Original subtitles

I'm Roger.

That's where I live.

Robo City.

Best place in the world.

Well, if you forget all the traffic.

And all the people everywhere.

And especially all the walking tins.

Like Bill, our sheriff.

It's just such a lot of fun to jerk him around

or make him lose his head.

Literally.

The Great Ferris Wheel.

Everybody loves it.

I don't.

I think it's, uh... creepy.

I dodge the bipedals and tin cans as best I can.

And most of all, I try to avoid all the pets around.

But what I really hate are...

...cats.

When night falls on Robo City and everyone is sleeping...

my day begins.

I'm behind you.

You can smell my breath, you flea-bag.

I'm hot on your heels.

Well, he's not.

'Cause I'm a stray.

And I'm breathing down your neck, Billyboy.

You may rule the day,

but I... rule the night.

Huh?

Hmm...

Hmm...

Hm?

Hmm...

Huh?

Hmm...

-Huh?

Wow. Huh.

-Huh?

Hmm...

Hmm...

Huh?

Hmm...

Hmm...

Ah!

Huh.

Uh, veggie? Give me a break.

Ah... Now we're talking.

Hiya.

-Uh-oh.

Huh.

Uh... Ah...

-Mm.

Hmm.

Huh?

A stray dog in my home?

Go back to where you came from!

Ooh...

You got me shaking in my shoes, kitty cat.

Belle? Belle, my darling?

- Mummy's home.

An eight-hour photo shoot.

Smiling. Looking perfect.

And I've missed you so much.

Huh?

A dirty, smelly dog.

In our private home.

And my brave Belle scared the horrid stray away.

It's you and me forever, Belle.

Nothing and nobody will ever come between us.

Huh.

-Hm. Huh?

Hmm...

Aw.

-Huh.

-Oh. Hmph.

-Oops. -Gotcha!

In your dreams, tin slug.

Slug? I'll show you.

You scared me to death, Bill.

Yeah.

-Oh! -Ooh!

Huh?

Here you go!

Mm? Whoa!

- Whoa!

Hmm...

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you

in a court of law.

You're a lost cause, Bill.

Yep.

Hm?

Hm...

Home sweet home.

Huh.

Hey, Beezer. Great to see you.

What's up?

Taking a day off from the zoo again?

I can smell the wind of change.

Well, with an, uh... organ like that,

I could smell a piece of sausage a thousand miles from here.

- Oh, sorry, I forgot.

Never mention your, uh, "sniffer".

I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.

I know, I know. It's your soft spot.

Hm?

Huh?

Good morning.

-Uh... Huh? -I really need to give you a hug.

Huh?

-Hey!

-Come here. -Hey, hey, hey.

Where did you come from?

Oh! Uh, I should have introduced myself.

My name is Bob.

Ta-da! I am an Emo Bot. A robot pet.

First and last specimen of a new, but discarded product line.

Pets aren't welcome here. And robots neither.

This is the home of the homeless.

Bob is homeless.

He was supposed to be scrapped.

- Somehow he managed to escape. -Huh.

The Stray and Scrap Police have been after him for days.

He was so frightened, he hooked up with a bin.

Probably felt they had something in common.

Poor guy.

So, yes, he is one of us, Roger.

Bob likes you.

Oh, no.

You're a cat, aren't you?

A cat? I am Roger, the Thief of Robo City.

Everybody knows me.

I am... a dog!

Hey. No problem. We're best friends for life...

-either way! -What?

You better check for loose screws, buddy.

"Wind of change." Okay, okay, but not a whirlwind.

Oh.

Uh.

Huh?

Huh?

Hm.

Hmm.

-Hmm.

You're just like me.

Nothing but the best.

Fixit! Come here!

-Get rid of the... -Mm-mm.

...spider.

All is well, my dear. All is well.

No more spider.

Fixit will keep an eye on it.

I've got a photo shoot in 30, so I'll drop you off at Pamper Pets.

Beauty time for my little tiger.

Mama's going to get you later, Ronaldo.

And tonight, there'll be a nice big plate of pasta waiting for you.

Mmm!

-Hm.

Oh...

Bye, cutie!

Sculpted in heaven.

Hey, Ronaldo, chill out.

You've been Pet of the Year five times already.

Ronaldo can't help it. Ronaldo has to be first.

Ronaldo needs it. For his mama. For his ragazza.

And for himself.

Belle, doesn't Ronaldo look simply fantastico?

You're so embarrassing, Ronaldo.

Merely in love.

If you weren't in love with your mama, Ronaldo,

you'd date yourself.

I could watch Ronaldo, like, forever.

I hear his owner worships the ground he walks on.

Literally.

Who wouldn't? What do you think, Tiger?

You're letting yourself go, Slomo.

Slow and steady wins the race.

Good morning, good folk of Robo City.

This is your mayor speaking, Frank Stone.

It's a beautiful new day in this great city.

Robo City.

And to ensure that this city becomes even more beautiful,

more unique, more perfect,

I have planned something very special for you, my fellow citizens.

Something that you won't forget.

Today is a very special day.

Today is a very special day.

It's your first birthday, Roger.

Today is a very special day.

It's your first birthday, Roger.

Enjoy it...

...while you can.

-Huh?

Huh?

You have to think positive.

Every time a door closes, another opens.

You again. Let me guess.

You're not just an emo gadget. You also have a philosophy app.

Am I right?

Absolutely!

And Roger, that's you,

and Bob, that's me...

I'm in awe of your memory banks.

...are friends for life.

Bob and Roger, together forever!

Hey, Shakespeare, you go on rhyming.

I'm off to find myself a new place to stay.

Not for the first time.

-Huh?

-Oh.

-Oh!

-Oh!

Superhero!

- Um... Oh.

Huh?

- What... - There we go.

Hm? Oh!

-Huh. -Uh-oh.

-Hm?

-Uh? Huh? -I think it's jammed.

-Ah.

Gah!

-Oh.

Let me down. I feel sick up here.

-Hm. -What?

Aw... Look at this little guy.

So cute.

Maybe not.

Um...

-Oh! -Yeah!

Wait for me!

Aah. Woo-hoo-hoo! Um...

-I got you. -Uh... Oh...

Huh?

Hold on!

Aah! Ah!

-Ooh!

-Ah!

Oh!

-Um... -Whoa!

-Oh!

Right.

-Speed!

Ha-ha!

What's on the schedule today, Edgar?

Sport, I'm afraid, Oscar.

Good gracious.

Huh! Oh!

- Sorry!

A stray. And scrap.

-In public? -Shocking, isn't it?

Whoa! Oh!

Argh! Oh!

Hey!

-Hello!

Whoa!

Huh?

Uh... Huh?

Hm?

Hm...

Hmm...

Hm...

Huh? Oh!

-Oh.

Hm?

Bob wants a nanny too.

Those are for...

bootlickers.

-Crawlers. -Toadies.

-Wimps. -Sycophants.

You always have to have the last word, right?

Sorry, it's just my synonym app.

Ugh, that stray again.

And the filthy waste on wheels. Scandalous.

-Loafers. -Idlers.

Smart-aleck.

Smart... what? That's not in my dictionary.

Bob has an idea. Bob puts you on a leash.

In your dreams!

Don't get used to this. You're not my nanny.

Bob will take you to a safe place.

- Huh? - You'll love it!

Oh, no. Over my dead body.

- Huh?

Huh?

Uh... Okay.

I wonder when Sophie last went for a wax.

- Last century?

Say something, will you?

Which reminds me, I need my lips plumping up again.

By the way, have you ever thought about getting your nose done?

Well, I mean having one made in the first place!

-These pets are sicker than I thought. -Yep.

You know what, Walter?

Mm-mm. And I don't wanna know.

-News is usually not good news. -Hmm...

You're my absolute dream guy.

What did I say!

If you'd one wish, what would it be?

Me?

I'm just happy if I get through the day without anything happening to me.

Oh, come on, Walter.

-Okay, well, uh... -Uh-huh.

What I'd really like...

Yeah?

...is to be a skateboard champion.

Skateboard champion. Great.

But so far I've only managed to stay on the board

for about five seconds before it ditches me.

I'm a lost cause.

Nonsense!

You've got real staying power.

You just need a push.

Nah, it's already on the highest setting.

Chill out. Take a risk.

Bad news again.

- Oh!

What did I say? That boy's got zing in his step.

Good folk of Robo City.

Our city is on the cusp of a new era.

We're approaching a perfect world.

A world devoid of hatred,

pain, fear.

A world without error.

A world without failure.

A world with no place for failures...

like you.

Is that really...

No.

It's not possible.

For you are all imperfect.

Vain and spoilt.

With pumped-up emotions. Your existence is worthless.

So unlike my own pure and perfect creations.

Such flawless structures. Such elegant design.

And yet I accommodate such pitiful creatures as you.

I've had enough.

But I'm generous.

I'm granting you a whole hour.

A whole hour to pack your bags and leave town.

-The town designed for my creations

and my creations alone.

And so to show you that I mean business,

I've prepared...

a little something.

And then I'm getting my nose pierced,

eyelash extensions,

buttock enhancements...

Oh, really?

That's exciting.

Which reminds me...

The Thief of Robo City came to my apartment last night.

And?

He's on his way to dog heaven.

Oh, is he?

Mamma mia.

Ronaldo!

Mama!

Something's missing.

Belle!

We have to go back.

Traffic jam. No U-turn possible.

Oh, no! My baby!

Strange things are happening.

And I strongly feel that they're somehow connected with me.

With my past, a past I can hardly remember.

I have to find out what's going on.

Bob will be at your side wherever you go.

Ah...

Tiger! Chichi!

And my reflexology massage?

And the lomilomi treatment?

And the hot stones?

Typical.

Of course, I'm among the forgotten.

My mistress will be here any minute.

She can't live without me.

No, she won't.

I know what I'm talking about.

My old man forgets me everywhere.

The other day, he left me behind in a restaurant.

I can count myself lucky I didn't end up as a schnitzel.

Oh, no!

Who's going to clip Ronaldo's claws?

Who'll make him chocolate mousse?

Iron his pajamas? Make his basket?

Who will sing him to sleep? Wake him with a kiss?

Oh, put a cork in it, Elvis.

Is she talking to Ronaldo?

We'll go to my mistress.

She'll be out of her mind with worry.

You know your way home?

Of course.

Well, sort of.

Actually, not really.

Not at all.

Hey, I know the way.

-Hmm... -Yeah, sure.

Especially in the dark,

when respectable animals are getting their beauty sleep.

A greased-up poodle,

a wacky robot,

and a cat around my neck.

Can it get any worse?

It's me or him.

Hm?

Oh!

Slomo sacrificed himself for us.

Slomo's courage will always inspire Ronaldo's strength.

He saved our lives.

So we should leave while we can

and not set up camp in the open street.

Belle lives over on the other side of the zoo.

So this is our shortcut.

And the wild animals?

Are sound asleep in their cages.

That's bad news.

At least you're safe from the dog-catcher here.

We're pets.

We have no problem with the police.

Do you think so?

Without your owners, you're nothing but strays and beggars.

He's right, you know.

Hey, Beezer!

Good to see a familiar nose, uh... face.

What's that guy got between his eyes?

You got a problem, pug?

Mm-mm.

Hell of a crew you've got here, man.

Not my kind of clan, mind.

Catch you later.

Ah... Beezer wouldn't hurt a fly.

Only, you shouldn't mention his...

...nose.

He's funny on that.

The... Emo Bot.

Boris!

Didn't I order every specimen of this good-for-nothing series

to be scrapped?

What a cute little barrel you are.

I am not a cute little barrel. My name is Bob.

Whatever.

As long as you're tasty.

-Ugh.

Never heard of manners, have you?

That's all that's left of the last pussycat I met.

Hyena poo!

What do you want, lapdog?

Oof. Oops-a-daisy.

I would like to offer you a hearty welcome, sir.

Hm?

-Oof. Holy moly!

Oof.

Hmm.

Oh... It's a bit whiffy around here.

Don't tell me you've been programmed to fart, too.

Such fine tidbits coming my way.

Hey. You better not pick a fight with us.

My mama weighs 120 kilo.

And where is your mama, fluff-tail?

Nobody calls me fluff-tail without consequences.

Ronaldo stood up to a ferocious monster.

Ronaldo even got over the death of his comrade in battle.

Oh, dear.

Not big on dental hygiene, are we?

Hm?

I'd suggest a strict salad diet with a bit of peppermint on the side.

-Salad diet and... -Peppermint.

Salad diet and...

Peppermint.

Not the sharpest tool in the box, the worm, is he?

Well, let's see. Try it again, smart guy.

It's salad diet and...

Uh...

Peppermint.

Now crawl into your basket and practice it.

And hop to it.

Salad diet and...

Hop to it.

Not that I miss him, but we really should look for Ronaldo.

You and Roger take the left. I'll go right.

We'll meet at the exit.

Ronaldo scared a gigantic lizard.

Ronaldo fears neither death nor the devil.

- Ronaldo's muscles defy...

...danger everywhere.

You are filled with fear.

And so you should be.

For I am Asgar,

the terror of the jungle.

Asgar, you old puss.

Hm?

Look at that...

Better not say it out loud, brother.

Nose!

He said it, didn't he?

-He really said it.

Loud and clear.

-You did say it.

-Time to go. -Absolutely.

Salad diet and...

Salad diet and...

Let's celebrate our glorious victory.

Huh? Oh...

Well, well.

Roger, the Thief of Robo City.

What an honor to finally meet you.

You must be Brian Longfinger.

Beezer mentioned you once.

Yes, my fingers are everywhere.

As are my eyes and ears.

You're in grave danger.

He's on your trail.

Who? Sheriff Bill?

No, not the old Bill.

Something far greater is threatening the city.

It all began many years ago.

To build the city, the wetlands were drained.

Forests were cleared and rivers dammed.

And thus, the city grew and grew,

consuming all in its wake.

The wild animals were driven from their habitats.

Some were granted a cage at the zoo.

As I was.

But most were simply cast out.

For the sake of the city, a place where people and their pets

could be free from cares.

Robots were designed to do all the work.

Slowly but surely,

the inhabitants grew more and more selfish and spoilt.

And as the city flourished and grew,

so too did the rubbish dump,

feeding on the inhabitants' garbage

until it spilled out across the land

like the tentacles of a giant squid.

Frank Stone, too, began to change.

The genius behind Robo City

grew ever more obsessive.

The once friendly man secluded himself,

turned his back on everyone,

even on those he loved.

The handsome idol of Robo City

grew pale and bony.

Something terrible happened to him.

And now...

Now the city is being run

by a monster.

What happened?

We all want to know and understand.

Especially you, Roger.

More than anyone else,

you want to know and understand.

So now you are their leader.

You will be their guide.

Through gloomy times to rekindle the light.

Hm...

And I always thought only pets were cuckoo.

It is done.

The perfect world is just one step away.

We're safe now.

She'll probably be out looking for me... right now.

Exactly.

She'll be terribly worried about me.

Sure.

Oh.

That'll be the day when I need pity from a stray dog.

She let me down.

She upped and left without me.

And that's that.

All alone..

All alone the hero rises.

Buffoon.

No one's ever said that to me before.

What a feisty lady.

And you? You could never understand.

You're a layabout, a stray, a thief.

You've never lost anything.

Because you've never had anything to lose.

Hm. True. I'm a stray.

I've no home. No owner.

No one to care for me around the clock.

And I'm a thief too.

I'm not proud of it.

I stole to survive.

There are many like me out there.

With no place to go when it gets dark,

no hope,

no one to look after them.

But...

But I was not born a stray.

Once, I had a home.

A warm bed. The best dishes.

And above all...

someone who loved me more than anything.

We were inseparable.

When he was at work, I anxiously waited for him.

We spent all our spare time together.

We wandered the streets for hours,

or we'd just play and play.

And then, well, one day, it happened.

I'd picked up an exciting scent.

I was pulling at my leash,

and, and suddenly I was loose.

Wherever I looked, there were just strange feet and legs.

People everywhere, but I was completely alone.

I looked for my owner all night long.

But he was gone.

And over the years, I started forgetting where I came from.

Instead, I learned where I belong.

On the street.

And that's where I learned to look after myself.

It wasn't easy, but I managed.

So he was a pet like us.

Think twice, stupid.

We're strays now, like him.

Oh.

But we got a roof over our head.

We've got each other.

And we've got... Fixit!

Fixit, ice cream for everyone!

Only the best.

Oh!

Huh?

Oh, no. Oh.

Battle mode.

That's bad news.

Hang on. I'm supposed to say that.

Uh...

Huh!

Huh! Oh!

Hmph! How was that?

Hey, guys, we'd better leave now.

And you go and fix yourself.

Ha-ha!

That was fun.

-Huh?

The fun's not over yet.

Ya!

Have a nice day!

Oops.

Hey, Vac, you might need a little more pull for all of me.

Oops.

Ooh...

A bristle massage.

You wanna be my personal trainer?

Come on!

Hurry up!

Sophie? Walter?

Huh!

Ha!

Hmm...

Oh, no. No way.

Woohoo-hoo!

Woo!

-Woo! -Hm.

You wanna race? Fine with me.

Let's go surfing, sweetie.

- Whoo-hoo! - Yahoo!

- Whoo! Huh! -Hmph.

Time for the flying pug.

Whoo-hoo!

Hm? Ah!

You have the right to remain silent.

Hello.

-Let's stick together, guys. -Yes.

-Huh... Mm...

-Ah!

Nobody move! Nobody move!

Oh...

Huh?

My dog tag.

Huh?

A gift from Mama.

-Strays don't need ID. -Mm... Uh...

Welcome to the free world.

Next station. Shopping Mall.

Shouldn't we slow down a bit?

Speed is my middle name!

-Huh-ho! -Oh! Ah!

Ha!

-Huh?

Whoa!

- Uh-oh.

Ah!

Wow!

-Oh!

Oh! That's great theater!

Forward. Right. Bingo.

And action!

-Oh!

Keep your head up, Bill.

Ugh. Gross.

What a smell.

-Oh.

You didn't take it personally, right?

No, no, not personally.

But I took it to heart.

Oh! Bob has an idea.

- There we go.

Oh, hey!

- Ah, come on! - After you.

Bye!

Ow!

Sorry.

Upon my soul.

That's embarrassing.

Whoa!

Finally.

Huh.

Ready for a hip-swing?

- Oh, yeah!

What a woman.

Hey, lover-boy. That woman is already taken.

Whoa!

Mmm...

Ow.

Yes!

Ow.

Ha-ha!

Hm?

Hey...

Whoa!

Oh! Woohoo-hoo!

Dinos. Bob loves dinos.

Bob?

Uh-uh.

Bob is very happy to meet you.

-Hello! - The Emo Bot.

A disgrace to perfection.

Scrap you are and to scrap you shall return.

Oh.

Um...

Ah...

Uh-oh.

Ah...

Ha-ha! Hmph.

Take that, you stinking rust-buckets.

Ah...

Hmm...

-Woo!

-Ha-ha!

Uh...

Uh...

Huh?

Huh!

Huh?

-Time to go. -Absolutely.

Come on!

-Hm? Uh...

Come and get me.

Ow.

I can smell their cold sweat.

We were a pretty neat team back there.

Hm.

Hey, Bob, everything okay?

It was all my fault.

If I hadn't flipped the switch...

Hey, hey, cheer up.

No, no. I have endangered my friends.

But I will make amends.

What are you talking about, Bob?

You should check your "think positive" chip.

It's more than that.

As long as I'm with you, you're all in danger.

He's not after you.

He's after me.

He wants to scrap me!

I have to turn myself in to save my friends' lives.

I have no clue what's going on.

But Ronaldo can taste the smell of bravery.

Huh?

Okay.

Bob. No!

Wait... wait, Bob!

I heard there's a huge mouth outside the city

that grinds every bot that comes its way to pulp.

And the mouth never stops chewing.

It chomps and chomps, day and night.

And the cries of those poor souls...

And the sounds of cracked limbs...

-Pipe down, Ronaldo. -Ouch.

Hey, what's the matter with you?

Hey.

I have to go and look for Bob.

And I'm going to find him.

He's not alone.

We are friends for life.

I'm coming with you, Roger.

No. We're all going.

We're pets united.

Uh-uh. Together we'll attract too much attention.

Besides, I strongly feel

that Bob's and my fate are somehow connected.

I have to find out myself.

And if I'm not back by midday tomorrow,

you have to try and leave town before the Stray Police find you.

Leave town? How are we supposed to do that?

Beezer once told me that there's a wall... with a door.

And behind the door... is a happier world.

I don't know. Maybe it's wrong.

But this world has been in my dreams ever since.

You will find out.

You're strong. You'll make it.

Roger.

Roger!

- Your friends are lost.

I'll yank those whiskers right out of your chin if you say that again,

you little dumpling.

Threats won't get you anywhere, dear lady.

Do you know where they've taken Bob?

To...

Robo World.

Entering that part of town is strictly prohibited.

The road leading to Robo World is heavily guarded by robots.

But...

There is another path.

If you succeed in opening the gate that leads to it.

Piece of cake.

Ew. What a stench.

It's the stench of hell.

The path to Robo World is the path through...

the underworld.

It's dangerous to take it.

I will.

And if I stink for the rest of my life, so what?

Mamma mia.

We taught them a lesson they'll never forget.

Ah... You want to celebrate our glorious victory?

Absolutely.

Huh?

...is a fool?

Am I not flawless and pure...

father?

You're a monster.

So you've finally come to kill me?

How could I?

You are my creator.

You made me in your image.

You taught me everything.

Until I grew smarter than you...

and stronger.

For you are merely human.

But I am still your son.

No. What a fool I am.

I wanted to build a perfect city

by destroying nature.

I wanted to create a perfect organism,

and you are the result.

No...

You're no son of mine.

You're the spawn of the devil.

Uh...

Hmm...

Mission completed, Master.

Well, well, well...

Who've we got here?

The robot with human feelings.

Boris.

How did this horrible thing escape the crusher?

You were supposed to get rid of all the copies

of this good-for-nothing series.

You didn't feel sorry for him, did you?

What a stupid idea.

A robot with emotions.

How ridiculous.

Emotions disrupt the perfect course of things.

They are impure and full of errors.

-Oh...

-Hey...

What's up with your head? You're no sheriff.

You're junk. Get out of my sight.

Oh.

That's not fair.

-Oh. -And now to you.

You came here to kill your master.

You're a brave but useless little guy.

And now all that's left for you is...

The Jaw.

No.

Ew.

Huh?

Comrades!

Sheriff Bill?

They are not our enemy.

I was the head of the Stray Police

and charged with keeping scrap off the streets.

But now, I'm just like you.

A discarded robot.

And I'm proud of it.

So you and these strays

are now under my protection.

Come on. Hurry up about it.

Ha...

Oh, I get it.

You really have got a soft spot for the little guy.

Loser.

I'll show you.

But first, we say goodbye to our friend.

Sweet dreams and bon voyage.

Ah! Ugh.

Piece of cake!

Huh!

Bob! Uh...

Bob! No!

Roger.

Oh, no!

You have to jump off, my friend.

-Never. -You can't save me.

I'm too heavy.

And I'm not made of flesh and blood.

I'm metal.

I can't escape the magnet.

I'm not going to abandon you.

You're everything I got. We are friends for life, remember?

It's been a long and wonderful day.

I'm grateful for that.

Huh!

Belle... What a prima ballerina.

Phew. That was a close one.

Hold tight.

Hey.

-Huh?

Ah!

You can do it, Ronaldo.

Huh? Hm.

Hmm...

-Oh! - Yeah.

Oh, oh. Hey!

It's Ronaldo.

Thank you, Belle.

Walter.

-Oh... - Ronaldo.

- Ha! Sophie.

Hmm.

-My friend. -Bob.

Huh?

Come on. I dare you.

Oh.

Oh.

You obey your master.

But tomorrow, you'll be discarded like we were.

Prized robots and scrap, we are all alike.

The same energy flows through our veins.

We are brothers and sisters.

And our enemy is not down here, but up there!

What a useless waste of time.

Cats aren't afraid of spiders.

Cats aren't afraid of spiders!

Who's the scaredy-cat now?

Huh?

Belle!

Hi, guys.

Whoa.

Bye-bye.

-Belle, that was the-- -Yes, that was quite a long day.

But it was the best day of my life.

For one day we were all...

Mangy strays.

We had no protection, but we weren't afraid.

We were without a Mama.

But we were as free as pirates.

We were all like Roger and Bob.

Without them, we wouldn't have made it.

Thank you, but it's not over yet.

Hm.

Huh? Uh...

Is it possible?

Is it a dream?

Is it really you?

- Roger? My Roger?

No... no, it can't be.

-Oh, where have you been all this time?

I thought I... I'd never see you again.

-Roger.

We'll never lose each other again.

-Thank you, Boris.

And thank you, Bob.

My greatest invention.

Oh.

No power on earth can stop me.

We are too perfect to be defeated.

A piece of discarded junk and a miserable stray.

- The scum of my city.

You dare to come here?

-Huh?

Let me down, you freak!

Oh, he will.

Later.

Uh, you wanna say goodbye, Bob?

With pleasure.

Oh... Interesting turn of events.

Boris will now let you down.

Bon voyage. And sweet dreams.

Now Bob has a nanny too.

I haven't been here in ages.

I built this wall to keep the city safe from the wild.

Thinking about it now,

it's probably the other way round.

Does anyone know what that is?

Our ancestors called it...

nature.

Slomo!

I thought, you...

The spider?

Not fast enough for old Slomo, my friend.

Just had a quick look at this side of the wall.

There are things out there you wouldn't imagine.

Another happier world.

-Yes, Roger.

Another happier world.

So much space outside our cages.

So much fresh air.

At least in theory.

And the zoo had its good sides too.

Oh, yes.

A roof over one's head when it rains.

An audience full of admiration

and fear.

And always enough to eat.

But the cages?

You always end up in one cage or another.

But when it's your home, you don't see the bars.

Hm...

-Huh?

Hm?

Hmm...

My name is Bob.

I'm happy to make your acquaintance.

Ew...

Have you not thought about getting your nose done?

I think it's big enough.

-How do I look, Tiger? -Hm.

Why do I bother asking?

You only ever give a stupid whistle.

Sound system?

Chorus line ready?

Always.

-Playback?

-Oh! -Sometimes you have to get

a load off your shoulders to stay on top of things.

Are you really a pig?

-No joke? -Sure, what did you think?

A hummingbird?

I always thought you were a pug, like me.

Nobody and nothing is perfect.

Oh, the mysteries of life.

Woo-hoo!

So...

-Are you up for another adventure? -With you?

Hm.

Any day.

Salad diet and...

Oh, peppermint!

You're letting yourself go, Ronaldo.

You could risk losing your Pet of the Year title.

So what.

Besides, we are all Pet of the Year.