know?

No.

In response to questions regarding the purported disappearance of his ward,

Atari, Mayor Kobayashi offers no comment and urges reporters to respect the

privacy of the mayoral household.

Atari, age 12, was last seen early yesterday morning rolling a small

onto a runway at Megasaki Executive Airport.

24 hours later.

I bite.

I beg your pardon.

Ignore that dog. He's got snout fever.

Just please follow us.

Now, I never met him, but I asked around. I understand he made a lot of

He had a very good natured temperament, I'm told. Of course, you would know

best. It's just a bit further up here on the left.

Anyway, as I say, he seemed to have been an extremely pleasant animal.

Unfortunately.

Nobody could figure out how to open his dog cage.

The sole survivor of last week's colossal bullet train disaster, a young

named Atari, awoke from a deep coma early this morning to learn of his

tragic death, and also the intention of his distant uncle, Mayor Kobayashi, to

personally adopt him as ward to the mayoral household.

Upon his release from Megasaki General, Atari, who suffered the loss of his

right kidney and numerous broken bones in the crash, will live in sequestered

quarters within the confines of Brick Mansion, where he will be educated in

solitude by private tutors.

Atari has also been assigned a security detail for his own protection in the

form of a highly trained bodyguard dog named Spots Kobayashi.

Um,

you're my new master.

My name is Spots.

I'm at your service. I'll be protecting your welfare and safety on an ongoing

basis. In other words, I'm your dog.

Nut -Pet!

I'm

going

to talk to you with this earphone.

Talk to me.

Oh no.

You need a key.

Dr. Watanabe, we have tested the blood pressure of the experimental animals by

applying blood injection and machine vibration.

We have achieved the best results.

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much.

I fixed your hair.

Where'd you get that?

What? I always had this.

I stole it off the dead skeleton.

Hey!

The wrong dog died!

The wrong dog died!

The wrong dog died.

He's not Spot.

Who is that?

I can't smell him.

I'm going to cut it.

Here you go.

Stimulation.

Stimulation.

Possible to continue.

Hello. Leave it to me. Yes.

Blood test, reaction time, heart rate.

I don't like it.

I don't understand what the real problem is.

Stop the dog at the garbage dump.

Why are you following me?

Get out of here!

This is child abuse.

Chief, you fight the robot dog. Wait, what? King, Duke, Boss, you attack the

three dog catchers. I'll guard the little pilot. On my command.

Ready, sickle. Wait a second. I am not going to fight this robot.

I'm against the little pilot, remember? I don't even believe in masters. You're

the best in the scrap. We all know that. You like to fight. Well, let's take a

vote. All in favor of Chief fighting the robot dog, say aye.

Aye.

Sickle.

That guy is destroying the Yurozotsu.

That kid!

My ward, Atari, has been kidnapped against his will by a pack of

contagious, infected animals.

He will be rescued promptly, returned to safety, and grounded for the duration

of his childhood years.

His five dog abductors have been identified through the use of advanced

and tail recognition software.

They will, of course, be captured and violently destroyed.

Our chief ought to get a checkup, too. He looks worse than anybody.

I wish somebody spoke his language.

Well, I understood that. Sit down.

Sit.

Chief, sit.

I don't sit.

You're disobedient. Sit.

I wouldn't drink that if I were you.

It's full of toxic chemicals.

How do you know?

Because my sister -in -law drank it and her tongue turned black.

Oh.

You're Felix's mate.

I beg your pardon?

I mean, I think you made it with Felix, if I heard it right.

That's none of your business.

No, no, I don't suggest whether it actually happened or not. I'm just

that I recognize you from when I heard that rumor.

I think I'm going to say goodnight.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

No, wait. Start over. Who cares about Felix? I'm Chief.

That's my name.

I see.

I'm introducing myself.

Who are you?

I thought you knew all about me.

No, I don't know anything.

I should have kept my mouth shut. It's all hearsay. Anyway, you're Nutmeg.

So you do know me after all.

After all?

Yes.

You a show dog, Nutmeg?

I was bred as a show dog. I was groomed for that purpose. It wasn't my choice. I

don't consider it my identity.

Anyway, look around.

What difference does it make now?

So that's a yes.

So that's a yes.

I used to be.

May I join you?

You've been attacked.

What else is new? You should see the other dog.

Actually, I think he was made of stainless steel. I couldn't get my teeth

him.

Who is the little pilot?

What'd he do? Why are they after him?

Nobody knows.

You're a stray, aren't you?

Yes, I'm a stray.

But aren't we all?

I'm the last analysis, I mean.

Were you trained for competition?

I was a show dog.

You know a few tricks, then.

A few.

Can I see one?

Maybe if I get to know you better.

Fair enough.

It's not true, by the way, about me and Felix, for the record.

I wouldn't bring puppies into this world.

I don't believe in masters.

I never did. It's against my principles.

But this is no place for a dog like you.

You belong somewhere.

You've got papers.

Oh, I'm full grown, sweetheart. You don't have to worry about me.

I hope I'll see you again.

Here's one.

One what?

I'm supposed to be spitting a nine -pound bowling ball over my head at this

point, but you just have to imagine that part.

Yeah.

I can picture it.

Will you help him, the little pilot?

Why should I?

Because he's a 12 -year -old boy.

Dogs love those.

Spot, whoever he is, might be alive and he might be dead, but one thing's for

sure. He's nowhere around here. He's not in the dog community.

There's probably another 500 Japanese hectares of unmapped wasteland on Trash

Island, at least.

Where do we start?

Also, the mental health question.

Maybe it's because of that propeller clutch stuck in the side of his head. I

can't say. I'm not a doctor. But I think the little pilot's got a screw loose.

Those are the cons.

You heard the rumor, right, about the little pilot?

No, it's a rumor. What is that?

Kobayashi is his distant uncle.

He's the mayor's ward.

What? Huh?

Be that as it may, let's look at the pros.

That boy flew here all alone and crash -landed onto this island for one reason.

One reason only.

To find his dog.

To the best of my knowledge, no other master, not one single human master, has

made any effort to do that.

They've forgotten all about us.

I propose we start tomorrow first light.

We'll cross the Middle Fingers.

We'll find the tugboat on the dune.

We'll go see Jupiter and Oracle.

They'll know what to do.

Let's take a boat.

All in favor, say aye. Aye.

Who's the naysayer?

Yeah, me.

That kid is going to get us all put to sleep.

Euthanized.

We won't find the dog.

But we will die trying.

Not a bad way to go.

You're out -coded anyway.

Science Party candidate Professor Watanabe has been placed under house

today at Toho Mountain Ryokan after offering sharp criticism last night at

Kobayashi administration's canine saturation crisis policy.

Foreign exchange student Walker.

Thank you, Editor Hiroshi.

You all know me. I speak my mind, and sometimes that ruffles some feathers.

Please forgive my bluntness.

Mayor Kobayashi is a crook, and I hate him. Right now, he faces a divided

Congress during a hotly contested re -election year.

Dogs are dying on a miserable island.

Gullible masters have been brainwashed.

The Science Party candidate is being held against his will with no recourse

legal counsel.

Somebody is up to something.

You have a conspiracy theory I have a hunch

I don't print hunch

I'll spell it out

I believe Municipal Dome propaganda has deliberately stoked irrational anti -dog

fear and suppressed a medically proven dog flu treatment in order to promote a

secret campaign to turn the country against its innocent house pets.

There. I said it.

Can you prove it?

I don't know.

To tell you the truth, I don't know.

inside me a non -touched diamond

that's golden and brilliant without illumination

your mouth's a constellation

the stars are in your eyes I'll take a

spaceship and try and

The middle fingers of Trash Island wind and weave upriver, interstitched by

zigzagging pipelines and rusty viaducts. The ruins of a failed utility complex

washed out by tsunami.

The rubble of an abandoned power plant demolished by earthquake.

The remains of a deserted industrial estate destroyed by volcanic blast.

Old Trash Island Athletic Club.

Memberless and long forgotten.

Okay, I got a question.

What's your favorite food?

A double portion of doggy chop from the can mixed into a bowl of broken puppy

snaps with a vitamin crushed up into it. King's the spokes dog for that. He's

the doggy chop dog.

Yeah, used to be.

Was that your daily meal?

Not always. My master was a school teacher. We weren't rich, you know. You?

center cut Kobe ribeye seared on the bone with salt and pepper.

Wow. It was my birthday supper every year.

Mine's hot sausage, yakitori style.

The snack vendor always saved me one on game days.

Duke? Green tea ice cream. My master had a sweet tooth. I probably inherited it

from her.

You heard the rumor, right, about Doggy Chop?

Remind us again. What rumor?

They folded.

Oh, no.

Donkey?

Doggy Chop folded?

How about you, Chief?

What was your favorite food?

Me? I don't care.

Garbage, trash, scraps of rubbish.

I'm used to leftovers.

Yeah. Of course, I wasn't always astray.

Wait, what'd you say?

I said, of course, I wasn't always astray. Really? Tell us about that.

I've been hunted by dog catchers all my life. I'm not easy to trap.

Only got three captures on my record. Or I actually got sent to the pound, I

mean. And the first two times, I escaped within 24 hours.

But the third time, I got adopted before I could finish digging the breakout

tunnel. It was a big family.

Five kids, two other dogs already.

They stuck me in the back of a station wagon and drove me out to the middle of

the sticks.

Grass, trees, swimming pool, cartoons on TV.

Anyway, one morning a week later, the youngest boy, his name was Toshiro, woke

me up at 6 .15, bright -eyed, wide awake.

And he tried to pet me.

He didn't mean anything by it. He was just being friendly.

Apparently, I bit him so hard, I nearly chewed his hand off.

Blood all over the kitchen floor.

They rushed him to the emergency room, and I got padlocked out in the tool shed

with the lights out. It gave me some time to think.

What happened?

Why did I do that?

To this day, I have no idea.

I guess she scared me.

I'd bite.

That night, an old woman, she must have been the grandmother, brought me out a

bowl of some homemade hibachi chili.

I like to think she cooked it for me personally, but who knows?

Maybe it was just more leftovers.

But you've got a tick.

Anyway. That's my favorite food I ever ate.

The old woman made a great bowl of chili.

What happened after that?

I dug my way out by morning, jumped on the back of a dump truck, and hitched

back to Megasaki.

I was always a street dog.

Let's face it.

Somebody's stalking us.

As you know, we all hate dogs.

Chairman Fujimoto -san, president of Kobayashi Pharmaceutical, you secretly

introduced mega quantities of infected fleas and contagious tick larvae into a

metropolitan city center, creating an unprecedented animal disease outbreak.

Thank you.

General Yamatachi -san, commander of the Megasaki Municipal Task Force.

You oversaw the deportation of over 750 ,000 caged animals to a nearly

uninhabitable offshore refuge center. Good work.

Supervisor Kitana -san, director of Kobayashi Robotics, you developed the

promising artificial life form in the history of corporate technology and a

powerful new weapon to boot.

Well done.

Yakuza Nakamura -san, head of the Clenched Fist Gang, you eliminated all

-dog opposition to the use of bribery, extortion, intimidation, and violent

force. My compliment.

Brains have been washed.

Wheels have been greased.

Fear has been mongered. Now we prepare for the final stage of our conspiracy

theory, the permanent end to the canine saturation crisis.

We believe we've recovered a viable DNA sample from this article of damaged

aviation equipment.

We're going to check it right now if you care to observe.

to hearken to this transmission.

Mayday, mayday.

Unscheduled junior turboprop in severe distress over Sapporo River. Engine

failure and detachment of left wing. Will attempt emergency landing on Trash

Island Coast.

Please make note of the following.

My security detail bodyguard dog, Spots Kobayashi, is still living. I leave all

my worldly possessions.

Spots preceded me into the next life.

I ask that everything, including my own bones and Spock's carcass, be burned in

a crematory furnace, with our ashes scattered to the four winds.

It will not amount to much pollution in this sad land.

If I survive, ignore this message.

I've gone to find my dog.

Turpentine brandy. It cools the head and warms the dog bones.

It may snow tonight.

Really? Thank you very much. Wow.

To whom it may concern.

She sees the future.

Ha! No.

She understands TV.

You seek a dog named Spots.

Dog Zero.

Dog Zero.

As you know, most of the animals on this island come from human homes with

domesticated backgrounds.

However, a small population of savage aboriginal dogs have been scavenging the

metropolitan dumping grounds for nearly a decade.

The graffiti on this wall depicts the story.

They were born into captivity on the ends of the fringes of the most distant

reaches of the island.

They endured great suffering and cruelty at the hands of their former masters.

Finally, in the wake of an act of God, they escaped to a harsh and desperate

freedom. Some say they died away over the subsequent years, starving and

forgotten. Some say they swam to the mainland, but this seems unlikely.

Too far to dog battle.

Some say they're still with us in the faraway cuticles, beyond the middle

fingers.

We know the animal you seek.

He has appeared in Oracle's visions.

A prophecy suggests itself.

Spots, if he's alive, may very well be living even at this moment as a captive

prisoner abducted into the company of these wild, savage dogs.

Oracle, what do you think?

What?

Continue your journey.

Have faith in your cause.

Luck and good fortune be unto you.

You heard the rumor, right, about these aboriginal dogs?

No, no.

What's the rumor?

They're cannibals.

So you're telling me they're going to want to eat us.

Well, they're cannibals.

Thank you for watching.

Please subscribe to our channel.

We are approaching the end of Old Trash Island. To the west, the Sapporo River

and Megasaki City.

To the east, the open sea. To the north, a long rickety causeway over a noxious

sludge marsh leading to a radioactive landfill polluted by toxic chemical

garbage. That's our destination.

Great. Get ready to jump.

Atari, I'm going to drag you overboard with my teeth since you can't understand

the plan.

After that, we're back on foot. The next stage... Where'd they go?

What are they doing over there?

How'd this happen? What's going on with this contraption?

If we get separated, which we are, rendezvous at the causeway.

You're not our leader.

What? You're not our leader. We all are.

Let's take a vote.

All in favor of my plan, which is rendezvous at the causeway.

Let's go.

No, you can't ride the pagoda slide. You're below the safety limit anyway.

go.

We made an emergency plan, even if we didn't get to vote and agree to it yet.

Rendezvous at the causeway to the faraway cuticles and go find your dog.

everybody else just got crushed, compacted, and incinerated. But we're

be there. Let's go.

I am not your pet. I never liked you. I don't care about you. I won't wait for

you.

I'd bite.

Don't do this, do that.

I suppose if it was working right we'd be dead already.

Don't ask me to fetch that stick.

Fetch it!

I'm telling you, I don't fetch.

Fetch?

I'm not doing this because you commanded me to. I'm doing it because I feel

sorry for you.

Good boy.

Where'd you get that dog? He looks like me, with a pink nose.

I come from a nine -dog litter, but they drown the sisters.

We're not a rare breed, short -haired, oceanic, speckled -eared, sport -hound

mix. I'm getting confused now.

My belly feels funny.

I can't accept that. It's for your dog.

I've never been offered a puppy snap in my life. I don't even know what they

taste like.

Okay, I'll try it.

Crunchy.

Salty.

Supposedly it cleans your teeth.

This is my new favorite food.

My rainbow, how good it is to know your lightning.

Strike me with your lightning.

Bring me down and bury me with ashes.

I won't hurt you, I won't hurt you.

Hold up here tonight.

We'll find him.

Wherever he is, if he's alive.

We'll find your dog.

I won't hurt you.

Mayor Kobayashi, elected leader of Megasaki City. For 150 years, you and

ancestors, known as the Kobayashi Dynasty, a procession of dog -hating

stooges, felons, and their criminal underlings, have betrayed and deceived

citizens of Uni Prefecture.

You make me so mad.

Professor Watanabe, Science Party candidate, deceased.

The wasabi in your blood showed poison levels in excess of ten times the

dosage required to stop the heart of a whale.

Why'd you do it?

Atari Kobayashi adopted Ward to the mayoral household.

You heroically hijacked a junior turboprop XJ750 and flew it to the

Atari,

you heroically, as I was saying, stole the little airplane because of your dog

and I lost my train of thought.

Damn it.

I've got a crush on you.

Dude, boss, you made it.

What happened to you?

I took a bath.

But he's got soap?

Just a little.

You're too fluffy.

We played fetch.

With a stick?

With a hunk of rubber radiator tubing.

And you brought it back to him?

Yeah.

He's a good boy.

Don't you tell me that. I'm the one that tried to make you be loyal to him in

the first place. Stop, stop.

This is a rendezvous. Where is that trash trap taking you? You think we

this ride to a travel agent? We were fighting for our lives in a high

trash processor while you were getting scrubbed and brushed.

Jump. Where?

Here. When?

Now. Why?

What? Let's take a vote.

All in favor of...

Who's that?

I can't smell him.

That dog's real.

What's that thing in your ear for? Are you hard of hearing? You can't be.

Bodyguard dogs have to have 20 -30 auditory just to be certified.

No, the earpiece is how I receive my commands and instructions and so on.

Obviously, I'm privy to certain sensitive information due to my position

mayoral household at Brick Mansion.

Oh, so you mean somebody could be talking to you right now?

Well, the range is only about 75 feet or so, I guess, so the battery's probably

dead anyway.

I got a question for you. How much money do you think the mayor makes?

I can't tell you that.

That's highly confidential.

Anyway, I'm not the mayor's accountant's dog. That's butterscotch, and she got

crushed in a glass compactor the day before yesterday. No, my duties are

entirely on the protection of the mayor's ward, Atari.

I'm not supposed to be his friend, but I love him very much, but that's a

private matter.

The only reason I even said that was because we're all probably going to die

here and they'll never see him again.

It's a tough break.

Well, good luck to you and watch out for the cannibal dogs.

Hmm?

Hmm? What?

What? Watch out for the... The cannibal dogs.

They are dogs that eat dogs.

Start over and repeat again.

You know what?

Don't even worry about that. I just heard there might be some wild

cannibal dogs in the area, you know. But I wouldn't worry because you're in an

extra security lock cell. Look at it that way. You're probably safer than I

Except from thirst and starvation.

It's got an extra security lock on it.

You'll never get it open

Are you going to eat me now?

What'd you say?

Are you going to eat me now? I heard you were cannibal dogs. Be notified.

I'll be compelled to defend myself with all means at my disposal.

Who told you that dirty lie?

His misery.

And... And...

consume them we

would

have dropped dead in a week or less without that nourishment we would die do

judge us for that shame on you we only brought you here in the first place to

help you

We've got to match the passkey.

Open this cage.

I had no idea.

What is this place?

How long have you been here?

I can see you've been mistreated.

Are you okay?

Spots. Spots Kobayashi.

How can I be of service to you?

Master Atari -san, can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

You're not safe. You shouldn't have come for me.

I can't protect you efficiently under these conditions.

All in favor of kicking Chief out of the pack and never speaking to him again,

say aye.

How'd you do that?

Secret tooth.

Military issue.

Technically, I could do it 37 more times, but I wouldn't be able to chew my

meat.

I assume you're Spots. We've been looking for you.

Mr.

Atari -san.

I swore an oath when I assumed the responsibilities of official bodyguard

the mayoral household.

I could never be persuaded to break that vow for any reason whatsoever.

I'll always be loyal to you as my only and unconditional master, but

circumstances have radically changed for me and all the pets of Megasaki City.

I have new obligations which I never anticipated. I've become the leader of a

tribe of outcasts who depend on me for their survival. And I'm going to be a

father with deepest sadness and humility.

I must ask you to relieve me of the duties of my position, effective

immediately.

You son of a bitch. If we don't drown, I'm going to strangle you myself. I

care how many exploding teeth you try to spit out at me. Do you have any idea

what that little pilot just went through to try to rescue you? How dare you?

You're a stray.

Yeah, so what?

What's your name?

Who cares?

You're from Central Megasaki.

I can tell by the accent.

You're a short -haired, oceanic, speckle -eared, sporthound mix. You were born

in a storm sewer on bamboo shoot holiday six years ago today. Do you know me?

I... I don't... I don't know.

I'm your older brother by five minutes.

It's been a long time, Chief.

Was... Was I the runt?

Not anymore.

Security camera footage confirms initial reports of the deaths of Mayoral Ward

Atari Kobayashi and his five dog abductors this afternoon in a sluice

the threshold of the faraway cuticle. A statement from Major Domo live at Brick

Mansion.

The life of a promising young orphan has been cut short before its prime.

This is a distant uncle's worst nightmare.

Mayor Kobayashi asks for your prayers, your condolences.

and your support for the diligent men and women of the Municipal Task Force

Catchers Division.

We salute you for your bravery and your ongoing commitment to the continuing

punishment of all bad dogs.

Originally, before the volcano erupted and an earthquake triggered the tsunami

which obliterated the facility, there were over 250 incarcerated animals here

the premises being experimented on against their will.

If you look closely, you may notice some of these dogs still bear scars and

markings from the research and abuse.

Actually, it's pretty obvious.

This is my mate, Peppermint. She's pregnant with our first litter.

She was due a week ago.

Anyway,

the survivors of the disaster learned to call... What's he got there?

What's he got there?

Pesquito.

Pesquito. Pesquito.

Puppy snaps.

You heard the rumor, right, about Kobayashi Pharmaceutical?

Kobayashi Pharmaceutical?

They invented dog flu.

No. Of course.

That makes sense.

Where do you get all these rumors? I mean, who tells them to you? I don't

Anybody. Dogs talk and I listen. Always have. I love gossip.

Spots.

The Black Owl has a message.

He's come from all the way across the island. Get him a cup of sewer water,

Chico.

Yes, we understand.

He has news from the Metropolitan Dumping Grounds.

Quiet, please.

We're listening, Owl.

Tell us your message.

He's going to poison us.

Re -election night.

At the moment Mayor Kobayashi is re -inaugurated, he'll give the order and

extermination process will begin.

Oracle saw the plan in her visions.

If the voters choose me again on re -election night, I promise a final and

permanent end to the canine saturation crisis.

Every pet in the Trash Island camp will die.

It may be too late already, but if the Black Owl reaches you with this message

in time...

To Megasaki City. Find our masters.

Appeal to the people.

Stop the mayor.

Save us.

We're crossing the river tonight.

Begin preparations immediately.

You'll meet a bitch named Nutmeg.

Teller Chief says, I'll see you in Megasaki.

Beautiful night.

Peppermint's in labor.

Oh.

Come sit beside me.

It's okay.

Master Atari, are you willing to accept my brother Chief as new bodyguard dog in

personal service to you, former ward to the mayoral household?

Chief, are you willing to accept Atari as your direct master to serve and

protect his safety and welfare with all courage, loyalty, and friendship?

Chocolate milk, cold.

Tracy Walker, Megasaki Senior High Daily Manifesto. Are you Professor Watanabe's

former assistant scientist, Yoko Ono -san?

Do I have it?

Too late.

Too late. Too late.

Nobody cares.

Do I have it? Do I have the story? Yes or no? On the record, I am sorry for

loss, but we both know that was no suicide.

my conspiracy theory.

Ben is dead.

No future on Trash Island.

I am failure.

Pull yourself together and act like a scientist!

Professor Watanabe never gave up.

Is this... Is this the serum? The dog flu cure? The snout fever treatment?

The end of the canine saturation crisis?

That's those.

Tracy.

Be careful.

Part 4.

Atari's Lantern.

There will never be a place for dog flu in Megasaki City.

There will never be room for snout fever in Uni Prefecture.

The time has come for the violent, intimidating, unsanitary bad dogs of

Island mainly to sleep. For their own good and also ours.

General Yamatachi, bring out the replacement pets.

The results are in.

Stand by for the incoming re -election night palace.

Respect.

The mayor is allowing the unauthorized pro -dog student protesters a platform

voice their dissenting beliefs.

Mayor Kobayashi has dog's blood on his hands. You all do!

Atari was a hero.

Professor Watanabe was murdered.

The serum works!

The mayor is a crook, and I hate him.

A small minority of dog lovers has been sent by overseas special interest groups

to agitate disorder and incite anarchy.

I hereby cancel and nullify Foreign Exchange student Walker's senior high

study visa.

She will be expelled from class, stripped of her course credits, and

deported on the next direct flight back to Cincinnati, Ohio.

Mayor Kobayashi has directed Major Domo to bring him the red button.

Holy smokes.

My lungs feel clear. My equilibrium feels balanced. My vision is sharp as a

for the first time in months.

Wow. That's a great serum.

Master Atari, whose death I think we can say appears to have been inaccurately

reported, has asked to read a statement to the General Assembly.

He will then withdraw from the debate and respond to no further questions.

Dear Editor Hiroshi of the Megasaki Senior High Daily Manifesto, in a series

first -rate articles by an attractive cub reporter on your staff, you've shown

spotlight on the great injustice that has occurred under the Kobayashi

administration.

I wrote a haiku.

to try to express my feelings about the suffering dogs of Trash Island. It is

also about nature, love, friendship, eternity, and a black owl. I call it

Atari's Lantern.

You said a haiku?

I'll tell you later.

Like a stray dog.

Not fair to the boy.

Not fair to the dog.

He says, I have no honor.

Holy Moses!

The mayor has just officially un -stamped the trash island decree!

No kidding!

Major Domo is accusing the mayor of breaking his

campaign promise.

He's steaming mad!

It's gonna be a fight!

Get a clean shot. Too many innocent protesters.

I'll be right back.

What about the right one?

Hi.

According to a long -standing statute unique to Uni Prefecture, in the event

the death, disappearance, or felony prosecution of the chosen candidate on,

while, during, or concurrent with the re -election night ceremony, all powers

and authorities vested in his or her designated office transfer forthwith to

or her next of kin and or appointed heir.

In other words, Atari Kobayashi is the new mayor of Megasaki City.

You heard me right. Atari Kobayashi is the new mayor of Megasaki City.

Let's hope that new kidney works.

Boy, what a night.

Life in Uni Prefecture returned to a comfortable tranquility.

The Megasaki Dragons ended their winning streak with a staggering loss to the

Honda Goblins.

Doggy Chop reopened all 11 of its domestic factories, and Puppy Snaps

production with an improved product.

Graft and political corruption were reduced to sustainable, acceptable

The dog flu serum cured every breathing animal in the region.

Some say a few lost dogs continue to roam and scavenge on Trash Island.

However, these rumors remain unconfirmed.

Mayor Atari, we all agree it should be a crime to abuse, beat, murder, or yell

at any dog in Megasaki City. That is not the question.

The question is, what is the appropriate punishment?

Exactly. And the answer is death penalty.

That seems excessive to us.

Possibly. Anyway, we should make it at least 30 days community service and a

fine of no less than 250 ,000 yen.

Meeting adjourned.

I'm standing by, Master Atari.

So how does it feel to be a former stray?

I take it one day at a time.

Last week I nearly behanded an industrial lobbyist from West Suzuki.

I had to give him a blood transfusion.

He probably had it coming.

Maybe.

Learned any new tricks?

Actually, yes.

Just one.

Can I see it?

I'm supposed to be juggling ten bowling pins engulfed in flames over my tail at

this point, but you just have to imagine that part.

I can picture it.

You still against bringing puppies into this world?

I'll tell you when I get to know you better.

Fair enough.

My friends think I like to fight, but it's just not true.

Sometimes I lose my temper and blow off a little steam, but I've never enjoyed

it.

I'm not a violent dog.

I don't know why I bite.

I'm not attracted to tame animals.