[cab door opens]
[door closes]
-[animal scurrying] -[grunting, snorting]
[growling]
[chuckles]
[barks]
[sighs]
Take it.
Sick of turkey anyway.
Little Bandit.
Want some chips with that?
He was probably starving. That was really nice of you.
That's my Uncle Teo.
Tough on the outside, squishy on the inside.
You believe that?
No.
You should. [laughs]
Sure I can't offer you something else? I know you've got a long haul ahead.
-Thank you, but I'm good. -Okay.
You called him Bandit 'cause he tried to steal your sandwich?
Or because he stole your heart?
[chuckles] Nope, just my sandwich.
Oh, no more stealing, Bandit.
You need to make a good impression
if these nice people are gonna find you a home.
Come on, Bandit. I'll get you a real treat.
Whoa. He's got a lot of energy.
[chuckling] Yeah.
[sighs] Charles and I will take Bandit for a checkup with Dr. Abby tomorrow.
In the meantime, we'll give him a lot of love.
He deserves it after everything he's been through.
You were right, mi'ja. He is in good hands.
Sorry to interrupt,
-but we got a crisis on our hands. -What is it?
Just got off the phone with the distributor.
They never got our syrup order.
I put it in a week ago.
I have a confirmation email--
Excuse us. What do you mean--
What kind of crisis involves syrup?
The fire station's annual pancake breakfast and open house.
My parents volunteered to be in charge.
Pancakes without syrup is a crisis.
Agreed.
[barking]
Oh. [chuckles]
Someone heard pancakes.
[Teo chuckles]
Again? Okay, Bandit.
What are you doing with my trebuchet?
Playing fetch with Bandit.
Okay, it's not a toy.
It's a catapult used to attack castles,
and I need it for my Middle Ages presentation.
I don't think this could knock down a castle wall,
so it pretty much is a toy.
And besides, I need it
because Bandit loves to play so much, my arm got tired.
[growls, barks]
Look how happy he is.
Fine. You're right. [sighs]
Just try not to break it until after I get my grade.
Wait, where's Bandit?
That's weird.
-[Bandit grunting] -[giggles] He finally wore himself out.
[sighs heavily]
[Lizzie] Uh, Charles?
I think something's wrong with Bandit.
He's just tired.
[Lizzie] No, his breathing isn't right.
-[grunting continues] -Do you hear that?
It sounds kinda raspy.
What do you think that means?
It means that we should call Dr. Abby.
Now.
-What's taking so long? -Don't worry, Charles.
I'm sure everything will be okay.
[sighs] Do you know that for sure?
[sighs]
No.
-Hey, Bandit. -How is he? Is everything okay?
Ultimately, yes, he's not in any pain or immediate risk.
-That doesn't sound good. -Why was his breathing like that?
One of his heart valves doesn't work properly,
and it couldn't handle being overstimulated.
It's my fault. I shouldn't have played with him so much.
You did nothing wrong. It's likely he's had this since he was born.
[barks]
See that, Charles?
If it was your fault, I don't think Bandit would be asking you to hold him.
Good boy.
So, he'll be okay?
Absolutely.
It's best to limit his activity so he doesn't get too worked up.
What about his heart? Is there anything else we can do?
There is an elective surgery, which would require a specialist.
It is quite expensive though.
But Bandit doesn't need it to lead a healthy and happy life.
[sighs] No more fetching the ball, Bandit.
Gonna miss that, aren't you?
If looking after him is too difficult, I can make other arrangements.
No. We got this. We'll keep Bandit calm, right, Charles?
Right.
[Lizzie] I think this calming coat will help.
We should have Mom and Dad tell Bandit
one of their "you know, when you were a baby" stories.
Those always put me to sleep.
I'll play some soothing music to help.
[soothing ambient music playing on speakers]
[Charles] How're we gonna find someone to adopt Bandit
when he has to stay calm all the time?
There's a perfect home for every dog, remember?
[Betsy] Hey, you two.
-How's the little guy doin'? -Shh.
We're trying to create a relaxing environment for him.
Oh. Sorry, honey.
[breathes deeply]
Listen, if you wanna skip yoga and stay here with Bandit,
-I completely understand. -Nope, I'm coming.
Okay.
-Are you okay to watch him alone? -Yeah, no problem.
We'll find something fun to do, won't we?
Just no playing or running.
Okay, well, guess that just leaves cuddling.
Perfect.
[droning] Om.
[chimes]
Namaste.
[together] Namaste.
[Betsy] Mmm. I needed that.
I didn't think about pancakes or syrup once.
You okay, honey?
Oh. Yeah, I'm just worried about Bandit. That's all.
I understand.
But remember how lucky he is to have you two taking care of him.
And you know, Dad and I are here for whatever you need.
Thanks, Mom. Charles and I will figure it out.
You always do.
-[chuckles] -I'll be right back.
Wonderful to see you again, Lizzie.
-I hope you enjoyed class. -I really did. It was great.
I'm glad to hear you say that.
I sensed you were a bit disconnected today.
I guess I did have a lot on my mind.
The world can be hectic.
That's why I've tried to create an oasis of tranquility in here.
Well, you definitely have. If this were my studio, I'd never leave.
I rarely do. Why would I?
This little room provides me with everything I've ever wanted.
Have you ever wanted a dog?
[sniffing]
Hey, Bandit.
[sighs]
[barking]
I know you wanna play. So do I, but we can't.
[barks]
Wait, I know how we can both have fun.
-[whines] -Come on. Let's go.
-[sighs] -[kickstand clicks]
Almost as good as chasing a ball, isn't it, Bandit?
[breathes deeply]
Here you go. No! Bandit!
Bandit, stop!
You done?
Come back!
-[barks] -[pants] Come on, Bandit.
[groans]
You're not supposed to run around!
-Bandit! -[Lizzie] Charles.
Where were you? And why are you playing with Bandit?
I just took him for a bike ride.
-You're getting him too excited. -He's doing it. Not me.
Charles, it's not about what you want.
-It's about what's best for Bandit. -I know that.
Hey, what's up?
Oh, something is up.
This is all my fault.
I should have never insisted that Uncle Teo bring Bandit to you.
No, it's not your fault, Maria. It's nobody's fault.
-You didn't even know Bandit was sick. -None of us did.
He loves to play and definitely doesn't act like he's sick.
I know, but he is.
Here.
Yeah.
You're gonna be okay, Bandit.
-I think I found him the perfect home. -What?
Mom's yoga teacher.
She really wants a dog but feels bad she doesn't have a yard.
No yard to run around in?
That does sound perfect.
Her yoga studio is so peaceful.
She's really nice and intuitive.
It means she can sense how you're feeling.
Oh, like dogs can?
Kinda.
If she can sense how Bandit's feeling, she'll keep him calm and healthy.
Lizzie, that sounds incredible.
Uncle Teo will be so relieved.
He called me today and yesterday to check in on him.
Tell him he doesn't have to worry anymore.
So, do you really think Bandit will be happy there?
I couldn't think of a better place.
[meditative music playing on speakers]
It's hot in here.
This does seem perfect.
Let's close our practice with an om.
[inhales deeply]
[droning] Om.
[barking]
Bandit! Shh.
They're almost done.
Aw, he just wants to be part of the class.
[chimes]
[barking]
-Bandit! Bandit! -[barking continues]
-[Charles sighs] -I am so sorry, Susana.
Oh, don't be.
I love that Bandit's so enthusiastic about yoga. [chuckles]
-He likes you. -Do you, Bandit?
Do you like me?
Are you doing that thing where you read his mind?
-Charles. -What?
[chuckles] I told him you were intuitive, that's all.
[laughing] I can't read Bandit's mind.
-[growls] -Although, I am getting the sense
he might not enjoy sitting on a meditation pillow all day long.
But he has to be in a calm environment.
[growls, barks]
[whines, growls]
Perhaps, but he also needs to want to be in a calm environment.
She's right. Just like you were.
Bandit would never be happy here.
So, what do we do now?
[sighs] I think we only have one option.
Okay, thanks, Dr. Abby. Charles and I will figure something out.
All right.
-Well? -[sighs]
She spoke to a specialist who can do Bandit's surgery.
Afterwards, Bandit's heart will work perfectly fine.
Cool.
But the surgery costs $4,000.
Four thousand dollars?
How are we gonna get $4,000?
[sighs]
Here's how.
[Lizzie] We'll print up a ton of signs.
[lively music plays]
And I'll make my special homemade dog treats.
[Charles] Because we're selling them to help a sick dog,
people will come from all over to buy them.
Thank you!
[laughing] Charles, you'll never believe it.
We made $83.
-[sighs] -[Lizzie sighs]
Even if we do this every weekend,
Bandit won't be able to get his surgery for a year.
Bandit!
-[sighs] -[barks]
Okay.
[car door closes]
Is that all for the open house?
[chuckles] It's just the tip of the iceberg.
How many people are you making pancakes for?
They're expecting hundreds.
Captain Carter said it's gonna be the biggest year ever.
Apparently, the tickets are selling like hotcakes.
How long have you been waiting to say that?
About three days.
[Betsy, Paul speaking, indistinct]
[Lizzie] Hey, uh, Mom.
Remember you said you're here to help with whatever we need for Bandit?
Yes.
We'd like to take you up on that.
[Paul scoffs]
[chattering]
[Paul] Good try. [laughs]
It's quite a turnout.
If you flip 'em, they will come.
You have a whole list of pancake jokes, don't you?
[both laughing]
Thank you.
Have a heart, help a heart! Help Bandit get his surgery!
Thank you.
-[barks] -Bandit says thanks too!
Team Bandit is raking it in!
Yeah. It's going great. There are so many people here.
-We're almost sold out. [laughs] -[Betsy laughs]
[chuckles] There you go.
Uh, you don't have to donate, Dr. Abby.
Oh, you're right. I don't.
Whoops.
[Paul] Hey.
[shutter clicks]
-Yeah! -Yeah!
[Charles] Thank you.
Have a heart!
[exclaiming]
Well? Did we make enough for Bandit's surgery?
[sighs]
-We did it! -Yes!
[laughs] The biggest donation came from none other than my best friend, Maria.
-Really? -Uh, no, not really.
It was Uncle Teo.
He called again today to check on Bandit, and I told him about the fundraiser.
I would call today a huge success for all of us.
I don't know about you guys, but your mom and I are starving.
-Who's up for a celebration meal? -[barks]
-Breakfast for dinner? -You're joking, right?
He's joking. [scoffs]
-He's not joking. -[all laugh]
[barks]
Where are they?
We waited two weeks to see Bandit. I think we can wait another minute or--
They're here! [giggles]
Good day, guys.
-[van door opens] -[Dr. Abby] All right.
Hi, baby. Come here.
[chuckles]
How is he?
Well, his stitches are out. His heart sounds perfect.
The surgeon did a wonderful job.
Can I hold him?
Only if you can catch him.
[Dr. Abby, Charles laugh]
-[barks] -[Charles] He already wants to play.
It's gonna be so much easier to find him a home now.
Easier than you think.
[chuckles]
-[barks] -[Charles] Aw. He missed you.
[Teo chuckles]
[groans]
Oh, I missed you too, little Bandit.
[chuckles]
I told Uncle Teo Bandit was coming back today,
but I wasn't expecting him to show up too.
Ready to come home with me? Hmm? [chuckles]
I knew it. I knew you'd adopt him.
[stammering] Well, I didn't know, but I just hoped so.
-[Charles chuckles] -[chuckles, laughs]
I thought about him every day since I left.
You were right. He stole more than my sandwich.
What do you say we get on the road before it gets dark?
[barks]
That's a yes.
[laughs]
Bandit and I should be rolling back through town next month.
Will you have time to stop by for a visit?
I don't think Bandit would have it any other way. [chuckles]
Hold on.
If you're adopting Bandit, you're definitely gonna need this.
[barks, growls]
[Teo chuckles]
[grunts, chuckles]
Don't worry, boy.
I promise we'll play at every rest stop, huh?
Buckle up.
[chuckles]
All right.
[brakes hiss]
[truck horn honks]