wondering.
Could I make a reservation
at Camp Freddy next summer?
Well, that depends...
on whether or not
you're gonna be beating me at poker.
I'm gonna bleed you dry.
Bye-bye, sweetie.
[Barking]
Bye, Uncle Freddy.
- [Beethoven Whimpering]
- Yes, you can come too.
But you gotta
work on that drooling thing.
[Barking]
Come on, Beethoven.
Bye, Sara.
Bye, Sara.
See you next summer.
Bye, Beethoven.
[Murmurs]
[All]
Bye!
Bye, Beethoven!
- [Garrett] We're gonna miss you.
- I'll have a banana split
waiting for you, Sara.
[Barking]
I'm gonna miss Uncle Freddy.
[Murmurs]
I can't believe I'm saying this,
but I'm actually gonna miss this town,
[Crackling]
As bizarre as it is.
[Murmuring]
[Sara]
Duck, quick!
It's Baby Cakes.
Too late. Beethoven.
Sweetheart, stay. Sit.
Baby Cakes!
Baby Cakes, why?
[Both Barking]
No, please, Baby Cakes,
that is not how a lady acts.
Oh, Baby Cakes!
Looks like somebody's
gonna miss you, Beethoven.
[Sara]
So, do you think now that
Quicksilver's a little richer,
it'll be any less weird?
[Beethoven Murmuring]
I don't think so either.
[Barking]Beethoven!
Come here. I'm sorry.
- Beethoven, what's the matter?
- (whines)
Look, Beethoven.
I guess this is Quicksilver.
Which is in the middle of...
what's the word? Nowhere.
I sure hope they have indoor plumbing.
I know, I know.
We're a long way from home.
And we've got a long month ahead of us.
What are we going to do all summer?
There's no mall, no movies, and we don't
know anyone except Uncle Freddy.
And we haven't seen him in, like, forever.
You know what this adds up to?
Disaster.
(driver) Watch your step now, little lady.
Have a nice day.
- Is somebody meeting you, hon?
- My uncle's supposed to pick me up.
- He should be here any minute.
- How nice.
- Maybe I know him. What's his name?
- Freddy. Freddy Kablinski.
Freddy Kablinski?! (laughs)
Freddy!
(horn, siren)
(siren, horn)
- Sara? Sara Newton?
- You're 12 minutes late.
What happened to you?
Last time I saw you, you were a toddler.
- I was six.
- Well, whatever. Sorry I'm late.
I was working on this baby
and I lost track of time. Gimme that bag.
Seems like I got to tune it up
every third fire.
- Mom didn't tell me you were a firefighter.
- I'm not.
I'm a grease monkey.
A certified mechanic.
Whoa!
Is that the dog?
This is Beethoven.
Come on, Beethoven. Here, Beethoven.
Come and say hi.
Come on.
Don't lick Uncle Freddy.
You don't know where he's been.
Have you ever considered a face-lift?
Maybe just shorten these a little bit?
- Get this wolfhound off me.
- He's a St Bernard.
Come on, Beethoven.
So, Sara. Kicked out of camp, huh?
Way to go.
- I got kicked out of college twice.
- I wasn't kicked out.
- They asked me to leave.
- Oh, excuse me!
And just exactly why
were you asked to leave?
They wanted me to use an outhouse.
Do you know what that is?
- A bathroom that's on the outside?
- It's a toilet seat.
On a hole in the ground.
So you got sentenced to 30 days'
hard time at Camp Freddy, huh?
Uncle Freddy! Do you need glasses?
Ugh.
And welcome to Camp Freddy.
We got a whole month before
your parents get back from Hawaii.
- They're in the Bahamas.
- Palm trees and coconuts. Close enough.
It's OK, Beethoven, you can go on in.
Remember to wipe your feet.
Come on.
Grab the mail for me, would you?
Sure.
Huh? Agh!
- Uncle Freddy, I didn't do it.
- It's OK. Go on inside.
Somebody clipped my mailbox again.
What kind of idiot can't see a mailbox?
I got to call the sheriff about this.
Throw his butt in jail is what I'd do.
Beethoven?
Oh, no. What have you done?
You've only been here 30 seconds
and you've already trashed the place.
Beethoven!
We're going to get kicked out of here too.
(burps)
- Sorry about the kitchen.
- Something wrong?
Well... it's kind of a mess.
I'm sorry about that. I should have
cleaned up before you got here.