(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
BUTCH: Aw, come on!
Oh, boy, a lipstick. Yum!
There's just never any good garbage to eat nowadays.
(GROWLS)
There's nothing to eat I tell ya.
Think you can do better?
Fine, I'll keep looking.
Hey, this might be something.
Nope. Just a nasty old wishbone.
You're going to love this new gourmet cat food, Tom.
There's a whole fish worth of fish parts in every can.
(SNIFFING)
(RINGING)
Dinner? Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy.
Mmm. What smells so good?
It's something fishy. A fancy new cat food I picked up for Tom.
Fancy sounds expensive.
I had a coupon and we have a chance to win a year's supply.
Should've known it smelled too good to be my dinner.
GINGER: Okay, Thomas, dive in.
(SNIFFING)
What the...
(SCREECHES)
(GASPS)
You'll pay for that, cat.
(SCREAMS)
Hey, the mutt don't want it.
BUTCH: Let me help you with that, bub.
Cut that out! Get the...
(GROANS)
Hmm, not bad.
Sure wish I could get me some of that fancy cat food.
Hmm. Maybe I can get some use out of this wishbone.
(KNOCKING ON WINDOW)
BUTCH: Hey, pal, come on outside.
I got something for ya.
Well, here it is. She's a beauty, ain't she?
I know what you're thinking.
"Why would Butch trade his lucky wishbone for a few cans of cat food?"
I got news for ya, brother. It's exhausting being this lucky.
Don't believe me? I'll show you.
First, make your wish. Hmm, let's see...
Hey, how's about true love?
Then we give the lucky wishbone a good rubbin',
then twirl like a ballerina few times,
and that's it.
Just a second. Wanna say hello to my new lady friend I just wished up.
Hiya, doll.
(IN FEMININE VOICE) Oh, Butch. You're so awesome.
(CONTINUOUS SMOOCHING)
Now, I'll use that old lipstick I found and close the deal.
Be right with ya, pal!
So, we got a deal?
Here you go. Better go feast on these with my lady.
What is wrong with that cat?
(SMOOCHING)
Consider that payback.
Wishbone appetit! Hey! Give me that.
A deal's a deal, chump.
(HUMMING)
What's going on... Oh, Thomas.
(GASPS) My favorite.
Maybe there is something to that wishbone after all.
What a delightful honeymoon, Thomas, darling.
Can I get you two anything else?
Hey, knucklehead!
Instead of wasting wishes trying to make me your personal servant,
maybe you should deal with that rodent.
(RUMBLING)
(SCREAMS)
I gotta get that bone back.
BUTCH: Hey, pal.
I'll bring all your food back to trade for my wishbone.
But wait, that's not all. I'll give you this lucky wing bone, too.
It flies, so you can get your wishes more faster, like.
Oh, no, you don't. Later, chump.
Freeze! That's far enough, pal.
I'm sure we can work this out.
Come on. Come on!
Hit the road, Thomas. This is Butch's home now.
Hey... Punch bag, eh? Let's see how you like it.
Gotcha!
(GROWLING)
Okay, okay. I wish for all the fancy cans of cat food I could ever eat.
GINGER: Rick, we won the year's supply of cat food!
BUTCH: Not exactly what I was thinking.