Welcome to the World of Channel TV!
I, the famous genius Dr. Frankenberger, am about to perform a miracle.
We're making a horror movie.
I have transplanted the brain of a nasty, evil criminal into the head of a dumb, stupid dog.
All I need now is my special formula.
One sip and the mutt on the slab will change into a monster and I will rule the world!
Excuse me, Redis. Dr. Frankenberger. When do we get to say something?
You don't, knucklehead. Monsters don't speak. They're idiots.
That's why you got the job. So play dead!
Where's my assistant? Assistant!
The assistant? That must be me. I'm the girl, therefore I must be the assistant.
What can I do for you, Dr. Frankenberger? Oh, genius!
Get me my special formula!
I'll be back.
Perhaps!
We missed it!
You haven't lost the secret formula by any chance, have you, lame brain?
Me? No way!
This'll do.
Gland food?
Oh, it's perfectly safe. It says so on the label.
This is the moment I've been waiting for.
I have just poured the special formula into the mouth.
Butt out, Fetso!
Now the world will see what a genius I am!
Stop! Stop! Stop the show!
It's her fault. She won't stick to the script.
We can talk in the camera!
I do not!
He's frothing at the mouth!
Mad Dog! Mad Dog! Run, everyone! Run!
What a star! He'll get an Academy Award for this acting.
I don't think he's acting. I think there's something wrong with him.
What was in that formula, Fuzzbun?
Nothing. It's perfectly safe. It says so on the label.
Perfectly safe if swallowed.
Talks it for dogs! Makes them go crazy!
Nice one, Veggie Breath. Darren's turned into a real monster.
What are you doing, you stupid mutt? Put me down!
Me? Monster?
If you idiots don't save me, I'll pull the plug on your precious DV station!
Pull the plug?
The end of feral teeth!
Quick! They've disappeared into the tunnels!
Please, Doggie, I don't like to be, but let me go!
You're going to pay for this, Mungo! Now put me down!
Put me down! Where are we going?
That way. Keep an eye out behind you, Micks.
Look, guys! The monster! He's back in the studio!
Keep going!
There he is!
Help, Simon!
Casey, Casey, get the sling shot.
Shouldn't we test it out first?
Haven't got time. Right, we need a volunteer to fly up there with the anti-monster syrup.
Who's got long ears, a furry face and gave the dog plant feed?
Me!
Sucked in, rabbit.
But I'm afraid of flying!
It's not the flying you've got to worry about. It's the landing. Take it back.
Here's the anti-monster syrup. Just squirt it in the gut and get it right.
I'll try.
Right, on the count of three.
Three!
She's done it!
Look out! They're going to fall!
Wait!
Bye, guys!
Cut it out, guys! You're all acting like monsters!