Bobby the dog...
is a bad boy!
(whining)
Bobby! That’s not your towel.
Give it back! You’re not even wet.
No! Don’t take my sock instead.
Well, at least I’ve still got one sock.
Bobby! Not my other sock.
Bobby! Stop pulling our pants strings.
We need those strings for our pants!
It’s like you’re trying to change our whole outfit.
Bad boy!
Why don’t you go take a drink and calm down?
“Bobby! Stop it!”
Bobby!
You’re supposed to drink the water, not get in it!
I’m gonna say it again! Bad boy!
Can’t you be good for even five whole seconds?
Here. How about some nice fun toys?
No way to be bad with those, right?
Aw, come on, Bobby. Don’t pout.
What is up with you today?
You used to be such a happy little pup.
Adorable and sweet and innocent.
What a good boy —
Ah! Baby Bobby, stop!
Don’t rip that pillow,
(whistle blowing)
and don’t pull that scarf!
It’ll get stretched and weird. Bad baby!
Now that I think about it, maybe you were never good?
You’ve always been like this.
Are you just destined for a lifetime of badness?
“My cookie.”
Bobby, stop trying to take your dad’s cookie,
and pay attention to my scolding.
All right, that’s enough!
(whistle blowing)
“No cookie for you, Bobby.”
There’s too much stuff to tempt you in here.
We need to at least get you out of the house,
where there’s less stuff to be bad with.
There. That’s right.
Get all of that bad energy out.
Good boy.
Wow! Is that a giant palm tree leaf?
Wait, where’d that come from?
Whoa! You definitely can’t bring that big stick inside.
It won’t even fit through the door.
I guess there are just too many things out here
tempting you into badness.
I think you need a change of scenery.
Maybe a nice walk along this peaceful, sandy beach
will finally calm you down.
Wait! Bobby, don’t roll around in the sand.
You’ll get dirty!
Great, now we have to give you a bath. Bad bo —
(record scratching)
Hang on. You’re giving yourself a bath?
Most of the dogs I know, which are many, hate taking baths,
but you look really happy.
Oh, you’re not bathing. You’re swimming.
Wow. You’re a natural swimmer, Bobby.
And so well behaved at last.
Wait. Swimming, well behaved. (gasping)
Of course! It all makes sense now.
All this time, you weren’t being bad.
You were just trying to tell us
you wanted to go to the beach.
Taking the towels,
trying to get us to change into our swimsuits,
the giant palm tree,
that big stick, which may or may not have been driftwood,
the window licking.
Eh, maybe not everything was a hint.
You were letting us know
that you’re a BONE-a-fide boxer beach boy.
Good dude!
You’re not a bad dog. You were just bored,
but you’re not bored when you’re swimming,
and now we’re all having a blast.
Waterslide. Woo!
Good boy.
No, don’t cut the line! Bad boy!
Yeah! Jump into the pool with your dad. Good boy.
No, don’t dunk your dad. Bad boy.
Yeah! Swim nicely with your mom. Good boy.
Woof.
All this choppy behavior is making me a little seasick.
But not you, Bobby.
You could never get sick of the sea or the pool.
You even like your toys better in the water.
I guess you’re just like the sea, Bobby.
Sometimes it’s smooth sailing,
and sometimes it’s a little choppy,
but you’re still our little cuddle-fish,
and we love you, Bobby.
You bad buoy.
I mean, you bad boy.