[SCREAMS]
[GRUNTS]
[GROWLING]
[DISH CLATTERS]
Hmm.
[DISH CLATTERS]
[SNIFFS]
[PANTING]
[SIGHS]
[GRUNTING]
[CRASH]
[TWO SHOES SNORING]
TWO SHOES: Huh? W-What? Thomas.
Get out of my room, you crazy cat.
[IMITATING SHIP FLYING]
[IMITATING EXPLOSION]
[WHIMPERING]
[GRUNTING]
TWO SHOES: Go back downstairs, Thomas.
[GASPS]
[SCREAMS]
[TWO SHOES GASPING]
TWO SHOES: Thomas!
[TWO SHOES GRUNTING]
Get off me.
Don't tell me you're afraid of that little mouse.
Has your pea brain dropped right out of your soft little head?
Heavens, this cat's off his nut.
[CRASH]
[GRUNTS]
[SCREAMS]
[BUTTONS BEEPING]
TWO SHOES: Close the door, Thomas. You'll let the weirdoes in.
VAN HELSING: Come, Thomas, there's much work to be done.
VAN HELSING: Be careful with my monster-hunting equipment.
[TOM GRUNTS]
[BELL RINGS]
BELLHOP: V... V... Van Helsing.
The famous monster hunter.
What are you doing here at the monster convention?
VAN HELSING: Business and pleasure.
[GRUNTS]
[BELLHOP YELLING]
BELLHOP: I'm going to get you, Van Helsing.
VAN HELSING: Hmm.
Thomas, I forgot my siiver werewolf trap.
Take the luggage upstairs. Guard my equipment.
I'll be back before midnight.
[GRUNTS]
Welcome to Monster Con. I am the count.
As one of the first guests to arrive, allow me to get your ID badge...
...and to say...
[SCREAMS]
Fine, get your own badge.
[GROWLS]
[BARKS]
Hi, I'm Jasper, the social ghost.
Wanna be my friend?
JASPER: Guess not.
ALL: What the...?
Hey, pal, we got this room till 3:30.
Yeah, the sign-up sheet is outside.
Uh-oh. Is that a ghost vac?
Oh, how rude.
I don't wanna go. I don't wanna go.
[GHOSTS GRUNTING]
GHOST: Help. Help.
[GRUNTS]
[BELL RINGING]
MUMMY: Hello? Hello?
Me love Monster Con.
[GRUNTING]
Mummy outfit ruined.
Me go home now.
Never win costume contest.
[DOOR OPENS]
[WHISTLES]
[GROWLING]
[TOM SCREAMS]
[GRUNTING]
[HOWLING]
[GROWLING]
[CHUCKLES]
[HORSE WHINNIES]
VAN HELSING: What's going on here?
My word. Is that a werewolf cat?
-Huh? -I've never trapped one of those before.
I'll add it to my collection.
[SCREAMS]
[MONSTER GRUNTS]
[ENGINE SPUTTERING]
Ah. Battery bad.
Wha... ? No.
[ENGINE STARTS]
[MONSTER GRO ANING]
VAN HELSING: I've got you in my sights, werewolf cat.
You can't escape from Van Helsing.
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[YAWNS]
[SNORING]
[TOM LAUGHING]
[SCREAMS]
[SCREAMING]
[YELLS]
[GRUNTS]
[MALE VOICE LAUGHING]
MALE VOICE: So we got a pair of newcomers to the cursed forest.
Finally, some entertainment.
Yeah, I got bat wings. And it ain't polite to stare.
That's just the way things work around here.
Oh, boy, I guess I gotta explain.
You see, this is a cursed forest, and I'm, uh, sort of a bat now.
Listen, I don't make the rules, I just follow them.
And here's the main one:
Anytime somebody enters the forest, at least one sucker has gotta stay behind.
But because there's two of you, only one has gotta stay.
Forever.
[CHUCKLES]
Yeah, that forever bit always gets them.
Hey, wait a minute. If I get out of here first, I can leave.
[LAUGHS]
Uh, ahem.
Oh, hello. You weren't supposed to hear that.
So long, suckers.
Nuts. Exploding nuts.
You ain't seen the last of me.
[THUD]
[WHIMPERING]
Like I said, one of us has gotta stay behind.
[GASPS]
The waterfall? That's our ticket out of here.
Oh, I'm sorry, did I say "our"? I meant my.
See you.
[GASPS]
[LAUGHING]
Yahoo! I'm the first one out.
Hey, no wings.
Wait a minute, if I ain't got wings, I can't fly.
[GROWLS]
[ENGLISH SDH]
[TOM SNORING]
[GROWLS]
[LAUGHS]
[LAUGHING]
[BONES HIT TOM]
[SCREAMS]
[MIMICS CAR HORN]
[MO ANS]
Bleh!
[SCREAMS]
[CHUCKLES]
[GRUNTS]
[DIRT BIKE APPRO ACHING]
[ENGINE REVVING]
[THUD]
[WHEEL SQUEAKING]
[FLIES BUZZING]
[CHOMPS]
[GULPS]
MAN: Now, I hope the both of you realize that being a lifeguard is serious business.
The requirements are very demanding.
So keep that in mind, Droopy.
Oh, and you too, Tom.
Always remember, a lifeguard must be alert.
What?
Where did everybody go?
A lifeguard must be swift.
Oh, dear.
And a lifeguard must be strong.
[DROOPY SPLASHES IN WATER]
I'm never going to get this job.
[LAUGHS]
Okay, boys.
Your first test will be diving from this high board.
Now, you'll be judged on style, form and grace.
My assistant, Miss Shapely, will keep score.
She's very good at figures.
I shall go first.
[WHIRRING]
Oh, dear.
[DROOPY SNEEZES]
[LAUGHS]
DROOPY: Oh, my.
Sports lovers, I'm ready.
Ta-da.
Slight advantage, Droopy.
Your next test will be to swim across this debris-filled pool...
...over to Miss Shapely on the other side.
Good luck.
I shall do my best to avoid each and every obstacle.
Who turned out the lights?
On your mark, get set, go.
[INHALES DEEPLY]
[GROWLS]
Glug, glug, glug.
Ready, Droopy?
-Ready. -On your mark.
Get set.
Go.
[BELCHES]
[GIGGLES]
Oh, I just can't make up my mind.
They're both excellent candidates.
So I want you to fake a "real emergency" so we can see how they respond.
Sounds smart.
Help! Help!
Uh, save me.
Help.
Whatever. I'm out of here.
[STOMACH RUMBLING]
[MO ANS]
Stomach cramps.
Somebody didn't wait 20 minutes after eating before going in the water.
Hang on, Tom.
Everyone stand back. I know just what to do.
One, two, three.
[SPUTTERING]
You know, I almost hope he doesn't wake up.
Bleh!
Yuck.
That was some rescue, Droopy.
You get the job.
Remember, a clean pool is a safe pool.
[SLURPING]
DROOPY: Keep scrubbing, Tom.
[GROWLS]
Oh, Thomas, I so enjoy the peaceful solitude of a camping trip.
MAN [ON RADIO] : We interrupt this broadcast for a special report.
Bigfoot has been sighted in the vicinity of the Ootagootasolo Campground.
[CAMPERS SCREAMING]
TWO SHOES: Bigfoot? Ha! What nonsense.
I don't believe in such things.
[HOWLING]
[HOWLS]
[CHUCKLES]
MAN [ON RADIO] : Attention, campers.
The Zoological Society is offering a $ 1-million reward...
...for conclusive proof of Bigfoot's existence.
SHELDON: I'm down here.
Yeah, I know, there's not much inventory in the height department.
But the feet are gigantic.
The name's Sheldon. Nice to meet you.
I don't introduce myself to many campers.
In fact, I hardly ever come down from the deep woods.
But I am starving.
No worries. I won't eat you.
I'm strictly vegan. Grew the fur myself.
Yikes! Who's that?
I'll be captured and put in a zoo.
We gotta hide.
[WIND WHISTLES]
[SNIFFING]
Oh, no. He's picked up my scent.
This guy is good.
Bleh!
Okay, good, but not gifted.
We should still do something.
[WHISTLES]
[SNORING]
BEAR [YELLING] : Quiet!
What's with all that racket?
I want quiet!
Don't you know what quiet is?
What are you, some kind of ignoramus?
Now, get out!
I hate noise! I can't stand noise!
Bears are notoriously cranky during hibernation.
[THUMPING O VER HEADPHONES]
He can hear my big feet. Help.
Help.
[HOWLS]
[ECHOES]
[SNAPPING]
[SCREAMS]
[JERRY HOWLING]
[PANTING]
[THUD]
Ouch.
Are you guys starving? Because I am absolutely famished....
[STAMMERS]
Berries.
[CHOMPING]
Oops.
SHELDON: Too high. I'm down here.
[LAUGHING]
[SCREAMING]
[BUZZING]
[SCREAMS]
Well, he won't be bothering me anymore.
And I got a bowl full of yummy berries.
Thanks, little friends. Come back and visit.
TWO SHOES: Thomas, is... ? Is that you?
I thought I heard a noise.
[TWO SHOES SCREAMS]
Oh, it's Bigfoot. Save me!
TWO SHOES: I wonder whatever happened to Tom.
No matter.
I can buy a whole house full of cats with $ 1 million.
[BEES BUZZING]
[ENGLISH SDH]
[THUD]
TWO SHOES: That's right, Thomas...
...you show those pesky birds who's boss.
We've worked too hard on this summer garden...
...to have it ransacked by riffraff.
Up, up.
Now, let's see how my prizewinning peas are progressing.
[TWO SHOES SCREAMS]
Do you see that, Thomas?
Something's been nibbling my pea pods.
No, sirree, we won't have any of that.
And you, Thomas, are gonna make sure of it.
That's right, you.
You're gonna stand guard...
...and keep this garden free of pests and poachers.
Do you understand me, Thomas?
Good.
Nobody's gonna mess with my garden.
[BELLOWS PUFFING]
[SQUEAKING]
[WHISTLING]
[SPLATS]
[THUD]
Huh?
[CHUCKLES]
JERRY: Yoo-hoo!
[BLOWS RASPBERRY]
[GROWLS]
[CHOMPING]
[SIZZLES]
[GULPING]
[SCREAMS]
[CRASHING]
[TWO SHOES SCREAMS]
TWO SHOES: Thomas!
What in the name of the heavenly harvest is going on here?
Just look at my prizewinning tomatoes.
This is horrible.
[TWO SHOES SCREAMS]
My precious corn...
...my beloved crops.
You good-for-nothing garden guardian.
I know just the thing to keep you out of trouble...
...and still do your job.
[CAR HORNS HONKING]
[BLOWS RASPBERRY]
[PANTING]
[MO ANS]
What a tired, old cat-and-mouse routine.
Hey, tomcat.
Ain't you tired of never catching that stinking mouse?
Problem is, you're going about catching mice all wrong.
You got no discipline, no game plan, no dignity.
What you need, brother, is to join me and the League of Cats.
The League of Cats is a super-secret society.
Like, we got each other's backs, man.
Sign this card and you're in.
Attaboy.
[CHUCKLES]
Now, the quick initiation process.
And welcome to the club.
Come to our secret meeting tonight.
[WHISPERING] It's at....
[BUTCH SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
Now, listen up.
This is a mouse.
[GROWLS]
BUTCH: No, no, a picture of a mouse.
This is a cat.
[CATS LAUGH AND CHEER]
BUTCH: Now, this is the old-fashioned way of catching a mouse.
The problem: the little guy just runs cycles around the likes of us cats.
This way and that way, over hill and dale, backwards and forwards.
It's enough to make you sick.
Now then...
...same mouse...
...same cat.
Only this time, the cat whistles for help from the league.
[WHISTLES]
By following this simple tactic, we'll catch us more mice with less work.
This place'll be loaded with mice.
We'll all be fat cats.
[BUTCH CHUCKLES]
So the next time one of youse cats corners a mouse, just whistle.
Got it? CATS: Got it.
[CLEARS THRO AT]
[WHISTLES]
[ALL PANTING]
You let him get away.
It wasn't me, it was him.
[CHUCKLES]
Okay, so we ain't a well-oiled machine yet.
But next time, we'll have a field day.
We are the League of Cats.
CATS: We are the league.
[SIGHS]
[ALL WHIMPERING]
[ALL LAUGHING AND CHEERING]
[WHISTLING]
Shh!
Don't whistle till you see a mouse.
[BLOWS RASPBERRY]
What's wrong with you, cat? There goes a mouse.
[WHISTLES]
Let's get him.
[SINGING] Like, when you're a cat No mouse makes you sweat.
[SINGING] It ain't like we're getting A shot at the vet.
[SINGING] When you're a mouse No cats can compare.
We'll hang you out to dry In your underwear.
[SINGING] Like, no way you can do it.
[SINGING] Cats, think twice We ain't so nice.
We're the League of Mice.
Hey, Butch, I think we blew it.
[CATS AND MICE GRUNTING]
[MO ANS]
Well, boys, I told you this place would be loaded with mice.
[CHUCKLES]
TWO SHOES: Well, this is certainly a fine how-do-you-do, isn't it, Thomas?
First, a heat wave that makes Death Valley seem like a good idea for a vacation spot...
...and now our air conditioner is on the fritz...
...so we can't even cool the house down.
Maybe this will help.
My, my, Thomas. You read my mind.
We shouldn't let all this nice cool air go to waste, now, should we?
[PANTING]
[SIGHS]
Hey, thanks, bub.
TWO SHOES: Maybe we'll just take a little catnap right here and now.
What do you say?
But don't you go eating anything now.
[YAWNS]
TWO SHOES: That's right.
[TWO SHOES YAWNS]
Just a little....
[SIGHS]
[SNORING]
[TOM AND TWO SHOES SNORING LOUDLY]
[GRUNTS]
[TWO SHOES SCREAMS]
TWO SHOES: Thomas, what have you done?
What do you have to say for yourself?
[SNORES]
Don't pretend you were sleeping, Thomas.
"Guilty" is written all over your face.
Oh, don't give me that look, you naughty cat.
I know what you did.
Not so fast, mister.
Don't be trying to blame it on that little mouse.
The only place a naughty cat like you belongs is outside.
[PANTING]
Huh?
[CHUCKLES]
[SIGHS]
[CHUCKLES]
[THUD]
[ANT SPITTING]
[WHISTLES]
[ENGLISH SDH]
[SNORING]
[GRO ANS]
[BLOWS RASPBERRY]
[GROWLS]
[BARKING]
[WHIMPERS]
[BARKING]
That ain't football. Hmph.
[MO ANS]
Hey!
[SCREAMS]
[MUTTERS THEN YAWNS]
[GRUNTS]
[GROWLS]
[BARKING]
[WHIMPERS]
[BLOWS RASPBERRY]
[TOM SPITS]
[JERRY WHISTLES]
[GIGGLES]
[WIND WHISTLES]
[GULPS]
[SNORES THEN SQUAWKS]
[GURGLING]
[YELLS]
[GRO ANING]
[JERRY WHISTLES]
[CLUCKS]
[GROWLS]
[SLURPS]
[SNIFFS]
[SCREAMS]
[SIGHS]
[BARKING]
[WHIMPERS]
[JERRY SINGING]
[GASPS]
[GRUNTING]
[SNORING]
[PANTING]
[GRUNTS]
[GROWLS]
[JERRY GRUNTS]
[YELLS]
Now, that's what I call real football.
ANNOUNCER [O VER SPEAKER] : Yo, bros.
Take your boards and sign up for the big surf competition today.
First place is a mondo-big pile of cash. Second place wins a fabulous mystery prize.
Event sponsored by Big Cheese of the High Seas.
[MUTTERING]
Surf's up.
[GRUNTS]
[DROOPY GRUMBLING]
Oh, dear, I hope I'm good enough to win the surfing contest today.
You fellows wanna watch me win?
[CHUCKLES]
[WOOD CRACKS]
[CROWD CHEERING]
ANNOUNCER: Time to hit those heavies. Let the surf competition begin.
I think I'll change into something a bit less constricting.
Get a load of my baggies. I like to shoot the curl in style.
[CHUCKLES]
[CROWD CHEERING]
ANNOUNCER: Oh, yes. The judges should be stoked by such masterful ripping.
[DROOPY GRUNTS]
Whoa, check out cat dude trying to hog the dog.
And he eats chowder.
[GASPS]
The judges will not dig such rude moves.
[CROWD JEERING]
Not too heinous.
Skillfully done, little Jer.
[CROWD CHEERING]
Okay, dudes and dudettes, heh, time for the second heat.
[HORN BLOWS]
These are my doggers.
Heh, heh. Woof.
Now, don't distract me. I could wipe out.
Whoa!
ANNOUNCER: Low blow.
That is gonna cost you, cat and mouse dudes.
And Jer is penalized for bouncing off dog dude's head.
[CROWD JEERING]
The judges have decided to give Droopy another go...
...without interference from cat and mouse dudes.
[CHUCKLES]
[SQUAWKING]
Presto change-o.
[CROWD CHEERING]
ANNOUNCER: Ha, check out dog dude walking the board.
Whoa, dude.
With scores like these, dog dude's got a gnarly chance to win first place.
[CROWD CHEERING]
Now, the heat is on. See who can catch the Droopster.
Whoa, this Tom cat's sick with mad tricks.
We're seeing some history in the making, ladies and gentle-dudes.
[BUO Y RINGING]
[CROWD CHEERING]
[HORN BLOWS]
This is little Jer's final run.
Let's see what mouse dude can come up with.
-And it's crab city for cat dude. -Ow!
[CHUCKLES]
[GRUMBLES]
ANNOUNCER: Yo, bros. That was intense.
The votes are in.
And the winner of the big pile of cash is...
[CROWD CHEERING]
...Droopy.
Oh, goody.
BOTH: Aloha, dudes.
ANNOUNCER: Dude, two dogs?
Did not see that coming.
Oh, well. Can't change the past.
And now for second place.
Tom has a one-point total ahead of little Jer.
He wins second place:
A lifetime supply of cheese.
Compliments of Big Cheese of the High Seas.
Oh, think fast, mouse dude. Just a little parting gift.
Surf wax. Don't wipe it all in one place.
[SNIFFS]
[GAGS]
[GRO ANS]
SPIKE: Tyke, my dear old son of mine.
Today's the day youse is gonna learn how to play tennis.
[BARKING]
And I know somebody to show you all the ropes.
A regular tennis pro.
Now, ain't that nice?
Tom's resting up so he has the energy to teach my son how to play tennis.
[GROWLS]
Now, now, Tykey.
So, cat, you're gonna teach my son a little something about this game of tennis?
Well, you are the tennis pro.
I want you to teach my boy everything there is to know about the game.
Got it?
We need a net.
Where's the rest of the court?
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
[JERRY GRUNTS]
And there's one more thing you should know.
If you mess around with my boy, it'll be the last thing that you do.
Got it?
[BLOWS RASPBERRY]
[BARKING]
[GAGS]
[GROWLS]
[YELLS]
You okay, my boy?
Now, you listen to me, cat.
I see any more funny business going on with my boy, and I'll pound you.
And not only would I pound you...
...but I'll grab you and plant you in the court like so.
And then...
...I grab some of this.
Like so.
And then...
...I do this.
Which, of course, would lead me to do this.
But, of course, I don't wanna do that. Now, do I?
[BARKING]
[GRUNTS]
No more funny business.
[SIGHS]
[BARKING]
[PANTING]
[WHIMPERS]
All right, that's it.
So you wanna play rough with my little boy?
Then play rough it is.
It's my turn to serve.
Huh? Ooh!
Attaboy, Tyke. I think you finally got the hang of it.
[BARKING]
Okay, cat. Try this one on for size.
[SPIKE LAUGHING]
Hey, way to go, Tyke. That's the way to hit him back.
Oh, good one. Keep it up, son.
Hey, you're gonna be a champ in no time.
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