(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
Oh, I got a terrible cold here.
That means you're watching Tyke,
so's I can rest all recuperating-like.
You make sure nothin' happens to my boy.
Or you're gettin' fist tartare for lunch, got it?
Ah, good.
(SNEEZING)
Ah, okay then. I'm going back to bed.
(TYKE BARKING)
(BARKING)
(PANTING)
(BARKS)
(CLATTERING)
(TINS CLANKING)
(WHOOSHING)
(SCREAMS)
-Phew. -(TYKE WHIMPERING)
Uh-oh. You're in trouble now, cat.
I told ya,
"Make sure nothin' happens to my boy."
-(WHIMPERING) -(SPIKE SNORING)
-(SCREAMS) -Hey, what's that?
-(SNARLING) -(SCREAMS)
Ah, that's so nice and all.
Youse guys are playing mailman like we do.
No fist tartare for you, cat.
Nighty-night.
Unless my boy gets hurt.
(SNORING)
(YELPS)
(SNARLING)
(SHIVERING)
(BARKING)
(CRASHING)
(PANTING)
(YELPS)
(SNARLING)
(PANTING)
(SHUDDERS)
(BARKING)
You're not very good at this, are ya, you mean old cat?
I bet Uncle Jerry could get the splinter...
-(BANGING ON DOOR) -SPIKE: Hey, cat! What's goin' on in there?
(CONTINUES BANGING ON DOOR)
Tyke, you okay?
Cat, you hearin' me?
Don't make me beat you with this door!
(SOBS)
Aw, stop your blubberin'.
Should we help the silly cat, Uncle Jer?
(KISSES)
SPIKE: Hear me, cat?
You got till the count of three to open this door.
One.
Two.
-Three! -(CHOKES)
Youse hidin' somethin', cat?
What are you up to?
(GASPS)
Playing cowboys?
With my boy?
Ain't that the sweetest!
Forgive me for thinkin' bad of you, cat.
It's this mean, old cold talkin'!
(COUGHING)
(SQUEAKING)
Oh, it's gettin' the best of me.
Now, you boys have fun. I need some shut-eye.
Look, Jer!
We did it! The splinter is out!
(SCREAMS)
(LAUGHING)
(TUFFY CLEARS THROAT)
Huckerpuss!
You owe us a thank you!
(LAUGHING)
(SQUEAKS)
(GASPS)
(SCREAMS)
(DOOR CREAKS)
Serves him right, the mean, old cat!
Oh, my.
Looks like you could use some help with all of those splinters.
But don't worry. We're experts now.
Uncle Jerry says the tape
will get rid of those splinters in no time.
We just have to rip it off.
Ready?
(THUD)
Did it work?
If at first you don't succeed, try, try again.
A soothing warm bath
should help loosen up those pesky splinters.
Fire away!
Ah.
Okay, that should do it.
Uh-oh.
(SCREAMS)
Oh, well.
The vacuum will suck all those splinters right out.
-Splinters be gone! -(VACUUM WHIRRING)
Uh-oh.
Tyke here just told me
somethin' I am not happy about.
I've been a bad father.
I didn't even know my boy got a splinter.
And then he tells me
you helped excavate the nasty little dagger.
Yeah, you, you big lovable cat.
Well, gee. Thanks, pal.
That was awful neighborly of ya.
I feel like I sort of owe you now, cat.
Hey, what about all those splinters?
I could help with those.
-There you go. No more splinters! -(THUD)
I think that makes us even-steven.
No more favors for you, cat.
Oh, so that's how you do it.