MALE VOICE:
Roger. See you back on Earth.
Initiating landing protocol in T-minus three minutes.
Autopilot, engaged.
Huh?
(WHIMPERING AND BARKING)
You need to go outside?
Oh no, buddy. Now's not the time.
(WHIMPERING)
Well, just use the space john.
(LOUD SCARY NOISES)
(WHINING)
Or not.
We'll do it. But you have to make it quick.
(MUFFLED YAPPING)
Whoa, boy!
We don't want to get caught in that gravity well.
(SPEEDING TRAFFIC)
(BRAKES SCREECHING)
(TRAFFIC NOISES)
(SPEEDING TRAFFIC)
(GASPING IN AWE)
(ANGELIC MUSIC)
(SNIFFING)
Oh! Right. Hehehe.
(PLUTO PEEING)
Hey! Get that dog off my lawn!
Wha... Hehe. Sorry. C'mon, Pluto.
Pluto? Pluto!
You called?
Uh-huh. My dog, Pluto.
Pluto, where are you?
(MUNCHING)
Pluto? Out of the trash, boy!
We're running out of time.
(STRUGGLING)
Hmm...
Aha! Here, boy, fetch!
Arf! (GROWLS)
(CLANG)
Haha. Here's your treat!
(MUNCHING)
Now, back to the ship.
(CHIP AND DALE YELLING INDISTINCTLY)
(GROWLING)
Oh no, Pluto, stay!
(DISC POWERING UP)
Ahh!
Ahhh.
(BURNING)
(SCREAMING)
Ah! Ooh! Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot! Ah!
(LAUGHING)
(HEART BEATING)
MALE VOICE:
(GASPS) Oh no! We'll never make it back now!
We'll be lost in space forever!
(MICKEY CRYING)
Hmm. It's our only hope.
(WHINING)
Here, boy.
(BARKING)
Fetch!
MALE VOICE:
seven, six, five,
four, three, two, one.
(CHEERING)
(CAMERAS CLICKING)
Welcome back, Commander Mouse.
After such a long space mission, you must be relieved.
(ANXIOUS) Haha. Uh, not yet. But I will be!
(GULPS)
(PANTING)