FFreddie
(barks and whimpers)
Get into that cage, you filthy mongrel!
And don’t show your smelly doggy face again.
Well, don’t just stand there, you two. Where are they?
My gifts. It’s Mother’s Day. I’m a mother. Where are my gifts?!
Oh. Here, Auntie Katrina. (She shows Katrina) I made this card myself. Roses are red. Violets are blue. Nobody in the world has a mother like you.
Ooh, isn’t that sweet? (ripping the Mother’s Day card) I hate sweet! This isn’t the gift! I want merchandise! I hope you did better, Brattina.
You betcha. (She shows Katrina a present) Happy Mommy Dearest Day.
A plant? Uck! It disgusts me.
But it’s special, Mommy Dearest. It’s an icky-poo Puppy-Eating Plant.
Puppies, puppies, puppies!
Oh, Brattina! It’s a Mother’s Day dream come true! (kissing Brattina)
Eww! Totally gross me out, why don’tcha!
I love puppies! Puppies! Puppies!
Freddie dumpling, don’t you worry about that silly old vegetable. We’re going to get you adopted, just as soon as I clean you up with a little old bath.
Whoa! Hold on there, ma’am. This here is Nose Marie’s Day, which means you don’t do Narry no work at all. Yeah.
No buts about it. We’ll get Freddie a super-duper bath.
With my new improved Bath-O-Matic!
Oh. This pampered life is boring.
Oh. Sounds like a certain sleepy head needs a nap.
FFreddie
(yawning) Yeah, but I can’t fall asleep with a bedtime story.
Then your all sit right back and listen, Freddie. Bedtime stories are my specialty. “Once Upon a little old Time…”
Stop! Don’t say another word.
It’s your day off, remember? We’re doing all your chores for you.
Including bedtime stories.
(pushing Nose Marie to the door) So go relax, Nose Marie.
Oh, fiddly dee! This relaxing is becoming downright exhausting. (sighs)
FFreddie
But who’s going to tell me a story?
(as an old man) The little old storyteller me. Oh, Freddie, my pup. Did I ever tell you about the time I barked at a kitty? Uh, no. I mean a tiger… No, no, no. Was the cat monsters from Mars?
Oh, by cracking! (imagining he was soaring across the milky way in his ship) Them on days. Well, there I was soaring across the street. No. The milky way. When suddenly, they attacked the monster cats. They bombarded my ship with giant killer furballs. Of course, I put up a food fight.
Take that, and that, and that! Oh, by cracking the fur was really flying. Yes, free! Oh, I thought it was a goner.
You’re all gonna be goners if you don’t clean up this mess and pronto.
Sure thing, Cooler. Sorry.
This never happens when Nose Marie tells the story. (hoovering up the feathers) I wish Mother’s Day was over.
Yeah. Then Nose Marie could clean up this mess.
FRFlight Recorder
Will all passengers please fasten your seat belts and prepare for take-off?
Are you all ready to go, Nose Marie?
As ready as I’ll ever be, Lisa.
FRFlight Recorder
Flight Niner five to Los Angeles requests our clearance for take-off.
P1Pilot #1
Oh, hold the phone, Flight Niner five. We have unauthorized personnel on the runway.
P2Pilot #2
Correction. We have unauthorized dogs on the runway.
(Imitating siren noise) Hey! Pull over!
FRFlight Recorder
There’s going to be a short delay, folks. We have a bunch of dogs blocking our take-off.
What are you all doing here?
Nose Marie! Don’t leave us, kiddo! I need you!
HBHowler, Bright Eyes and Whopper
We need you!
The puppy pound just wouldn’t be the same without you.
I missed you, southern fried goodness!
Nose Marie, what’s going on? Oh. Is Nose Marie your dog?
Well, kind of. You see, we really need her help with the pound.
FFreddie
Well, how about another puppy who’s just as nice and cute? Hi. My name’s Freddie.
Oh. Freddie, you’re perfect.
Pound Puppies (1986) · 151 quotes
