- All right, three casual knocks, just like we practiced.
Whoa, whoa. What are you doing?
- Relax. She's expecting us.
- Hey, Nina. It's Bruce and Biff for Marty.
- We gotta stop barging in like this. It's bad for business.
- Hey, I printed the route. Do you see it?
- Yeah.
What do all the skulls stand for? We're just walking your dog around the block.
- They're probably all places
he's buried bones. This little guy buries bones, right?
- No. He's a ninja. Didn't you read the email?
- A ninja dog?
- Yeah, so make sure to keep him away from samurai areas. That's what all the skulls mean.
- Samurai?
- Trust me, avoid them.
Here's the cash. Leash is on the table. I'll be back in a bit. Take care of Marty, and don't let him out of your sight.
- Ninja dog, what's so ninja about him?
No way.
- No. He's clearly a ninja.
- Not that. Look.
It's the dodeca-bag-a-heap, 12 layers of sandwich, crispy deep-fried in batter, and topped with house aioli.
No one has ever finished it in one sitting, but I could.
- Did you remember the bags?
- W-w-w-w-what?
The what?
- The little blue poo bags. Marty made a mud ball.
- Don't talk poo when I'm talking food. The sandwich is sacred, man.
- Sorry.
- Let's scope it out. Maybe order a pair.
Ooh.
Ah.
- (sniffing) Mm?
(snarl)
- (scatting)
- (shouting)
- (moans)
- Probably should've split one.
- I conquered all mine.
- Where's Marty?
Well?
- This couldn't have been from Marty.
- The dog, his bite WAS worse than his bark.
(dying groan)
- Yo!
- Was that the sound of a fallen samurai?
- You guys didn't see a ninja dog.
Did you?
- If you're looking for something, you should split up.
- Split up?
- Couldn't hurt.
- What if the dog attacks?
- It's okay. Whoever isn't being attacked will hear the other yell. It can stop it.
- Will that work?
- I don't think this is working.
(rustling)
Marty?
Huh?
(deep breath)
AAAAH!
(groan)
- Hmm, pretty abrupt yell.
- More of a gasp.
- I guess it wasn't the signal.
- Is that him?
- Let's check it out.
- We're with you!
- It was a figure of speech.
- He'll figure it out.
- Marty?
- (shouting)
- (snarling)
- (both shout)
Huh?
Ah.
- (singing) Running on rocks, balance on sticks.
Carrying buckets of
water.
Fighting other ninjas, catching flies.
Meditate.
And as peace.
- Bruce! (Bruce gasps)
I yelled the signal! Where were you?
- I found him.
- Why didn't you catch him?
- I must have got lost balancing my qi.
- Qi? I had to gnaw through
a net for
45 minutes! (grunts)
- It's all good. My inner conscious provided a new path to catch Marty.
- Great. I'll try anything. Otherwise, Nina might want a refund.
- Just throw this on. I'll start getting his attention.
- How?
- The only way, by insulting his ninja honor.
- Whoa!
- That Biff is some incredible ninja. He makes all other ninjas really look pathetic.
- It is I, Biff, the beaver ninja, master of shadow and tamer of night.
- Please,
I humbly ask that
you take my samurai gold. I believe you are the only ninja worthy of such treasure.
- (shouting)
- AAH! Oof!
(groaning) Oh, rival ninja.
Who will I give my gold to?
- I am obviously much more highly skilled.
(sounds of impact)
AAAAH!!
- Uh...
- (growls)
- Hey, buddy.
- (sniffing)
(humming contently)
- That actually worked?
- Yeah, he finally
calmed down.
- Hey!
Which one did you beat up my dad?
- Kid, do any of us honestly look like we could beat up a samurai?
- Huh. I guess not. You look like losers.
La, la, la.
- Whatever. Would losers have a huge hole of samurai gold?
- Do we?
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
(clattering)
- (grunts)
Tada!
- Where did all that come from?
- It's the giveaway I won for finishing my whole sandwich.
I stashed it while you were meditating.
- I gotta keep better track of what's up there.
- Yeah, you do!