♪ Born on the wrong end Of the leash ♪
-♪ He was a dreamer ♪ -♪ And a little schemer ♪
♪ A nutty mutt living a dog's life ♪
♪ But when he'd hear the bell for school ♪
♪ He'd start to drool ♪
-♪ One day he says ♪ -♪ I'll take a chance ♪
♪ Trades his leash For a pair of pants ♪
♪ In a glance, school becomes His favorite pastime ♪
♪ I have buried a bone For the last time ♪
-♪ He says ♪ -♪ I want to be a boy ♪
♪ Ooh, he's bad ♪
♪ He's so over just being rover ♪
♪ I gotta be a boy ♪
♪ He says he's just gonna be a boy ♪
♪ Turns out he's a regular Einstein ♪
♪ And Leonard is treading a fine line ♪
Why can't I be a normal kid like any other?
Now, doodle bug, listen to mother.
♪ I want to be a boy ♪
I hate dogs.
♪ I gotta be a boy ♪
♪ This power pup's gonna be a boy ♪
I do not wish to be a dog.
♪ Now this bowser's ready for trousers ♪
♪ I got to be a boy ♪
♪ His nose is wet but you can bet ♪
♪ This teacher's pet is gonna be a boy ♪
Yes!
What a great day to be a scholar.
I wonder what we'll learn in school today.
I hope it's not long division again.
That gives me a headache.
Perhaps we'll delve into the secrets of the electron
or plumb the mysteries of hygiene.
[sniffs] Ooh,
or maybe we'll explore Antarctica
with that great adventurer admiral Richard E. Byrd
and his faithful canine companions.
The good admiral, you see, was a dog person.
Don't you just hate it
when a dog throws his education in your face?
[sighs] At least he's found a purpose for his life.
I wish I had that.
My life is so meaningless, so worthless.
Oh, brother. An educated dog and an existential cat--
what's the animal world coming to?
All I do is eat my crunchies and I watch my soaps
and eat my crunchies and watch my soaps.
Crunchies, soaps. Crunchies, soaps.
I just ate my crunchies. Now I guess I'll--
oh, surprise-- watch my soaps.
[sighs]
What are you talking about? You're a cat.
That's all a cat does, except for shedding.
Sheesh. What were you in a former life-- a yeti?
Anyway, forget meaning in life.
Know all you really need to be happy? A seed bell.
[ringing]
[sighs]
[school bell rings]
Ah, the groves of academe,
the infinite possibilities of the inquisitive mind--
Uhh,
and the unerring aim of the dreaded spitball.
"Air show this Saturday--
biggest, best. Be there."
An air show?
[gasps] I've always wanted to go to an air show.
You have?
Please. I've been an aviation buff
since I was a pup.
I've always wanted to know what it would feel like
to soar among the clouds.
It says something called the Crusader Flying Wing
will be there.
[gasps] Let me see. It'll be the Crusader's final flight
before being retired
to the National Air and Space Museum.
Aw, who cares about some old plane?
We want to see the new ones.
Well, the Crusader was the plane of tomorrow when it was built.
Like a lone eagle,
it winged its way above this country
as Americans battled to free themselves
from the economic quagmire of the 1930s.
It was admired by the giants in aviation history--
Howard Hughes
and my heroine-- miss Amelia Earhart herself.
Oh, I still have faith they'll find her.
[gasps] Amelia Earhart? She's my heroine, too.
Your good taste does not surprise me.
Then I'm definitely going to the air show.
Hey, who isn't?
Okey dokey, artichokey.
Now, class, this is our vocabulary word for the day--
responsible.
Can anyone tell me what it means?
All righty, Mr. Eager beaver.
What's the definition?
Responsible--able to be trusted or depended upon,
characterized by good judgment and sound thinking.
Well, very good, Scott. I'm very--
which brings to mind none other than Franklin Delano Roosevelt,
that paragon of responsibility
and the 32nd president of the United States.
Why, Scott, I am so--
And aren't we lucky to have a statue
of the honorable and wise president
in front of our very own
Fala D. Roosevelt elementary school?
Listen closely, and you can almost hear his wisdom
reverberating across our campus.
This generation of Americans has a rendezvous with destiny.
-Can I continue? -Can I stop you?
Highly unlikely. I'm on a roll.
President Roosevelt led the nation
through the Great Depression.
He established the Social Security Administration,
the Work Projects Administration,
and helped the American people regain their confidence.
He couldn't have accomplished all this
if he had not been a truly responsible person.
Finished now?
I think so.
Why, thank you, Scott.
That was very... Long and very impressive,
and since you've convinced me
you understand what responsibility is,
I choose you. Ha ha ha.
Oh, thank you. Thank you. Ha ha ha.
Wait. What did you choose me for?
It's a very important job that will require
a responsible--ha ha-- student to carry it out.
You see, Dusty our janitor is gone this weekend
to the janitorial triathlon,
and since Dusty's away, someone has to look after
the chicken eggs we have in the incubator.
Scott, the job is yours.
Oh, you trust me.
You really, really trust me.
You sure about this?
Didn't you hear? I'm responsible.
Besides, I've read all the instructions.
The temperature can't vary even as much as one degree,
and the humidity should remain between 58% to 60%.
I'll have to check on the eggs every 15 minutes.
Uh, Scott, doesn't that mean you have to take the eggs home?
Of course.
And "home" is our house,
where mom lives and is going to figure everything out.
Do the math.
Let's see. I gave Scott the eggs.
Now Spot has them.
Oh, my gee-wolly-willerkins,
that means Spot is really Scott.
Hmm. You make a good point.
We'll just have to find a way around her.
Don't worry. I'll come up with a plan.
Why are you two being so sneaky?
Shh!
So mom won't see us.
I can guarantee she won't see you.
She left 10 minutes ago.
Uh, how about that? My plan is working already.
You see, Leonard, when you take your obligation seriously
and use good judgment,
responsibility is not a burden at all.
It's a pleasure.
[electric buzzing]
Oh, I hope the eggs hatch
this weekend while they're under my care.
I want to be the first one the chickies see
when they come into the world. That way, I can take charge
of the imprinting of the little ones.
What's imprinting?
Why, it's how behavior is learned.
It happens when brand-new babies observe a parent
or other role model.
Ah, yes, they'll be able to model themselves
after me and my positive traits,
not the least of which is responsibility.
It's a very demanding job,
but like Franklin Delano Roosevelt,
I can handle it, for I have been chosen.
Ooh.
Please, everyone, keep your distance.
I can't be distracted from this important project.
[electric buzzing]
Isn't he lucky to have a special project?
I'll just go back to my boring, predictable routine.
Crunchies, soaps. Crunchies, soaps.
And shedding-- don't forget shedding.
[yawns]
Why are you up so early?
Are you kidding? Today's the air show.
Ooh! The air show! How could I have forgotten?
I think you've forgotten something else.
Who's going to watch these eggs?
But I don't want to miss this air show.
It's a once-in-a-lifetime event.
This is about your duty as an American.
You accepted a responsibility, and now you have to shoulder it.
I need to go to the air show. Quite frankly,
I'm beginning to think being responsible is no fun.
Is it more important to have fun or to be responsible?
After all, it's no walk in the park
being a talking stone head,
but it's my responsibility to be your conscience.
I've held up my end of the bargain.
But, uh...
Oh, all right. I get it.
Of course, I'm going to take care of the eggs.
I gave my word of honor, didn't I?
Well, if it can't be me,
I'm glad it's you who gets to marvel
at the wonder that is aviation.
So go. Leave now and experience joy.
Okay.
You mean you're actually going to go without me?
Uh, yeah. So is there
anything you want me to bring you back?
No, no, your keen observations
and vivid memories will be plenty,
and a caramel fudge apple or two might ease my pain.
Wait a minute. If you're going to be responsible,
then so am I.
You're my best friend, and it's my responsibility
to do everything I can
to help you experience the air show.
But I can't go.
But I can make you feel like you were there.
You'll be my eyes and ears at the air show.
You can count on me.
[sighs] Oh, well. It's better than nothing.
It's just you and me, kids.
Ain't nobody here but us chickens.
Ha ha ha. Aw, heck, we'll be okay.
All we really need is each other
and the heat from this super-dependable megawatt bulb.
Oh, boy.
This is not good.
Don't sugarcoat it. It's catastrophic.
Oh, dear. What are you going to do now?
The only thing a responsible egg-watcher can do.
I'm going to frantically race out
to get a replacement megawatt light bulb
at our friendly neighborhood bulb store--
Bulborama.
While I'm gone, you two have to keep the eggs warm.
What does he mean by that?
He means you sit on them.
I'm not sitting on them.
You're the bird. You sit on them.
You're out of your tree.
My tokhes couldn't even cover one,
but you're a big fat cat. You can cover all of them.
Oh, uh, is that right?
Well, as it happens, I'm a big, fat boy cat,
and that is woman's work.
Well, since we're fresh out of women,
the only way we're going to keep them warm is
-if you climb on top. -No. Well...
Aw, come on.
I don't know.
For the sake of the kids.
Since you put it that way.
Ooh, careful. Ooh, there we are.
Uh, hmm. This isn't so bad.
It's not bad at all. Ooh.
My, no wonder the girls like this. Very nice.
Oh, oh, yes.
Oh, how much more of this can I take?
Aah!
[breathing heavily] There.
Now I don't have to worry about any more reminders.
This is going to be the best air show ever.
Aah!
Oh, at last!
Oh, why does everyone get to go to the air show but me?
I'm stuck trying to find a megawatt bulb.
Ooh, that's it-- the solution to my problem.
Bagpipes, blueprints, bridal gowns, bodybuilders--
aha! Bulb store. Oh, happy day. There is another bulb store.
Huh. And what's this?
It's located directly across the street
from...the air show! Oh. Uhh. Hmm.
♪ Eastside, westside, All around the town ♪
Latitude, longitude, north by northwest--oh, that's it.
The quickest route is obviously a shortcut through the air show.
Now that's responsible thinking.
Ow!
Oh, don't stare at me with those big stone eyes.
I promise I won't even look at the planes.
And if you were here,
you'd see Leslie watching the air routine
in her pretty new blue dress.
[planes flying overhead]
But I'm just taking a shortcut to the Watt Spot Bulb Store.
Sorry, but if you run through, you got to buy a ticket.
Besides, you want a chance at the grand-prize drawing,
-don't you? -No, I'm not interested in--
What is the grand prize?
One lucky boy or girl will get to take the farewell flight
of the glorious Old Crusader Flying Wing.
[gasps] The Crusader?
Oh, how I'd love to take that final flight,
to be a part of that exciting moment in aeronautical history.
[chickens clucking]
The eggs-- I've got to stay focused on the eggs.
Air show? What air show?
I'm on my way to the Watt Spot Bulb Store.
I'm just cutting through, just cutting through.
Be still my heart. It's... The Crusader.
Ahh. Ahh.
No! No, I'm just cutting through.
I can't look. I can't.
[humming]
What are you so happy about?
Oh, I don't know.
My life suddenly seems to have more... meaning.
Great. Maybe now you'll stop with the kvetching.
Jeez, I wonder if the chicks will be boys or girls.
Oh, it doesn't matter if they're boys or girls
or beautiful or plain. I just want them to be healthy.
[humming]
Uhh! I can't believe I am going to be a giver of life.
At last, I have purpose.
If you break into song, I'm out of here.
♪ This little chickie went to market ♪
♪ This little chickie stayed home ♪
And, Spot, you'd be surprised
at all the things people drop at an air show--
a comb and--and a key
and shoes? Very familiar shoes.
Wait a minute. Those are mine.
Actually, I prefer to think of them as ours.
What are you-- but the eggs.
You're supposed to be--
I know, I know, but I'm just on my way
to get a replacement bulb for the incubator. I swear.
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls,
may I have your attention, please?
It's time for the drawing.
I promise I'll leave right after this.
[smooch]
Number 374-- come on, baby!
And the winner is ticket number 3...
Papa needs a ride in the crusader.
7...
Attaboy. One more measly number.
4!
Yes! Yes! Yes! It's me!
I'm the luckiest boy at the air show.
Oh! Oh, no, not again.
Scott, what are you doing?
Please, please, please.
I'll never get another chance like this again.
You may never get another chance like this
to prove to Mrs. Helperman that you can be trusted.
Aw, come on, Frankie.
Surely, you remember what it was like to be a boy.
After all,
I have to be responsible to myself, too, don't I?
Young man, are you going to take this historic ride
or not?
Tell you what.
This will only take a minute. I promise.
Besides, what could be more important in my life
than taking a flight on the crusader?
[humming]
[gasps] Oh, dear. Oh, me. It just occurred to me.
The chickies will be starving when they hatch.
What ever will we feed them?
Well, I know what I liked as a kid--
a nice meal of regurgitated food from my mommy's mouth.
How fowl. Hey, don't look at me.
I didn't make up the rules of birdland.
Help me here. What else could they eat?
Well, they are babies.
And babies drink milk, so...
Where do you think you're going?
Going to help you carry the milk.
You can't leave those eggs.
If they get cold, they'll never hatch.
I knew this would come in handy,
but it'll only keep the eggs warm for a little while.
We have to hurry.
It's just one little historic flight.
What can it hurt, right?
It gets cold up there, but in this suit,
you'll be as cozy as a chicken in an egg.
Hold on, kid. I need to get a shot of you.
Everyone's going to want to take a peep.
Everything check out, Chick?
So far, so good, Chick. You got us fueled there, Chick?
Affirmative, Chick.
Is everyone here named Chick?
Milk! We've got to find milk for my babies.
Don't get your whiskers in a knot.
Give me a hand.
Uhh. Move over.
Me move over? You're the one who's in the way.
You give me some more space.
All right, Mr. Pilot, let's take her up.
I'm ready for the adventure of a lifetime.
Speaking of lifetimes,
don't you think those chicks deserve to have one?
No! I can't take anymore.
What are you doing?
I made a promise to Mrs. H. To watch the eggs.
She's counting on me and I won't let her down.
Here-- you go on the flight.
I have to get home and help those chicks hatch.
Wait. You're my best friend. I'll help you.
Here, Ian. You take the flight
and videotape it.
Oh, yes! Hey, maybe we'll do a spiral
and I'll get pictures of me barfing upside down.
Oh, please, oh, please, let everything be okay.
Don't worry. You weren't gone that long.
I'm sure the eggs are all right.
[gasps]
Oh, grim visage! Oh, saddest of days!
Oh, woe is me. Woe is me!
Oh, what hateful conduct of mine hath led to this?
I have shirked my responsibility
and betrayed my good name.
I'll never be able to be trusted again.
The fault is all mine. What tragedy have I wrought?
You all had such promise.
Oh, you might have been the first female president,
and you might have followed in the wake
of that famed French oceanographer Jacques Cousteau
and you--perhaps a song-and-dance man,
the likes of which Broadway has never seen. Oh.
Well, maybe it wasn't really your fault.
Okay, it was, but there's nothing you can do about it now.
This is terrible.
I failed Mrs. H. And my fellow classmates,
but most of all I failed myself.
I am so ashamed. As fdr is my witness,
I'll never shirk responsibility again.
Am I glad to see you.
Come with me and roll up your sleeves.
Ooh, ahh--that tickles.
Ha ha ha--and that tickles.
Whoa! And that really tickles. Ha ha ha.
It's showtime.
[chicks chirping]
Oh, aren't they adorable?
Look. We're not too late.
I can't believe it.
I've got to pull myself together.
I can't let the kids see me like this.
How did this happen?
Well, Spot left it up to us,
and we took care of everything. Piece of cake.
And I hatched them myself.
Careful now, children.
Remember--roughhouse leads to tears.
Wait until mom and the class see this.
[gargles]
And it's all because I have such great friends
who are so responsible,
and from now on, I will be, too.
These chicks are off to a great start
and I made it in plenty of time
for the imprinting.
[meowing]
Ha ha ha.