Give and Tyke

Va-va-va-voom.

Hey, hey, baby.

Va-va-va-voom.

"Last day for dog licenses.

Dogs without tags to be locked up in city pound!"

What are you doing with my boy's--

Shh. He's sleeping.

What are you doing with my boy's collar?

"All dogs without tags will be locked up."

My boy's license!

Shh!

Let me take your collar, son.

And remember, don't leave the yard.

That's a good dog. Now, uh, sit up.

Dead dog.

Uh, roll over.

You're a sweet kid, Spike.

That's my boy, officer.