Sw...itched Dennis the Menace and Gnasher

Ready, Gnasher? Let's go!

# Playing by the rules

# Is highly overrated

# Unstoppable, unstoppable, yeah!

# They can't hold us back

# We'll make the most of every second

# Unstoppable, unstoppable, yeah!

# After all is said and done

# Shout, "One for all and all for fun!"

# Nothing's going to bring us down today

# Open up your eyes The world outside is waiting. #

Honestly, all this fuss over something so simple.

Well, you do you keep making me take baths.

-At least the worst is over.

-Oh, no, it isn't.

Gnash, gnash, gnash, gnash.

HE LAUGHS

Gnasher still hasn't had his B-A-T-H.

That spells "bath", Gnasher.

Dennis!

Whoa! Whoa!

THUDDING

-Dennis!

-Oops.

Whoa!

Claudius. Bath-time.

Gnasher could learn a thing or two from that cat.

Attention! Reporting for bath-time duty, sir.

Prompt action in supplying vital equipment.

That deserves a medal, I think.

Ha-ha! Got you.

Walter? Got a minute?

Hang on, Gnasher.

Oh, no, stop hanging on, Gnasher.

So he needs to be taught proper bath-time behaviour.

Can you help?

I don't know if there's much even I can do for such a smelly,

scruffy creature.

Actually, we'd be delighted to give Gnasher grooming tips.

Dad, you can't do this to my best mate! You just can't.

Right, I've got Gnasher's bath all set up.

Oh, I think not.

Wow!

-Doesn't that look relaxing?

-Gnash, gnash, gnash, gnash!

Please, Dad.

I beg you to think of this dig's dog-nity, this dog's dignity.

I beg you not to reduce him to a barking stock.

VIOLIN MUSIC

I beg you to spare him his soapy ordeal.

I beg you to stop playing that violin while I'm begging.

Sorry, just practising.

-Oh, for goodness' sake, it's only a bit of soap and water.

-Gnash, gnash.

Gnasher!

-It was horrible.

-It was like a nightmare.

Slippery, slithery, slimy soap. I hate baths!

I hate soap and shampoo in my hair.

My poor defenceless hair. It's so flat.

Being this clean is not natural. Soon fix that, though.

With the pitch squelchy underfoot, we kick off with a magic,

muddy manoeuvre.

It's on the head and all over his head.

Now the dogged defender with his dynamite right foot, er, feet.

Go on, Gnasher.

ALL: Huh?

Wow, brilliant, hey? Gnasher?

-What's going on, Gnasher?

-Gnash, gnash.

-You're not your old self today, Gnasher.

-Gnash, gnash, gnash.

Maybe you just need some food.

Hungry, Gnasher?

Fish! What is going on with you?

You don't think he's ill, do you?

If he is, you'd never know it. He even smells nice.

He's been acting weird ever since he was in Claudius's bath.

It's like he's turning into a C-A-T.

-A what?

-A cat, Pie-Face.

-Oh!

I promise I'll never let Mum wash you in the sprouts again, Po.

Ah, young Dennis, your hairy hound has been at my flowerbeds!

-Huh!

-Should we take him to the vet?

-Can't.

After Gnasher's last checkup,

the vet emigrated to Africa to give fillings to lions.

Hmm. I've got an idea.

Gnash, gnash, gnash, gnash, gnash.

Gnash.

Reflexes are OK.

His eyes are OK.

Energy levels are definitely OK.

Ooh, there.

Those aren't your fleas, Gnasher, they're Claudius's.

What have you done to my Claudius? Look at the state of him!

They must have switched fleas in the bath

and somehow it's altered their behaviour.

-We'll have to switch them back. They need a bath, now.

-Gnash.

Come on, Pie-Face.

Gnash, gnash, gnash, gnash.

Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow,

-BOTH:

-Go on, Gnasher. Go on, go on, go, go, go.

He's been itching to do that! Brilliant.

All back to normal.

Oh, poor Gnasher.

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