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- ♪

- I have to say, Arthur, this detective costume

is some of my best work.

And you need one more little detail.

- [in Southern drawl] Evenin', Ma'am.

Detective Stuart here.

You know, I'm so excited Leaf cast me as Arthur's partner

in his latest video.

[in Southern drawl] If it's the law you're breaking,

you gotta deal with the bacon.

Detective Bacon, that is.

- MILLIE: Ha! - IVY AND STUART: [gasp]

- Hey, guys!

- Millie, what are you doing here?

Is that my robe?

- And are those my froggy slippers?

- Yeah, I came by looking for you,

but I couldn't find anywhere,

so I made myself a sandwich, then I got tired,

so I grabbed your robe and slippies and took a nap.

- But what are you doing here?

- I need to talk to you guys about your family's habit

of coming over to our place uninvited.

- But didn't you come here uninvited?

- Geesh, where's the neighborly love?

Anywho, Arthur's been sneaking into our backyard

and digging into my dad's tomato garden.

- No way!

Arthur hates tomatoes.

He even hates ketchup.

Which is the best kind of tomatoes.

- Well, my dad's coming over to talk to your dad about it.

Right after he finishes blasting his pecs and biceps.

- Uh, Millie, my froggys?

- Oh, here you go.

And you might wanna teach your pig

to respect other people's property.

- That's my robe!

- Not anymore.

- Are you sure you know what you're doing, Uncle Clark?

- That's future Doctor Uncle Clark.

I'm thinking of switching to premed,

so I'm taking a first aid class.

So, I'm pretty sure I know how to treat a serious injury.

- But I just had a splinter.

- Hey! Who's the doctor here?

- Neither of us.

- Leaf, Millie's dad is accusing Arthur

of digging in his tomato garden.

- No way!

Arthur hates tomatoes.

Even ketchup.

Which is the best kind of tomatoes!

- Exactly!

Anyway, her dad's coming over to talk to your dad about it.

- Well, Lewis isn't home, so I'll talk to him dad to dad.

- [laughs] Good luck.

Millie's dad is huge!

He looks like he just climbed down

from the top of a beanstalk.

- [chuckles] Oh, nephew,

everyone's a giant to a kid, right?

I'll take care of it.

- [loud knocking at door]

- I bet that's him. - Set him straight, Uncle Clark.

- [scoffs] I will.

I'm just gonna tell him Arthur is innocent,

and he needs to go back to his garden

and mind his own business.

- I'm here about the pig.

- We all know Arthur is guilty, and we'll do whatever you want.

- What I want is that pig to stay inside

and out of my garden.

I love my garden.

It relaxes me.

- The pig will stay inside.

We will all stay inside.

Please take this...houseplant as a peace offering.

There, handled it.

- Dad! You were supposed to defend Arthur,

not put him under house arrest.

- Plus, you gave away my dad's favorite ficus.

- I told you, Uncle Clark,

anyone would be scared of that muscle monster.

- Of course I'm scared.

Did you see what he did to that garden hoe?

It could have been me.

- ♪

- Good, Dad, you're home.

We really need your help.

- Whatever you need, kids, my afternoon is totally open.

- It's about a neighbor dispute.

- Great, bring it on.

I'm a lawyer. I argue for a living.

- The neighbor is Millie's dad.

- You know what? I just remembered,

I got a lot of stuff to do this weekend.

- Dad, it's not fair. Arthur needs a lawyer.

He's been falsely imprisoned.

Millie's dad says we have to keep him in the house.

- Well, whatever Rodney's problem is with Arthur,

I'm sure it will blow over.

- And you not wanting to talk to him doesn't have anything

to do with the fact that Millie's dad is enormous?

- Is he? I never noticed.

- Sorry, Leaf. We tried.

- You call that trying?

I'm not gonna sit here while an innocent little pig

loses his freedom.

We're gonna find a way to fight this.

- Please hurry, because Arthur's got the jailhouse blues.

- [harmonica plays]

- [snapping fingers]

- ♪

- Okay, none of the evidence points to Arthur.

He doesn't like tomatoes,

and there's a fence around the property.

So there's no way he could have gotten out.

- Plus, there are a lot of other suspects.

- Why is my picture up there?

- I'm not ruling anybody out.

Anyway, let's question the suspect in custody.

He's got a history of getting into people's yards.

Okay, squirrel, this look familiar?

- He's not gonna talk, Stuart.

- Well, I'm gonna make him talk!

Because a pig's freedom's at stake!

- No, I mean he's an animal.

He's literally not ever going to talk.

- MILLIE: Hey! - IVY AND STUART: [gasp]

- You guys are wasting your time.

I reviewed my surveillance footage from last week,

and here's a photo of Arthur in my dad's garden.

- That could be any pig.

- He's wearing a gold sparkly jacket.

- Face it, your pig is guilty.

Stylish, but guilty.

- Okay, squirrel, you're free to go.

- [squirrel chattering]

- But don't leave town!

- ♪

♪ Hey, hey, whee

♪

♪ Hey, hey, whee ♪

- ♪

- This photo doesn't make any sense.

How would Arthur even get out of our yard?

- Yeah, he's just a pig, not an escape artist.

- Guys, help! Arthur escaped!

- How?

- He tricked me.

He pretended he need to use the litter box, and when

I turned my back, you know, to give him a little privacy,

he went off running!

- There he is! By that bush!

- ARTHUR: [oinking]

- Ah-ha! There's a tunnel into my yard.

That must be how he gets to my dad's tomatoes.

- That's impossible.

Pig's don't tunnel.

- [dog barking]

- But dogs do.

- [dog barking]

- MILLIE AND IVY: Duchess?

- Is that your dog?

- She's my dad's prized show dog.

The Duchess of Wiggleton.

- Aw, it looks like they're friends.

- ARTHUR: [oinking]

- So it was Duchess who dug in your dad's garden.

Arthur's innocent.

He was just using the tunnel to visit her.

- Oooh, Duchess, you're in trouble.

Looks like Little Miss Perfect isn't so perfect after all.

- Is there something going on with you two?

- Ask her.

- ♪

- Lewis, I've been thinking about this whole

Arthur/Rodney situation, and I know what we should do.

You should confront Rodney.

- Well, like I told the kids,

maybe it's best we lay low until Rodney calms down.

- No, you gotta strike while the iron is hot.

And if anything happens, I'll be here to help you.

And sew you back together.

- Clark, I am not gonna fight a man

so you can get first aid experience.

- Why can't you just support me?

- [doorbell rings]

- It's Rodney.

You handle it. I'll go grab my medical bag.

- Lewis. - Hey, Rodney.

What a pleasant surprise.

Can I get you anything? Lemonade? Coffee?

Side of beef?

- Dad, good news. Arthur's innocent.

Hey, Mr. Millie's Dad.

The Duchess of Wiggleton.

- Millie told me everything.

- Oh great, so we're good now?

- Hey, we all make mistakes.

But it takes a big man to apologize.

- Apologize?

You guys should be apologizing to me.

- Lewis isn't sorry.

- Why are you so upset?

Arthur's not ruining your tomato garden.

- No, he's ruining my dog.

She should be training for the dog shows,

not rolling around in the mud with some pig.

It's unacceptable.

Isn't it, Dutchy-wutchy-wutchy?

- Hey! Dutchy-wutchy is the one

who dug the tunnel to see Arthur.

- Well, that won't happen again,

because this neighborhood is not zoned for pigs,

which means your illegal farm animal has got to go.

- This is crazy.

- Arthur's not really illegal, is he?

- We can't get rid of Arthur.

- Don't worry, kids, Arthur's not going anywhere.

I will fight Rodney. - Finally!

- With the law! - Dang it!

- ♪

- ♪ Hey, hey, whoo ♪

- Arthur's really worried he might have to leave.

Look at him, he's devastated.

- Is he? Because he's eating a lot.

- He eats when he's sad.

- But he eats when he's happy, too.

- He's an emotional eater.

- Guys, Dad's trying to find a legal way for us to keep Arthur.

But just in case,

one of my Ivy Cares followers said he could live on her ranch.

- Are you kidding? Arthur doesn't like the country.

Arthur's a big city pig with big city dreams.

- You're right, we can't send Arthur away.

He's family. - Yeah!

The only ranch that Arthur is going to be experiencing

is ranch dressing.

Here you go, buddy.

- Thanks for letting me practice

for my fractures and sprains test.

- Sure, bandage me up, whatever.

It's gonna take all day for me

to finish this zoning paperwork for Arthur.

Plus, I've been on hold with city hall for hours.

- Okay, let's say you have a severe compound fracture

of the left tibia. - [gloves snap]

- Great, back on hold again.

- No rush, this is gonna take a while anyway.

- I can't wait to get the zone law changed

and see the look on Rodney's face.

- Ooh, I try not to look directly in his face.

I don't want him taking it as a sign of aggression.

- Hello?

It's just a recorded voice saying

my call's very important to them.

- [hairdryer blowing]

- What are you doing?

- I'm drying your cast, what does it look like?

- It look like you put a cast on over my pants!

And you signed it?

- I just wanted you to get well soon.

- Okay, I know how we're gonna keep Arthur.

We're gonna aim our sprinklers at Millie's house.

It will flood their basement,

and the whole family will have to move out.

- Stuart, we are not going to ruin their house.

- Hang on, I'll be right back.

- [sprinkler hissing]

- Okay, any other ideas?

- I've got a good one.

I'm gonna record some workout music with hidden messages

that will convince Rodney to let the pig stay.

♪ Muscles, muscles, muscles, working out is fun ♪

♪ Let the pig stay

♪ Muscles, muscles, muscles, we're gonna get it done ♪

♪ Let the pig stay

♪ Ahhh ♪

- That is catchy.

- Yeah, but I don't know how hidden the messages are.

I think we need to do something drastic.

We're gonna give him this decorative mirror.

Then every day he'll have to look at himself in it,

and face what he's done.

- Any other ideas?

- We've gotta think of something.

Look how sad Arthur is.

- ARTHUR: [oinking]

- I know! - ALL: [gasp]

- Duchess is sad, too.

- Millie, were you eavesdropping?

- Uh, you guys were the ones who were talking

next to an open doorway.

- The door wasn't open.

- Well, it wasn't locked.

Anyway, we have a problem.

Duchess has a dog show today, and she's off her game.

I don't think she's gonna win.

- What does that have to do with anything?

- If Duchess loses,

my dad's gonna make me do kid pageants again.

- LEAF AND STUART: Ooh.

- I can't go back to that life.

I won't.

- Mm, I bet Duchess is sad because she misses Arthur.

- Wait a minute, if we bring Arthur to the dog show,

and he helps Duchess perk up and win,

your dad will see that Arthur's a good influence.

- It's a pedigree dog show.

You guys can't just walk in there with a pig.

- What if we dance in there with a pig?

- [pop music plays]

- Actually...

I think I got a better idea.

- Nice job, Ivy.

For a pig, Arthur makes a cute dog.

- He's not a pig, he's a pork-a-doodle.

- It's showtime.

Dog show time!

- MILLIE: Guys! - ALL: [gasp]

- You can't take Arthur looking like that.

Now he looks like a champion.

I wore that when I won Little Miss Baby Portland.

Just follow my lead, Arthur.

[deep breathe]

Strut and smile, strut and smile,

strut and smile, strut and smile.

- ♪

- There's some interesting grooming in here.

- Yeah, and not just on the dogs.

- Okay, now all we have to do is get Arthur next to Duchess.

- Oh, oh, the field is for competitors only.

- How do you know he's not a competitor?

- Yeah, I don't know what this is, but it's not a purebred.

Security, right here.

- [clears throat]

You're looking at a former Little Miss Baby Portland,

so step aside.

- Does that ever work?

- It gets me free fro-yo.

- Oh no, we're too late.

Duchess is already competing.

- Come on, Dutchy-wutchy.

Pull it together, please.

Don't you want to be Daddy's Little Champion?

- Oh, I remember this speech.

Ha, better you than me, Duchess.

- This is strange.

The Duchess of Wiggleton is normally eager to show off

on the agility course.

- I'm sorry, Arthur.

Looks like we missed our chance.

- Arthur, what are you doing?

Wah, wah!

- CROWD: [gasps] - Arthur!

- Go, Arthur! Run to her!

- ♪

♪ Whoo

- Clark, what's taking you so long?

I told you I want this thing off my leg!

- Say no more.

I just needed batteries for this medical saw.

- [saw whirs]

- You know what? Never mind.

I'll just wear this for the rest of my life.

- Hey, you're the one who's telling me

I need to pick a career.

- I just don't know if I can take you seriously as a doctor.

- Zoning! Representative!

Animal permit--

[coughing]

- Are you choking?

Oh, you're chocking!

Yes! It's Heimlich time!

I got an A on this!

Well, actually, I got a C, but then I took it over,

and I got--right, sorry.

First thing I do is stand behind you.

Then I place my arms around your hips.

Hope you're not ticklish. A little doctor humor.

Sorry. Then I tip you slightly forward,

now I make a fist and place it above your navel,

then I grab the fist, and I thrust hard

until the object is out of your body.

Heimlich! Heimlich! Heimlich!

- [coughing]

Whoa--wow.

Clark, you saved my life... eventually.

Thank you.

Maybe I was wrong about you being a doctor.

- Good.

Now we can saw that cast off.

- [saw whirring]

- Oh no! Arthur's disrupting the dog show.

Now Millie's dad is gonna hate him even more.

- Not that pig again.

- Look how happy Duchess is to see Arthur.

- ARTHUR: [oinking]

- In a last-minute substitution, it appears Duchess's handler

is now a pig.

Technically, not against the rules.

- AUDIENCE: [applause]

- Whoa, I didn't know Arthur could jump like that.

- Look! Duchess and Arthur are coming up to the last obstacle!

Yeah! - Whoo!

- ALL: [cheering]

- [horn blows]

- [cheering continues]

- Whoa, what a show!

What a finish!

- That was awesome, Arthur.

- And for the third year in a row, Best in Class goes

to the Duchess of Wiggleton.

- ALL: [cheering]

- Today, we learned that dominance has a name.

And that name is the Duchess of Wiggleton.

- Congratulations, Duchess.

You were great.

- Hearing the roar of that crowd almost makes me wanna

put on my old tiara and get back out there.

- Does my little girl have pageant fever again?

Strut and smile. Strut and smile.

- I said "almost".

- You know, Duchess couldn't have done such a great job

without her best friend.

- See? Arthur is a good influence.

- Can he please stay?

- How could I say no?

He's not going anywhere.

Arthur's here to stay.

Isn't that right, piggy-wiggy?

Oh, yes.

- Now, Arthur and Dutchy-wutchy

can be friendsy-wednesys.

I sound ridiculous. [chuckles]

But it sounds cool when you do it.

- ARTHUR: [squeals]

- ♪

- Dad, I'm so happy you guys got that zoning law changed.

- That means Arthur's never going anywhere.

- Yeah, the three of us went down to city hall,

and they changed it just like that.

- Guess they know not to mess with a lawyer.

- Or a future doctor.

- Or a librarian.

- And I'm sure your muscles had nothing to do with it.

- I believe we were promised a movie.

We brought some snacks.

- Tomato tartlets.

Yes, I made the crust,

and, no, you can't have the recipe.

- [clears throat]

Ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats

for the debut screening of my latest movie...

"Arthur's Jailbreak."

- ALL: [cheering]

- ♪

- LEAF: He was a disgraced detective

put away for a crime he didn't commit.

- [in Southern drawl] This is unfair!

My partner may like to get his nose dirty,

but his hooves are clean.

- LEAF: Jimmy, lights out.

Bacon, lights out.

I said, "Bacon, lights out!"

He's not in his cell!

Sound the alarms! The prisoner has escaped!

- [siren beeping]

- ARTHUR: [oinking]

- [barking]

- [tires squeak]

- What's that? He's free?

Yes, he's free!

Don't look back, Bacon.

Don't look back.

- ♪ Hey, hey, hey, hey

♪

♪ Whee

♪

♪ Hey

♪

♪ Whee ♪

- ♪