Blythe: So the shop is closed for the next three days? Mrs. Twombly: I'm afraid so, and Annie says she'll need 72 hours to gather up all our ants. You get all the sweeties into the Littlest Pet Shuttle, I'll get their owners up to speed. Blythe: Well, pets, it looks like we'll have to find a place for you guys to hang out for the next three days. Penny Ling: Blythe, is Coconut going to be okay? Blythe: She'll be fine, Penny Ling. And Annie's ant relocators specializes in rounding up ants and relocating them to ant farms, where they can be ant-y. Penny Ling: Oh, that sounds nice! Sunil: I think it sounds disgusting!
Mrs. Twombly: Um, Blythe? There's only one other local place I can think of that is a pet day camp. Blythe: Mrs. Twombly, please don't say Largest Ever Pet Shop. Well, where were you thinking? Mrs. Twombly: [Hesitantly] Largest Ever Pet Shop? I'm sorry, dear, you said not to say it and I did. Blythe: That is not an option, Mrs. Twombly. Mrs. Twombly: Of course not, you're absolutely right - not an option. [Gasp] Sophie! Blythe, get your internets! My dear old friend Sophie has the perfect place to board the sweeties! She used to, anyway - I haven't seen her in a while. Sophie runs a place called the Pawza Hotel. Look it up and see if they have one of those interweb screen thingies. Blythe: You mean a website. Mrs. Twombly: If you say so. Blythe: The Pawza Hotel, here it is. Wow, it's beautiful! The Pawza Hotel is a five-star pet luxury hotel. It has a private spa, luxury suites, crystal chandeliers, even tennis courts! It sounds really fancy. Zoe: It sounds like my kind of place.
Mrs. Twombly: Well, here we are – the Pawza! Blythe: Uh, I hate to state the obvious, but it doesn't look anything like the pictures. Mrs. Twombly: Well, there must be something wrong with your internets. [Door opens] Mrs. Twombly: Hello? Anyone here? I mean, other than us, of course. Sophie: I'm in the back! Mrs. Twombly: Sophie? Sophie: [Gasp] Anna Twombly? Is it really you? Mrs. Twombly: It's not only me. It's also Blythe and our day camper sweeties from the Littlest Pet Shop. Sophie: Oh, how wonderful! But I'm afraid you've caught us in the middle of things. Mrs. Twombly: Us? Sophie: Oh, yes – this is my assistant. Madison and I were just doing some renovations. Madison: Hi, Mrs. Twombly. Hi, Blythe. Blythe: Oh, hi, Madison. What are you doing here? Madison: Well, we're trying to make this place look as good as I made it look on the website, which is kind of hard. Blythe: You designed the website? It does make the Pawza look good. Sophie: Madison got a tad bit carried away. Madison: Can you believe it? I'm actually too good at my job. Sophie: We've had people calling all week wanting to board their pets at our luxury hotel, but we're just not ready. Oh, the thought of all those lost customers! Mrs. Twombly: Oh, Soph, I know how hard it is to keep a business running in this town. Let us help you. Sophie: Oh, no, it's too much. Mrs. Twombly: But we insist! Blythe: We'd love to help out! Sophie: That would be wonderful! So, do you know anything about carpentry, plumbing, or electrical? Blythe: Uh, no, but I know a guy who does! [Phone beep] Hi, dad? What'cha doin' for the next 72 hours?
[All coughing] Blythe: I've heard of dust bunnies, but these are like dust buffalos! Madison: I'll go look for a dust pan. Blythe: Or a dust wagon! See, 'cause there's so much dust, a dust pan wouldn't be enough? Pepper: [Laughing] I totally get it! But you really should quit with the clowning and get with the cleaning. Pets: Yeah, come on! Minka: Get serious! Blythe: Okay, okay, sheesh!
[Whistling] Whittany: OMG! Brittany: Ow, Whittany! What's the big idea? Biskits: STOP! [Screech] Fisher: No, don't stop! I am on a strict doctor's orders to bike ride one hour every day! Whittany: What is the Littlest Pet Shop Shuttle doing here? Fisher: Hmm... What are you up to, Twombly? Francois, my phone! Tout suite! [Phone ringing] Blythe: Hello, Littlest Pet Shop - I mean, hotel. Wait, I didn't say that right. Littlest Pet Shop hotel! Wait, what's the name of this place? Sorry, I'm not used to answering the phones here. My name is Blythe. How may I direct your call? Hello? Fisher: Littlest Pet Shop... Hotel?! Whittany: Daddy, why did you just hang up on Blythe? Brittany: Why didn't you say something? Whittany: Yeah, like, how did you get your own hotel, Blythe?! Fisher: [Growling] Twombly stole my idea! She can't open a pet hotel before I do! Come, girls, time for lunch. François, to the bistro!
Fisher: Mr. Dale. Mr. Dale: Mr. Biskit. How are you today? Fisher: Not well, which is why I contacted you. I have a special project requiring your unique talents. The Littlest Pet Hotel must never open! At least not until I open my pet hotel first! [Clanging] Fisher: Behold, the Largest Ever Pet Hotel! 20 stories, 200 rooms, separate dining areas for herbivores and carnivores, a night club for nocturnals, a game room for game animals, a mile high aviary, a mile deep burrow for rabbits, and a card room just for doggies! Brittany: Dogs play cards? Whittany: [Noise like "I don't know"] Mr. Dale: Your dream is very inspiring, Mr. Biskit. Do not worry, I will take care of this. Fisher: I thought you could. Whittany: Daddy, we want a pet hotel! Fisher: Then you shall have it. Whittany: Yaaaay! Brittany: Goody! Fisher: You're Biskits, and getting what we want is our business! It's time you learned the secret to Biskit success! [Snaps fingers]
[Fisher Biskit]
When you're in business, the Biskit Family Business
There are watchwords you will need to comprehend
Intelligence and obedience
Confidence and allegiance
With a soupçon of clairvoyance at the end
Embrace your inner villainy
Release your inner ignominy
If you don't know what that means, then ask a friend
Whittany: What's he mean?
Brittany: Can't he talk teen?
[Fisher Biskit]
We make choices for expedience
Forget if it's exorbitant
If convenience is convenient, that's the price
I mean when you're in business
The Biskit Family Business
You do not let your conscience make you nice.
Whittany: But we're so nice!
Brittany: Maybe too nice!
[Brittany and Whittany]
We want to be in the business
The Biskit Family Business
We want to do whatever we must do
[Fisher Biskit]
If your desire is for permanence
Brittany and Whittany: Yes!
Relevance and predominance
Brittany and Whittany: Yes!
The Biskit Family Business is for you
A Biskit gets what a Biskit wants
[Brittany and Whittany]
A Biskit takes and a Biskit flaunts
[Brittany]
We brag
[Whittany]
We deal
[Fisher Biskit]
It's how we keep it real
[Brittany and Whittany]
We keep it real
Fisher: By Jove, I think they've got it!
[Brittany and Whittany]
When you're in business, the Biskit Family Business
There are some words that you need to comprehend
Intelligence and obedience
Confidence and allegiance
With a soupçon of clairvoyance
Now and then
We won't be slowed by the consequence
Or be swayed by the eloquence of the enemy of our enemy
That is our friend
[Fisher Biskit]
And that's the end
Russell: I can't believe I'm about to do this, but somebody's got to clean these stairs. [Grunting] Ow! [Thud] [Groan] Penny Ling: I wonder if any of Coconut's ant friends are here? Vinnie: Marco! Sunil: Polo! Vinnie: [Coughing] Yeah, it's pretty dusty in there too! Pepper: [Sigh] You know, Zoe, we may not have a lot in common, but we're both allergic to work! Zoe: Huh? [Sniffing] Something smells, and it's not you! Mr. Dale: 'Scuse me, young lady. Blythe: Oh, I'm sorry, we're not open for business just yet. Mr. Dale: And you won't be either. Blythe: Excuse me? Mr. Dale: I'm from the Downtown City Inspector's Office of... Inspection. Blythe: Is this about the website? Because– Mr. Dale: And I can tell you this hotel will never open! Zoe: [Sniffing] Blythe: This must be a misunderstanding. Let me get the owner– Mr. Dale: I don't need the owner. You tell them for me that I'll be back tomorrow for a full inspection. Blythe: Tomorrow?! But we need weeks, months, years maybe! Mr. Dale: Tomorrow! And if I see anything not up to code during my inspection, I'm shutting this place down! Blythe: But you can't! Mr. Dale: Oh, I can! Have a nice day! [Door opens, closes] Blythe: Sophie, Mrs. Twombly, dad, Madison! Zoe: Hmm. There is something strangely familiar about that man's smell. Pepper: Hm. Come on, let's go tell Blythe. Blythe: So he said he was a building inspector and that he'll be back tomorrow for his inspection. Sophie: How unexpected. Zoe: [Barking] Blythe: Not right now, Zoe. I'll take you for a walk in a minute. Roger: Ha ha! Got that third floor toilet to flush! Who da man? [Toilet flushing] Roger: Now on to the electrical! Zoe: [Barking] Blythe: Dad, an inspector stopped by and he wants to close the Pawza down. Roger: But we're just getting started! Uh, Blythe, do you know how to fix this? Blythe: [Groan] Zoe: [Barking, howl] Madison: I found a dust pan. Roger: Uhh! [Thud] Blythe: Madison, I need to stay here and help my dad. Can you please take Zoe and Pepper out for a walk? Madison: Er, isn't that one a skunk? Blythe: Don't worry, she doesn't bite. Madison: [Pinching her nose] It's not the biting that I'm worried about.
Zoe: [Sniffing] Madison: [Breathing] Hey, no pulling! Ohh! Zoe: [Sniffing] Not this way! [Sniff] That way! Madison: Aah! [Panting] Zoe: [Gasp] Look, Pepper – it's that building inspector! Pepper: [Gasp] And he's with Fisher Biskit! Zoe: Of course! That's why that smell was so familiar, I smelled a Biskit! Whittany: So I was thinking my hotel would be just for cute animals, not for, like – ugh – spiders! Brittany: And I was thinking mine will be made out of, like, waterfalls, because that's never been done before! Fisher: Why didn't you simply shut them down right there on the spot? Mr. Dale: I didn't want to arouse suspicion. But no matter what they do, that pet hotel will fail inspection and have to close its doors... forever! Fisher & Mr. Dale: [Evil laughter] Biskits: [Evil laughter]
Blythe: So dad, I was thinking - If we need to get this cable back inside the wall, it would be fastest to give it to someone who can fit inside the wall. Vinnie, carry this up to the other side. Roger: Wow! It's like he understood you! Blythe: Heh, well, he's just really smart. Vinnie: Huh, I knew it! Roger: Hey, maybe we can rewire the whole place this way! Blythe: Maybe. Zoe: [Barking] Madison: [Panting] Blythe: Uh, dad, I'll be right back, I– left something in the shuttle. [To Zoe] Okay, spill. Zoe: It's that Dale guy! He's not a real building inspector! Whatever that is. Pepper: And he works for Fisher Biskit! Blythe: What the what?! Zoe: They want to close the Pawza down! Pepper: 'Cause it sounds like the twins are going to open their own pet hotels! Blythe: Oh, those Biskits! Sophie: Just hold up your side a little higher, Roger. Blythe: Hey, everybody, you won't believe what I just found out. That inspector Mr. Dale is a fake. He's working with Fisher Biskit who wants to put the Pawza out of business. Sophie: Who told you such a thing? Blythe: Um, well, I, uh– I just know. Roger: It sure would be nice if this were all a practical joke, but guys with badges are usually not the kind of joke. Mrs. Twombly: Besides, Blythe, grown men don't go around pretending to be someone they're not. Blythe: Well, how about that time Mr. Biskit pretended to be his butler and his butler pretended to be a photographer? Mrs. Twombly: Hmm, good point. Sophie: Even so, we need to get this place ready just in case he's a real inspector. Blythe: Of course, me and my silly ideas. I'm sure Mr. Dale is the real deal. In fact, I'd like to volunteer to show him around when he comes back. Sophie: Hm, I suppose you two do have a history.
Blythe: Okay, pets, that so-called inspector will be here tomorrow and there's lots to do. I think the best way to beat this fake hotel inspector is with a fake hotel. Minka: Great! What's a fake hotel? Blythe: It's complicated. So let me go over my plan from the beginning. Okay, here's what we're going to do... [Indistinct whispering]
[Door opens, closes] Blythe: Oh, there's that fake inspector. Better take your places. Well, hello, Mr. Dale! How can I help you? Mr. Dale: I am back for my building inspection. Blythe: Oh, right, because you're the building inspector! Are you sure you're a real building inspector, Mr. Dale? Mr. Dale: Of course. And I'm in a hurry, young lady, so please let me see your owner. Blythe: That won't be necessary, if you insist on doing this inspection. And are you still insisting on doing this inspection? Mr. Dale: Uh, yes! Blythe: [Sigh] Very well then. You leave me no choice. Follow me.
Blythe: Let's begin with the rooftop tennis court. [Door opens] Mr. Dale: Whoaa! [Thud] Blythe: Oh, Mr. Dale, you have got to be more careful! Mr. Dale: Ooh-oof-ooh! Blythe: Oh, I'm sorry! We don't have to go on if you'll just admit who you really are! Mr. Dale: I'm the building inspector! Blythe: Then let's keep inspecting.
Blythe: This door leads to our swimming pool. [Door opens] Mr. Dale: [Screaming] I hate getting water in my eyes! Blythe: Well, we can stop then, as soon as you admit who you really are! Mr. Dale: I'm Mr. Dale, building inspector! Blythe: Okay, have it your way.
Blythe: I'm sure you'll want to inspect our indoor ice skating rink. [Door opens] Mr. Dale: [Shivering] Blythe: Oh, Mr. Dale, I should've warned you - these pets play a very aggressive game of ice hockey. Mr. Dale: That does it, I'm shutting this place down! Blythe: You can't shut us down because you're not a real building inspector! ADMIT IT! Mr. Dale: I admit nothing! Except myself out this door. Blythe: Oh, no, Mr. Dale! Don't open that door! [Crashing] Mr. Dale: Ow! Blythe: Uhh - I tried to warn you. That's a supply closet. Mr. Dale: Enough! I give up! Blythe: So is there something you'd like to confess? Mr. Dale: [Sobbing] Okay, okay, I admit it! I'm not really a building inspector! This was all a scam by my secret employer - Fisher Biskit! He wants to have the most successful pet hotel in Downtown City! And who can blame him? It's a genius idea. I was hired to shut your operation down. And I would've gotten away with it too if it hadn't been for you and these meddling pets! Sophie: Blythe, you were right - Mr. Dale was a fake! How did you know? Blythe: Well, uh - I just- Mrs. Twombly: You just knew, right, dear? Blythe:Right, Mrs. Twombly.
[Crowd cheering] Sophie: Everybody, I owe you all such a debt of thanks, especially Madison. Madison: Me? Sophie: Yes, dear. Without your vision of what this could be, we never could've made it happen. Madison: Wow, I guess you're kind of right. Yay, me! [All laughing] Whittany: I can't believe we thought Blythe had her own hotel. Brittany: So why is she, like, working there? Whittany: Maybe she's doing that thing she does where she's, like, nice to people or... whatever. Brittany: For, like, free? Biskits: Ewwwwww! Whittany: Home, driver! Mr. Dale: Yes, ma'am.
