(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.

<i>(SCATTING)</i>

(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:<i>It's as if</i>
<i>this endless tangle</i>
<i>of vegetation keeps shifting,</i>

<i>changing...</i>

<i>Playing tricks on my mind.</i>

<i>The bugs here have grown huge.</i>

(INSECT BUZZING)

<i>And even the plants</i>
<i>have developed</i>
<i>a taste for flesh.</i>

(SCREECHES)

(WHIMPERING)

<i>At night, it feels as if</i>
<i>something else is there.</i>

<i>Some kind of creature,</i>

<i>watching me.</i>

(CREATURE GROWLING SOFTLY)

<i>Or maybe</i>
<i>it's just my imagination.</i>

<i>By day, I forage for food.</i>

<i>Most of the plant life here</i>
<i>is poisonous.</i>

<i>Forcing me to survive</i>
<i>on a diet of</i>
<i>grubs and worms.</i>

(CHOMPING LOUDLY)

<i>Of course,</i>
<i>those are poisonous, too.</i>

<i>Last night, it was back...</i>

(TWIG SNAPS)
<i>The creature.</i>

<i>It seems to be growing bolder.</i>

<i>I fear that if I don't find</i>
<i>that shed soon, this place</i>
<i>will be the end of me.</i>

(CREATURE GROWLING)

(GASPS)

(GASPS)

(WEAKLY) The creature!

(SCREAMING)

(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)