Narrator: The noise upstairs didn't disturb the dogs that slept in the barn. They could sleep through anything. But a lot of the other animals were awakened by all the scurrying overhead. Some of them just accepted it... some where pretty annoyed... and a few quietly plotted revenge. Milo's Mother: And Milo! I've told you again and again - *please* don't walk on the chickens! Milo: Look what the blizzard blew in! You look hungry; how about some fish? Otis: Okay, but not for me; for my puppies. Milo: You have puppies? Me, too! Otis: You have *what?* Milo: I mean, uh, uh... kittens. Otis: Maybe you don't realize it, Milo, but this a major day for me, because... well, maybe you don't realize it, but this is the day I've become... a watchdog! Narrator: Naturally, the sight of a dog and a cat watching an egg brought the usual string of gawkers... and thrill-seekers. Milo: [smacking a bird on the head] Hey! Your singing stinks! Will you quit it? Chicken #1: Did you hear about Gloria? Chicken #2: Oh, the egg! So it finally happened! Is she staying at home with it or is she going back to work? Deer: Just let your heart lead and your feet will follow, and we'll bound and leap like a gentle breeze. Bound and leap like a zephyr set free. Bound, and, of course, leap. Narrator: Milo reflected on the family he'd stayed with. Milo: Geez... no wonder they call them *pigs!* Raccoon: [observing Milo's attempt at fishing] That cat has got to be kidding. Milo: [taunting the bear in the drawers] Wanna come in? I'll help you. I'll pull you in by your nose! Narrator: To keep up his spirits, he began singing a dog marching song. Otis: Here comes the dog, strong and brave - woof! Here comes the dog, your life he... [falls into a hole] Narrator: He then decided to skip the whole thing. Milo: Want some more dinner? Remember, you're eating for eight now!
: [after Sandra gives birth to their first puppy] It's a boy! It's a boy! It's a boy! Sandra: Uh, Otis... you ran out a little too soon. Otis: It's a litter! It's a litter! Milo: You're a strange-looking cat. Otis: Oh, I'm not a cat; I'm a dog. Milo: All right, a dog, I understand, but... deep down inside, we're all cats, right? Narrator: Milo started walking too close to the edge. Milo's Mother: Milo, dear. Narrator: His mother called. Milo's Mother: [as Milo falls] That's not a good idea! Come back here, Milo! Narrator: She yelled.