My math grades have never been better.
-Brennan, I mean it.
-I think he's totally fine, okay?
Come on.
[Loud barking]
No.
Phoebe again.
Don't worry about it.
Go on, do your stuff, boy.
BRENNAN: Beethoven!
Where are you going?
Run!
SARA: Beethoven!
BRENNAN: Run, Sara, run!
SARA: Beethoven!
BRENNAN: Get back here, you weenie!
[Slow instrumental music]
Beethoven, I know I haven't
always been your biggest fan...
...but I can see you're working hard
to fit in.
Honey, do you think he's okay?
BETH: Are you kidding?
If anybody's okay, it's Beethoven.
He's not making a mess
or chasing the mailman.
He's not even drooling.
Sure, 'cause all he does
is lie around all day.
Well, then I guess he's just civilized.
No! No, see, that's no good.
I need him to do something.
-Like what?
-I don't know.
Anything. I need his inspiration.
Come on, boy. Pee on the rug.
Just like old times. Pee on the rug.
I'm counting on him to give me ideas
for this new pet card thing.
I'm dying out there, honey.
Come on, boy. Come on!
Come on, boy, jump on the couch.
Rip up a pillow!
Martha, I don't see what the problem is.
He seems perfectly all right.
-He attacked your personal trainer.
-That's fine with me.
The man was making me do leg lifts.
I'm sorry.
I just don't see how this concerns us.
I mean, can't the staff handle this?
This isn't about the staff.
It's about the family.
REG: I think Madison should be here.
MARTHA: You're absolutely right.
-Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad.
-Come in, honey.
I would think you'd want
to protect your investment.
Michelangelo doesn't show anymore, but
we could make money putting him out to...
...S-T-U-D.
Besides, if you recall,
we originally bought him as a family pet.
All right.
What did Dr. Brothers
think that we should do?
We have to bring out
Michelangelo's inner puppy.
-Good night, nurse.
-Reg!
All right, fine. How?
Cavort.
-Excuse me?
-Run.
Play. Throw old tennis balls.
The things real people do
with their real pets.
Sounds like fun, doesn't it, boy?
-I don't know how to cavort.
-Well, I don't either. It's pathetic, isn't it?
He wants to teach you how to play.
Here, Dad. Catch.
[Reg groans]
BRENNAN: 'Bye, Dad.
RICHARD: Ham, cheese, pickle on the side.
'Bye, Dad.
Mustard only, lettuce and avocado,
sliced apple, three cookies, Jell-O...
...string cheese,
spoon, napkin and a blue ice block.
You got it.
[Sighs]
-I guess I'll go to work.
-Okay.
-All right.
-See ya.
'Bye, Beethoven.
I knew it.
She'd never admit it in a million years...
...but she misses
the slobbering old Beethoven, too.
Well, guess what, buddy.
He's coming back.
[Fast-paced instrumental music]
Just like Mama used to make!
[Richard making barking sounds]
Mr. Newton?
Are you okay?
Sorry I brought the Book Club!
RICHARD: Come on. Come on.
[Light-hearted instrumental music]
A fragrant bouquet.
It's subtle, yet brazen.
Richard, what are you doing?
Nothing. Why?
[Light-hearted instrumental music]
One, two, three. Hit the deck!
No, you don't! Come back!
MADISON: Wow, Mom.
I didn't know you knew how to cook bacon.
Well, I'm sad to say
there's a lot about me you don't know.
Anyway...
MARTHA: ...it's not real bacon.
REG: Really?
'Cause...
...boy, it sure tastes like the real stuff.
I thought the three of us...
...could take Michelangelo
and try out the trail by the reservoir.
-Cool. Okay.
-That would be cool.
Okay. I'll have Simmons
bring the car around.
I am here, sir.
Nice job, Simmons.
-Simmons, bring the car around.
-It would make my day, sir.
Nigel, it's me.
Me, you idiot.
Listen to me.
They're going hiking
with the dog at the reservoir.
No, not biking. Hiking.
Yes. The dog. Meet me at the reservoir.
Yes, right now, idiot.
[Lapping sounds]
I didn't want to dirty any glasses.
-'Bye, Mom. 'Bye, Dad.
-'Bye, Mom. 'Bye, Dad.
Guys, wait. Honey, sit down here.
Beethoven and I have something
to