When Dodger Met Rocky/Transcript

Oliver and Company: The Series

When Dodger Met Rocky

(Setting: The streets of Queens, late afternoon. Dodger and the gang come running out of an Indian takeout, laughing, and carrying food.)

Dodger: Come on, guys! Is that all you got?

Tito: Don't get snippy with me! We got what we could!

Man's voice: (off-camera) Get back here, you thief!

(The takeout owner, a heavy-set Indian man, comes running out, screaming and waving his arms.)

Takeout owner: Get back here, you filthy mutts! (throws a ladle at them)

Dodger: O.K., guys, let's make a run for it.

(They take off, as the takeout owner shakes his fist, and screams abuse in Hindi.)

Dodger: We are gonna have a heck of a story to tell Oliver, tonight guys!

(Cut to the houseboat, that evening. The gang are eating their meal, and telling Oliver about their exploits.)

Dodger: So, Patel comes after us like, (in hammy Indian accent) "Get here, you filthy mutts!" (normal accent) And we're outta here!

Oliver: Well, Dodger, sounds like you had an interesting day, today.

Rita:Anyway, enough about us. How are things in your neck of the woods?

Oliver: Not much. Jenny and her parents went to Greece to see her cousins. They brought back some souvenirs, and I got a new collar.

(Oliver shows his new collar; it's white with blue Greek spirals decorating it.)

Oliver: Anyway, I'm gonna take off. I'll see you round guys, OK?

(He leaves the houseboat. Dodger smiles.)

Rita: Dodge, is something wrong?

Dodger: No, it's just...(inhales) I kinda miss the kid, OK?

Rita: I do, too, but...he's got his life, we have ours.

Dodger: Yeah, I know, but...sometimes I wish it was like old times.

Rita: Me too. Fagin: Alright, guys. Who wants to hear a story?

Rita: (to Dodger) Shall we?

(Later, that night, the gang are sleeping. Dodger gets up, and exits the houseboat, onto the deck.)

Dodger: (thinking to himself) I need a day to myself. A day when it's not my turn to bring back food.

(Setting:The houseboat, early morning. Dodger sneaks out, tiptoeing over the sleeping gang, and onto the deck. He looks back at the gang, and takes off into the city.)

Dodger: Man! Good morning New York City!

(Dodger runs through the streets of Manhattan, people are going about their business. He turns and sees a group of skateboarders, performing stunts. One of them tries, but ends up falling off his board, His friends laugh, Dodger shakes his head.)

Male voice: Get back here, you thief!

Dodger: Wow, only been out a couple of hours. Must be a new record.

(A young male dog, a husky-collie cross with blue eyes, and a bandana similar to Dodger's, but blue with a white trim, weaves through the mass of New Yorkers, looking back as if he's being chased, and carrying a paper bag. He collides with Dodger. The two right themselves.)

Dodger: You OK, champ?

Dog: Look, it's none of your business, now...

(An angry-looking American bulldog comes charging up to the two.)

Bulldog: Alright, Rocky, you little pipsqueak. Hand it over.

Rocky: (acting innocent) I have no idea what you're talking about, Thor.

Thor: Do you think I'm stupid? My breakfast!

Dodger: (whispering) What's going on?

Rocky: (whispering) Play along.

Thor: You really are testing my patience!

Rocky: I don't have it. (turns to and winks at him. Dodger, confused, winks back) But he does!

Dodger: What?

Thor: OK, then. (approaches Dodger) Alright, slick, how bout you give me my food, and I'll let you go no problems.

Dodger: I could...(grabs the back and tosses it to Rocky)...but I won't! Ciao!

(He and Rocky take off; Dodger jumps onto the fallen skater's skateboard, and rides off, with Thor in hot pursuit.)

Skateboarder: Hey! What gives!

(Dodger jumps off the skateboard, and continues running alongside Rocky. Thor continues his chase. They run into Central Park, and hide in some bushes.)

Thor: I know you're hiding somewhere. When I find you, I'll make you wish you'd never crossed me.

(He takes off. As soon as he's left, Dodger and Rocky emerge from the bushes.)

Dodger: He's gone, now.

Rocky: Alright! Let's eat.

(He pours out the bag's contents, which consists of left-over fast food.)

Dodger: Definitely! (starts eating) By the way, I don't think we've been properly introduced. I'm Dodger.

Rocky: I'm Rocky.

Dodger: So, you from around here?

Rocky: Well, I was actually born in Queens.

Dodger: I'm from Manhattan. You know, I've been to Queens quite a few times.