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You did it, Mezz! Barney ain't a dog no more.
Now, bark.
That could really become big. Real large.
You see, Barney? Women close their eyes to the scientifical.
No, a big one.
What am I doing down here with all these mutts?
Say, that is good.
A doctor? No, he needs a vet.
- Where am I? - You're at the studio, madam.
Come on, Barney, it's for your own good.
That sounds interesting.
Fred couldn't explain a can opener.
Yeah, I wanna see the public defender.
I didn't know you dabbled in science, Fred.
And I will now demonstrate how I put the subject to sleep.
Come on, Barney-boy, we're going for a ride.
We'll try the TV studio. Maybe Mesmo is still there.
Sleepy.
What's he talking about? There's no dogs around here.
No, a big one.
I have on-stage another volunteer from the studio audience.
A big dog, yeah.
Oh, dear. I'm sorry, Fred. I hope I didn't hurt your feelings.
That Mesmo is good, or it's a racket.
Let's see, no...
Come on, Barn, you're going the wrong way!
Okay, Mezz. In a way, you're responsible. Let's go.
You are getting sleepy.
Sorry, Mr. Mailman. It won't happen again.
Why, he jumped into a car and started a fight with another dog.