(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
RICK: Ah, the best part of summer is chillin' and grillin'.
Coals are nice and hot, now just need the steaks.
(PLAYFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
Mmm, these steaks are grilled to perfection!
(SNIFFING)
RICK: And as always,
the first one is for my favorite pooch.
Spike! Here, boy! Come and get it!
I always like to keep a souvenir from a great meal.
(BELCHES)
(OWL HOOTING)
(ROOSTER CROWS)
RICK: Come and get it!
(PANTING)
Uh-oh.
Help! Help! Give me a hand here.
I'm stuck. I'm stuck!
(LAUGHS)
Youse better not be laughing at me.
Then get me out of here!
(LAUGHS) Hey, that tickles!
(SPIKE YELLS)
RICK: Spike! Here, boy!
(PANTING)
(PANTING HEAVILY)
I gotta cut back on these steaks.
Hey, cat! You gotta help me. Here, take this steak.
I need to give 'em up cold turkey like.
Look at this belly.
I can't even fit in my own dog house anymore.
No matter what I say or do,
promise me you won't give it back to me. Understand?
Gee, thanks.
You're not actually gonna keep that, are you?
Give it here!
Hey!
I told you not to give that to me!
Now, let's try this again.
No matter what I say or do,
you won't give me that steak, right?
That's better. I don't even want it!
But that doesn't matter,
because you're not gonna give it to me, right?
Well, maybe I could have just one tiny taste...
Gimme that steak now!
Ah, boy, I might've tasted it a little too much!
(JERRY WHISTLES)
There you are!
Sorry about that last time, but you gotta help!
If I don't lay off all them steaks,
I'll never fit back in my dog house!
I'm begging you, cat.
Now, take that steak and hide it,
and don't let me see!
Hurry, cat!
I'm losing my willpower here.
Argh! I gotta have that steak!
I can't take it!
I'm losing my self-control, cat.
I need that steak!
Where'd you put it?
I'll find it myself!
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS)
A-ha!
Next time, hide it better.
RICK: Hey!
(SNIFFS)
(PIANO NOTES PLAYING)
(SNIFFS)
(MUNCHING)
(PIANO NOTES CONTINUE)
I'm losing my mind. I need steak!
(SCREAMS)
Cat, where is it? Have pity on a poor, fat old dog!
You don't know what it's like! I gotta have that steak!
Pretty please, with a big fat fist on top?
A-ha!
I said hide it, not eat it.
You're doing the right thing, cat.
-It's for my own good. -(WHISTLES)
I can't watch.
Everything is spinnin' out of control.
All I can think about is that steak!
Must have that steak!
It's empty!
(GROWLS)
Hey, this is my dog house.
Whaddaya know? All that runnin' around really paid off!
I can fit again.
Thanks, pal. I really owe you one.
Put 'er there.