know, one thing about him
does bother me, though. Hallelujah.
How do you think Brennan
and Sara are gonna take it...
when we have to give Beethoven
back to my brother?
That's gonna be a tough one. Yeah.
This is smaller
than I remember.
Whoa!
Yes. Bill. Bill!
Tommy!
What happened?
Tommy, come here.
It is so nice in here.
Beethoven, stop!
Hey! Beethoven!
It has a coffee maker! When we
get rich, can we get one of these?
Yeah, uh-huh. Look, do you have any idea how
easy it is for cops to track down an RV this size?
They will swoop down on you
in a hot second,
and the next thing you know, you're spending
15 to 20 years as the restroom attendant...
at a one-star Federal lockdown facility
cleaning unflushed toilets with a toothbrush.
Club-Fed I think not.
I never thought of that.
Well, thinking is not what
you do best, William. No.
Fetch the DVD.
Yes.
Oh. Oops.
I- I'm not having much luck.
Oh, who told you we'd
find it? Yes! You did.
You da man!
Yes, I am da man!
Let us vacate.
Tommy! He looks
even bigger up close.
Yes, he does, William.
Why didn't you close that door?
You were the last one in.
Here's an idea... run!
Let me out of here!
Oh, God, let me out!
Tommy!
Hey! Out of the way!
Tommy!
Wait!
No!
Tommy, wait!
Oh, thanks!
Now what are we gonna
do? It's-It's not so bad.
The windshield
is broken. Richard.
Not your side.
I don't know what I'm so worried
about. You got insurance on the RV.
We're covered. We're motoring
along. It's still a vacation.
Good, honey.
That's a good attitude.
No, it's not. It's a lie.
This is a disaster.
This whole trip has become a
catastrophe because of that dog!
He didn't mean it, Mom.
Yes, he did!
Mom, Dad, you know that
hotel I was mentioning?
It's pretty close by.
We are not staying
in a hotel.
I didn't stay in a hotel on my childhood motor
home trip, and we ain't staying in one now.
We're fine right here in our
home on wheels! Everyone got that?
Whoa.
I think Beethoven has to go.
- Honey, you agree?
- No, I mean number one.
- Stop the RV.
- Oh, no, not ag...
Heimlich! Heimlich!
Make sure Beethoven goes good, 'cause we're
not stopping again until we get to California!
All I wanted to do is give
my family a great vacation.
It's been one disaster
after another.
This is even worse than the motor
home vacation I had as a kid.
- What?
- I thought you loved that trip.
I hated it.
Well, then why do you keep
telling us how much you loved it?
Because I wanted
to remember it that way.
I wanted to forget
how bad it really was.
And the truth is...
it was horrible.
My brother and I fought
the whole 2,000 miles.
And Spartacus, our dog,
was car sick.
Can you believe that?
A car sick dog.
It was horrible.
My mother...
My mother kept telling us how much fun we
were having, but we weren't having any fun.
My dad drove himself crazy
trying to make sure we had fun.
It's okay, Daddy.
We know how you feel.
Yeah, Dad.
We know exactly how you feel.
Oh, shut up!
- Ow!
- Honey!
I'm okay.
I'm all right.
At least we're out
of the bug zone, honey.
That's it. We're taking
a night off from this vacation.
We're staying in a hotel.
Yes!
The dog has eaten up
all our reserve cash.
We can't afford
to stay in a hotel.
Beth, we can't afford not
to stay in a hotel tonight.
I'll take these inside,
and I'll be back for the others.
We have adjoining rooms
available.
However, we do not allow
animals in the rooms.
Hotel policy. If I made an
exception, I could get fэred.
Is this really
that great a job?
Dad, Beethoven
has to be able to stay too.
He wouldn't even need a
bed. He's the quiet type.
So how does it look?
I can't fэnd her.
Who?
What?
Who can't you fэnd,
honey?
The gift shop. The gift shop. Oh.
I just thought
I'd get something...
for Aunt Alice and Uncle George
from the gift shop.
Uh, keep me company,
Beethoven.
- Please.
- Policy.
Sara, honey, Beethoven's Just gonna
have