Getting Oliver

(Horn honks)

Jenny: Bye, Winston. Goodbye, Oliver.

Girl: Hi, Jenny. Sit over here.

Dodger: All right, listen up. We checked it out. All we gotta do is...

Tito: (Pounding) Oh, man! He's dead meat now!

Franics: I'll handle that ruffian.

Body slam! Body slam!

Oh, come on, you fool!

(Doorbell rings)

Hit him! Hit him! Oh, bother. Einy. Get outta there! Huh? Yes? Who is it?

(Francis moaning)

Oh, my. You!

- [Barks]

[Grunts] I'll show you, you, you...

- Come back here!

- [Door Closes]

What... [Door Opens]

Mira lo this place. Check it out.

[Gasps] Chagall. Matisse.

These are all masterpieces.

Huh, this place looks pretty nice. I mean, how bad off could it be here?

[Sniffing]

Hey, man, if this is torture, chain me to the wall.

- [Dodger] Tito! - [Door Rattling] We're here for the kid, remember? Now let's get him and go.

[All Sniffing]

"I love you, Oliver. Play with Georgette." I'd like to play with him, all right! The little fur ball! Oooh. [Screams] Who are you? What do you want? Winston!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Calm down.

- [Crash]

[Grunting]

Oooh!

[Pans Rattling]

Don't come any closer!

I knew this would happen one day. You're barkin' up the wrong tree. It's not you I'm after.

It's not? It's not! Well, why not? What's the problem, Spot? Not good enough for you? I mean, do you even know who I am? Fifty-six blue ribbons. Fourteen regional trophies. Six-time national champion!

Ooo, and we're all very impressed. Right, guys?

Very impressed. [Panting]

- Oh!

- [Kissing] Allow me to introduce myself. I am Ignacio Alonzo Julio Frederico de Tito. Get away from me, you little bug-eyed creep!

- Winston!

- [Sighs]

- Excuse me, uh, sister. Who's Rex?

- None of your business! And you, tubby, off the bed!

- [Sniffing]

- Get away from there, you...

- [Sneezes]

- All right! That does it! You yo-yos clear out and I mean now! Winston! Bark! Bark!

Relax, champ. We'll leave as soon as we get our cat.

If you think I'm intimidated by a bunch of flea-bitten, dog-pound rejects... Your cat? [Giggles] How stupid of me. You must be the friends he keeps talking about.

- Yes.

- [Winston] Georgette. Something's not quite right here.

Shh. Quick. Before he comes back. Follow me.

Look at him, Dodger. Honey, let's just forget the whole thing.

No, no, you can't do that! You don't understand. The poor dear's so traumatized.

- [Winston] Georgette.

- Huh? What?

- [Winston] What is going on here? Now get going. Hurry. Use the fire escape.

- [Muffled Shouts]

- [Francis Grunting]

There's no time for long goodbyes, but here's something to remember me by. [Kissing]

- [Smacking] [Tito Yelps, Groaning] Ooo, I think she likes me, man. Ooo, I could've danced all night I could've danced all night

- [Francis] You were very good.

- [Oliver] What?

- Nicejob, Dodger.

- Hey, wait. What's goin' on, you guys? Just the rescue of the century.

- Should've seen Frankie handle that butler.

- Rescue?

- [Howling]

- I was rather good, wasn't I? And how about Tito and Miss Six-Time National Champion?

Hey, hey, but, wait. I-I-I don't understand you guys.

- You okay, kid?

- Yeah, I'm fine.

Hey, sure he is! He's back with his Uncle Tito.

I was happy there. Why did you guys take me away?

We rescued you, kitty. We, we brought you home.

But... Well, I, I have another home now. And someone who loves me.

What do you mean, kid? You're in the gang.

- But, but... - The gang means family. We risked a lot to get you outta there. Look, I'm sorry, but all I ever wanted was...

What? This place is not good enough for you any more? Don't wanna mix with the riffraff?

No, no. I like you. I mean, I like... I like every one of you, but... But there was a little girl. I just wanna go back. [Sighs] We never should've took him, Dodger.

- But, Dodger, please...

- You wanna leave? Fine! There's the door.

- But he just got here.

- Go on. No one's stoppin'ya.

Hey, uh, Dodger, man, uh, lighten up.

You lighten up! If he doesn't like it, let him go.

[Name Tag Rattling]

[Fagin] Oh, it's hopeless. [Fagin Moans] [Yawns] [Whimpering]

- [Rattling]

- What's this? So that's where you've been! Looks like you're doing all right for yourself, Oliver. Your owner probably spends more money on catnip... than we do on food in a month. He's probably worried sick about you. All alone in that big house with only his money to comfort him. Only his millions and millions of dollars to... [Giggling] That's it! We're saved! [Laughing] Oh-ho-ho. What a plan! Ah, yes! Uh, paper! Paper! Whoo, it's so great. [Laughing] [Grunting] Dear Mister Rich... Aah. Mister Very Rich. [Chortling]