(HUSHING) Billy,
try and keep them quiet.
What's the matter, guys?
Dad, I think they can
smell Beethoven.
You guys stay here, okay?
I'm going in.
(BOTH GASP)
(BOTH HUSHING)
You scared me to death!
You? I think I had
a little heart attack.
What are you
even doing here?
I told you to
stay at the car.
Cart.
What?
You said car.
It's a cart, a golf cart.
Who cares?
Please, would you
just go back to the cart?
No! This is the climax!
If you think I've
been working this hard
to miss the climax
of Beethoven's story,
you're crazy.
Lisa, this isn't
some script, okay?
This is real life.
All right, then I'm
here to protect you.
Protect me?
Yes. I don't want
you to get hurt.
I like you.
Oh?
Yeah?
Yeah.
So what's the plan?
I have no idea.
But there's a backstage door.
Let's start there.
Sounds good.
Hey, hey, hey.
I better go first, okay?
Okay.
Oh!
Sorry.
You okay?
TICK: What's the matter?
You want an apology?
Fine. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that big silly
dog got all the attention.
Okay? Okay?
Yeah, okay.
We're okay. We're okay.
Hey, that's Fuzzy!
Frizzy.
We're gonna be okay.
Look at us
fighting all the time,
like Ike and Tina.
(DOOR CREAKS)
TICK: Who's there?
I know you're in here.
I can smell your fear.
I guess I must be
getting a little edgy.
BONES: Tick! Tick, come on!
We're making the ransom call.
All right. Come on, Frizzy.
Let's begin our
life of leisure.
Yes, yes. Good doggy.
That was close.
That's the guy I saw
driving the van.
Beethoven is here someplace.
You got to go
call the police.
Let's both go.
No. There's no time.
They're gonna make
the ransom call now.
If Patricia doesn't pay it,
who knows what
they're gonna do
to Beethoven.
I'm gonna stay here,
make sure nothing
happens to him.
But you gotta go get help.
But...
No buts. Go get help.
Do it for Beethoven.
Be careful.
Okay.
Wow.
Wow.
Okay, you listen up to me,
Miss Producer Lady.
We want $1 million in cash,
put in a large sack,
and taken to the corner of...
What?
Yeah. What? Go on.
Uh-huh.
(OPPOSES IN FRENCH)
I think it is
very reasonable.
Beethoven is going
to be a big, big star.
Well, actually,
I think I do know a lot
about the movie business,
Miss Producer Lady.
Well, that's not
a very nice thing to say.
Well, that's downright nasty.
You better take
that back right now
or your beloved Beethoven
will be minced meat!
What? What did you call me?
Sal?
Me no know no Sal.
No. Sal who?
I don't know who
you're talking about.
Hello?
Hello?
What did she say?
She hung up on me.
And I think
she knew it was me.
Well, that's not good.
So when do we get our money?
Will you shut up
about the money?
Who cares about the money?
Me.
I am going to teach them
what it means to
disrespect Sal Demarco!
You get it?
Bring me Beethoven!
And then it's...
(SINGING)
Lullaby and good night
Little puppy dog go to heaven
Yeah!
Bring me that big
bucket of rabies! Now!
"Forget about the money"?
"Forget about the money"?
What's going on?
I fear the boss is
becoming unhinged.
What does that mean?
It's like "woozy"
but with more energy
and a mean streak
in the middle.
Oh.
Billy, we need to
get the police.
Billy? Billy!
I thought I should
get some help.
Good job, Billy.
Where is he?
This way.
Move out, guys!
Hurry up.
Come on, you mutt. Let's go.
He's a pure Saint Bernard.
(SAL WHISTLING)
SAL: Dead dog walking.
(SNARLS)
(GROWLING)
(CHITTERING)
Good night, sweet pestilence.
And may flights of angels
sing thee to thy rest.
It's the final curtain
call for you, Beethoven.
But I want you
to think of me
when you frolic in that
big dog park in the sky.
This shouldn't hurt.
Beethoven! Roll over!
Roll over, Beethoven!
(ALL SCREAMING)
(TICK EXCLAIMS)
TICK: My spleen.
That's gonna leave a mark.
You did it.
You did it.
You rolled over.
I knew you could do it.
Are you okay?
Those bad men
didn't hurt you?
How touching.
Man