Maddy, Simmons has taken
Michelangelo to the groomers.
But your feng shui instructor
will be here soon.
But, Mom, Dad said he would
roller-blade with me today.
Oh, honey, she's right.
What the heck is that?
Oh. Thanks, honey.
Duh.
- Reg, what are you doing? - I was
gonna go roller-blading with Maddy.
No, we're playing tennis.
Madison has a very full schedule,
just like we do.
Sweetheart, don't forget.
Your Taiwanese Slap Fighting instructor
will be here at 4:00. Be good. Bye!
He was pretty nice
about it, actually.
Yeah. He just didn't want
to give me my money.
You know what? No math grade
is worth this humiliation.
I quit.
You're on your own.
- Hi. Am I too late for class?
- Uh, you just, um...
uh... um... uh...
Uh, you... uh...
- You just missed it.
- Darn.
Well, is it every week?
Yeah. You can
sign up over there.
Okay, great.
Thanks.
I guess I'll see you
next weekend.
Great dog.
- Bye.
- Bye.
Too bad you won't be there.
What are you talking about?
I love dog training school.
We gotta practice
a lot next week.
That way Beethoven
doesn't do anything stupid.
Speaking of stupid,
you should practice talking.
Shut up.
- No, you shut up.
- No, you shut up.
Ah, here we are,
Michelangelo.
Time for your lovely bath.
Good boy. Out you come.
Time for your
beauty treatment.
Ah, Guillermo. Thank you so much
for meeting me halfway.
I had a million things to do
and no time to do them in.
Is no problem, Simmons.
I do anything for you,
my burly little muscle dog.
- Yes. Oh, you're so brave
and big and strong.
Ca va.
You know what you
should do? You...
Just the premium wash and wax.
No air freshener.
Is parfum,
not air freshener.
I'm sorry.
I get a little defensive.
It's my own formula.
I call it "CK9."
Get it? "Canine"?
I get it for you. You smell yourself.
Here, hold a minute.
- Ooh!
- Don't... Don't make a sound.
- Give me the leash.
- Oh, my word. Is this a robbery?
Yeah, that's right.
That's right.
Come on.
Come on, pooch.
Okay, I have two...
Oh, mon Dieu!
Simmons, what has happened to you?
That rotten scoundrel,
he's stolen Michelangelo.
Michelangelo!
- Run!
- No, come back! No! Come back!
Come back, you stupid...
Come here! Come here!
I'll bet you this is part of
the problem. His collar's too tight.
No, really?
Mustard and onions with relish,
mustard and onions...
Beethoven!
- Come back, Beethoven!
- Whoa! Whoa, whoa!
Stop, dog, stop!
Beethoven!
Get back here. Oh, boy!
Oh, my goodness.
Come back! Come back!
Beethoven!
Ooh, where'd he go?
Wait!
Hmm, what's this?
You idiot.
Come back! Come back!
Beethoven!
Whoa!
Michelangelo!
Michelangelo, stop!
Michelangelo!
Stop that!
Give up those links, boy.
- Your cholesterol
will go through the roof.
What has got into you?
You're being a very naughty boy.
Come along.
Come along.
Michelangelo,
when I get you home,
you are grounded.
- Beethoven!
- He's gotta be around here somewhere.
Beethoven, where are you?
Beethoven!
Come on, boy.
Beethoven, don't you
ever do that again.
Michelangelo, that was a stinker.
Oh!
Egads.
Whoo! Michelangelo, pee-yew!
Smelly!
I told you not to eat
those hot dogs.
Now you smell
like beef byproducts.
Appetizer, sir?
Vittles?
Come along. Come along.
Come along.
Yum.
Hello? Michelangelo.
Michelangelo!
You daydreaming?
Come along.
Whew! Goodness me.
What's gotten into you?
You're not yourself at all.
Come along.
You can just sit there
and use this 15 minutes' time-out...
to think about how
utterly reprehensible...
your behavior was today.
I'm going to go upstairs, change my
trousers, get all this doggy grease off me.
Beefy breath!
And I'm cancelling
your massage.
No! Not on the floor!
Come on, Beethoven.
- Did you see what he just did?
- No.
- Mmm!
- Looks great, Dad.
Thank you, sweetheart.
Oh, no, you don't.
- He just picked up my napkin.
- I told you he was smart.
He folded your napkin.
That's