Mr. Tinkles:
Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow. How many dogs does it take to over throw mankind? Just one stupid puppy.
Lou:
Where is my family?
Mr. Tinkles:
Oh they're alive, for now, but it won't matter, you see I've-
[the limousine swerves all over the road Mr Tinkles hits the left side of the limousine]
Mr. Tinkles:
Oh my. This isn't NASCAR you idiot.
[Clears throat]
Mr. Tinkles:
I have seized the professor's formula, and in a mere hour I will reverse it, giving me the power to make all humans allergic to dogs.
Butch:
What?
[the limousine swerves again]
Mr. Tinkles:
How am supposed to gloat gleefully when you're driving like a chimpanzee? I mean, really!
[Clears throat]
Mr. Tinkles:
Now I will make all of humanity violently allergic to your wretched kind, and when you are all hated and despised by those you protect, you will be cast out, leaving me to lead all of catkind in a glorious revolution to conquer the world!
[laughs evilly]
Lou:
What will we do?
Butch:
"We"? You just handed the world back to the cats and doomed the human race forever. There is nothing left to do.
Ivy, the Female Alley Dog:
You always give up too easy, Butch.
Butch:
Is that what I think it is?
Lou:
What, Butch?
Ivy, the Female Alley Dog:
Yep, it's the Cat Tracker 2000.
Mr. Tinkles:
[the Scene changes. The limousine is driving back to the factory with the professor's Formula]
Those fleabags must be running for the hills!
[Chuckles]
Calico:
Yeah I- yeah that's what I was thinking.
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