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 show you.
-Say good-bye.
-What?
Go on. Tell Beethoven good-bye.
Good-bye.
[Beth groans in disgust]
BETH: I thought he was over that!
RICHARD: Me, too.
Slobber, drool everywhere. Isn't it great?
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.
RICHARD: What?
BRENNAN: Yeah.
Well, that explains a few things.
But why? Why would you--
Because we wanted to keep him.
And we figured if he was acting better,
then maybe we could.
[Slow instrumental music]
Well, you did a good job.
Almost too good.
So, can we keep him?
Okay, he can stay.
-Yes!
-All right!
Thanks, Mom! Guess what.
-Beethoven's valedictorian of his class.
-No kidding?
Hey, where'd he go?
RICHARD: He's drinking from the toilet!
He's downing the whole bowl!
Keep drinking, boy.
I'm gonna get my sketch pad.
-Go get Beethoven out of the bathroom.
-Right.
[Toilet flushing]
That's weird.
REG: All right. Come on. There.
Look at him mark the trail, Martha?
Those were the days.
You know, when I was a kid,
my dad took us out west in a land yacht.
-What's that?
-A motor home.
MADISON: That sounds like fun.
REG: It was great fun.
How about you, boy?
You've never been on vacation
in a motor home, have you?
[Screams]
REG: I don't know if you saw
the signs back there, but it clearly said--
NIGEL: Get in the car! Get in the car!
Put on your seat belt!
Let's go! Go!
Daddy!
NIGEL: That's horrible! Stop it!
He's got Michelangelo!
FBI AGENT 1: Yes, it is part
of the FBI internship program.
Two buttermilk,
two chocolate with rainbow sprinkles...
...four jelly-filled, and go to Krispy Kreme.
We get a discount there.
Put the box in my car.
Yeah, with two coffees. No sugar.
The car is registered
to someone named Nigel Bigelow.
Nigel.
The car is registered to Nigel Bigelow.
It's Nigel Bigelow.
FBI AGENT 2: Right. Whatever.
Didn't even bother
to remove the plates from the vehicle.
That's pretty sloppy.
Now, the local cops have
his apartment staked out.
He knows that we made him,
since he abandoned his vehicle.
So chances are
that he returns there are pretty slim.
All we can do is sit and wait.
I hate to mention this
under the circumstances, sir, but...
...I do have that doctor's appointment.
Absolutely, Simmons.
You've done enough for one day.
I mean, if that's all right with you guys.
Yeah, sure, sure.
It's best to keep to a normal routine.
We don't think that Bigelow
has an accomplice