Rock Dog

Glorious, isn't it?

The sheep that settled here call it Snow Mountain.

The mastiffs protect the villages in these parts.

It's a duty their kind has honored for generations.

- - And this here is Bodi.

He may not look like much right now, but just you wait.

It's a simple life here.

Make wool. Make music.

And that song they're playing, it's the only one they know.

To me, it's paradise.

And the city I came from is a distant memory.

But even in paradise, you can't hide from trouble.

Because where there's sheep, there's these guys.

The wolves didn't count on Khampa's secret weapon,

- - Deadly Mastiff Paw.

Born of a fire that burns from deep down inside.

Linnux and his gang were whooped so bad,

we were all sure they were gone for good.

But Khampa figured otherwise.

- He built an army. -

And he started training Bodi.

When Bodi could stay focused, that is.

Well, that was the end of music in the village.

Khampa said that it was a distraction.

- That we had to be vigilant. -

Well, things around here got a whole lot quieter.

Until one day...

It's too bad they have to be locked up like that.

That's for sure.

- Aren't you supposed to be somewhere? - Am I?

Oh! Oh, yeah, right! See you later, Fleetwood!

You and me will check in later, huh?

- Morning, guys! -

- Hey, Floyd! - Hey. Morning, Bodi.

Hey.

- Hi! -

- Fall in! -]sheep group grunting]

Follow the mastiff in front of you!

- Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! - Sorry.

- - You're late. Again.

Sorry, Dad.

- -

Hold still, hold still, okay. Come back here. Just a second.

There you go.

All right. Hey, hey. All right, all right, break it up.

Quit horsing around, guys.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7. Whoa, whoa, where's Carl?

Hey.

- - Come on! Double time it!

Let's go! Let's go! Move it, move it!

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Just on backwards.

Come here. Adjust. There we go.

Ten hut!

Keep your eyes peeled, troops. They could be anywhere.

- I can't see a thing. - Your eyes open?

- Oh, yeah, there we go. -

Why are we dressing up like dogs, Khampa?

Really?

If the enemy thinks there's an army here, they won't invade.

- We've been over this! Come on! - Oh, that's right!

- - I swear, they're like a bunch of animals

that can't think for themselves.

Yeah, yeah. Well, I'm just gonna go ahead and...

Whoa, whoa, where you going?

- You finish your chores? - Yeah.

- Shelves are restocked? - Front to back.

- Shower drain dewooled? - Did it yesterday.

- Towels dried? - Soft and fluffy.

- New heads painted? - Double-coated.

- What about the time cards? - Sorted.

Now, I-- I don't think I told you about this,

but the punch clock has been making this--

Squeaking noise? Oiled it two days ago, sir.

I mean, Dad.

Okay, well, I'll, uh, I'll see you.

How about your Deadly Mastiff Paw?

Get the dummy.

Okay.

- Wolf's coming. - Yeah.

He sees you.

- Oh, boy. Oh. - Here he comes.

- He's coming at you. - Okay.

- He's almost on top of you. - Whoo!

He's in your face!

Fail! You took too long, everyone's dead.

- Dad, can I just... - Bodi, Bodi, Bodi.

You gotta find the fire inside.

- Find that passion. - Yeah.

Okay? Hate the wolf.

- Hate wolves. Hate 'em. - There you go.

- Can't stand 'em. - Nice.

- Wanna just kick 'em! - Use that!

Yes! Did you see that? Fist pump! Double fist pump!

- I hit the wolf! - Wolf? Wolf!

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Calm down guys! False alarm!

Sorry about that, Dad.

Come on! Inside! You're gonna blow our cover!

So, there's no wolf.

I guess not.

Mastiff Paw!

Oh, come on.

Hopeless.

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Shoo!

- Go! -

No, come back!

Hey! Stop! Please!

Hey! Hey!

You dropped something! Hey!

You... you dropped... something.

Another classic from the one and only Angus Scattergood.

Angus Scattergood.

And we have the rock legend himself on the phone right now.

Angus, always a thrill.

Well, if you get the thrill, then everyone's thrilled.

So how's your new single coming along?

New single is good.

- Uh, just on the last tweaks. - Mm-hmm

And-- and I'm trying just to get back to my roots.

You know, back to where it all started.

Where did it all start?

I got my first six-string guitar when I was a small cat.

And I got on there and the music came out,

and the words, you know...

Once I started, there was no going back.

You know, I was just hooked, really.

So then I came down to the city to Rock 'n' Roll Park,

'cause you know these musicians have taken the whole thing over, mate.

And I found a band there in need of a guitar, and then the rest is history.

History and geography and a little bit of mathematics.

Amazing.

So any advice for up and coming musicians?

Play your guts out and-- and never stop.

Even when your dad says, "Stop!" Don't stop.

- Dad? - Hmm-mmm.