Dogtown 2

Welcome to Dog Town the funniest

and friendliest place ever.

Dog Town is full of cute little animals.

Meet our two best buds, Bob Wags and Chester Burt.

Bob is the son of Dog Town's Mayor, Jack Russell.

Jack has his sights set on being Dog Town's mayor

for a fourth term and Bob and Chester

wanna help him get reelected.

There's just one tiny problem.

Bob is a good boy,

but he's also not the brightest bulb in the box.

Let's listen in.

Oh, I can't believe it, Chester.

My dad has a chance to become Dog Town's Mayor

for the fourth time.

You must be very proud of him.

Yep, I am.

I hope one day I can be smart enough to become a mayor.

Mayor of what, Dog Town?

Hmm, I may-or may not.

If you were Mayor of Dog Town, what would you do?

The first thing I would do you stop Roosters

- from running for Mayor. - Roosters?

Why Roosters?

Well, I once heard

that you should never trust a polo chicken.

You know, Bob, you never cease to amaze me.

- Hey, I was thinking. - Oh-oh.

Why, oh-oh?

Every time you start thinking,

we end up in some weird mess.

I may regret this but what are you thinking?

I was thinking that we should help my dad

- with his champagne. - Campaign.

We can help with that too.

No, absolutely not.

For, how come?

Don't you remember your last scheme

to help with your dad's campaign?

Yeah, everyone loved it.

Dude, you tried convincing everyone in Dog Town

to only use something called mayonnaise on their treats.

What was wrong with that?

Bones and mayonnaise?

Mayonnaise.

Fine.

Bones and mayonnaise don't mix.

It made the bones too slippery.

Not to mention, it would get everywhere.

To this day, every time I get a whiff of eggs

I start having flashbacks.

Well, I'll admit the general idea had a few kinks,

but it was memorable, wasn't it?

Yeah.

But not for the right reasons.

Okay, how about this?

Let's go ask my dad and if he gives us the okay,

we start working on ideas.

Nope.

Chester.

Negative.

Come on.

- Nada. - Please, pretty please.

With kibble on top.

I'll be your best friend.

You already are my best friend.

So you'll do it then?

Fine.

But only if your dad says it's okay.

I am so gonna regret this.

Our two buddies decide

to go and visit Mayor Jack

at his Dog Town headquarters, where all

of Dog Towns decisions are made.

Jack is just finishing up a meeting

with his neighborhood watchdogs, Mugs,

Fleas and Larry Bones.

How did last night's paltrow go?

Not a creature was stirring.

Not even a mouse.

- Um, Mugs? - Ur?

That's a line from an old holiday story.

It is?

Ooh, where did I learn that?

Story or not, Mugs is right.

This old junkyard was fast asleep, except us, of course.

We had a job to do.

Yeah, we didn't curl up on any pillows

or take naps or nothing.

Did I say that right, Larry?

That's what you told me to say, right?

Oh, button your lip, Mugs.

Buttoned.

No naps, huh?

Maybe just a little one.

No, I thought we took four.

Shut up.

Shutting up.

What am I gonna do with you two?

You can give us more bones.

Bones, bones, bones .

Bones, bones, bones.

You both already get two rubrics a week.

No.

I only get one.

That's right and I count them out evenly.

One for you two for me.

See, even.

- But, um... - Quiet.

Quieting.

You guys are gonna have to work

that out with each other.

I've gotta start planning the campaign of my fourth term.

Is Bob gonna help you this time?

I hope he doesn't ask.

He's my good boy and I love him

but he always ends up causing chaos.

He has such a good heart though.

Yeah, remember that one Halloween when the junkyard

was being haunted by the ghost of Frenchie the frightening?

That was amazing.

Frenchie hated going to the vet.

Yeah, that's why he stopped haunting us.

Bob wouldn't leave him alone.

He's a good boy.

All right, guys, it's time for me to get back to business.

This campaign isn't gonna run itself.

Good luck, Mayor Jack.

See ya soon.

Yes, tomorrow night is your paltrow

and no napping this time.

Mayor Jack was just sitting down

to get to work on a campaign plan

when all of a sudden there was a knock

at his headquarters door.

Hiya, Pop.

Hello, my boy.

Hi, Mayor Russell.

Chester, I've known you since you were in the litter.

You can call me Jack.

Okay, Mayor Jack.

I guess that'll have to do .

Hey, Pop, we have an amazing opportunety for you.

What's an opportunety?

He means, opportunity.

Oh.

- That's what I said. - Yep, sure, go on.

- As I was saying- - Oh boy.

Chester and I were talking and we figured

that we should be helping you

with your memorial campaign.

Mayoral.

Oh, that too.

That's very kind of you guys,

but what what is it that you want to do?

We wanna make sure that the good name of Mayor Jack

is on the tips of everyone's wagging tongues.

I have all kinds of ideas.

First we can-

- You can actually do something for me right now

that would be a huge help.

Well, tell me and it's done.

I have to prep for my appearance on Dog Towns

highest rated TV show, Doggone News

with Mrs. Dots and Miss. Daisy.

Do you think you could run

and make sure my water bowls are full?

I'm on it, like rye on rice

on a paper plate, in a snow storm.

Okay, he's gone.

Chester, what are we gonna do?

I know he just wants to help

but you know how ridiculous things can get

when he's busy doing things.

Don't I know it.

That gives me an idea though.

How about you think of something for Bob to do

that I can help him with that would be impossible

for him to accomplish.

But if he doesn't accomplish it,

he'll feel like he let me down.

I don't wanna him to feel bad,

but I also don't want to hurt his feelings.

No worries, when it comes time for him

to accomplish this impossible task, we'll work around it

and tell him that he did it.

Do you think that would work?

Do you want another mayor-naise incident on your paws?

Right.

Great idea, Chester.

Here he comes.

All done.

Awesome, son, thanks.

- As I was saying first we- - Oh no, oh no.

Oh no, oh no.

What's the matter, Mayor Jack?

Yeah, what gives, Pops?

I just realized something awful is missing.

I can't believe it's lost.

It must be found.