Arthur the dog
is a big boy.
Like, a really big boy!
Wow!
He's also a bad boy.
“Arthur William!”
Arthur, get out of the kitchen.
Dogs aren't allowed to be chefs.
I mean, maybe they should be, but they aren't currently.
So out.
He thinks he's really sneaky,
but he's way too big to sneak.
Arthur, just because you can reach the counter doesn't mean you should.
Bad boy!
No, Arthur, you can't have these sausages before or after they're cooked!
Just please get out of the kitchen and go do anything else!
Yes! There you go.
Grab that blanket and go take a nap.
That's more like it. Good boy!
Phew. Glad that’s over —
Whoa! You’re stealing your mom's blanket?!
I can't believe you!
Stealing food and now blankets.
I can't believe I have to say it again already!
Bad boy!
Look at you.
So bad you're all mixed up!
You need a time-out.
Good.
Just sit there and think about what you've done.
Anyway —
Whoa!
Are you sitting on your sister?
Come on, Arthur.
That's definitely not being a good boy.
Get off of her!
No, don't keep bothering her.
You're being way too big and bossy.
You bad boy!
I can't with you, Arthur.
And neither can your sister.
You are going to sit in your kennel and think about what you've done.
You've been bothering her ever since you were little.
Aw! You used to be so little.
Of course!
Even big boys are little boys first,
and you got used
to playing with your big sister when she was literally your big sister.
But you got so big, so fast,
and you still think you're just that little puppy.
I guess, technically, you are being a good boy.
OK, you can come out now,
but I'm still not 100 percent convinced.
It does look like you're bossing your family around an awful lot.
I mean, you are sitting on them, too.
Whoa! And you’re stealing your mom's snacks?!
See? It's like you're taking over everything.
Like the living room!
Your kennel is so big
that your family had to move all the furniture around just to fit it.
And your mom wouldn't need such a big car if you weren't such a big boy.
I don't know.
It seems to me like you're still being a bad boy.
But maybe you didn't make your family do this.
Maybe they wanted to!
Maybe they wanted you to be as comfortable as you could be.
They just want you to be comfy no matter how big you are.
“Arthur, you ready to go?”
They love you so much.
They love you as much as you are big.
Or you are as big as their love for you? Or —
Well, they love you a lot.
That's all I'm trying to say.
Maybe I was being too hard on you, Arthur.
You can't help it that you're really big.
And maybe drinking from the sink is just easier for you.
Maybe you are a good boy!
I guess being such a big boy was really the explanation for everything,
and you were never actually bad.
Except for the stealing blankets thing.
That did just seem bad.
Well, maybe we'll just have to work on that one thing.
But either way, we love you.
You big, bad boy!