Pets United

I'm Roger.

That's where I live.

Robo City.

Best place in the world.

Well, if you forget all the traffic.

And all the people everywhere.

And especially all the walking tins.

Like Bill, our sheriff.

It's just such a lot of fun to jerk him around

or make him lose his head.

Literally.

The Great Ferris Wheel.

Everybody loves it.

I don't.

I think it's, uh... creepy.

I dodge the bipedals and tin cans as best I can.

And most of all, I try to avoid all the pets around.

But what I really hate are...

...cats.

When night falls on Robo City and everyone is sleeping...

my day begins.

I'm behind you.

You can smell my breath, you flea-bag.

I'm hot on your heels.

Well, he's not.

'Cause I'm a stray.

And I'm breathing down your neck, Billyboy.

You may rule the day,

but I... rule the night.

Huh?

Hmm...

Hmm...

Hm?

Hmm...

Huh?

Hmm...

- -Huh?

Wow. Huh.

- -Huh?

Hmm...

Hmm...

Huh?

Hmm...

Hmm...

- -

Ah!

Huh.

Uh, veggie? Give me a break.

Ah... Now we're talking.

Hiya.

- -Uh-oh.

Huh.

Uh... Ah...

- -Mm.

Hmm.

Huh?

A stray dog in my home?

Go back to where you came from!

Ooh...

You got me shaking in my shoes, kitty cat.

Belle? Belle, my darling?

- Mummy's home. -

An eight-hour photo shoot.

Smiling. Looking perfect.

And I've missed you so much.

Huh?

- -

A dirty, smelly dog.

In our private home.

And my brave Belle scared the horrid stray away.

It's you and me forever, Belle.

Nothing and nobody will ever come between us.

Huh.

- -Hm. Huh?

Hmm...

Aw.

- -Huh.

- -Oh. Hmph.

-Oops. -Gotcha!

In your dreams, tin slug.

Slug? I'll show you.

You scared me to death, Bill.

Yeah.

- -

-Oh! -Ooh!

Huh?

Here you go!

Mm? Whoa!

- - Whoa!

- -

Hmm...

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you

in a court of law.

You're a lost cause, Bill.

Yep.

Hm?

Hm...

Home sweet home.

Huh.

Hey, Beezer. Great to see you.

What's up?

Taking a day off from the zoo again?

I can smell the wind of change.

Well, with an, uh... organ like that,

I could smell a piece of sausage a thousand miles from here.

- - Oh, sorry, I forgot.

Never mention your, uh, "sniffer".

I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.

I know, I know. It's your soft spot.

- -

- -

Hm?

- -

Huh?

Good morning.

-Uh... Huh? -I really need to give you a hug.

Huh?

- -Hey!

-Come here. -Hey, hey, hey.

Where did you come from?

Oh! Uh, I should have introduced myself.

My name is Bob.

Ta-da! I am an Emo Bot. A robot pet.

First and last specimen of a new, but discarded product line.

Pets aren't welcome here. And robots neither.

This is the home of the homeless.

Bob is homeless.

He was supposed to be scrapped.

- Somehow he managed to escape. -Huh.

The Stray and Scrap Police have been after him for days.

He was so frightened, he hooked up with a bin.

Probably felt they had something in common.

Poor guy.

So, yes, he is one of us, Roger.

Bob likes you.

Oh, no.

You're a cat, aren't you?

A cat? I am Roger, the Thief of Robo City.

Everybody knows me.

I am... a dog!

Hey. No problem. We're best friends for life...

-either way! -What?

You better check for loose screws, buddy.

"Wind of change." Okay, okay, but not a whirlwind.

Oh.