family.
- Well, then I think Madison should be here.
- You're absolutely right.
- Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad.
- Oh. Come in, honey.
I would think you'd want to protect
your investment, if nothing else.
Michelangelo doesn't
show anymore,
but we could make quite a bit
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.
- Oh, good night, nurse.
- Oh, 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.
- Bye, Dad.
- Ham and 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.
Well,
I guess
I'll go to work.
Okay.
- All right.
- See ya.
Oh. Uh,
bye, Beethoven.
Ah!
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.
Just like Mama
used to make! Yeah!
Mr. Newton?
Are-Are you okay?
Sorry I brought
the Book Club!
Come on. Come on.
Ohh.
Ahh, a fragrant bouquet.
Yeah.
It's subtle, yet brazen.
Richard,
what are you doing?
Nothing. Why?
One, two, three.
Hit the deck!
Ahh, yeah!
Yeah!
Oh, no, you don't!
Come back!
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,
it's not real bacon.
Really?
'Cause...
boy, it sure... it sure
tastes like the real stuff.
Oh! 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.
Oh.
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.
I didn't want to dirty
any glasses.
Oh. Huh.
- Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad.
- Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad.
Guys, wait.
Honey, sit down here.
Beethoven and I have
something to show you.
- Say good-bye.
- What?
Go on.
Tell Beethoven good-bye.
Good-bye.
Ugh!
- Eww! I thought he was over that!
- Me too.
Slobber, drool everywhere.
Isn't it great?
Yeah, ask me again
when I dry off.
We were so close!
So close?
What do you mean?
Well, we didn't want to tell you
till it was over, but...
We've been taking Beethoven
to obedience school.
- What?
- Yeah.
Well, that explains
a few things.
Yeah. But why?
Why would you...
Because we wanted
to keep him.
And we figured if he was acting
better, then maybe we could.
Well, you did
a good job.
Yeah. Almost too good.
So, can we keep him?
Oh...
Okay, he can stay.
- Yes!
- All right!
Thanks, Mom!
Guess what.
- Beethoven's valedictorian of his class.
- No kidding?
Whoa!
Hey, where'd he go?
- He's drinking from the toilet!
- Oh!
He's downing
the whole bowl!
Keep drinking, boy.
I'm gonna get my sketch pad.
Brennan, go get Beethoven
out of the bathroom.
Right.
- That's weird.
- Yeah.
Whew!
All right. Come on.
There.
Look at him mark the trail, huh, Martha?
Those were the days.
You know, when I was a kid, my dad
took us all out west in a land yacht.
- What's that?
- A motor home.
- That sounds like fun.
- Oh, it was great fun.
How about you, boy?
Huh?
You've never been on vacation
in a motor home, have you?
Whoa!
Sir, I don't know if you saw the signs
back there, but it clearly said...
Get in the car! Get in the car!
Put on your seat belt!
Let's go! Go!
- Daddy!
- That's horrible!