(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(SPITS)
(YAWNS)
(SPLAT)
(SCREAMS)
(PANTING) Phew!
Hey, cat! What are you doing?
Look at this dust storm.
Yikes, mouse!
Quick, get it before Ginger sees it!
(GROANING IN PAIN)
Get out, you useless cat!
(MAKES KISSING NOISE)
RICK: It's time we got rid of that useless cat.
It just takes up space.
Only serves one function,
and it can't even do that right.
GINGER: Oh. I suppose you're right, Rick.
That cat always has been a bit of a disappointment.
My point exactly.
That cat never could stand up to the competition.
It gets knocked down in seconds.
Oh, but Rick, our wittle-bitty kitty is just so cute.
Yeah, cute and useless. Just throw it out already.
GINGER: Oh, Rick.
RICK: Don't worry, Ginger. I'll get you a new cat.
Something a lot bigger,
stronger,
and a lot tougher.
(SNARLING)
(GULPS)
But, Rick, we've had that adorable cat for ages.
We can't just toss it out now for some clunky heavyweight.
Let's give the little guy just one more chance.
Please. For me.
(SIGHS) All right. But this is the last break
I'm gonna give that flimsy cat.
If it can't handle the job, I'm gonna get you a real beast.
Oh, thanks, Rick.
Mmm. Perfect.
Rick, soup's ready!
Be right there, hon.
(GROWLS)
-(OVEN DINGS) -Oh, the biscuits.
(SPLAT)
(GASPS AND STAMMERS)
Mouse!
Thomas, quick! I need you!
All right, Thomas. Go catch that mouse.
Here we go again.
Get him, Tommy!
-(GASPS) Soup! -(POT THUDS)
(MUMBLING)
One more peep out of you, and I'll launch your tail end to the moon.
(GINGER SIGHS)
Pizza will be here in 20 minutes.
RICK: I told you that cat was useless.
GINGER: I know, I know.
RICK: Tomorrow, I'm gonna get you one that's a lot tougher
and with a proven track record.
(SHIVERING)
(GULPS)
GINGER: Oh, Rick, I don't know.
Don't feel bad, Ginger.
That old cat had its chance and failed miserably.
It's time to move on.
(BLOWS RASPBERRY)
RICK: One more peep out of you,
and I'll launch your tail end to the moon.
(CRASH)
(METAL CLANGS)
(CLANG)
(SMACKING SOUNDS)
Why do you provoke me, cat?
RICK: Ginger, I have a surprise for you.
GINGER: Oh, did you pick up the new cat?
RICK: Yup, the toughest they had.
(GASPS)
Say hello to Brutus.
(ROARING)
Say goodbye to that old, flimsy cat
and hello to the new and improved
fat cat door stop. (CHUCKLES)
This thing could stop a tank.
GINGER: (SIGHS) Oh, Rick.