(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
What are you doing resting?
Huh?
I haven't eaten or slept in three days,
makes me want to hurt someone bad like.
Sorry, cat. It's this tooth. It's killing me!
RICK: Lunch time, boy!
Hey, don't mention the tooth.
I ain't going to no vet.
(TEETH CHATTERING)
RICK: What's the matter, boy? Tooth bothering ya?
(GULPS)
RICK: (EXCLAIMS) Looks painful.
Don't you worry, boy. We'll get you to the doctor.
No need to thank me, pal.
Just lay there,
you've got to pull this tooth!
What are ya waiting for? Do it, do it!
Sorry, cat, it's a reflex. I couldn't help myself.
RICK: They can squeeze you in at 5:00.
We'll leave when I get back.
Okay, so that didn't go the way I was hoping.
This time it's going to be different.
See? Now I won't know what's coming.
Go ahead.
Did you do it?
Sorry, cat. Those darn reflexes again.
Oh, this tooth! I'm not thinking straight.
You've got to figure something out!
You're one smart cat.
Couldn't hurt you if I wanted to.
And I want to.
Now pull it!
(CRASHING AND THUDDING)
Sorry, cat. It's this tooth.
It's taken over my body.
I'm begging ya!
Now, I'm telling ya!
Pull the tooth or feel my pain!
(SNORING)
(CHIRPING)
This ain't no time for lunch, pal.
I'm hurtin', and you will be too,
unless someone does something about this tooth!
And where you going, cat?
One of youse two, both of youse two,
I don't care!
This tooth's gotta go!
(SNORING)
I'm starting to lose confidence.
Why I oughta...
(GASPS)
(THUD)
(SQUEAKING)
(WHISTLING)
(SQUEAKING)
Can't sleep, can't eat, ain't no use livin'.
(WHIRRING)
You sure this is safe?
(SLURPING)
Oh, this is good!
Where'd my legs go?
You did it!
Get in close. You're my little heroes.
Youse pulled the wrong tooth.
RICK: Ready, boy?
My time has come. I didn't even get a last meal.
RICK: Ready, Spike? The vet's waiting.
Tell Tyke I love him.
RICK: Ha! Your tooth fell out all by itself.
You're one lucky dog.
Yeah, lucky.