[After Mrs. Brody brings home a Russian Blue kitten]

I'm onto you kitty, and you're in big trouble.

[Deep, male Russian voice]

I think not, baby puppy. It is you who is in trouble.

[Lou barks. The Russian Blue then hacks up a large metal fur ball.]

Ugh, yuck!

[The Russian Blue opens the ball, dropping a pile of dog feces.]

From Russia with love...

Uh-oh...

...stealth poop.

[Mrs. Brody walks in and gasps at the sight. Cut to the outside of the backyard, where she drops him off.]

I don't have time for this. Bad dog!