Everyone ready to find that dog?

Peter: Yes!

Mike: Don't worry, Mick, we're comin'! :o

Micky: Hurry up, guys! :P

Davy: We gotta stop that dog!

(We open with the dog running across the yard and over to the sandbox. He sets Micky gently down on the sandbox and starts digging.)

Micky: Oh no, you don't! You're not gonna bury me like I'm a bone or a chew toy. *starts trudging, slowly, through the sand*

(The dog keeps digging, not noticing Micky wandering off. He finally looks up and sees Micky trudging away. He picks him up and sets him down again. He wants him to stay!)

Micky: Listen, dog, you're digging a hole. I don't want to be IN a hole, okay? How would you like it if I dug a hole and put YOU in it? *starts off again*

(The dog shakes his head and pulls several items out of the hole...a bone, a half-deflated chewed ball, a Barbie doll missing a lot of hair. He nudges the ball to Mick.)

Micky: Ewww! That's just gross! *backs away some more*

(He frowns, his eyes a bit sad. He wants Micky to play!)

Micky: Don't give me that look! That ball is disgusting. It doesn't even RESEMBLE a ball anymore!

(The dog returns to digging. Dirt flies everywhere!)

Micky: *shields his face.* Watch where you're throwing the sand! What're you digging for, anyway? Making a hole to throw me in, or are you looking for something?

(The dog comes up with a long stick. It looks like most of a drumstick, but the end snapped off.)

Micky: Hey!? That's one of my drumsticks I lost!

(The dog nudges the drumstick at Micky. He wants him to have it back!)

Micky: No, dog, I can't use it now! It's broken!

(The dog doesn't understand. He gives Micky a big, slurpy lick!)

Micky: Oh, YUCK!

(The dog scampers around Micky. He wants to play!)

Micky: *groans* Dog, I need to find my friends so we can become our normal size again!

(The dog gives Micky a "Why didn't you SAY so?" look, picks him up, and runs off again, this time towards the front of the yard.)

Micky: Hey! WHOA! Careful, doggie!

(The dog only nods and continues to run as we cut back to the other three, who are still trying to run after Mick. Mike is the first to finally slow down amid the house-sized blades of grass.)

Mike: That's...enough. We'll never...catch...up.

Davy: I don't... believe... this. :P

Peter: I hope that dog isn't hungry!

Mike: Nahh, Mick's too thin. He'd probably break his teeth on him.

Davy: Or use him as a chew toy. :P

Peter: How are we going to find him back here? Everything looks HUGE!

Mike: Does anyone know when Mick last had his lawn mowed?

Davy: I'd be willing to bet it's been a long time.

Peter: (Tugs at a blade of grass) I'll bet you could spear grilled tofu with this!

Davy: Now that's a 'eck of a note. The possibility of getting run-through by a blade of grass. *bats at a nearby blade*

Mike: Remind me to have a serious chat with Micky about hirin' a kid to mow his lawn when we find him.

Davy: Right, mate.

(The group starts into the backyard as "A Little Bit Me, A Little Bit You" begins. Peter walks behind Mike, looking a bit scared. He sees what looks like a huge alligator, screams, and runs to Mike!)

(Mike rolls his eyes and kicks one side of the "alligator." It's a plastic blow-up toy. Peter blushes and laughs.)

(Peter picks a bunch of tiny flowers and puts a few in his hair. Mike takes one and eats it.)

*Davy runs across a large, red brick. He climbs up on it to get a better look around. It's actually a Lego building block that he's standing on.*

(Mike runs into what he thinks is a human and puts up his fists..until he realizes the "human" is a Ken doll.)

(Mike gets aside as Peter runs by. He's being chased by a bee with a stinger the size of a sword! Mike just shrugs and ambles after them.)

(Peter finally avoids the bee by climbing up a tricycle. He climbs right back down again - and runs smack into Mike and Davy - when he hears a growl!)

*The scruffy dog suddenly makes an appearance trotting over to the trio, Micky still hanging from his mouth.*

Mike: (Over the music) MICK!

Peter: (Over the music) Mr. Dog, bring him back, please!

Micky: *Screams* HELP!

(They go after the dog, chasing him to the swingset. They finally corner him in front of the slide.)

Mike: (As the music ends) Good doggie, nice doggie. If you'd just put our friend Micky down...(he reaches over to get Micky, but the dog growls again) ...uh, whoa! Um, yeah, you do that, boy.

Peter: Maybe he's hungry!

Mike: I don't think any of us exactly have dog food in our back pockets.

Micky: Behind the slide! By the slide ladder, guys! I think the twins mighta left something back there!

Mike: If they're your kids, they probably have food everywhere.

Micky: Probably! But I know I saw something back there!

(They do as they are told, finding a couple of half-eaten oatmeal cookies. They carry them over to the dog, holding them out.)

Mike: Here ya go, boy. Some nice cookies for 'ya. Look like the ones Em brought over the other day, so I know they're good.

Peter: I don't know about this. Dogs aren't supposed to eat much sugar.

Mike: He was nosin' through Mick's trash before, and he's still alive.

Davy: Who cares as long as he lets Mick go?

(The dog lets out a happy bark when he sees the cookies. He drops Micky on a patch of weeds and quickly slurps up the three cookies. :D)

Mike: (As the guys help Micky to his feet) You ok, man?

Micky: *groans* Ow. Man, tell me I'm not covered in dog slobber. :P

Davy: *grins* Sorry, mate.

Micky: I thought that darn dog was gonna use me for a squeaky bone or something!

Mike: We could dunk you in the swimmin' pool if you want a bath.

Micky: No thanks. I'll survive. :P

Mike: What did the dog want, Mick? Other than a snack.

Micky: *shrugs* I think he just wanted to play. Tried to get me to use a beat up old ball with him, then he tried to give me back a broken drumstick I'd lost.

Peter: Awww! Poor dog! He must be lonely!

Mike: (Looks the dog over as well as he can) Don't see no collar or tags on him. Must be a stray.

Peter: (Strokes his legs) Maybe he could help us!

Mike: How?

Peter: He could take us back to the house!

Mike: An' how are we gonna do that, saddle him?

Micky: Frankly, I would like very much to NOT have anything else to do with that dog.

Peter: Like this! (Peter climbs on the small stack of Legos Davy climbed on before, then hops on the dog's back) :)

Mike: Well...if it'll get us back quick... (he joins Pete)

Davy: *shrugs* Couldn't be any different from riding a 'orse. *jumps on the dog's back*

Micky: *rolls his eyes upwards* Why me? *joins the others*

Mike: Ok, dog, let's go! Vamanos!

(The dog looks up at them weird.)

Peter: I guess that wasn't the password.

Micky: Probably doesn't understand Spanish.

Peter: Um, on Dasher, on Dancer...

Mike: He ain't a reindeer, Pete!

Peter: It works for Santa Claus!

*Davy and Micky exchange glances.*

Mike: On, Silver, hi yo, away, and all that "move" stuff.

(The dog doesn’t move.)

Peter: Um...does anyone have any more food?

Mike: Maybe we could imagine a bone an' hold it out in front of him on a string.

Davy: That should work!

Mike: We could probably manage that... (He concentrates. A bone and a fishing rod and line appear in a dark blue light. Mike reels the bone out in front of the dog, who "chases" it as Mike aims the line in the direction of the house.)