Original subtitles

♪ Got a band

that's really cool ♪

♪ Stealing words

from you-know-who ♪

♪ Playing gigs when we can,

trying to impress our fans ♪

♪ Older sister goes berserk ♪

♪ Her temper is

her biggest quirk ♪

♪ I got a plan

that just might work ♪

♪ Now, we're gonna rock

and we're gonna roll ♪

♪ We are Grojband, whoa! ♪

BUZZ NEWSWORTHY:

WELCOME BACK

TO "SCARED PROPER,"

WITH OUR GUEST,

MISS OBEDIENCE!

CHECK IT, BUZZ!

I GOT MY NAME

'CAUSE I WAS ALWAYS POPULAR

MISS-OBEYING THE RULES.

I HAD CRED.

BUZZ NEWSWORTHY:

AND YOUR MUSIC WAS NEVER

MORE POPULAR.

CROWD:

(CHEERING)

RIGHT.

BUT I GOT BORED.

I WAS TIRED OF LOOKING

FOR MORE RULES TO MISS-OBEY,

SO I WENT STRAIGHT.

BUZZ NEWSWORTHY:

AND YOUR MUSIC WAS NEVER

MORE POPULAR.

WANNA SEE

MY NEW CLOTHING LINE?

LANEY:

SO ALL SHE DID WAS STOP

BREAKING RULES,

AND SHE'S A BIG DEAL?

IF IT WORKED FOR HER,

IT CAN WORK FOR US!

GROJBAND IS GOING STRAIGHT!

HOW WE DOING SO FAR?

I GUESS WE HAVE TO BE

HARDCORE TROUBLEMAKERS FIRST,

THEN WE CAN GO STRAIGHT.

UH, CORE?

TROUBLEMAKERS USUALLY GET,

YOU KNOW, PUNISHED.

KON:

NO WAY, MAN! KIN AND ME AIN'T

GOING BACK TO DETENTION!

WE GOTTA HIDE, BRO!

KIN:

WAIT A SECOND. WE'VE NEVER EVEN

BEEN TO DETENTION.

KON: OH YEAH. (BELCHES)

KIN: ACK!

COREY:

EASY, GUYS. WE JUST NEED TO

PRETEND LIKE WE'RE TROUBLE,

SO LET'S START FRONTING.

KIN AND KON:

(GASP) MAKEOVER!

♪ Wicked cool transition ♪

TRINA

BYE, NICK!

HAVE FUN AT SCOOTERFEST!

NICK MALLORY ALWAYS HAS FUN

AT SCOOTERFEST.

(SNAPS FINGERS,

GIRLS SCREAM)

I CAN'T BELIEVE NICK'S

GOING OUT OF TOWN!

MY LIFE IS OVER

FOR A WHOLE WEEKEND!

MINA:

YOU SHOULD START A HOBBY

TO TAKE YOUR MIND OFF NICK.

TOTES THE BEST IDEA, MINS!

AND I KNOW JUST THE THING!

TO THE CRAFT STORE!

REALLY?

YOU'VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME.

KIN:

HOW ARE YOUR JEANS

STAYING UP?

BY THE POWER

OF PURE TOUGHNESS.

(GRUNTING WITH EFFORT)

OW! UNGH! EE! OW!

BEAT IT!

I NEED THE GARAGE

TO BUILD A MODEL

OF THE PERFECT PEACEVILLE

THAT I WANT TO LIVE IN WITH NICK

WHEN HE GETS BACK.

IT'S A HOBBY.

YOU'RE NOT PART OF IT.

EXIT NOW!

COREY:

SIS, YOU'RE TALKING TO A NEW,

TOUGH GROJBAND

AND THIS IS OUR TURF.

(SNAPS FINGERS)

SO... RECOGNIZE.

COREY:

NICK BLINKED!

THAT COUNTS AS RECOGNIZING!

TRINA:

PFFFT! WHATEVER.

THIS ISN'T OVER!

(DIALING PHONE)

SO, ENTOURAGE-BAND

WANTS TO BE TOUGH.

WELL, TOUGH GUYS

GET RATTED OUT.

TO WHO?

DUH!

LIKE SOME TV SHOW

OR SOMETHING.

(PHONE RINGS)

(BANGING ON DOOR)

BUZZ NEWSWORTHY:

A SNEAKY RAT - YOUR SISTER -

TOLD ME THAT THE TOUGHEST

TROUBLEMAKERS IN TOWN

ARE IN THIS...

WHAT IS THIS, A SHED?

COREY: IT'S A GARAGE.

BUZZ: A GARAGE? PERFECT!

BECAUSE IT'S TIME TO DO

SOME ROUTINE MAINTENANCE

ON YOUR YOUNG LIVES.

WE'VE HEARD YOU KIDS NEED TO BE

SCARED PROPER.

LANEY:

TRINA RATTED US OUT?

BUT WE HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING!

COREY:

YEAH, BUT WE'VE ALREADY SCORED

A TON OF HARDCORE CRED - ON TV!

BUZZ NEWSWORTHY:

AND THE MAYOR HAS GIVEN ME

SPECIAL AUTHORITY

TO LOCK YOU KIDS UP!

HE'S A BIG FAN OF THE SHOW.

ALL:

(GASP)

COREY:

UH, THAT WASN'T A SCARED GASP.

OUR BREATHING IS

JUST FULL OF ATTITUDE.

WE CAN HANDLE ANY CAGE -

DARK! WET! DRAFTY!

FULL OF SNAKES!

MAYBE HAUNTED!

BUT WE'VE HAD ENOUGH

OF BEING TOUGH.

WE WANT TO GO STRAIGHT

AND HELP SOME KIDS

SO THEY DON'T

TURN OUT LIKE US.

AND TO PROVE

WE'VE CLEANED UP OUR ACT,

WE'RE GONNA VISIT THE KIDS

AT PLAY PENN

MAX SECURITY DAYCARE.

LOOKS LIKE WE'VE GOT ANOTHER

MISS OBEDIENCE HERE.

THE NICE ONE -

NOT THE ONE WHO STOLE MY CAR.

KON:

PLAY PENN IS DANGEROUS!

THOSE KIDS DON'T EVEN NAP!

LANEY:

YEAH. THEY'RE ACTUALLY BAD.

WE'RE NOT.

KIN:

I GET DIZZY JUST FROM WEARING

MY HAT SIDEWAYS.

COME ON, GUYS, IF I THOUGHT

WE COULDN'T HAND IT,

WOULD I SAY,

"GROJBAND IS GOING

TO PLAY PENN"?

WE'LL SHOW 'EM WHAT BAD IS,

THEN TELL 'EM NOT TO BE IT!

COREY: (GROWLS)

KIN: WHOA... OOF!

MINA:

WOW! THREE MALLS?

ONE FOR NICK AND ME TO GO TO,

ONE FOR ME TO GO TO MYSELF -

FOR TRINA TIME -

AND ONE FOR EVERYONE ELSE.

BUT THAT ONE BURNED DOWN.

IS THAT A COLISEUM?

NICK'S GOTTA FIGHT TIGERS

SHIRTLESS SOMEWHERE.

UM, THIS IS PRETTY BIG.

D

.

AND STEEL!

YOU WANT NICK TO FIGHT IN

AN UN-REINFORCED TIGERDROME?

ALSO, LEARN TO WELD.

♪ Tiger paw transition ♪

(SHUTTER SNAPS)

WHOA!

(SHUTTER SNAPS)

(BUZZER BLARES)

(WHEEL SQUEAKS)

(PUNCHING THUDS)

(NEEDLE WHIRS)

(LIFTING GRUNTS)

COREY:

OKAY, THIS IS A LITTLE MORE

INTIMIDATING THAN I EXPECTED.

WHO'S THE KID

WITH THE EYE PATCH?

BUZZ NEWSWORTHY:

THAT'S TWO JUNIOR.

HIS DAD'S NAME IS JUNIOR

AND HE WAS NAMED AFTER HIM.

GET IT?

TRY NOT TO LOOK

AT HIS PATCH.

KON:

AW! CHECK OUT THE CUTIE

WITH THE EYE PATCH.

(BABY TALK)

ARE WOO A PIWATE?

(PAINED GRUNTS)

SHNIVER ME FLIMBERS!

YEP. THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED TO ME.

LANEY: SO WHAT NOW, HARD-CORE?

COREY: WE SHOW THESE TODDLERS

WHO WE WANT THEM TO THINK

THEY'RE DEALING WITH.

LISTEN UP, DROOL FOOLS!

WE'RE GROJBAND,

THE TOUGHEST BAND

ON THE STREETS OF PEACEVILLE.

YOU THINK YOU'RE FRONT PAGE

OF THE BAD NEWS?

HA! YOU'RE MORE LIKE THAT

LITTLE FLYER THAT FALLS OUT

AND YOU DON'T EVEN NOTICE.

AND EVEN IF YOU DID,

MAYBE YOU'D BE ALL EXCITED

FOR LIKE A SECOND

BECAUSE MAYBE THERE'S A SALE

ON BUBBLE GUM AND UNICORNS.

SO YOU PICK IT UP,

BUT THEN YOU SEE

IT'S ONLY FOR LAWN CARE.

BUT YOU WOULDN'T EVEN

KNOW THAT...

(BABY TALK)

BE-CAWS WOO CAN'T WEAD YET.

AND EVEN IF YOU COULD,

IT STILL WOULDN'T MATTER

BECAUSE YOU DON'T EVEN

OWN A LAWN.

(GROWLS)

(SPITS)

GACK! GACK!

KIN:

AGGGHHHHHH!

(CHOKING)

TWO JUNIOR:

IF YOU GUYS ARE THE TOUGHEST

THEY COULD SEND - GUH!

PEACEVILLE CAN'T HANDLE US!

WE'RE BUSTIN' OUT!

(ALARM WAILS)

(FLEEING SHOUTS)

BUZZ NEWSWORTHY:

YOU'VE STARTED A JAILBREAK!

I'M SURE THEY'LL TIRE

THEMSELVES OUT SOON.

KIN:

AGGGHHH!

♪ I wouldn't count on it ♪

(WELDING SPARKS SIZZLE)

OKAY, I HAND-CARVED

THE NICK GARGOYLES

FOR YOUR LOVE CASTLE WALLS,

BUILT A DRAWBRIDGE

BECAUSE THEY'RE ROMANTIC,

AND WELDED THE DRAWBRIDGE CLOSED

SO NICK CAN NEVER LEAVE.

HAH!

(SLURPS)

AND WHILE YOU WERE

DOING THAT,

I DECIDED WE NEED A THOUSAND

FOOT TALL STATUE OF NICK

WITH A STAIRCASE

TO HIS LIPS

SO I CAN CLIMB UP

AND KISS THEM!

A THOUSAND FEET?

TO SCALE, RIGHT?

YES.

IN ULTRA-HEAVY MARBLE.

HOBBYING UP

THE PERFECT PEACEVILLE

IS LIKE SO MUCH FUN.

(SIGHS)

(FLAMES ROAR,

PANICKED SCREAMS)

(SCREAMING)

AGGGGGHHHHHH!

STOP, YOU LITTLE CANDY THIEVES!

STOP!

(ENGINE SPUTTERS)

(PANICKED SCREAMS)

LANEY:

WE'RE TOTALLY GOING

TO GET BLAMED FOR THIS.

KIN:

I THINK WE ALREADY ARE.

BUZZ NEWSWORTHY:

AFTER BEING RATTED OUT

BY THE FRONTMAN'S SISTER,

GROJBAND APPEARED TO BE

GOING STRAIGHT.

BUT IN TRUTH,

THEY STARTED

WHAT ANY RESPONSIBLE NEWSCASTER

WOULD CALL...

A RUGRAT RIOT!

WE CAN'T LET THESE KIDS

WRECK OUR TOWN.

KIN:

CAN'T WE JUST PRETEND

IT'S NOT HAPPENING?

I THOUGHT WE COULD FRONT

OUR WAY TO CRED,

BUT I WAS WRONG.

WE NEED TO EARN IT

WITH WHAT WE DO BEST.

WE NEED TO ROCK

THESE KIDS STRAIGHT!

LANEY:

UM, IF THERE WERE ANY LYRICS

AROUND HERE,

I'M PRETTY SURE TWO JUNIOR

ALREADY STOLE THEM.

TWO JUNIOR WANTS

TO TAKE OVER A TOWN,

AND TRINA'S BUILDING

A NICE LITTLE ONE IN THE GARAGE.

SEEMS LIKE A RECIPE

FOR DIARY ACTION.

(POLICE SIRENS WAIL)

TWO JUNIOR:

(GASPS) THE COPS!

TEAR UP, BOYS.

WE MIGHT HAVE TO CRY OUR WAY

OUTTA THIS.

COREY:

YOU GUYS NEED A PLACE TO LAY LOW

AND HIDE OUT.

OUR GARAGE IS PERFECT.

TWO JUNIOR:

YEAH, SURE.

SOME OF MY BOYS GOT BOO-BOOS,

AND WE'RE ALL GETTING CRANKY

WITHOUT OUR JUICE.

SHRUG.

I GUESS IT'S OKAY.

BUT IF I DON'T GET ALL WIBBLY

WHEN I KISS IT,

YOU'RE MAKING ANOTHER ONE.

BUT THAT TOOK ME

TWELVE-

THE PRICE OF WIBBLES,

MINA.

(GARAGE DOOR WHIRS OPEN)

SPREAD OUT, CREW.

THIS IS OUR NEW CRIB.

HEY, SIS.

I MET SOME NEW FRIENDS.

THEY'RE JUST GONNA HANG OUT

FOR A WHILE.

WAAAAAHH?!

(LICKING THUDS,

MILK SPLATS)

HEY! EEEEK! GRRR!

HEY, OLD LADIES,

GET SOME ORANGE SLICES GOING.

TRINA:

GET OUT OF MY TOWN,

YOU TINY STINKBAGS!

THIS IS PERFECT PEACEVILLE!

POPULATION: ME AND MY DREAMS

OF HUNKY NICK MALLORY!

YOU MEAN THIS GUY?

LOOKS LIKE HE NEEDS

TO BE CHANGED.

GASP! GRRRRR!

STOP POOPING ON

MY PERFECT PEACEVILLE!

(HEAVY METAL MUSIC PLAYS)

♪♪

(FLAMES ROAR)

♪♪

(PEN SCRIBBLES FURIOUSLY)

(FLAME HISSES)

(HEAVENLY CHOIR SINGS)

BUZZ NEWSWORTHY:

COREY RIFFIN,

YOU'VE SPARKED TODDLER RAMPAGE

AND NOW YOU'RE HIDING

THE TINY TERRORS FROM THE LAW?

ALL PART OF THE PLAN

TO SCARE 'EM PROPER, BUZZ.

YOU'LL NEED

TO EXPLAIN THAT.

WELL, IT GOES A LITTLE

SOMETHING LIKE THIS...

(RECORD SCRATCHES)

(Rapping)

♪ You wanna act tough? ♪

♪ You think you're real rough? ♪

♪ I think you're nothin', yo ♪

♪ And now I'm gonna call

your bluff! ♪

♪ You wanna wreck stuff,

you little cream puffs? ♪

♪ What's up? I just met you

and already I've had enough ♪

♪ So knock it off!

(knock it off) ♪

♪ And smarten up

Just knock it off! ♪

♪ (Say what?)

I've had enough ♪

♪ Knock it off!

(knock it off) ♪

♪ And smarten up,

just knock it off ♪

♪ Because I've had enough,

Woo! ♪

♪ You need to listen up,

it's time to straigten up ♪

♪ Or I swear I'll take away

your little sippy cup ♪

♪ And your blanket

and your books ♪

♪ And your toys

and your teddy ♪

♪ And I'll send you

all up to beddy ♪

♪ 'Cause the big bad world

don't care if you're ready ♪

♪ So knock it off!

(knock it off) ♪

♪ And smarten up!

Just knock it off! ♪

♪ (Say what?)

I've had enough ♪

♪ Knock it off!

(knock it off) ♪

♪ And smarten up!

Just knock it off! ♪

♪ Because I've had enough,

Woo! ♪

WHAT DID WE LEARN TODAY,

KIDS?

TWO JUNIOR:

TO BE GOOD, OR ELSE!

COREY:

THAT'S RIGHT.

NOW, GET OUTTA HERE.

IT'S NAP TIME.

BUZZ NEWSWORTHY:

YOUR CRAZY PLAN COST THE CITY

DOZENS OF DOLLARS IN DAMAGES,

BUT GROJBAND HAS SCARED

PLAY PENN STRAIGHT.

COREY:

ALL PART OF THE PLAN, BUZZ.

THESE LITTLE GUYS

DIDN'T NEED A SPEECH,

THEY NEEDED A SHOW.

WHAT YOU DID TODAY

DESERVES SERIOUS CRED.

THANKS, BUZZ,

BUT CRED IS FOR REAL.

YOU CAN'T KEEP IT REAL

WHEN YOU'RE FRONTING.

BECAUSE SOON YOU HAVE

TO BACK UP THAT FRONT,

AND THEN YOU'RE GOING DOWN.

AND THAT'S WHAT'S UP.

CAN ONE OF YOU TRANSLATE THAT

FOR ME?

THANKS FOR COMING OUT,

EVERYONE.

KIN:

AND NOW, KINCREDIBLE

AND KONBELIEVABLE

WILL MAKE THE LOVELY LANEY

DISAPPEAR!

HAVE YOU TESTED

THIS THING?

IN A MINUTE,

THE ANSWER WILL BE YES!

(DRUM ROLL)

ABRA-KON-DABRA!

(POOF)

AGH!

LANEY'S TURNED

INTO A GIRL!

GUYS, IT'S ME, COREY!

PHEW!

WHAT'S WITH

THE HEAD CAPE?

REMEMBER WHEN WE WATCHED

THAT SPECIAL

ON '80S HAIR METAL BAND,

MULLET BULLET?

LANEY:

SO HAIR METAL IS ABOUT

BIG HAIR, TIGHT PANTS,

AND HIGH-PITCHED SONGS

ABOUT CRAZY LOVE.

COREY:

YEP. SO GLAD THAT FAD'S OVER.

BUT THEN I HEARD

THAT MAYOR MELLOW

WANTED THE HAIRDOIEST BAND

IN TOWN

TO ROCK THIS YEAR'S

DOGGIE DOOZ DOG SHOW.

ALL THE COMPETING DOGS

HAVE HAIRDOS -

AND SO WILL WE!

HAIR METAL,

WICKED MULLETS,

AND WICKED-ER

DRUM SOLOS?

I'M IN!

BRING YOUR MAGIC

DRUMSTICKS!

DOGS LOVE MAGIC TRICKS!

LANEY:

AHHHHHHHHHHH! OOPH!

(MOANING)

COREY:

SORRY, LANES,

IF YOU WANNA HARSH ON MY PLANS,

YOU GOTTA BE HERE

ON TIME.

COREY'S NEW HAIR

IS SO LAME!

WHY DO WE LOVE IT

SO MUCH?!

DON'T ASK WHY!

JUST SQUEAL!

(HIGH-PITCHED SCREAMING)

♪ Spinning wig transition ♪

MINA:

UM... HE'S A BIT BIG

FOR YOUR PURSE, TRINA.

THEN IT BETTER NOT WIN!

I WANT BEST IN SHOW

FOR BEST IN PURSE.

YOU DON'T GET TO KEEP

THE WINNING DOG.

BUT I'M THE BEST.

WHO ELSE DESERVES

THE BEST DOG, MINA?

UH...

TRINA:

OOH! LOOK, THAT ONE COMES

WITH A FLEA-PICKER MONKEY!

SPEAKING OF FLEAS,

LOOKS LIKE THE CIRCUS

IS IN TOWN.

TRINA:

WHAT'RE YOU HAIRBALLS DOING HERE

AT MY DOG MALL?

MAYOR MELLOW NEEDED

THE HAIRDOIEST BAND

TO ROCK THESE HOUNDS.

YEAH. AND WITH WIGS THIS LUSH,

WHO'S HAIRIER THAN US?

UGH! I WILL NOT HAVE

MY FUTURE PURSE-DOG'S EARS

EAR-ITATED BY THEIR

UNLISTEN-TO-ABLE NOISES!

HMM...

IF COREY NEEDS THOSE WIGS

TO PLAY, THEN...

(BRIGHTENS)

MINA?!

FLEAS!

HERE YA GO, TRINA!

DID YOU KNOW MONKEYS

COULD PUNCH WITH THEIR TAILS?

TRINA:

GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR WIG GIG.

I BET YOU'RE JUST ITCHING

TO PLAY!

WELL, THAT WAS AWFULLY NICE

OF TRINA

TO UNSUSPICIOUSLY WISH US

GOOD LUCK.

ALL:

THANKS, TRINA!

FLEAS!

AGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!

(THUDS)

I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!

WE GOTTA GET RID

OF THESE FLEA-INFESTED WIGS!

(WHIRRING AND BUZZING,

LOUD DING)

(BUZZER BLARES,

SMALL EXPLOSION)

THAT'S IT!

WAIT! NO WIGS EQUALS

NO DRUM SOLO!

NO TIME FOR MATH, KON!

WE GOTTA FRY THESE 'FROS!

FINE! TAKE IT!

SALESMAN: PSST! PSST! PSST!

KON: HUH? WHO? WHA?

YOU LOOK LIKE YA LOST

YER BEST FRIEND, SON.

YUP.

IT'S THAT AGE OLD STORY.

BOY FINDS HAIR,

BOY LOSES HAIR.

IF HAIR IS WHAT YOU SEEK,

LOOK NO FURTHER.

KON:

(READING LABEL)

"MAGIC MUTT HAIR TONIC."

SALESMAN:

ONE TINY DROP'LL GROW ANY 'FRO!

GROW ANY DO!

SURE, IT'S FOR DOGS,

BUT IT'LL WORK ON YOU...

LIKE MAGIC!

WHOA! STAND BACK,

STRANGE DUDE!

ONE MEGA MULLET

COMING UP!

HUH?

YOU'RE SUPPOSED

TO DRINK IT.

SO, CORE, HOW WE GONNA GET

OUR LYRICS FROM TRINA?

HAIR METAL SONGS WERE

POWER BALLADS ABOUT CRAZY LOVE.

WELL, TRINA'S GONNA HAVE

AN I-LOVE-TINY-DOGS FREAKOUT

ANY SECOND.

SHE'LL LOSE HER MIND

AND WE'LL HAVE OUR LYRICS.

ALL WE NEED NOW IS...

OUR WIGS ARE CLEAN!

GOOD THING THAT DOG WASH

WAS RIGHT NEXT

TO THE DOG HAIR INCINERATOR.

♪ Wicked cool transition ♪

KON:

I'LL NEVER GET MY HAIR METAL

DRUM SOLO NOW.

THERE'S GOTTA BE ANOTHER WAY.

THINK, KON, THINK!

(GASPS)

ABRA-KON-DABRA!

WOOOOOO!

WHOOPSY DAISY!

OOF!

(SNIFFING,

KON MOANS)

(PANTING AND LICKING)

KON:

HUH? WHAT HAPPENED?

WHO AM I?

I'M ALL COVERED IN DOG HAIR.

I MUST BE A DOG!

I MEAN... RUFF!

KIN:

KON SURE WILL BE HAPPY

TO GET HIS WIG-

HEY, WHERE'D KON GO?

ALL:

KON! WHERE ARE YOU, PAL?!

(BARKS)

SORRY, BOY,

I DON'T HAVE TIME TO PLAY FETCH.

.

(BARKING)

OKAY, FINE, JUST ONCE.

HAIR TONIC.

HIT HIS HEAD.

THINKS HE'S A DOG.

OH NO!

KON THINKS HE'S A DOG!

YOU MEAN THIS SLOBBERY

MOUND OF FUR IS KON?

SWEET!

SWEET?!

HOW'RE WE GONNA PLAY

WITHOUT A DRUMMER, CORE?!

MAYOR MELLOW:

WELCOME TO THE DOGGIE DOOZ

DOG SHOW!

WE'RE GONNA START WITH

EVERYONE'S FAVOURITE EVENT:

THE DOG-STACLE COURSE!

OUR DOGS MUST MAKE IT OVER

THE BATH OF DOOM,

PAST THE LOITERING CAT,

AND AVOID THE DOG CATCHER,

BEFORE RETURNING THE GOLDEN

SLIPPERS TO THEIR MASTERS!

THAT'S IT!

WE'LL ENTER "KON-DOG"

IN THE DOG COMPETITION.

HE'LL SNAP OUT OF IT

AS SOON AS HE SEES HE CAN'T DO

WHAT THE ACTUAL

DOGGIE DOOZ DOGS CAN DO.

♪ Wasn't that convenient ♪

MAYOR MELLOW:

ON YOUR MARK!

NOW DON'T FEEL BAD

WHEN YOU LOSE THIS THING.

MAYOR MELLOW:

GET SET!

AFTER ALL, YOU'VE ONLY BEEN

A DOG FOR LIKE...

MAYOR MELLOW: GO!

(DOGS BARKING)

(YAPPING AND BARKING)

(BARKING MENACINGLY,

KON BELCHES LOUDLY)

(CAT SCREECHES,

QUIVERING)

(PANTING)

(BARKS)

COME ON, BOY!

(KIN AND CROWD CHEER,

KON BARKS EXCITEDLY)

WHAT A GOOD DOG!

SO THAT WAS UNEXPECTED.

YEAH, EVEN TRINA

LOVES KON-DOG.

FORGET A TINY DOG

TO RIDE IN MY PURSE,

I WANT THIS BIG DOG

TO CARRY MY PURSE!

YOU'LL BE

MY BEST FWIENDY WENDY!

BUT I THOUGHT

I WAS YOUR BEST FWIENDY WENDY.

THINGS CHANGE, MINA.

IT'S PHILOSOPHY.

IF WE DON'T GET KON BACK,

OUR GIG'LL BE RUINED!

CORE, WHY AREN'T YOU REACTING

TO ME SAYING "RUINED"?

COREY:

THOSE DOGS ARE RESPONDING

TO THEIR TRAINER'S WHISTLE.

MAYBE IF WE PLAY MUSIC,

KON'S DRUMMER INSTINCTS

WILL KICK IN

AND HE'LL REMEMBER

WHO HE IS.

THAT'S ,

BUT WE STILL DON'T HAVE

ANY LYRICS.

COREY:

WHEN TRINA DISCOVERS HER

FAVOURITE DOG IS REALLY KON,

HER DIARY WILL OPEN

RIGHT UP.

?

YOU SAW KON

BACK THERE.

WHAT DOG COULD POSSIBLY

BEAT HIM?

MAYOR MELLOW:

ONLY THREE DOGS REMAIN:

YIPPY, KON-DOG,

AND FIVE-TIME DEFENDING

DOGGIE DOOZ CHAMPION...

SPARKLES!

(GROWLS FEROCIOUSLY)

WE SHOULD PROBABLY

CROSS OUR FINGERS.

MAYOR MELLOW:

WHAT BETTER WAY TO DETERMINE

MAN'S BEST FRIEND

THAN BY HEARING

THOSE THREE LITTLE WORDS:

I LOVE YOU.

RIE RUFF ROU.

EXCELLENT! IT'S THE NEXT ROUND

FOR THIS HOUND.

I LOVE YOU.

YAP! YAP! YIP!

WELL, THERE'S NO NEED TO SHOUT

BECAUSE YOU'RE OUT!

I LOVE YOU.

AW, MAYOR MELLOW,

I LOVE YOU, TOO.

DOG-KONNIT,

I FEEL THE LOVE!

THIS CHARMING DOG

IS A CUT ABOVE!

AWWW! A BFF WHO SAYS

HE LOVES ME!

BUT...

ZIP IT!

I'M BONDING WITH A DOG.

ONLY TWO CONTESTANTS LEFT!

(GROWLS)

THE DOGSLED RACE WILL DECIDE

THIS YEAR'S DOGGIE DOOZ WINNER!

IF WE WANT KON-DOG

TO WIN THIS,

WE MAY NEED TO TEACH A NEW DOG

AN OLD TRICK.

(SNAPS FINGERS)

I'VE GOT A SUPER SPECIAL

GROJBAND MISSION.

YOU TWO UP FOR IT?

(SQUEAL IN EXCITEMENT)

(GASPS)

WE'RE ABOUT TO FIND OUT

WHO MY NEW MINA WILL BE!

NEW MINA?

ONLY MY BEST FRIEND

CAN BE CALLED MINA, MINA!

YOU'LL BE DEMOTED

TO MINA NUMBER 2.

THANKS FOR KEEPING ME

IN THE PICTURE, TRINA.

DOGS GET READY!

DOGS GET SET!

HOPE THE RIGHT DOG WINS

CUZ MELLOW PLACED A BET!

(PISTOL POPS,

DOGS BARK)

HEY, BOY!

IT'S MAGIC TIME!

MY MAGIC DRUMSTICKS!

♪♪

ABRA-KON-DABRA!

NOW!

(BARKING)

WELL, IT LOOKS LIKE

SPARKLES RAN AWAY.

BY WAY OF DEFAULT,

YOUR WINNER IS...

MIIIIIINE!

(HAPPY SQUEALS,

GIGGLES)

(HAIR CLIPPERS WHIR)

COREY:

SAY HI TO YOUR NEW BFF,

TRINA.

WHAT?! EEEEEWWWWW!

IT. LICKED. MY FAAAAAAACE!

(HEAVY METAL MUSIC PLAYS)

♪♪

(LIGHTNING STRIKES)

(SCRIBBLES FURIOUSLY)

(FLAMES HISS)

(HEAVENLY CHOIR SINGS)

LET'S GET KON

THAT DRUM SOLO!

♪♪

♪ I fought for you, baby,

and I'd fight again ♪

♪ You weren't just my love,

you were my best friend ♪

♪ You doggone

dog-tagged my heart ♪

♪ And sent it off to war ♪

HUH?

DOGS DON'T HAVE FINGERS!

(GASPS) I MUST BE A DRUMMER!

DRUM SOLO!

(DRUMMING)

♪♪

♪ You doggone

dog-tagged my heart

♪ And sent it off to war ♪

♪ My dogs are barking up

a storm ♪

♪ And I ain't eating dog food

no more ♪

♪ Yeaaaah! ♪

(PYROTECHNICS EXPLODE,

CROWD APPLAUDS, DOGS BARK)

KON:

BEING A DOG WAS GREAT!

EVERYONE SCRATCHES YOUR TUMMY

AND THE WORLD IS YOUR BATHROOM.

MAYOR MELLOW:

YOU GUYS WERE GREAT TODAY,

AND SO WAS YOUR DOG.

HEY! WHERE DID HE GO?

COREY:

THANKS, MAYOR MELLOW,

BUT WE'RE DONE WITH HAIR.

WHAT MATTERS IN MUSIC

IS SOUL,

AND BEING A DOG BAND

GROWS HAIR ON THAT SOUL.

THEN YOU HAVE TO WASH

THE DANDRUFF FLAKES OFF IT

OR THEY COVER UP

WHO YOU REALLY ARE

AND YOU START ACTING

LIKE AN ANIMAL.

INSTEAD OF PLAYING WICKED

GUITAR LICKS,

YOU'RE JUST LICKING

THE FACES OF YOUR FANS.

(LANDING THUD)

THANKS FOR COMING OUT,

EVERYONE!