MALE VOICE:
Commander Mouse,
you are clear for re-entry.
Roger.
See you back on Earth.
Initiating landing protocol
in T-minus three minutes.
Autopilot, engaged.
(PLUTO WHIMPERING)
Huh?
(WHIMPERING
AND BARKING)
You need to go outside?
Oh no, buddy.
Now's not the time.
(WHIMPERING)
Well, just use
the space john.
(LOUD SCARY NOISES)
(WHINING)
Or not.
We'll do it.
But you have to
make it quick.
(MUFFLED YAPPING)
Whoa, boy!
We don't want to get caught
in that gravity well.
(SPEEDING TRAFFIC)
(TRAFFIC LIGHT DINGING)
(BRAKES SCREECHING)
Excuse us.
(TRAFFIC NOISES)
(TRAFFIC LIGHT DING)
(SPEEDING TRAFFIC)
(GASPING IN AWE)
(ANGELIC MUSIC)
(SNIFFING)
Oh! Right.
Hehehe.
(WHISTLING)
(PLUTO PEEING)
Hey!
Get that dog off my lawn!
Wha... Hehe.
Sorry. C'mon, Pluto.
Pluto?
Pluto!
You called?
Uh-huh.
My dog, Pluto.
Pluto, where are you?
(MUNCHING)
Pluto?
Out of the trash, boy!
We're running out of time.
(STRUGGLING)
Hmm...
Aha!
Here, boy, fetch!
Arf!
(GROWLS)
(CLANG)
Haha.
Here's your treat!
(CLANG)
(MUNCHING)
Now, back to the ship.
(CHIP AND DALE
YELLING INDISTINCTLY)
(GROWLING)
Oh no, Pluto, stay!
(BARKING)
(DISC POWERING UP)
Ahh!
Ahhh.
(BURNING)
(SCREAMING)
Ah! Ooh!
Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot! Hot!
Ah!
(LAUGHING)
(HEART BEATING)
MALE VOICE:
Re-entry sequence
engaging in 15, 14...
(GASPS) Oh no!
We'll never make it back now!
We'll be lost
in space forever!
(PLUTO HOWLING)
(MICKEY CRYING)
Hmm. It's our only hope.
(WHINING)
Here, boy.
(BARKING)
Fetch!
MALE VOICE:
Ten, nine, eight,
seven, six, five,
four, three,
two, one.
(CHEERING)
(CAMERAS CLICKING)
Welcome back,
Commander Mouse.
After such a
long space mission,
you must be relieved.
(ANXIOUS)
Haha. Uh, not yet.
But I will be!
(GULPS)
(TOILET FLUSHING)
(PANTING)
