Dr. Dolittle 3

I love this place. I really do.

It's a great place to hang your hat, or lift your leg. It's so me.

The Bay breeze, the Golden Gate,

Fisherman's Wharf, the females.

- - Yeah.

Don't even get this dog started on the females.

Just something about the way a girl sips her latte

that gets me a little hot under the collar.

But enough about me. Let's talk about why we're here...

the Dolittles.

Maya Dolittle, that is. Not the doctor.

The daughter.

See, she's adjusting. She's going through that weird period

that every one-in-a-trillion girls go through.

It's not every day a young woman wakes up and realizes

she can talk to animals

- and we can talk to her. -

- -

I thought you said you actually had your license?

Just chill out. I have everything under control now.

Whatever. Just don't kill me before the party tomorrow night.

I burned the dopest CD for everyone to freak to.

Oh, my God. I just had the best idea.

What?

You should totally have a birthday party at the end of summer.

We'll make sure it's off the chain.

And then, next year, you'll be part of the "A" list with me.

Okay, I don't know how to tell you this,

but you've been more of a "B" lately.

Which would make me a "C" at best.

Oh, I am so hating my social status right now.

What do you expect, running around talking to animals all the time?

I told you a million times.

I don't talk to them. They keep talking to me.

- Maya, watch out! - Oh, no!

- -

What are you doing?

What did you do that for, lady? I was gonna pee on that!

She almost hit a dog!

How bad?

Oh, no.

- You drive like a freaking animal. - Are you nuts?

You can get people killed like that!

Don't tell it to me, tell it to the pig.

So I talked to Heather, who text-messaged Mandy,

who I.M.'ed Christy, who two-wayed with Tammy, and the bottom line is...

we're both invited to the party tonight!

Oh, my God! You're the best!

So then I invited them to your party at the end of summer.

You did what?

I didn't want to be rude.

Rude?

Rude is inviting somebody to a party that doesn't even exist yet.

Look, do you want to be in or not?

So, Maya, I hear you're having a birthday party this summer.

Yes, and it would be so cool if all of you guys came.

- I mean... - I assume you're having it

somewhere worthwhile?

Well, I don't really know yet, but...

It's on a boat.

- Like a rowboat? - Actually, it's on

a huge, P. Diddy-like boat.

How MTV of you. We'll think about it.

A birthday party. That is so freshman year.

Huh. They're so coming. I can feel it.

All right, are you ready? We gotta go.

We gotta help set up for Senior Day.

Twenty minutes, people.

Hey, dude, you rolling to the jump off tonight?

- You know it's gonna be off the hook. - Hi, Carl.

- He nodded at me. Did you see that? - Keep it up,

and he might actually talk to you.

Oh, nice shot, you friggin' moron.

Give the bird a break, dude.

What's with you and that dumb thing anyway?

I just feel bad for him, being locked up in a cage all the time.

Then let him out if you feel so bad for him.

How?

The only person that has the combination is Principal Thomas.

- Aw, geez, it's 8-15-27. - Hey, guys.

Maybe you should try 8-15-27.

Great. The freak that talks to animals.

Wait, let me guess. The hawk told you the combo?

So? What if he did?

You don't have to be a jerk about it.

Go ahead then, Carl. Let the bird out. I dare you.

All right, shake a tail feather.

Oh, thanks a lot, pal.

- I'll be right back. -

Ladies and gentlemen, the Hawk has left the building.

- Sweet. - Hey, I owe you one.

Oh, no!

Well, if it isn't Maya Dolittle.

Anybody who is anybody is gonna be there.

I even heard Carl call it the party of the year.

Parties? Ooh, la, la. I love parties.

I'm sure you do.

- Now... - Oh, it's that kind of party.

- Tell me where it hurts. - Okay, I'm ready.

So, is the party in the neighborhoo-oo-od?

Cool. Now I can see in color.

Oh, yes, definitely. What do you think, Lucky?

I was thinking something, you know, furrier.

I'm serious. This party is as big as it gets.

- You look great, kid. -

We were listening to that.

I just got off the phone with your principal,

and I saw what you did to my car.

Smells like trouble.

Sounds like you had an interesting afternoon.

Yeah, but it wasn't my fault.

I was trying to impress Carl, and there was this bird, and, you know...

I was 17 once too, Maya. I know what you're going through.

Oh, really? So animals chattered at you 24/7?

No, but I do know what it's like to want to fit in.

Oh, good. Then you know exactly

why I have to finish getting ready for the party.

I'm sorry, sweetie, but I think you have earned yourself a night in.

But I thought you understood.

I've been working on this look for hours.

Any longer, I would've peed on the bed.

It's just one night.

But why does it have to be tonight? "Oh, where's Maya?"

"Oh, she's at home, grounded."

I might as well tell everybody you put me in a time-out.

I'm sure there'll be other parties.

Lucky, I need a favor.

Give me a bone and a belly rub, and I'm your man.

Look, we were lucky to even get invited, right?

So I think the best approach in a case like this is just,

you know, keep a low profile.

Definitely. Low pro all the way.

Let's get this party started, people!

- Shh! Shh! - Sorry.

I guess I got a little carried away.

A little? We'll be lucky if anybody even talks to us after that.

Speak for yourself, girlfriend.

I just wanted to say thanks for taking the rap for me earlier.

Well, please, it was...

totally my pleasure.

Cool. So you want to dance?

- Mm-hmm. - Come on.

Charisse is fine,

but I'm getting really worried about Maya, John.

I know that you had trouble at first, but you were a grown man.

Maya's a 17-year-old girl trying to figure life out.

You know what? I think I might have an idea.

I'm gonna go talk to her about it right now.

Maya! Maya, come down!

Hey, Maya, if you won't sing, you at least got to get us dancing.

- Viv! Low pro, remember? - Oh, forget that!

You're the best dancer here. Step up, girl!

Come on, Maya. Let's go.

What a doofus, and it's her wig.

Hey, girl!

Hey, is that Carl with Maya Dolittle?

Sure is.

Carl, what are you doing with her?

- Girl, I'm groovin'. - Ew.

He must be out of his mind.

Hey, Justin, turn around. Check her out. Whoo!

That dance is sick!

These moves are tight.

She's pretty good.

I told you, girl.

Dr. Maya! My butt is ready to rock 'n' roll.

Let's get this party started, people.

- Bombs away! - What the...

Fire in the hole!

- Look out below! - Is it hailing?

- Ooh, I'm so bad. - Oh, no, what is he doing here?

I'm popping, I'm locking, I'm popping, I'm locking.

- Maya, what are you doing? - This looks weird.

Go away. Get out of here. Shoo!

- What kind of move is that? - It's time to get my freak on.

You're always doing this to me.

You'll ruin everything. Leave me alone.

- What? -

We were just following you.

Here I come. Monkey on the move!

Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo! Time to meet some ladies.

This way to the bar, girls. It's ladies' night!

Ew! Is that what I think it is?

Check it out. It's imported from France.

You spiked the punch?

Don't worry, it's good stuff.

Wait. Is Maya talking to it?

- Oh, no. - Who brought her anyway?

Um, has anyone seen my CD?

Au revoir, party poopers.

Come on, Carl.

Let's dance.