DUG: Mmm, flower.
I smelled a flower!
CARL: Uh-huh, that's nice.
Aw!
I smelled your pants.
CARL: I'm happy for you.
Yuck! This smells horrible.
I smell something horrible.
Don't you roll in that.
You just had a bath.
(CHUCKLES) This makes me very happy.
-(WIND BLOWING SOFTLY) -Oh!
So many smells.
Ah! Oh, I knew that was there. Uh-huh.
That is a funny one.
Oh, smelly.
Ah! Huh?
I do not know that one.
DUG: Squirrel.
That is for a foot.
Bird.
That one is strange.
It is like nothing I have ever smelled before.
I need to know what that is.
I must find the smell.
Must find the smell.
Must find the smell. (SNIFFING)
-Must find the smell. -(CHITTERING)
Must find the smell.
I will go under the fence.
CARL: Dug! DUG: Dug!
Get out of my azaleas. You know better than that.
DUG: (HESITATES) I digged them.
Yeah, I can see that.
And it's not "digged." It's "dug."
-DUG: Yes? -No, you didn't "digged." You "dug."
I am Dug.
You're missing my point.
-DUG: Point! -Start over.
Did your paws dig the flowers?
DUG: Yes?
-And did that already happen? -Yes!
-Then you digged the flowers? -Yes!
-But the correct word to use... -Yes?
-...past tense... -Yes!
...is dug. Get it?
I am Dug. Got it.
I am arguing with a talking dog.
Dug, I just don't want to see any more places...
"digged."
All right, Poppa.
But I smell a smell that I must follow. And...
(SIGHS) Yeah, we've been over this. Flowers smell nice, I agree.
DUG: But-- Oh! (SNIFFING)
Should I go under the fence?
I shouldn't, but I must.
I shouldn't, but I must!
I am being a bad dog.
I am not sure why.
Bruiser. Princess. Marcela.
Timmy Johnson?
This place is not for you.
Rosie.
Oh, Fluffy now has carrots in her food.
What is that?
Oh!
Oh... (SIGHS)
I will not eat this food that someone did not give me.
Oh, now I am feeling guilty.
I ate a meat.
(SNIFFS) Oh! Oh, no! I lost the strange smell.
Where is that smell?
I can't find it! I must try.
I must smell everything.
No. Not it. No.
Mmm, yuck! Grape. Cat. Gum. Mailman. Popsicle.
No idea.
Oh!
-That is the smell. -(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(BARKING) Fire!
Uh, does anyone else see the fire?
No one sees the fire?
There it is. Right there!
(GASPS) I must tell Poppa, with my talking.
Poppa!
Poppa! (GULPS)
Gotta go fast. Gotta tell about the fire.
(GASPS) What is it, boy? Where's your collar?
-(BARKING) -Okay. What are you trying to tell me?
Is someone trapped in the old mill or something?
(GRUNTS) Thank you?
Huh?
Hello, police? I've got a crazy dog here.
What are you doing now?
-You got rabies or something? -(BARKS)
What? The bricks? The pictures?
-I'm not good at this. -(GROWLS)
-Ah-ha! You're a hot dog. Got it. -(GROANS)
CARL: For crying out loud, what else could it be?
Oh, you just want to go on a walk.
-(BARKS) -Why didn't you just say so?
DUG: Look at this, you squirrel.
I talked about the bad smell, and it got fixed.
Do you not wish that you could talk?
You cannot. Ha!
-You are just a squirrel. -(CHITTERS)