Rusty: A Dog's Tale

And then-- And then she says, "That's not my sister, that's a possum."

Hey, litterbug, watch my shell, man.

Looks like Bart and Bertha are back again.

Yeah, you know what that means, man?

Yeah, every time those two loudmouthed doughnut brains show up...

they try to take Jory and Tess away from us.

Turbo, we gotta shift into high gear, man. We gotta stop 'em.

Hello? We're turtles. If we're lucky, we'll get there by winter.

Oh, come on, Turbo. Hmm, we gotta try. We gotta go.

Shut up, you mangy mutt.

Oh, Bart, don't look like anyone's to home.

Well, I figure they're off somewhere...

feeding them stupid critters they got around here, hmm?

What say we go take a look-see inside?

I sure could go for some iced tea.

That's a good idea, Bertha. I could use a "swaller" of something tasty myself.

Hey, keep a lid on it! I mean it now!

Stupid mutt. Oughta be a law against creatures.

Now, come on, Turbo, let's go.

Show-off. Mr. Runs Like the Wind.

I'm going as fast as I can. Sheesh, gimme a break.

Make no bones about it...

you two brats are gonna be mine.

Ho-ho! Iced tea!

That's for me. What else?

Hey, Bertha, we hit pay dirt. A nice birthday cake.

Mmm. It's sweet too.

Hey, Bertha, you want some cake?

Well, hot dogs and pickled hogs.

What do you know about that?

Hey, Bart, have I got something to show you.

What are you hollerin' about now?

It seems the old folks are a mite late on their mortgage payment.

- Let me see this. - Very late, in fact.

Uh, readin' ain't my strong suit there.

- Show me where it says that. - Well, lookee here.

It says if they don't come up with the dough by the first of the month...

check out!

Well, then, they'll lose the house.

No house, no home for the kids.

No home for the kids, no kids.

Stop it! You're killin' me!

Hey, let's go have some birthday cake and iced tea.

I'm there with ya.

Now remember, Edna...

uh, if the kids are already home from school...

these presents stay in the back of the car, right?

Well, Boyd, honestly.

When did you ever know me to spoil a surprise?

- Well-- - Look out for that bump.

Uh-uh, I'm not going through the cow pies. No way.

Come on, man, we got to. It's the only shortcut.

Look, Rusty's chasing Boo again. Maybe he can help us.

Yeah, that's a good idea. Hey, Rusty! Yo, Rusty!

Leave me alone, bone breath.

- Oh, come on, Boo! - Yo, Rusty!

- I just wanna play. - Then we'll play by my rules.

Yeah. Hey, no fair.

I can't climb trees. We can't play if you're up there.

Prr-ecisely.

- Oh, you're no fun. - Hey, Rusty. Hey, Rusty, over here, kid.

- Over here, Rusty. - Rusty, come on already. We need your help.

Well, I didn't wanna play with you anyway.

Yeah, right, and I'm a Doberman.

I just can't wait to see Jory's precious little face...

when he sees that cake I baked for him.

And I know he's just gonna love his present.

- Oh, we got company. - What?

Bart and Bertha are back.

Oh, no! Oh, Boyd, not them!

Now, don't-- don't get excited now. We-- We can manage it.

Well, I don't care. Cousins or no cousins...

they're not getting their hands on our grandchildren.

- Right? - Yeah, you're right.

What is your problem? Can't you see I'm busy?

Those two blockheads are back to try to take our Jory and Tess away.

- You gotta do something. - Great Danes!

This is terrible. But what can I do? I'm just a pup.

You gotta go tell your mom, man. She's smart. She'll think of something.

Right. Mom knows everything. I'll go get her.

I guess a turtle's work is never done.

Slow down already. This ain't a race, you know.

Ah, for Pete's sake.

Look at that. Just knocked it over and ran off.

Ah, let's worry about that later and take care of the trash inside.

- Come on. - Now, don't let them get to you, Boyd. Do you hear me?

- I'm not gonna-- - Stay calm.

- Don't worry. I'm gonna be fine. - Remember your high blood pressure.

Hello, Cap.

How ya doin'?

That-a-boy. Ready?

No. But what difference does it make?

- Bart. Bertha. - Well, it's about time you two came home.

You know, we was beginning to wonder maybe the loony bin come and carted you away.

Well, I see you two have made yourselves right at home.

If that's what you can call it.

This ain't no place to be raisin' kids.

All them wild animals runnin' all over the place.

Folks in town is right when they say you two are plumb crazy.

Now, you just listen to me, Bertha Bimini. I've had about all I'm gonna take from you.

Now, we might as well listen to what they have to say. We're gonna have to anyway.

Mom! Dad! They're back! They're back!

It's Bart and Bertha. They're back! Comin' through, ladies.

Oh, no! Last time they tried to steal my eggs.

- And my tusks. - They're trying to steal my humans!

Oh, my! Ladies, guard your roosts.

Mommy! It's happening all over again.

Mommy, hurry up. We gotta stop 'em. Come on.

Please, Rusty, I'm trying to feed the babies.

But we gotta do something.

Whatever it is, I'm sure it can wait till later.

I'm exhausted.

But Jory and Tess. They're gonna take Jory and Tess away.

- What? Who's taking Jory and Tess away? - Come on. I'll show you.

It's Bart and Bertha. We gotta stop 'em.

- They're in there. - Oh, Mom.Jory and Tess are my favorite humans.

Everybody knows it's wrong for old people to be raising young children.

Something needs to be done about those two.

And you're just the dog to do it.

- Oh, Malley, I don't know. - Where's that big, strong stud I married?

- I guess he just got old. - That's nonsense, and you know it.

Now, come on. We've gotta keep those two fleabags from taking away our humans.

Mom's right. We gotta teach those butt-sniffers a lesson.

- Rusty! - Oops. Sorry, Mom.

What makes you think you have the right to take our grandchildren away from us?

Boyd, this ain't about thinkin'. Look.

You see? I got this little legal document here...

and it says that we are the legal guardians of them children.

Go ahead and take a look.

Oh, Bart, really!

Even I can tell this is a forgery.

Well, it's Bertha's handwriting, for Pete's sake.

W-Well, just as soon as we can prove that you two old coots--

- Hey, Mom, I got an idea. - Is unfit to raise 'em, them kids will be ours.

Now look, let's be honest. The only reason that you want, uh,Jory and Tess...

is because of the trust fund that my son and daughter-in-law left for them.

- The money don't hurt. -

Oh, Bertha.

Hey, you rascals, wake up back there.

What time should my dad bring me over for the party?

I don't know. 6:00. 6:30.

Better make it even earlier. Gramps and Grammy won't be able to hold it back that long.

- They never do. - What do you mean?

Whenever we have a birthday, they always try to give us a surprise party.

I know. Like we haven't figured it out by now.

We always pretend to be surprised.

That makes 'em really happy.

So I'll see you at 5:00 then.

Yeah, 5:00.

This is us, Tess.

Jory, why come you didn't tell me today was your birthday?

I could have made you a cake or even a sweet potato pie.

That means I'm gonna have to sing you your present.

- Thanks for the song, Wanda. Bye. -

- Bye. - Bye.

- You're lucky. - Why's that?

You don't have to hear Wanda sing for another year.

My birthday's next month.

Hey, I'll race you home.

Oh, no, Cousins Bart and Bertha are here.

Oh,Jory, what do you think they want now?

Boyd, Boyd, you know we can't afford that.

Besides, we don't owe these two anything.

Well, here.

It's all we can spare. Take it and get off the property.

Thank you, Boyd.

Hi, kids. Hey, your Cousin Bertha and I...

want you to know how much we love you.

You can bet your sweet bippy on it.

We're gonna have to teach you two some manners.

Come on, Bertha. Let's go.

We'll be back, you know.

Oh, by the way...

that birthday cake, it was delicious.

Oh, those two really frost my bun.

- Mine too. - Oh!

Quit worrying. We'll get 'em. You'll see.

Well, hurry up and get in position. And don't let 'em see you.

- Hush, Rusty. - I can't help it, Mom.

Something could go wrong. Great Danes, what if Agent and Bandit get caught?

Dimwit alert. They're on their way out.

Hey, guys, we're on.

Operation Stink 'Em Up is under way. Wish us luck.

Get down and hide already.

I think we rattled 'em, darlin'. What you think?