01x03 - A Hair of the Dog That Bit You

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Bark and scratch and Frisbee catch and

presidential pets. That's us. Changing to

the canines who drive suit up cars and

jets. Coming through. Took a sniffing

toilet sip and soaring through the sky. I

like it. Making drooling quick review.

And who says dogs can fly?Not me.

Speeding, crashing, k*lling scratch and

vehicles is bone. Jason racing

down the road.

That's me! With shoes on

posterium His box worse than his bite I'm

permission Shag is strong from head to

toe A cow through and through Rum, rum,

rum Muzzle stack is gonna blow He's sure

a screw or two They fight for right both

day and night In every episode Let's

roll! Now it's time to hit

the road

Now, Charles, let's run through this

again. I get the country home. Yes,

Diane. And the cars, including the

Bentley and the rolls. Yes, Diane. And

the diamond tiara. Ah, what a

charming dog. Here, boy. Here.

And over here's big old Ben.

That's a big clock. Bet you take some

humongous batteries. Quadruple E.

Yeah, you know what?It takes a lick and

it keeps on a-tickin'.

Hey, you scat dogs, you're ruining my

home video! Wait'll sang it,

ZZ.

Bad dogs. Bad, bad dogs.

Run, Robbers, let's roll.

It is time for the gnashing of Tushies.

Don't be a weird boy.

Ali, I am close relative to you. Let me

talk to them in their native tongue. Be

my guest, Exile.

They're definitely not from around this

neighborhood. Maybe they're French.

You are the worst driver in the world.

If you don't mind, I'd like you to meet

my boyfriend. We're going

steady.

Maybe they'd like to play a game of

catch. But don't get it. What are you

going to do with that?

Now I get it. You wanna try one?Uh,

maybe later. In my next lifetime.

Cool, call me.

You can do this, Shad. You just need

courage, you need strength, and most of

all, you need our brand new Road Rover

m*ssile launcher. is fun!

Dad, we definitely gotta get you a

refresher course on the launcher.

Hi-ya, my Donna!

Gross. Blimey. Do you

know how much trouble I go through every

day to look this way?

Don't bother to ride. Whoa, Exile. When

did you learn how to do that?I'm called

Siberian Knight. It comes in handy.

Oh, that bungle tuckered me bones a bit,

now. Yeah, what she said. I am

feeling not so hard myself.

Let's head home, Rovers. Our job here is

done. This is troubling,

Rovers. First the reports of those

roaming wolf packs, then the

disappearance of the royal family. And

now this. Does this hurt?Yep.

Does this hurt?Yep. Does this hurt?

I found out what hurts. I

also found this. Must be from those

wolves with lips that foam. Might be. We

should get it tested. Right. We'll run it

through the world's most advanced

state-of-the-art DNA analyzer.

Where did you find this, Hunter?It's

something we picked up in London,

Professor Hubert. Can you get a fix on it?

Certainly, my boy. I'm a bloodhound,

possessing the world's most sensitive

canine nose. And you've had

garlic.

With anchovies.

So, will your analysis take long?To do

this right, I'll need to compare this

sample to the scent of every creature on

the planet. I'll have the results for you

by morning.

Aardvark?No. Alligator?

No. Anaconda?No. The

morning of June 11th, 2870.

Ah, Blitz, you are so handsome.

I could look at you all night, you big

hunk of dog muscle, you. You know,

I am so pity I could kiss myself all

over, which I will,

because I can.

Hey, what are you doing here?

This isn't working, mob boy.

Baboon. No. How are the lab tests going,

Professor?Good news. I'm already on the

bees. Badger. No.

Bandicoot. No. Bandicoot.

Cool.

Oh, what's the problem, buddy?

You had a dream you were shaved bald by

Kathy Lee Gifford?

Worse than that?

Ohh You saw a werewolf. Wake up and go

back to sleep, you big nut. No, I saw it

too. It was big and ugly and huge with

dripping fangs and...

But I wasn't scared. No, not one bit. Uh,

you're both acting like little babies.

What was that?Okay, who

got into the chocolates?Whoever it was,

went into Exile's room.

Yo, Exile. Oops. Wake up, buddy.

Move it. Quit crushing me!

OhhI suppose this is your werewolf.

Who, me?Blimey, could you blokes

keep it down?I need my blooming beauty

sleep. I say.

There's your comedy. Sorry,

Colleen, but the boys here think we've

got an uninvited guest in the house. You

see, I'm time to pipe down. I'm going

back to bed. Yeah, me too. I've had

enough of these shaggy dog stories. Me

three. Don't be again unsleeping me.

Mother Russia.

It couldn't be me. Or

could it?

Rise and shine, rovers. Breakfast time.

Walrus?No. Whale?

No. Wolf?

Yes. Hmm

Interesting. Very interesting.

The testing is complete. Good job,

Professor. Nothing to it, Hunter. I do

have the most sensitive nasal detection

system in the world, you know. And

you, sir, are currently in the possession

of a foot-long hot dog with mustard,

relish, and onions. You wouldn't

happen to have an extra one, would you?

Ah, thanks.

So, Professor, what'd you find out about

the fur?Although it appears to be from

a wolf, closer analysis proves it

originates in fact from a

werewolf.

I would not have predicted this. See,

I told you it was a werewolf, and it went

straight into Exile's room. Lammy,

where is Exile anyway?

Exile?Go away.

Hey, we got to talk, buddy. Leave me

lonely. I do not wish to hurt comrades.

We want to help you, man. Just tell us

what you know. According to legend of my

ancestors. Once victim is bitten or

scratched, during full moon, he turns

into a raging monstrous beast. Sounds

like a fun date. Isn't it,

Funsky?It is me.

It is Curse of Werewolf. Oh, I

miss Mother Russia. Father Russia, I

don't miss much. He was Big Grump. But

Mother Russia, I miss. Oh,

listen to the sad strains of the

baralaika. I hate it, so

somebody shut that ding up.

Tonight, there is another full moon.

Lock me up and throw away key.

No, Exile. We're gonna help you.

But how?How do we find the cure?You need

to consult the great wise dog of the

mountain, Confusus.

Oh, Confusus, we seek your wisdom.

Did you bring the c*ck, Wheaties?Yes,

sir. Oh, the cheesy kind.

Good. Just leave the box. Yeah, the

entire box. What can

I do for you?Please tell us, oh great

wise dog, how to save our friend from the

werewolf's curse. Werewolf's

curse. Werewolf's curse. Right,

got it.

Pardon me. The victim's

problem will have ceased when you find

the drool of the beast. Add water from

the English moor and you will have the

perfect cure. But if you fail by the dawn

of day, forever a werewolf, he will stay.

That's it. Get out. Let's get

that swamp water, Rovers. It's back to

England. Thanks, Confusers. My pleasure.

Good luck. Where's he, Fence?And next up,

Prince of Soundballs. And maybe

some... Yeah, and maybe a Saturn Five!

Okay, Shaganet Saw will go with me. And I

will go with Colleen. Have we met?

I'm Blitz, remember?Sorry, Gubner. I

need a name tag.

Let's hit the road, Rovers! Next stop,

the English Morgs.

You should've left me behind, Punter. Any

minute I could change. Honestly,

Exile, we have the situation all wrapped

up. And not a moment too soon. Full moon

off the right wing. How

do you feel, buddy?Hot,

sweaty, large. The way I

always feel. Sky Rover to Cloud

Rover, I've got good news. Exile is not a

werewolf. And I've got bad news.

Khalid is...

Yet another unexpected twist. Bummer.

Arlene, it's me. The one you can't

remember. Blitz.

Can't we discuss this over a cappuccino?

OK, guys, here's all the swamp water we

need.

Hunter, we have a problem. Yeah, I

know. We ran out of milk bones. That's

not what I'm talking about. Stay,

Blitz. Now that we have the swamp water,

we've got to find some werewolf slobber.

I've got plenty of that.

Where are you going now, Blitz?It's

not up to me. Colleen's in charge.

What are they all doing here?According to

the legend of my homeland, it is time for

werewolves to pick their king and queen.

Once sun comes up and night turns to day,

they will all be werewolves forever.

Queen Colleen?Nah, no

way.

Yoo-hoo, over here.

Hunter, let's get out of here while we're

still dogs. I barely got away by the skin

of my teeth. Play dead, Blitz. We're not

going anywhere without Colleen.

OK, Rovers, let's roll.

Finally, it is time for the biting of

soft mushy parts. Don't be a weird

boy.

I love being Rub Rub.

Kalini's not really your type. He's not

even your species.

Chad, you gotta turn it around!

You did it, Shag Good work!

You know, I'm usually super patient, but

with the sun coming up, I just don't have

the time.

Just a touch of swamp water and...

Catch!

Oh, gross!

Oh, dear.

Go, ehBut it did the job. Here, you

want one for a souvenir?Anta, you're just

too good to me. Hey, I'm also

super generous.

You're good dogs, Rovers. Good, Good

dogs. I'm glad to see that

Colleen is back to her beautiful self,

too. Oh, me too. She

almost took my tokus off back there. And

thanks, Professor. Your nose has done it

again. You've had minguini and clam

sauce, haven't you?Well, yes. And an

after-dinner mint, too. Amazing.

And you've been chewing on a

slime-covered tennis ball. Hey, I'm a

dog. Some habits die hard. Uh

All is well. And you've had c*ck

weenies.