Dennis: “Hello there! My name is Dennis the human person and I am here with my guinea pig/St. Bernard mix, which is my human person pet.”
Mouse: “Mr. Nibbles, why are you going along with this when you know it’s going to be a fiasco?”
Mr. Nibbles: “It’s part of a project to help Mr. Dennis get over his fear of strange dogs.”
Vermin: “HISSS! I don’t know why they brought in these kittens when there’s already a perfectly good grey and white cat hanging around.”
Mouse: “But, ‘Dennis’, I don’t see a grey and white ‘cat’ anywhere. Do you?”
Charlee: “A talking field mouse. / A smelly dog-headed thing. / It’s like a freak show.”
Dennis: “I don’t see why my box of meat has to be in the blast chamber. It’s just meat.”
Ambassador: “Bob said so and Bob is the expert.”
Vermin: “HISSS! Stupid big dog! Why are you complaining? If the crate has a bomb in it and the bomb goes off, we’ll have instant barbecue!”
Dennis: “Oooh, you’re right! Blow it up, Bob!”
Bob the Pyromaniac Builder: “All right, I’m going to open the crate!”
Ambassador: “Welcome to the American Embassy, Mr. Vizsla and, uh, whatever that other thing is.”
Dennis: “I was kind of hoping we would end up at the Blogville embassy …”
Vermin: “HISSS! Nasty diplomat! I am a vizsla too! Can’t you tell by my ridiculous floppy ears, my slobbery jowls, and the goofy expression on my face? Not to mention my wonderful good nature??!! Stupid human!”
Ambassador: “Oooookay. Well anyway, you two have caused a pretty big ruckus for our friends here in Burkina Faso. Those kids out there are convinced you have iPhones for them.”
Vermin: “HISSS! I’m not sure I’m entirely comfortable traveling over all this water on a heavily laden magic flying coaster.”
Dennis: “Oh it’s fine! I’ve only got one more stop to make and I don’t think it’s very far.”
Vermin: “HISSS! All right, good! Where are we going?”
Dennis: “Burkina Faso.”
Dennis: “There sure is a lot of whooping and clanging going on back at the bank.”
Vermin: “HISSS! Oh it’s just the cops. Nothing to worry about. Where are we going next?”
Dennis: “Chicago. Dada has an unclaimed box full of money in a warehouse there.”
Dennis: “Okay, here we are in Washington, DC! Now what do we do?”
Vermin: “HISSS! Now we get your money, silly dog! Just give me your photo ID and I will go inside and get to work.”
Dennis: “I haven’t got a photo ID. I’m a dog.”
Vermin: “HISSS! What are you talking about? Don’t you dogs have to be licensed?”
Dennis: “Oh of course! But it doesn’t have my picture on it. It’s just a piece of metal that I wear on my collar.”
Vermin: “HISSS! I see. In that case, I will resort to Plan B.
