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Hunter: [looking through binoculars] So... this is where they all live... Dalmatian Street. [chuckle] Duh. Now, go on, Cuddles, and check it out.

[Dylan nervously eyes mail slot, calendar with last day circled, clock, and furniture/he whimpers, pants, and slowly wags tail]

Dolly: [drops in next to him] Don't tell me. Today's the day.

Dylan: My new space helmet arrives! Only... the postman's 4.2 minutes behind schedule!

Dolly: Oh, wow, way to dial up the dork.

Dylan: Oh, I plan to. [chuckle] And guess what. Mum says I get to do it all day!

Dolly: Aren't you gonna help with pup care?

Dylan: Nope! Astro-dog training!

Dolly: [sigh] [soft] This is just so... [loud] not fair!

[Cuddles, who is not at their door, struggles to get in/he puts paw on pad/pad rejects him/Cuddles is sprayed with water/he meows]

[Postman walks up to door, whistling]

Dylan: What was that? [doorbell ring/gasp/sparkly eyes] It's the postman! [runs awkwardly to door]

Deepak: Ooh! I hope it's my new Guru Miaow stress balls!

[Dmitris show up one-by-one and laugh at him]

[Dylan opens door]

Dmitris: Postman! Postman!

Dylan: Dyahh! Dmitri 1, let go of the nice postman's leg! [they are seen attacking postman, who is whimpering and trying to get them off] You too, Dmitri 2! Dmitri 3, we've been over this!

Dmitris: Aw!

[door is still wide open/puppies run out]

Puppies: Postman! Postman! Postman! [giggles] Postmaaaaan!

[they knock postman over/his package for Dylan flies to doorway/Dylan is excited/puppies bark in the background]

Postman: [exasperated moan as he finally gets up] I so gotta get a new route!

[Dylan shrieks/puppies run back in and Dylan protects his package]

Dylan: [tears apart package with his teeth] Finally! [we see his warped reflections on helmet/he regains sparkly eyes] My Dogstar 3000! Oh, it's even shinier than I expected!

[He puts helmet on/in Dylan's imagination, we see outer space/dramatic music plays]

Dylan: And so it begins, the mission...

[Mars reflects on his helmet]

Dylan: ...to be first dog on Mars. [zoom out to reveal that he is right in front of Mars] Astro-dog training log, do I.

[music stops/record scratch]

Dolly: [on top of his head] Not so fast!

[back to reality]

Dylan: What?

Dolly: [sigh] At least help with roll-call end.

Dylan: No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Dolly: [sing-song] Breakfast!

Puppies: [running out] Breakfast! Breakfast! Breakfast! Breakfast!

Dylan: No, no, no! [screaming]

[Pups run Dylan over, knocking off his new helmet]

Dolly: [sing-song] You're welcome!

Dylan: Dizzy, Dee Dee, Dante, 94, 95, 96. [grunts] Oh, no! I think we lost one!

Dolly: Bro, you always think that, but then--

[Dorothy grunts and bites Dylan's tail, obscured by camera]

Dylan: D'ow! Dorothy. [chuckles]

[Dorothy giggles]

Dolly: Right on cue.

Dylan: Phew. Ran out of chew toys, huh? [chuckles/he tickles her with his nose, and she giggles some more]

[chew toys burst doors open on second story/they all fall down stairs at once]

[Dorothy chews her way up growth chart wall]

Dylan: [at his kibble pump bowl station] Kibble pump ready?

Dolly: [laughs while walking up toward hose] Okay, Dawkins. Let's do this.

[Dawkins plays A flat Major chord, 2nd inversion on accordion by pressing single E2 key]

Dylan: Stand by...

[more indistinguishable notes pour out as kibble is sent down hose]

[background behind Dolly and Dylan turns blue with action stars for effect]

Dylan: Incoming!

[Dylan shoots up bowls, and Dolly aims kibble into them]

[bowls land on floor right in front of the hungry pups, and their moist kibble stains the carpet]

Dolly: [flips] Wa-hoooo-hooo-hoooo! [high-fives Dylan with her paw]

[we hear random pups devouring their food in the back]

Doug: Nice shot! [sparkly eyes] I might die of pride...

Delilah: Maybe wait until after your shift.

[during her line, we see Dylan and Dolly eating, and they perk up in despair as they hear Delilah's words]

Dylan: Shift?! But it's the weekend!

Delilah: Doctor Dave got beaten up at Boxercise.

Doug: And half the crew have flu.

Dylan: But what about astro-dog training? [he puts his helmet on and gains sad sparkly eyes]

Well, son, it's kinda-- maybe--

Delilah: Just say it, sweets.

Sorta, well, definitely looks like it's--

Dolly: [chuckle] Cancelled!

Doug: How about a... consolation hug?

Delilah: Try not to lose anyone!

Doug: Bye!

Dylan: No-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho!

Destiny: I'm hungry.

Dallas: I want a paw-dicure!

Déjà Vu: Dorothy bit my tail.

Puppies: Dylan! [x6]

Dylan: Gimme a little... space! [walks outside]

Hunter: Hey! Sick helmet!

Dylan: [looks around/barks, "Huh?"]

Hunter: That's a serious piece of kit! [knocks on it twice/Dylan smiles]

Dylan: [barks, "That's right!"]

Hunter: But dude... Where's your human at?

Dylan: Oh, I'm in charge

Hunter: Ohhhh. You're in charge?

He understands dog? [indistinct barking as yapping puppies fall on top of him]

[Hunter gives a devious look/he switched back to innocent look as a puppy flips up Dylan's helmet]

Hunter: Yeah, I need a little space too sometimes. Totally feel ya.

Dylan: [barks/pup grabs his ear and pulls on it] Ah-ow! Hey, ow!

Hunter: Hey! Wanna hang out and talk... space?

[Dylan emits a prolonged bark in awe/he gets sparkly eyes and smiles wide]

Hunter: [claps] I knew we were into the same stuff!

Puppy: [from above] Cannonball!

[puppies fall onto Dylan]

Dylan: Augh! Not now!

Puppies: [happily jumping from roof] Ball! [x8]

[Dorothy lands on top, giggling]

Hunter: Have to deal with the fam, huh?

Dylan: [with helmet flipped back down, barks, "Well, yes."]

Hunter: Cool. [holds out fist for Dylan to bump] The name's Hunter.

[Dylan struggles to bump back and flails onto the ground]

Hunter: I'm on the top floor. [he points to tall, dark-looking building, which camera lingers on for a few seconds as the music changes to indicate danger] [music changes back] By the way, did you know this thing has a noise cancellation feature? [presses button]

[Dylan sighs of relief/we hear Darth Vader-esque breathing/in Dylan's imagination, we see Mars again]

[back to reality, gross-looking puppy rubs his face on helmet and drags mucus on it]

Hunter: [makes Shaka sign] Check ya later. [walks off]

Dylan: [tries to make Shaka sign with his paw] [grunts and looks proud]

[Hunter stops walking and looks back at Dalmatians devilishly/he calls Cruella, motioning excitedly]

Cruella: [via phone] Hunter?!

Hunter: Yeah! You're gonna be way happy! There's so many we're gonna have to come back with a puppy pump!

[Cuddles appears behind him]

[Cruella, via phone, makes loud, angry indistinct chattering/Hunter and Cuddles are in shock/Hunter almost drops phone, and Cuddles stumbles onto sidewalk, screeching]

Hunter: [sad eyes] What's wrong with my plan?

[Cruella, via phone, makes indistinct chattering]

Hunter: [eyes return to normal] Bu-bu-bu-but I've even found one who let us in the front door!

[Cruella, via phone, makes indistinct chattering]

Hunter: Okay, got it.

[Cruella, via phone, makes indistinct chattering]

Hunter: Yes, for sure, I-I will, bu--! [to Cuddles] Go grab the little one... while I shop for space junk.

[Hunter is visibly upset and taps on his phone]

[puppies giggle and walk their way inside through doggy door]

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