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Informationen zum Autor Chris Grabenstein Klappentext "Fred, a stray dog who became the star of the show Dog Squad, is working on a new show called Cat Crew-but when he notices the felines acting strange, he wonders if the cat crew is being electronically controlled"-- Leseprobe 1 DOG SQUAD EPISODE 3.15 “EIFFEL TERRIBLE” SCENE 24 Ext. the top of the Eiffel Tower. The diabolical villain known as Cattywampus has stepped in one too many piles of dog poop on the sidewalks of Paris. It has made his soul bitter. His shoes stinky. Cattywampus has vowed to eliminate all the dogs in Paris by turning the sightseeing telescopes on the observation deck of the 1,063-foot-tall iron tower into dog-seeking sizzle guns. “It’s time to grill the hot dogs!” he shouts to his minions, a brigade of Parisian alley cats who despise dogs even more than Cattywampus does. The cats meow maniacally and leap up to their perches on the high-tech weapons. They wrap their claws around the triggers, awaiting the signal to fire. Meanwhile, the Dog Squad--Duke, Nala, and Scruffy--continues its mad dash up the 1,665 steps to the top of the Eiffel Tower. “Nothing’s . . . too . . . ruff . . . for . . . us,” pants Scruffy, the crew’s scrappy, wisecracking terrier. “This is pawful, Duke,” says Nala, the world’s bravest and boldest border collie. “Those beams will French-fry every dog on both sides of the Seine!” “And we’re dogs!” barks Scruffy. “I don’t want to be fried to a crispity crunch!” “Well, mes amis,” says their heroic leader, Duke, his noble head rimmed with golden light, “when trouble calls . . .” The three canine crusaders pause their ascent to proudly proclaim, “It’s Dog Squad to the rescue!” Suddenly, a wild-eyed mass of tangled fur leaps out of the shadows with its curled claws extended. “Yipes!” yips Scruffy. “Cat attack!” “You two deal with these henchcats,” says Duke, hurtling up the staircase. “I’ll deal with Cattywampus on my own!” Meanwhile, at the top of the Eiffel Tower . . . The ray guns thrum as they gain power. “When do we destroy all the dogs?” hisses an angry cat. “Soon, my fine furry friends,” chortles Cattywampus, rubbing his mittened hands together. “Soon!” “How do we know we won’t accidentally hurt any cats?” asks a fraidy-cat dangling off one of the weapons. “Don’t get hiss-terical, Monsieur Fromage! I have designed these weapons purrfectly. They will target only dogs.” “Wait just a doggone minute!” shouts Duke, leaping onto the observation deck. “Drat!” snarls the villain in his thick French accent. “It is Duke. The heroic leader of the Dog Squad. He thinks he can save the world! ‘Ha!’ I say. Go home to America, you filthy fleabag!” “Sir,” says Duke, “I don’t like your cattitude!” Duke races around the deck, barking ferociously, scaring the evil minions, who turn tail and flee. Cattywampus can do nothing but shake his mittened fist at the sky. As the ray guns power down, the cats seek safety by climbing the tallest thing they can find: the antenna at the peak of the Eiffel Tower. Their fur slightly ruffled, Nala and Scruffy join Duke on the observation deck. “Looks like you treed those kitties just in time!” says Nala. “Guess somebody better call the fire department to come rescue ’em,” cracks Scruffy. “No,” says Duke nobly. “We will assist these cats in their descent, just as soon as we deliver Cattywampus to the proper authorities. For they aren’t bad cats. They simply wound up in the wrong furever home.” The music swells. The scene ends. The audience cheers. 2 “And cut!” called the director. “That’s a wrap for this location and a wrap for Paris. We’re heading home!” The film...
