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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]
More coming soon...
