Lou I'm on to you kitty and you're in big trouble. Russian Kitty I think not, baby puppy. It is you who is in trouble. [splits a container in half and slaps a gigantic lump of dog doo in the middle of the carpet] From Russia with love. Lou Uh-oh. Mr. Tinkles I want you to stay here. Calico Why? Mr. Tinkles Because I hate you. Sam Sir, request permission to pant heavily, sir! Butch Granted.