A look at the top-secret, high-tech espionage war going on between cats and dogs, which their human owners are blissfully unaware of.

Mr. Tinkles: I want you to stay here.
Calico: Why?
Mr. Tinkles: Because I hate you.
Mr. Tinkles: The ninjas failed, and failure is unacceptable! If they ever show their faces again, you know what to do.
Calico: Yes. Tell them to wash with a loofah sponge. Kidding! Hello? Joke!
Mr. Tinkles: This can't be happening. I want them eliminated!
Calico: But they did manage to bug the phone. I think we should just concentrate on the glasses half full.
[Mr. Tinkles growls and throws the roll at Calico]
Calico: Ow! That's what I want to do.
Mr. Tinkles: Oh, putting a happy face on. What an interesting philosophy. At what point did you forget WE'RE TRYING TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD?
Mr. Tinkles: Like a powerful, dark storm, I will make my presence known to the world. Like a seeping mist, I will creep into the dogs' center of power, and make them quake in fear at the very mention of my name!
Sophie the Maid: [Opens the doors and enters] Oh, Mr. Tinkles?
Lou: I've never met a stray.
Ivy: Actually, I prefer "domestically challenged".
Mr. Tinkles: Evil does not wear a bonnet!
Lou: I'm on to you, kitty, and you're in big trouble!
Russian Blue: I think not, baby puppy. It is you who is in trouble!
[Sophie the Maid has made a matching outfit to hers, for Tinkles, and she is pointing it out to him]
Sophie the Maid: Mr. Tinkles? Guess what I made for you. Now you can look just like me.
Mr. Tinkles: [finally speaking] No, I think not, Sophie. Those days are through. What's the matter Large Marge? Cat got your tongue? Boo!
[Sophie gasps]
Mr. Tinkles: Oh my, a talking cat? Scary, isn't it?
[Sophie faints]
Mr. Tinkles: Lock her in the closet, we must remain on scheduele. OUR DAY HAS COME!
Butch: Son of my mom!
Mr. Tinkles: Stand still, I need to crush you.
Russian Blue: This Tinkles, he is jerk. He talk too much and shed all over.
Prof. Dad Brody: Who do you think kidnapped us, Uraguay or Chad?
Mr. Tinkles: You!
Calico: Aah!
Mr. Tinkles: Tell me... Is the game afoot?
Calico: Uhhh... yes?
Mr. Tinkles: WHY IS THE GAME AFOOT?
Calico: Uhh... I... I mean no...
Mr. Tinkles: Ah, excellent. So the puppy is dead. Now, we can move on to...
Calico: Wait, wait... Can i change my answer?
Mr. Tinkles: [exasperated] Is the puppy alive or not?
Russian Blue: What do they know? I work hard, bring home the Meow Mix...
[Whilst driving like an imbecile]
Calico: [shouting] Get out of the road you lunatic!
Mr. Tinkles: Hello, Mr. Sinister Serum...
Lou: I think that if I'm going to be a secret agent, I should have a better name. I was thinking, "Toto Annihilation".
Peek: Nah, he's a pro wrestler. Sorry, that name's taken.
Lou: Alright then, "Doom Machine" it is!
Butch: Hey! You can call yourself Squicky the Spacedog for all I care, but that doesn't make you behind a rocket pack. You are not an agent.
Lou: Well, Miss Challenged, I'm sorry, but I think you gotta leave. My orders are clear. I -...
Ivy, the Female Alley Dog: Orders?
Lou: That's right. I'm a secret agent.
Ivy, the Female Alley Dog: An agent? Why, you're a little small for an agent. Shouldn't you be busy having fun?
Lou: I don't have time for fun.
Ivy, the Female Alley Dog: Ew! tough guy.
Mr. Tinkles: That is all... cats rule.
[Lou and the Russian cat are rolling on the floor fighting]
Lou: Get off me, you furball!
Russian Blue: You fight like a poodle.
Prof. Dad Brody: Our team is red hot, your team ain't doodley squat!
Sophie the Maid: [sniffing Tinkles] Ah, you're a stinky kitty. First you have to have a bath.
Mr. Tinkles: With the dogs out of the way, cats will overthrow the humans and you will recieve your just reward: sixteen pounds of Monterey Jack and the continent of Australia.
[mice cheer]
Cat with Gas Mask: [breaths like Darth Vader] Cats rule! Cats Rule! Yeyeyeyeah! Mamamamaaaaaaa! Oh, yeah! We kick butt!
Russian Blue: [when being interrogated by the dogs] I will tell you nothing! I may look cute and cuddly, but inside... GRANITE!
Lou: I changed my mind... call me the Claw of Ling Chou!
Ninja Cat #3: Ling Chou this!
[kicks Lou]
Mrs. Mom Brody: I have a bat.
Prof. Dad Brody: I have a mitt, and I'm not afraid to use it.
Russian Blue: [the Russian is looking at Professor Brody's lab door] Hmmm, piece of junk American door.
Scotty: Loser.
Lou: Cat person.
Prof. Dad Brody: Bad talking cat!
The Mastiff: It appears that once again we find ourselves threatened by the great Cat Menace.
Mr. Tinkles: Attention... OW!... Attention human worker, this is your employer Mr Mason Effective immediately, you are all fired. Thats right fired go home now, do not ask why, you have no one to blame but yourself. unless of course you have a dog, then you can blame him, in fact you know what, kick him wig him, that is all.
[laughs evilly]
Mr. Tinkles: Cats rule! And now for the next phase of my plan.
Mr. Tinkles: Dark Cloud? Is that what I'm calling my plan?
Sam: Doom Machine! You're still alive!
Peek: Yep, all five limbs. Sam, you owe me five pig ears, Hickory Smoked!
Mr. Tinkles: Hello, my puny-minded, dog-faced opponents. I'm sure you're wondering to yourselves who it is that will defeat you. Who it is that possesses the intellect to win at this chess game of wits and might? It is I!
Lou: You should've fought for me; for my family.
Butch: Why? What good would it do?
Lou: What about man's best friend? History 101, remember?
Butch: Okay, well, here's lesson number two: we help them. We work for them. We tolerate that stupid boochy-boochy baby talk crap. And for WHAT? So that when they go off to college, they can dump you off with some old lady who can't throw a ball without so much as breaking her HIP!
Lou: Is that it, then? You're gonna blame my family for what some boy did to you?
Butch: Look, kid, I'm sorry it played out like this, but it's over. We're shut down.
The Mastiff: Gentlemen, a few moments ago I've received word of the gravest nature, A key agent working the Brody case has been catnapped. Although he is safe, we must replace him as soon as possible. It appears that once again, we find ourselves threatened, by the great cat menace. We suspect that a rogue feline is involved in a conspiracy, to destroy all we dogs have worked so hard to achieve. Therefore, in accordance with action Plan Delta, we have assembled an elite team of agents, trained to replace our catnapped comrade. at this moment, replacements are being flown in from London, One will take his place as the Brody's pet, and guard their home from cat invasion. I need not remind you that the future of man and dog alike, depends on the success of this mission. Failure, is not a option. The stakes are high gentlemen, We have everything to lose. One hundred million dogs, Have placed their destiny, squarely in our paws.
Butch: Okay, what do we got?
Peek: It's a kitten, A Russian blue!
Sam: And a number 2 and sector three.
Lou: Was she crazy? That steamer was bigger than me.
Butch: Nice work kid, You're sitting this one out. Sam, let me know when she leaves.
Sam: I don't see her.
Lou: But I was framed that cat. wait up, I want to help.
Sam: [Mrs Brody opens the front door and sees Peek and Sam] Look out human, sector four.
Peek: Human!, quick Sam, sniff my but.
Mrs. Mom Brody: Alright Break, it up! Break it up! Break it up!.
Peek: Cold nose!
Sam: Cold nose! Let's go.
The Mastiff: Control here.
Butch: We've got a serious problem.
Butch: Alright agent, let's meet the team.
Lou: Agent whoa.
Butch: Kid, look over there, that's Peek.
Lou: Peek? I don't get it.
Butch: Peek, show yourself.
[Peek appears from a man hole in a circle see through like tube under a bin]
Lou: Huh? oh my god!
Butch: Peek's early warning, He's got it all, Radar, sonar, thermo-imaging, odor-matrix. He can detect a non-residential cat from three blocks away.
Peek: Hi guys.
Butch: Peek, fall in.
Peek: Roger that.
Butch: Sam what's your twenty?
Sam: 1/18 of a kick east, I'm going to backtrack using a delta approach in three... two... one.
[Sam moves from bush to bush]
Peek: Hi guys. Oh no not again.
Sam: Where am I?
[Sam then rolls over to half way of the road]
Butch: Over here Sam.
[Sam then meets up with the others]
Sam: Request, permission to pant, heavily, sir
Butch: Granted. Boys I want you to meet, Lou.
Peek: Hey louie
Sam: Hey Lou
Peek: Human!
[as the the jogger jogs past she sees Butch near a fire hydrant, Peek digging in the ground and Sam holding a newspaper in his mouth]
Butch: Anyway, Lou here taking Buddy's spot in the hot seat, but Being fresh from the academy, he's current on the newest techniques, ain't you Lou?
Lou: Err, Hey guys, do you know this one? Here I go, here I go, I got ya, oh I just missed ya.
[Lou chases his tail]
Butch: Holy Chihuahua.
Mr. Tinkles: Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow. How many dogs does it take to over throw mankind? Just one stupid puppy.
Lou: Where is my family?
Mr. Tinkles: Oh they're alive, for now, but it won't matter, you see I've-
[the limousine swerves all over the road Mr Tinkles hits the left side of the limousine]
Mr. Tinkles: Oh my. This isn't NASCAR you idiot.
[Clears throat]
Mr. Tinkles: I have seized the formula, and in mere hours I will I'll reverse it, giving me the power to make all humans allergic to dogs.
Butch: What?
[the limousine swerves again]
Mr. Tinkles: How am supposed to gloat gleefully when you're driving like a chimpanzee? I mean really?
[Clears throat]
Mr. Tinkles: Now I will make all of humanity violently allergic to your regit kind, and with you all hated and despised by those you protect, you will be cast out, leaving me to lead all of cat kind in the glorious revolution to conquer the world!
[laughs evilly]
Lou: What will we do?
Butch: "We"? You just handed the world back to the cats and doomed the human race forever. There is nothing left to do.
Ivy, the Female Alley Dog: You always give up to easy Butch.
Butch: Is that what I think it is?
Lou: What Butch?
Ivy, the Female Alley Dog: Yep, it's the cat tracker 2000.
Mr. Tinkles: [the Scene changes The limousine is driving back to the factory with the professor's Formula] Those fleabags must be running for the hills.
[Chuckles]
Calico: Yeah I- yeah that's what I was thinking.
The Mastiff: Failure is not an option.

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