(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(CLATTERING)
(TOM LAUGHING)
My turn, cat!
(YIPPING)
(CLANGING)
(LAUGHING)
Who is the loser? It's the cat!
(LAUGHING) Whoa-ho, yeah!
-(EXCLAIMING) -(BARKING)
I've been a terrible role model for my boy.
I just said that, cat!
So yous two are going to help me teach Tyke how to be a good sport!
Not a sore loser like his Pop. Got it?
And no letting him win!
Go ahead, son. You got this.
(SPIKE CLEARS THROAT)
(LAUGHING) Oh, yeah! That's my boy!
(RECORD SCRATCHING)
Oops! Sorry, fellas.
I'll keep my big mouth shut next time.
SPIKE: Ahem!
Whoo-hoo! Tykey wins!
(EXCLAIMING) Oh, yeah!
I need help.
Thanks, mouse. I won't forget this.
And remember! No letting him win.
Oh, yeah, yeah! My boy wins again!
That's right! That's right, the cat...
...loses!
(MUFFLED) Go on. Put me some place I can't interfere.
-(TOM AND JERRY GROANING) -(THUDDING)
(TOM SCREAMS)
I did it again, didn't I?
(MUFFLED) Hey! Great idea!
I'll just watch from out here.
Better yet.
Hello?
(GROWLING)
(SCREAMS)
SPIKE: Keep up the good work, cat!
Sounds like you're making some real progress.
-(TYKE CHOMPS) -(TOM YELLS)
(BARKING)
(CLANKING)
-(GROWLING) -(TOM SCREAMS)
(THUDDING)
Where do you think you're going?
You ain't done yet.
(BLOWS WHISTLE)
-(BARKING) -(SCREAMS)
(TYKE BLOWS WHISTLE)
(BIRDS TWEETING)
Not a chance!
I got no interest in playing games
with some bratty pup.
(WHISTLING)
Canned cod! That's good stuff.
(CLEARS THROAT) I mean, sorry, bub.
It would take a lot more than some can of fish
I can't even open, to buy my help!
(WHISTLING)
Well played.
Don't worry, fellas. I'll handle this.
Me and the little guy is going to have us a friendly game of...
...Old Maid.
I'm going in!
Oh, yeah! I win again!
(LAUGHS)
Who's the Old Maid? Who's the Old Maid?
That's right, it's Tyke! Ha!
Where's your teeth, granny? You've had it, yet?
(SCREAMING)
Take my advice.
(SPITS)
Just let the puppy win.
(WHISTLES)
(WHISPERING)
(GASPS)
(UPBEAT INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)
(BLOWS HORN)
Hey! The boy's never gonna learn
if yous two keep letting him win!
Freeze! I got it!
We'll play on teams.
Me and Tyke versus yous two!
We'll show him how to be a good sport together.
Look, fellas, there's a very simple solution to your problem!
But solutions ain't cheap.
And I'm a bit hungry, so...
All you got to do is play a game
those mangy mutts can't lose. Like, uh...
Fastest bone burying!
SPIKE: (CHUCKLES) Oh, I love this game!
On your marks.
Get set.
-Go! -(DIGGING)
We win! Oh, yeah! Team Dog!
-We're the champs! -(BARKING)
You know what I just realized?
We're not sore losers.
We're just natural born winners!
And a Dalmatian don't change its spots!
Now, who's up for a game of tag?
(SCREAMS)
Guess that means we're "it", son.
(BOTH BARKING)