(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
Aw, my little backyard garden!
Oh, it seems like only yesterday that I planted you.
(CHUCKLES, SMOOCHES)
Well, time for your pruning.
(SCATTING)
(CRASHING)
Holy cow! How long has it been?
Two-and-a-half years?
Well, don't worry, garden. I'll get you straightened out.
Shouldn't be too tough.
Just gotta make it across the yard
to the shed where I keep my heavy-duty gardening tools.
I'll have you all cleaned up in a jiffy.
Shed... Where's that shed?
MICKEY:It's as if this endless tangle of vegetation keeps shifting,
changing...
Playing tricks on my mind.
The bugs here have grown huge.
(INSECT BUZZING)
And even the plants have developed a taste for flesh.
(SCREECHES)
(WHIMPERING)
At night, it feels as if something else is there.
Some kind of creature,
watching me.
(CREATURE GROWLING SOFTLY)
Or maybe it's just my imagination.
By day, I forage for food.
Most of the plant life here is poisonous.
Forcing me to survive on a diet of grubs and worms.
(CHOMPING LOUDLY)
Of course, those are poisonous, too.
Last night, it was back...
(TWIG SNAPS) The creature.
It seems to be growing bolder.
I fear that if I don't find that shed soon, this place will be the end of me.
(CREATURE GROWLING)
(GASPS)
(WEAKLY) The creature!
(SCREAMING)
(STRUGGLING)
(CRIES OUT)
(CREATURE GROWLS)
(SCREAMS)
(WHIMPERING)
Huh?
(BARKS)
Pluto?
No wonder I haven't seen you around the house.
You've been out here in the yard...
For several months apparently. (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)
You weren't stalking me. You were protecting me!
(BARKS) The shed? Where?
(GASPS)
Come on, boy. Let's mow. (MOTOR STARTS)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
Aw, my little backyard garden!
All pruned and precious and back to normal.
Now, let's go hire a gardener
because we're never coming out here again!
(PLUTO GRUNTS IN AGREEMENT)
(MUSIC PLAYING)