Show Off Arthur

# Every day when you're walkin' down the street

# Everybody that you meet

# Has an original point of view

-# And I say, hey!

-Hey!

# What a wonderful kind of day If we can learn to work and play

# And get along with each other

# You gotta listen to your heart Listen to the beat

# Listen to the rhythm The rhythm of the street

# Open up your eyes! Open up your ears!

# Get together and make things better by working together

# It's a simple message And it comes from the heart

# Oh, believe in yourself For that's the place to start

-# And I say, hey!

-Hey!

-What a wonderful kind of day

# If we can learn to work and play And get along with each other

# What a wonderful kind of day, hey! What a wonderful kind of day, HEY! #

Hey, DW!

-Hey!

-Whoa!

CRASH!

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the cutest creature of them all?

Huh?

What? You've got to be kidding me!

Is it magic mirror time? Oh, goody!

-See for yourself.

-What? Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

-That's just what I said.

-And who's that with her?

-I have no idea.

Maybe there's something wrong with the mirror today.

I'll give it a wipe.

DOG GROWLS

Easy now, we didn't mean any offence.

You are both definitely very cute.

Let's use the mirror in the queen's room, it works better.

Beat it, Fuzz-face, I got here first.

You're clearly lost, this mirror is for beautiful creatures.

The rude and ugly mirror is down the hall.

-Oh, yeah? I could beat you in a cute contest any day of the week.

-Ha!

You couldn't win if you were the only contestant

and the judge was your mother.

Bring it on, Pom-pom, bring it on.

DOGS GROWL

And then you bury the wallet like so.

Sweet kibble!

What on earth is Amigo doing?

Dos, tres, quatro...

-Amigo, is your back all right?

-Do you need a doctor?

No, no, I was just trying to lose a little weight.

Good heavens, why?

I must look my best for the dog show next week.

Alberto is going to enter me.

-LAUGHTER

-Oh, it's too good.

YOU, in a dog show!

LAUGHTER

What? You're serious.

Why shouldn't he be?

Amigo is a very handsome dog, I wouldn't be surprised if he won.

Gracias, Kate.

But I didn't think silly things

like dog shows mattered to you, Amigo.

They don't really, but it would make Alberto happy

and there is a prize, it might be ham.

-Maybe you should sign up too, Pal.

-Me?

But, no, I'm so small and my ears are too floppy.

Nonsense, I think you look very distinguished.

In fact, you could both win.

Well, I guess I do have a sort of rugged appeal.

That strong jaw with those gleaming teeth, a proud nose.

Gosh, I am good looking!

I'll do it! For Arthur.

PAL BARKS

'The Wiegel-Bandolik dog show comes to Elwood city, applicants welcome.'

Hmmm.

I'm going to enter him today, I really think he's got a shot.

He's great at running around in circles.

Nine, ten!

Good work, Pal, you can eat now.

Not too much, remember your figure.

There, see? I've held back.

Oh, I feel lighter already, this training isn't so bad.

Oh!

Mum, the bacon is touching the eggs, I can't eat it!

Bacon, Pal?

DOOR BELL

Hey, everyone, who wants left over roast beef?

Oh, the agony, the agony.

Huh?

I did it, I did it!

Oh, crumbs.

We have just started training and you've never looked better,

-my friend.

-Oh, thank you, old boy. You too.

-Ha-ha-ha!

Look at them, Beasley, they actually think they can win.

It's so funny and yet so tragic.

I say, we have just as much chance of winning as you do, you...

well-groomed quadruped!

I don't think so.

-You wait and see. Look at this tail, it's perfect.

-Yes, yes, lovely.

But, you see, neither of you have any chance of winning

because you are mutts.

I can smell it a mile away.

What? Purebreds only?

Amigo is a mix of Bulldog and Boxer.

I'm not sure what Pal is,

but whatever it is, I don't think it's pure.

Ah, the humans have learned.

Well, cheer up, mutts, you wouldn't have won anyway.

Have fun rolling in garbage or whatever it is you do, ta-ta.

And so we can't compete simply because we're not pure purebreds.

What's a purebred?

I don't know, but whatever it is, apparently I'm not it.

It means you only have one breed of dog in you. Pretty loopy, right?

I mean, who cares, a dog is a dog.

My parents were in dog shows before I went to the shelter.

Stand like this, walk like that, they won a lot of them

but they hated it.

-Wait, so you're a purebred?

-Don't look so shocked, baby.

I'm 100% Jack Russell terrier.

Me? Are you out of your mind? I can't stand those dog shows.

But you could win. You said your parents won a lot of them.

And there is a prize, it might be ham.

Killer, if you saw how that snooty poodle offended the Reid name,

I know you'd want to do something.

You're barking up the wrong tree.

You'll never get me in that dog show and that's final.

-Ah, if it isn't the mutts.

-It's him!

I see there's a new one.

Oh, wait, it might just be a large rat.

-You talking to me?

-It speaks!

What an impressive rat.

Listen, you shrub, take your little pom-poms back to your cheap

hair salon and never bother my friends again.

How dare you, a common mutt, talk to me that way!

I am Sebastian Winkleplotz, shining example of the standard poodle.

Come on, human,

let's get away from this loathsome creature before we catch something.

Sign me up.

Oh!

MEOW

KILLER BARKS

KILLER GROWLS

I don't know, Kate, she just doesn't seem like a show dog. She's too...

independent.

But Killer has come so far, Pal, and you know her,

when she wants something, she's unstoppable.

Well, I guess we'll find out tomorrow. Good night, Kate.

Good night, Pal.

HE SIGHS

I'm standing here with Thora Reid

and her absolutely iconic Jack Russell Terrier.

What do you think, little pooky wooky?

Are you going to win the blue ribbon?

DOG GROWLS

Oh, dear! Let go!

That uncouth Killer doesn't stand a chance against me.

Still, one can never be too careful.

That's why I brought this. She'll never be able to resist chasing it.

HE LAUGHS

I'm so nervous I've chewed a hole in my pacifier.

SHE SNIFFS

Do you smell something strange, Pal?

Hmm? Oh, it's probably just me.

I found a nice pile of compost this morning.

BELL DINGS I think it's starting.

And now it's time for the judge to choose who is best in show.

It's been a remarkable group, but the real contest is

between the lively Jack Russell and the crowd pleasing standard poodle.

Let's see how disciplined that little runt really is.

DOG GROWLS

DOG BARKS

Oh, dear.

That's going to cost Killer some points.

DOG GROWLS

Oh, I guess it's over.

Not quite.

I thought that poodle might try something sneaky,

so I brought along a secret weapon.

Roast beef. Let's see if Mr Hoity Toity can resist that.

DOG SNIFFS

Beef. Roast beef?

Roast beef with peppercorns and mustard shallot reduction?

Stand back, human!

I haven't had a decent piece of meat in weeks!

AUDIENCE GASPS I can't believe the dachshund won -

he was all skin and bones.

I'm just happy it wasn't that insufferable poodle.

The prize was terrible - a ribbon?

Please. This is a prize for a cat, not a dog.

Like I said, dog shows are ridiculous.

Now if there was a contest to see which dog had the nicest

personality, that would be different.

What? You're saying I don't have a nice personality?

-ALL: Yes, of course.

-You are a little lamb.

Oh, thanks. Now who thinks that they can get the ball from me?

Hey, where's everyone going?

Come back, you cowards!

HE LAUGHS

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