- Whoa!
Why did Abuela make us cater this dumb party?
Nah!
I'm not paying you two to chitchat.
Ew!
You're not on the list, you mangy mutt!
Who are you calling mangy, you miserable, snobby...
Achi! Language!
That was a good one.
Oh, look, I think it's chicharrones o'clock.
Vile, little monster.
He's just a dog, Tula.
You're right, and you two are just fry cooks.
So, why am I talking to you?
Hmm! Let's go, Fresa.
The snootiness!
May I have everyone's attention?
My father's company is sponsoring
the Monte Macabre Dog Show.
This year's prize will be the best yet -- a golden trophy.
I encourage you all to enter,
even though Fresa and I win every year.
How awesome would it be to own something gold?
Yeah! Not to mention being able to rub it
in Tula's smug face!
But we don't have a dog.
Or do we...?
Ehh! Don't look where I'm licking!
Uh, this dog show is
for sophisticated purebreds like my Fresa,
something a couple of fry cooks wouldn't understand.
Now, Tula, dear,
everyone should have a chance to enter the show,
regardless of one's upbringing.
It's the charitable thing to do.
You're just gonna be embarrassed
by my precious Fresa.
Yeah, right! We're gonna beat your dog!
But not literally 'cause that's animal cruelty.
Come on. Let's go tell Achi.
No. And just in case you do not understand,
let me say it in Spanish, too.
No.
Come on, Achi.
We can't let Little Miss Perfect win.
Dog shows are snobby and degrading. That is not me.
Such trivial spectacles go against my dog morals.
Say, i-is it chicharrones o'clock again already?
That's what I'm talking about!
No more free food.
What?! You are holding out on me?!
Please. I need it.
Aah!
How about we make you a deal?
You do the dog show, and you don't have to beg
for food ever again.
You'll get this free chicharrones coupon.
But we understand if it goes against your precious morals.
No, no, no, no, no! Wait, wait, wait!
They don't call me Loose Morals Achi for nothing.
It's a deal.
It says here that they will be judging
based on appearance, agility, and obedience.
The classiest dog will win best in show.
Easy!
One last thing.
According to the book, we'll have to inspect your coat.
I am all bones, chico.
I guess I'll just have to skip the competition.
Time to swap out your ears
with these premium extra-soft floppy ones.
What do you mean "swap"?
These are real.
We're totally gonna win that trophy
and rub it in Tuna's spoiled face.
He's perfect!
Welcome to the Monte Macabro Dog Show!
These cutie poochies must compete in three events
to be crowned best in show.
The winner receive this 24-karat gold trophy.
Whoa!
Pssh! You wish!
It's gonna be my name on that trophy.
I have my engraver here on standby.
Hi, Pablo!
Man, look at these poor excuses for perros.
That one? I cannot even tell which end to sniff.
Our first event is the appearance competition.
please welcome esteemed canine expert
Judge Ceasar-r-r!
6.
5.5.
3.5.
Oh, man. This guy is harsh.
I don't need no jerk to tell me I'm beautiful.
Good to see you again, Judge Ceasar.
I'd just like to say Fresa's coat was groomed
by the world-famous Precious Perros grooming company.
9.5.
9-point what?!
I paid for a 10!
Too fluffy.
This is your fault for having a bad hair day.
Ha-ha! Tuna's dog stinks.
Ahem!
What is this?
This consistency, this texture.
You boys must take me for a fool!
Well, let me tell you something.
I...am...a fool.
Huh?
I thought I'd seen it all -- every dog.
And then I see this beautiful creature.
In all my years of judging,
I can finally give a worthy dog a 10.
Whoo!
Pbht!
You'd be nothing without me.
Our second event is the obstacle course.
The fastest dog wins.
Begin.
Ah, this won't be so bad.
Aaaaaaah!
I can't do it! It hurts!
Come on! My grandma can move faster than that!
Aah!
It hurts so much!
Aah! Ooh!
Don't let us down, Achi! Get up! Come on!
Aaaah!
We got to win this thing!
Move it, lazy bones!
Ooh, aah, ooh, aah!
You got to cross the finish line!
Ohh!
A zero?
This is gonna put us way behind in the competition.
Achi!
You almost cost us the trophy!
Yeah! Pull yourself together!
You okay, Achi?
Oh, sure. I am okay.
So okay!
Alright, let's just take a breather,
and then we can get back to the competition.
No. I have many loose morals, but not this loose!
I'm getting out of here.
You can't leave! We can still totally win this!
And don't forget about the free chicharrones.
I'd rather starve to death with my dignity!
Hey, man, we made you what you are.
You'd be nothing without us.
Eh, who said that?
I cannot tell if it was Victor and Valentino or Tula.
Achi's right, Vic.
No, he's not! Dumb dog.
Okay, he is right!
Come on.
Achi!
Come on, boy!
Beat it, fleshbags.
Look, Achi, our desire to win got carried away.
Don't care!
The truth is, Achi, you're not a good dog.
You're rude, you steal food, and you smell.
Also, you're, like, a skeleton, but that's why we like you.
'Cause no one else is like you.
Yeah. You're not a dog-show dog.
So, we won't make you finish the competition.
Yeah, let's go home.
I accept your apology.
But I gotta give those snobby stuff shirts
a taste of the real Achi.
Well, in that case... you're gonna need these.
Our final event is the obedience competition.
Up first is Fresa.
This one's gonna be easy, so don't mess up.
Move it or lose it, Tuna sandwich!
Hey, they can't do that!
They're not up next.
Aye, just let 'em go. I'm so done right now.
Achi, sit.
Ooh, yeah, baby!
S-Scooting?
Ew!
Achi, chase your tail.
Come here, you!
I got it.
Obviously street dog behavior.
Disqualified!
Fellow butt-sniffers!
It is time to rip off the collars of oppression --
time to stop being good dogs and just be dogs!
Sí, se puede!
Aye que violencia!
Disqualified, every one of you!
Hurry up, Fresa. Let's get our trophy and go.
Ew!
Get off my trophy, street --
Huh? Aah!!
Ugh!
Fresa!
Get these mutts off of me!
Fresa! Don't...you...
No. No! Nooo!!
Nothing better than free chicharrones.
Right, princess?
Um, I invited a couple of friends to, um, share.
Sounds good, Ach-i-i-i!
They look hungry!