Who are you guys?
Huh?
Who are we? Who are we?!
We are The Flushed Pets.
Thrown away by our owners, and now we're out for revenge!
It's like a club, but with biting and scratching.
Take us with you!
I don't think so, pets.
Yeah, you got the stench of domestication all over you.
You chose your side, and now you're gonna burn.
Nooo, stop! Who you calling pets?
I ain't no pet.
You got it all wrong. We're... we're just like you, guys.
We hate humans.
- Uh... yeah! That's- that's right.
- Hate them!
Oh man, don't get me started on people. Am I right, Duke?
Yeah, that's why we burned our collars, man!
- We burned 'em to the ground.
- It killed our owners!
Ye- wait a minute. That's too far, maybe? No, they dig it.
- Yes, we whacked 'em.
- Yeah, that's right.
Bang! Bang! With our own paws.
If I had a dime for every owner I kill,
- Oh, yeah.
- I'd have a dime...
cause I just killed the one.
