All Dogs Go to Heaven 2

- (male voice) Boss... - (male 2) Something happened.

What's wrong?

You'll have the item today, just like we agreed.

It's as good as in your hands.

- Nothing can go wrong. - You contemptible canine.

Don't call me canine.

- Do you know what patience means? - Silence!

As long as dogs are involved, anything can go wrong.

I'll take that as a no.

Jeez, what a hothead.

Eh... Keep your quarter.

I am proud to present this special token to our dear...

Only in heaven can a bunch of squeaky-clean angels

get awards for being extra squeaky-clean.

And now, our final honoree,

voted Most Rehabilitated by our heavenly jury.

He's a dog who is...

Wouldn't be caught dead wearing one of those merit badges, eh, Carface?

Hey. Sh!

A dog who's lifted himself up from the depths of depravity,

who proves that every dog deserves a second chance in heaven.

Now I know why they call it eternity.

- Everything here takes forever. - (all) Sh!

Charlie, show some respect.

For making the most of what he's had to work with,

this first-class, diamond-studded, angel-wing pin goes to... (gasps)

- ...Carface Caruthers. - Huh?

What an honor. (laughs) You're too kind.

I don't know what to say.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Bless you.

I only hope that our other angels,

who have yet to distinguish themselves,

soon follow your shining example.

Hey, remember, Charlie, it never hurts to play the game.

Halo polisher.

Whoa, I'm late.

That feels good.

Yah!

- (grunts) - (squeals)

Sorry. Lousy brake pads.

Have the newcomers touched down yet?

No, not yet.

Put on some weight, huh, Fluffy?

Check. Go ahead, 15. Check. Move along.

Sorry, sir.

Check. Check. Check. Move along.

That's it. That's all dogs.

Hold it, hold it, let me see that list.

There has to be more. I'm expecting company.

- (yelping) - Uh...

Asta, Bandit, Bowser, Fido, Fifi, Hound of Baskerville,

Pavlov's dog, Rex, Rover, Rufus, Shatzi, Spot and...

Itchy! Ho-ho!

Oh, yeah. Right. He's right here on the list.

- Where am I? - You old fleabag, you.

Charlie, is that you?

Charlie, it is you. Charlie.

Gee, Itch, you shouldn't have.

Sorry, sir, you can't take it with you.

Wait a minute, ain't you dead?

Oh, yeah, as a dog that eats chicken bones.

Oh, so that means... (stammering)

Uh-oh!

Welcome to paradise, Itch.

Come on, I'll show you around. You can mark your territory.

Hey, wait. Charlie.

Oh, this is... Well, I never would have imagined.

Look at this.

Hey, Charlie, wait a minute. I'm not itchy.

That's funny, you sure look like him.

No, I mean...

...for the first time in my life, I don't need to scratch.

This is heaven, Itch. Fleas go to the other place.

Hey, Bubba, how about we go down to Hog Heaven and get us some ribs?

Everybody's flying.

Does that mean me too?

Oh, yeah, it's all part of the basic package.

I'm gonna like it here, Charlie.

Believe me, it gets old fast.

Yeah, sure. Ha-ha-ha.

Whoa! Yah! Hoo!

- What do you mean? - It's hard to explain, Itch.

This joint is supposed to have everything, to be the best,

but it's just too... I don't know, it's...

It's too...

- (fireworks exploding) - (dogs howling)

Charlie, you gotta see a doctor.

Hm...

Ah!

- (laughs) - (glass squeaking)

- (blows horn) - Ooh!

Baby, you're my ticket to fame and fortune.

This is not good.

Whoa!

Oh-ho!

Charlie, you're wrong about this place.

The flying alone is worth the price of admission.

That's perfect for you, but for me, there's still something missing.

- (indistinct chatter) - Ooh! Charlie, look, look.

Quiet, quiet, quiet, everyone.

- I've got terrible news. - Oh, yeah, the flying nun.

Gabriel's horn has fallen from heaven and landed on Earth

in the heart of San Francisco.

But without the horn, the Pearly Gates can't be opened.

- And no more dogs will get into heaven. - Lucky dogs.

Reginald, you're our most-decorated angel.

I need you to go back to Earth

- to retrieve it. - Go back?

Anabelle, I would consider it a great...

Whoa, time-out.

- I beg your pardon. - You can't send Reggie.

Just look at him, for heaven's sake.

They got rats down there bigger than this.

He's right. I'll go.

We're talking the mean streets of Frisco here, Ace, not Mount Happy-Go-Lucky.

Send me, Ana...

Anabelle, you're gonna need someone who can zip down there and back

before Big Gabe finds his horn missing.

Someone who knows the ropes and the dopes.

- Someone who's... - Just like you.

Me? Well, I don't know.

I'd have to check with my people and get back to you.

Aw, what the heck. I'll do it.

Maybe you can do something besides make a nuisance of yourself.

- Right, right, right. I'll be in touch. - Hold it.

To find the horn, follow your ears.

It gives off a steady, heavenly tone that only angels can hear.

Only angels. Got it.

Oh, wait, wait, wait. You're on your own.

I can give you one miracle to be used only in an emergency.

One per customer. Got it.

Charles, Charles, Charles, this is serious.

If the horn falls into the wrong hands, it could mean disaster for us all.

You can count on Charles.

Uh... Just to make sure, I'm sending Itchy along with you.

Oh, no. But I just got here. Wait just a sec.

I still have death lag.