Night of the Zoopocalypse

Huh?

Aagh!

Get off me, Hank.

Get your stinkin' feet

outta my face!

- Why don't you get your stinkin' face outta my feet?

- Got yourselves a little tangled up there.

Eh, boys?

Wait a minute.

This is your fault, Gracie.

Yeah, well.

I did tell ya I didn't wanna play your little games.

Games?

- Gracie done that on purpose.

- Got us all twisted up and such.

- Y'all done let Gracie outsmart you again.

So this is all just a game to ya?

Well, yeah.

You did tell the boys to pretend

to be a scary predator

and for me to act like I was the prey.

Then I got the idea to make things more interesting

with a new spin on maneuver 12b, 6, dash, 2-

- Just what we need, more Gracie ideas.

These ain't games!

These here are goldurn survival drills.

- Aw, why can't you just do 'em without me?

Because we's a pack.

It takes a whole pack, workin' together,

howlin' together-

Not now, ya numbskulls! Grrr!

Can't ya see I'm making a point here.

It takes a whole pack to survive.

And in case it slipped your mind, little missy,

you's a part of that pack.

Ugh.

All that boring old pack stuff just seems so

pointless.

Huh?

Pointless?

You just don't get it, do you, Gracie?

Sooner or later, something bad

or worse is gonna happen.

It always does.

Nothing's gonna happen.

It never does.

We live in a zoo!

- Families with young children.

Don't miss our petting zoo located in the red barn.

Exactly!

We're completely surrounded

by all kinda dangerous enemy critters.

Dangerous?

Really? I don't know about that.

I suppose whatever that is

don't sound dangerous to ya?

Well, mark my words, miss know-it-all:

Sooner or later, somethin' bad, or worse, is gonna happen.

Always does.

Outta my way.

Nature's a-callin' and my canines is a-floatin'.

Hm?

Hm?

Whoa!

Goldarn it, Maynard!

Dangerous?

Come on.

- It's closing time here

at the Colepepper Zoo.

Please make your way to the exits.

We hope to see you again.

Real soon.

- Lizard to toucan, snake to swans.

- Come on. - It's so cute!

Let's go, sweetie. Come, come.

Come on, honey! Let's go!

- I said that's enough, that's enough.

We gotta hurry up. We gotta go.

Come on!

- No! - I'm so done with this.

Let's go.

Oh, we gotta go, honey.

I'd carry you, Jesse Ron,

but you don't want that. Hurry.

- Something bad, or worse, is gonna happen.

Humph, not likely.

Nothin' interesting ever happens here.

- The radio show is going pretty good.

- And now a message from our sponsor.

Huh?

Whoa.

Oh!

Ah!

Huh?

Huh?

Hm.

Huh?

Hm?

Whoa.

Oh.

Whoa!

Huh?

Oh.

Aagh! Aagh!

Oh.

Huh?

Aagh!

Huh?

Oh!

Aagh!

Oh!

Oh.

Oh!

Gramma Abigale was right.

That definitely was something bad.

Whoa!

Whoa. That was close.

Evasion Maneuver 7, Delta 15!

Oh, no.

Woo!

Uh...

Hi?

Huh?

Huh?

Ew.

Ha, serves you right, you-!

What?

Oh.

No.

Captain?

- Get over here! - Tech-nurse.

- One, two... - Keep going!

Keep, keep steady.

- How's your breathing now?

- Here, use this- - Breathe this oxygen now.

Oxygen.

Miss?

Huh?

- You just come in here like you own the place.

- Who do you think you are?

Huh?

Oh no, no, no, no, no!

Ooh la la!

Young wolf, you are awake!

Stay away, critter.

My paws are lethal...

Hey, why aren't you in a cage?

Aah.

Excellent question, mademoiselle.

But to understand,

you must first witness the Late Night Movie!

Like the actors in these films, I, Xavier,

in my own modest way perform.

Sometimes it is a nagging cough.

Or pink eye.

Or a broken tail.

The humans, they bring me here,

feed me and leave me alone for the night.

Aah.

And that is when the show begins!

Thrillers, dramas,

comedies,

heist films.

From these films I have studied the techniques

of picking locks.

Et voila!

Cages can no longer contain Xavier!

Is that so, Xavier?

You!

Yeah, and thanks to you,

I'm stuck in a cage, again.

Are you kiddin'?

You're the reason I'm in this cage.

- You're the one that got us tangled up.

- And you're the one who attacked me!

Attacked?

If I'd attacked...

Agh, forget it.

So, Xavier, I doubt you can open my cage.

- Prepare to eat your words, fierce feline!

What're you doin'?

He's a mountain lion!

Ah, oui. Un carnivore.

You almost fooled Xavier, monsieur.

But perhaps I am too clever for you, hmm?

- He would've eaten me if it weren't for my pack training.

Wait.

The pack! I-I have to get outta here.

I have to warn the pack.

Hmm.

Unlikely allies drawn together.

Xavier, the dashing lock picker, and you...

Um.

Huh?

Oh. Gracie.

- Gracie, the slow-witted bodyguard.

Together they struggle to beat impossible odds.

Hmm, I like it.

- Uh, you mean you're gonna help me?

A wolf?