me?
It's the only piece of software
I ever created.
-That lost millions for our investors.
-Of which I was one.
Sorry.
Madison, I'm sure the agents will find him.
You don't even really care.
He's just some investment to you.
I heard you tell Daddy.
Michelangelo loves me more
than anybody else in the world.
Maybe even more than you.
Madison, that's not true.
[Slow instrumental music]
It's just that we've forgotten
how to show it.
Michelangelo?
Michelangelo!
May I have the leash for him?
"What is it about this dog," you may ask,
"that merits this honor?"
I can sum it up in one word. A: discipline.
Two: obedience.
And D:
Overlooking any temptations
that may pass right in front of his nose.
-Sgt. Rutledge--
-At ease, son. I'm on a roll.
-But I got--
-Just--
RUTLEDGE: Just remember.
Until your dog is properly trained, never...
...let go of the leash.
[Rutledge screams]
Beethoven!
His old self again.
What a card this'll make.
That's our dog!
Beethoven!
No.
[New Dog Old Tricks by Kip Lennon plays]Rise and shine!
Honey, 6:45. Wow!
Oh, God.
It makes me look fat, doesn't it?
No, it makes you
look great.
- Really? Thank you, honey.
- Really.
Rise and shine.
Rise and shine.
Brennan. Time to get up.
- Brennan, look out!
- Huh! What happened?
Sorry.
Thought it was an earthquake.
First day of school, guy.
You know, Dad. I reviewed all
my classes last night on-line.
I could practically do the entire
seventh grade from my desk...
without actually ever
having to go to school.
- Wow.
- So, can I?
- Sure.
- Really?
When pigs fly!
- Morning, Daddy.
- Morning, honey. Nervous?
Nope. One sandwich, lettuce
and avocado, mustard only.
Sliced apple,
three cookies, a Jell-O,
string cheese,
a spoon and a napkin.
- And a blue ice block.
- What are you talking about?
- My lunch, Dad.
- Lunch. Right.
- Okay. Got it.
- Dad, relax.
Don't freak out on
your first Mr. Mom day.
- Oh.
- Lunches are easy.
I'll help you.
You'll get the hang of it. Go on.
- Go on.
- Okay.
Oh, no. Beethoven!
Oh, no.
Not again.
Honey, don't use the...
Who took the toilet seat?
Oh! Oh! Beethoven!
Come on, kids.
Let's go.
- See you, Beethoven. Take care of Dad.
- Bye, Beethoven.
- Brennan, you want to start the car?
- Yeah. Later, Dad.
- Bye, Dad.
- Bye, guys. Good luck.
Honey, you look great.
They're gonna love you.
Honey, don't forget.
- It's only till George comes back from Europe.
- I know.
But it just seems so unfair
that he's staying with us...
when there's so many skiers in
the Alps he could be rescuing.
Okay, wish me luck.
Good luck, but you're
not gonna need it.
Ohh! Aah!
- Ohh!
- Huh? Ugh.
Oh! You are
sleeping outside...
from now until eternity!
Splendid, splendid.
But you missed a spot.
Sorry, Mr. Simmons.
Yes, I should think so too.
Ah, Michelangelo.
Wakey, wakey.
It's breakfast time,
my lad.
What have we got?
Eggs and "bakie"? Ooh, not quite.
Vegetarian breakfast,
as usual.
There we are.
Lovely.
All done?
Eww.
- Morning, Dad.
- Morning, honey.
- Push enter.
- Enter?
Oh. Duh.
Thanks, honey.
It's a new portable modem.
Neat, huh?
- Yeah, Dad.
- All right. I'm hot.
I am very excited. I'm gonna
tell the design guys about this!
Dad, wait!
Dad! Dad, wait!
Dad!
Dad!
Wait.
Your socks don't match.
Oh. Well, when you own the company,
nobody mentions it.
But, Dad!
You said you'd push me
on my roller blades today. Remember?
Ohh! No.
I said tomorrow.
Yeah, but you
said that yesterday.
Good morning sir.
Microsedge stock is up 3 and 1/8th.
All right. That's good.
That's good.
Simmons, you hold down the fort
while I'm off making more millions.
As usual, sir.
Oh, no. Mr. Sedg...
Oh, no! Mr. Sedgwick!
I'm ready.
Morning, Michelangelo.
- Morning, Miss Sedgwick.
- Morning, Simmons.
Hey, good boy.
Here you go.
- I know you like it.
- Oh, no, please!
Miss Madison, no meat