Ten centuries ago, before the Age of Obedience,
free dogs roamed at liberty, marking their territory.
Seeking to extend its dominion,
the cat-loving Kobayashi Dynasty declared war
and descended in force
upon the unwary four-legged beasts.
On the eve of total canine annihilation,
a child warrior sympathetic to the plight
of the besieged underdog dogs
betrayed his species,
beheaded the head of the head of the Kobayashi clan
and pledged his sword
with the following battle-cry haiku.
Frost on window-pane.
He would later be known
as the Boy Samurai of Legend, RIP.
At the end of the bloody dog wars,
the vanquished mongrels became powerless house-pets:
tamed, mastered, scorned.
受到驯化 奴化 受人鄙夷
But they survived and multiplied.
The Kobayashis, however,
never forgave their conquered foe.
The Japanese archipelago,
20 years in the future.
has reached epidemic proportions.
An outbreak of Snout-fever
rips through the City of Megasaki.
Blizzards of infected fleas, worms, ticks and lice
跳蚤 虱子 蠕虫 蜱虫的肆虐
menace the citizenship.
Dog-Flu threatens to cross the species threshold
and enter the human disease-pool.
In a special midnight-session
at the Municipal Dome,
Mayor Kobayashi of Uni Prefecture
issues emergency orders
both stray and domesticated.
Trash Island becomes an exile colony.
It's not fair to the dogs.
The path favored by Mayor Kobayashi
is cruel and unscientific.
For a thousand years,
these resilient animals have loved,
served and protected us.
Now, in their time of greatest need,
we forsake them again?
A tidal-wave of Anti-Dog hysteria
has crippled our moral judgment.
Give me six months, and I will deliver a serum.
I'm this close, dammit.
Dog-Flu will be eradicated. Snout-fever will be defeated.
Canine Saturation will be returned
and without mass-neutering!
Whatever happened to man's best friend?
The crowd is calling for the immediate ratification
and approval of the mayor's proposal.
As a gesture of public solidarity,
Mayor Kobayashi is calling upon
his Assistant Hatchet-Man, Major-Domo,
into the possession of the Committee
for Canine Desaturation.
Spots will be the first dog
to be officially deported from the city.
Nomadic packs of once-domesticated
house-pets, sick and hungry,
rove the garbage canyons and filthy ravines,
scrounging for scraps.
One hundred per cent test positive
for the Dog-Flu germ.
Symptoms: weight-loss, dizziness,
and extreme/aggressive behavior.
Three-quarters display signs of early-onset Snout-fever:
high-temperature, low blood-pressure,
and spasmodic nasal expiration.
The exiled dog-population grows weaker, sadder, angrier.
遭流放的狗只 变得越发脆弱 悲伤 愤怒
Before we attack each other and tear ourselves to shreds
like a pack of maniacs,
let's just open the sack first and see what's actually in it.
It might not even be worth the trouble.
What do you say? I'm not sure.
你们觉得呢 呃 我不知道
A rancid apple core; two worm-eaten banana peels;
a moldy rice cake; a dried-up pickle;
tin of sardine bones; a pile of broken egg-shells;
an old, smushed-up, rotten gizzard
with maggots all over it...
Okay, it's worth it.
Get out of here and don't come back.
Sheesh, Igor. I think he chewed your ear off.
死咯 伊格 他咬甩了你的耳朵
I don't think I can stomach any more of this garbage.
Same here. Words out of my mouth.
I used to sleep on a lamb's-wool bean-bag
next to an electric space-heater.
That's my territory. I'm an indoor dog.
I starred in 22 consecutive Doggy-Chop commercials.
Look at me now. I couldn't land an audition.
I was the lead mascot
for an undefeated high-school baseball team.
I lost all my spirit. I'm depressing.
I only ask for what I've always had:
a balanced diet, regular grooming,
and a general physical once a year.
I think I might give up.
What, right now? Right now.
There's no future on Trash Island.
You heard the rumor, right? About Buster.
Not sure. Can you remind me?
Uh, my brother from another litter.
What happened to him? Suicided.
Hanged himself by his own leash.
You make me sick.
I've seen cats with more balls than you dogs.
Stop licking your wounds!
You hungry? Kill something and eat it.
You sick? Take a long nap.
You cold? Dig a hole in the ground,
crawl into it, and bury yourself.
But nobody's giving up around here,
and don't you forget it, ever.
We're a pack of scary, indestructible Alpha Dogs.
You're talking like a bunch of house-broken... pets.
You don't understand. Uh, how could you? You're a...
你根本不懂 呃 你当然不懂 毕竟你是
Go ahead, say it. I'm a stray, yeah.
说下去 没错 我是流浪狗
How does she keep her fur so clean?
There's no shampoo on Trash Island.
You heard the rumor, right? About her and Felix.
What'd they say? Felix? No.
什么 听说什么 菲力 没有
What happened to them? They mated.
Who is Felix again?
All the ones I like: they're never in heat.
Hey, now, that puddle-jumper's flying crooked.
嘿 你们看 那架小飞机好像要掉下来了
Oh, you're right. Ease up.
哦 还真是 别紧张
Pull up. He's gonna lose a wing.
Part One: The Little Pilot."
Small guy. Not much meat on him.
He looks dead. I have a question.
Are we eating him, or is this a rescue?
We don't know yet.
Nobody's eating the little pilot.
Not even the dead body of him. Dogs don't eat masters.
You're not our leader. We all are. Let's take a vote.
你又不是老大 人人可话事 我们来投票
All in favor of not eating the little pilot, say "Aye".
let's open his helmet
so he can breathe some air if he's alive,
then see if we can pull that
hunk of broken propeller-clutch
out of the side of his head if it doesn't kill him.
Does that sound right? Yeah, that's right.
没问题吧 好的 没问题
Spots-u! Spots-u! Spots-u!
You're looking for your lost dog, Spots.
Does anybody know him? Hmm. No.
你们认识这狗吗 呃 不 不认识
In response to questions
regarding the purported disappearance
Mayor Kobayashi offers no comment
and urges reporters to respect
the privacy of the mayoral-household.
Atari, aged 12, was last seen early yesterday morning
阿塔里 现年12岁 昨天早晨有人见到他
rolling a small airplane onto a runway
at Megasaki Executive Airport.
I beg your pardon. Ignore that dog.
He's got Snout-fever.
Just please follow us.
Now, I never met him, but I asked around.
I understand he made a lot of friends.
He had a very good-natured temperament, I'm told.
Of course, you would know best.
It's just a bit further up here on the left.
Anyway, as I say, he seemed to have been
an extremely pleasant animal.
Unfortunately, nobody could figure out
how to open his dog-cage.
The sole survivor of last week's
colossal bullet-train disaster,
a young boy named Atari,
awoke from a deep-coma early this morning
to learn of his parents' tragic deaths
and also the intention
of his distant-uncle, Mayor Kobayashi,
to personally adopt him
as ward to the mayoral-household.
Atari who suffered the loss of his right kidney
and numerous broken bones in the crash
within the confines of Brick Mansion,
where he will be educated in solitude by private tutors.
Atari has also been assigned a security-detail
for his own protection
in the form of a highly trained bodyguard-dog
named Spots Kobayashi.
Um, you're my new master.
My name is Spots. I'm at your service.
I'll be protecting your welfare and safety
on an ongoing-basis.
In other words: I'm your dog.
Bodyguard-dog! Not pet!
I can hear you, Master Atari.
You need a key.
Where'd you get that? What? I always had this.
那是从哪来的 什么 我一直都有啦
I stole it off the dead skeleton.
Hey! The wrong dog died!
The wrong... The wrong dog died.
I can't smell him.
This is child abuse.
Chief, you fight the robot-dog.
King, Duke, Boss? You attack the three dog-catchers.
大王 爵爷 波士你们对付那三个人 明白
On it. I'll guard the little pilot.
On my command. Ready?
I am not gonna fight this robot!
I'm against the little pilot, remember?
I don't even believe in masters.
You're the best in a scrap.
We all know that. You like to fight.
Well, let's take a vote.
All in favor of Chief
fighting the robot-dog, say "Aye".
has been kidnapped against his will
by a pack of disobedient, contagious, infected animals.
He will be rescued promptly, returned to safety,
and grounded for the duration of his childhood years.
His five dog-abductors
have been identified through the use
of advanced Tooth-and-Tail Recognition Software:
They will, of course, be captured
and violently destroyed.
Chief ought to get a check-up, too.
He looks worse than anybody.
I wish somebody spoke his language.
Well, I understood that. Sit down.
You're disobedient! Sit!
I wouldn't drink that, if I were you.
It's full of toxic chemicals.
Because my sister-in-law drank it,
and her tongue turned black.
You're Felix's mate.
I mean, I think you mated
with Felix, if I heard it right?
That's none of your business.
No, no, I don't suggest
对 对 对 我不是说
whether it actually happened or not.
I'm just saying that I recognize you
from when I heard that rumor.
I think I'm going to say good-night.
Wait, wait, wait. No.
等等 别... 别走
Wait. Start over. Who cares about Felix?
I'm Chief. That's my name.
I'm introducing myself. Who are you?
I thought you knew all about me.
No, I don't know anything.
I should've kept my mouth shut.
Anyway, you're Nutmeg.
So you do know me, after all.
You a show-dog, Nutmeg?
I was bred as a show-dog.
I was groomed for that purpose.
It wasn't my choice.
I don't consider it my identity.
Anyway, look around.
What difference does it make now?
So that's a yes.
So that's a "yes", I used to be.
You've been attacked.
Hmm. What else is new? You should see the other dog.
嗯 这没什么 他比我惨
I think he was made of stainless-steel.
I couldn't get my teeth into him.
Who is the little pilot?
What'd he do? Why are they after him?
You're a stray, aren't you?
Yes, I'm a stray.
But aren't we all? In the last analysis, I mean?
Were you trained? For competition.
I was a show-dog.
You know a few tricks, then. A few.
Maybe if I get to know you better.
It's not true, by the way.
About me and Felix. For the record.
I wouldn't bring puppies into this world.
I don't believe in masters. I never did.
It's against my principles.
But this is no place for a dog like you.
You belong somewhere. You've got papers.
Oh, I'm full-grown, sweetheart.
You don't have to worry about me.
I hope I'll see you again.
Here's one. One what?
I'm supposed to be spinning a nine-pound bowling-ball
over my head at this point,
but you just have to imagine that part.
Will you help him? The little pilot?
Because he's a 12-year-old boy.
Spots, whoever he is,
might be alive, and he might be dead,
but one thing's for sure:
he's nowhere around here.
He's not in the dog-community.
There's probably another 500 Japanese hectares
of unmapped waste-land
on Trash Island at least.
Where do we start?
Also, the mental health question:
maybe it's because of that
propeller-clutch stuck in the side of his head
I can't say, I'm not a doctor,
but I think the little pilot's got a screw loose.
Those are the cons.
You heard the rumor, right? About the little pilot.
Which rumor? What is that?
Kobayashi is his distant uncle.
He's the mayor's ward.
Be that as it may, let's look at the pros.
That boy flew here, all alone,
and crash-landed onto this island
for one reason; one reason only:
To the best of my knowledge, no other master,
not one single human master,
has made any effort to do that.
They've forgotten all about us.
I propose we start tomorrow, first-light.
We'll cross the Middle Fingers.
We'll find the tugboat on the Dune.
We'll go see Jupiter and Oracle.
They'll know what to do.
Let's take a vote. All in favor say "Aye".
现在开始投票 同意的 请说好
Who's the nay-sayer?
That kid is gonna get us all put to sleep. Euthanized.
We won't find the dog,
but we will die trying.
Not a bad way to go. You're out-voted, anyway.
has been placed under house-arrest today
at Toho Mountain Ryokan
after offering sharp criticism last night
of the Kobayashi Administration's
Canine Saturation-crisis policy:
Foreign-exchange student Walker.
Thank you, Editor-Hiroshi.
You all know me. I speak my mind,
and sometimes that ruffles some feathers.
Please, forgive my bluntness.
Mayor Kobayashi is a crook, and I hate him.
Right now, he faces a divided congress
during a hotly-contested re-election year.
Dogs are dying on a miserable island.
Gullible masters have been brainwashed.
The Science-Party Candidate is being held against his will
with no recourse to legal counsel.
Somebody is up to something.
You have a conspiracy theory?
I don't print hunch.
I'll spell it out.
I believe Municipal Dome propaganda
has deliberately stoked irrational, Anti-Dog fear
and suppressed a medically proven Dog-Flu treatment
in order to promote a secret campaign
to turn the country against its innocent house-pets.
There. I said it.
Can you prove it?
To tell you the truth: I don't know.
Part Two: "The Search for Spots."
The Middle Fingers of Trash Island
wind and weave up-river,
inter-stitched by zig-zagging pipe-lines
The ruins of a failed utility-complex
washed-out by tsunami.
The rubble of an abandoned power-plant
demolished by earthquake.
The remains of a deserted industrial estate
destroyed by volcanic blast.
The Old Trash Island Athletic Club,
member-less and long-forgotten.
Okay, I got a question. What's your favorite food?
A double-portion of Doggy-Chop from the can
mixed into a bowl of broken Puppy-Snaps
with a vitamin crushed up into it.
King's the spokes-dog for that.
He's the Doggy-Chop dog.
Was that your daily meal?
Not always. My master was a school-teacher.
We weren't rich, you know. You?
A center-cut Kobe rib-eye, seared,
on the bone, with salt and pepper.
It was my birthday supper. Every year.
Mine's hot-sausage, yakitori-style.
The snack vendor always saved me one on game-days.
Hmm. Duke? Ah, green-tea ice cream.
My master had a sweet-tooth.
I probably inherited it from her.
You heard the rumor, right? About Doggy-Chop.
Remind us again. What rumor?
Oh, they folded. Oh, no.
它倒闭了 哦 不
Doggy... Doggy-Chop folded?
你说 “狗嚼乐” 倒闭了
How about you, Chief? What was your favorite food?
那你呢 兄弟 你最喜欢吃什么
Me? Oh, I don't care.
我 我 我无所谓
Garbage, trash, scraps of rubbish.
I'm used to left-overs. Hmm.
Of course, I wasn't always a stray.
Wait. What'd you say?
I said I wasn't always a stray.
Really? Since when? Tell us about that.
真 真的吗 说来听听
I've been hunted by dog-catchers all my life.
I'm not easy to trap.
I've only got three captures on my record
where I actually got sent to the pound, I mean,
and the first two times, I escaped within 24 hours,
but the third time...
I got adopted before I could
finish digging the break-out-tunnel.
It was a big family.
Five kids. Two other dogs, already.
They stuck me in the back of a station-wagon
and drove me out to the middle of the sticks.
Grass, trees, swimming pool. Cartoons on TV.
有草 有树 有泳池 电视还播着卡通片
Anyway, one morning a week later,
the youngest boy, his name was Toshiro,
woke me up at 6:15, bright-eyed, wide-awake,
and he tried to pet me.
He didn't mean anything by it. He was just being friendly.
Apparently, I bit him so hard, I nearly chewed his hand off.
据知我 狠狠地咬了他一口 几乎咬断他的手
Blood all over the kitchen floor.
They rushed him to the emergency room
and I got pad-locked out
in the tool-shed with the lights out.
It gave me some time to think.
What happened? Why did I do that?
To this day, I have no idea.
I guess he scared me.
That night, an old woman,
she must've been the grandmother
brought me out a bowl of some homemade hibachi-chili.
I like to think she cooked it
for me, personally -but who knows?
Maybe it was just more left-overs. But...
You've got a tick.
Anyway, that's my favorite food I ever ate.
The old woman made a great bowl of chili.
What happened after that?
I dug my way out by morning,
jumped on the back of a dump-truck,
and hitched back to Megasaki.
I was always a street-dog, let's face it.
Somebody's stalking us.
As you know, we all hate dogs.
President of Kobayashi Pharmaceutical.
You secretly introduced
mega-quantities of infected fleas
and contagious tick-larvae
into a metropolitan city center,
creating an unprecedented animal-disease out-break.
Commander of the Megasaki Municipal Task force.
You oversaw the deportation of over 750,000 caged-animals
to a nearly uninhabitable off-shore refuse-center.
Director of Kobayashi Robotics.
You developed the most promising artificial life-form
in the history of corporate-technology-
and a powerful new weapon, to boot.
Head of the Clenched-Fist Gang.
You eliminated all Pro-Dog opposition
through the use of bribery,
extortion, intimidation, and violent force.
Brains have been washed. Wheels have been greased.
Fear has been mongered.
Now we prepare for the final stage
of our conspiracy-theory:
to the Canine Saturation-crisis.
We believe we've recovered a viable DNA sample
from this article of damaged aviation equipment.
We're going to check it right now
if you care to observe.
We call upon dog-lovers everywhere
to harken to this transmission:
in severe distress over Sapporo River.
-detachment of left wing.
Will attempt emergency-landing on Trash Island coast.
Please, make note of the following:
to my security-detail / bodyguard-dog,
Spots Kobayashi, if still living,
I leave all my worldly possessions.
If Spots has preceded me into the next life,
I ask that everything,
including my own bones and Spots' carcass,
be burned in a crematory furnace,
with our ashes scattered to the four-winds.
It will not amount to much pollution in this sad land.
If I survive, ignore this message.
I've gone to find my dog.
Young masters of Megasaki: unite!
It cools the head and warms the dog-bones.
It may snow tonight.
Really? Thank you very much. Wow.
To whom it may concern.
She sees the future. No.
She understands T.V.
You seek a dog named Spots.
As you know, most of the animals on this island
come from human homes
with domesticated back-grounds.
However, a small population of savage, aboriginal dogs
然而 另一部分则是野狗 岛上的“土著狗”
have been scavenging
the Metropolitan Dumping-Grounds
The graffiti on this wall depicts the story.
They were born into captivity on the ends of the fringes
of the most distant reaches of the island.
They endured great suffering and cruelty
at the hands of their former masters.
Finally, in the wake of an Act of God, they escaped-
to a harsh and desperate freedom.
Some say they died away over the subsequent years,
starving and forgotten.
Some say they swam to the mainland,
but this seems unlikely. Too far to dog-paddle.
Some say they're still with us,
in the Far-away Cuticles, beyond the Middle Fingers.
We know the animal you seek.
He has appeared in Oracle's visions.
A prophecy suggests itself:
Spots, if he's alive, may very well be living,
even at this moment, as a captive prisoner
abducted into the company of these wild, savage dogs.
Oracle, what do you think?
Continue your journey. Have faith in your cause.
Luck and good fortune be unto you.
You heard the rumor, right? About these aboriginal dogs.
Remind me again. What's the rumor?
没 没听说 什么传言
Uh, they're cannibals.
So you're telling me they're going to want to eat us?
Well, they're cannibals.
We're approaching the end of Old Trash Island.
To the west: the Sapporo River and Megasaki City.
To the east: the open-sea.
To the north: a long, rickety
cause-way over a noxious sludge-marsh
leading to a radio-active land-fill
polluted by toxic chemical-garbage.
That's our destination. Great.
Got it. Get ready to jump.
Atari, I'm going to drag you overboard with my teeth,
since you can't understand the plan.
After that, we're back on foot.
What are they doing over there?
How did this happen?
What's going on with this contraption?
If we get separated, which we are:
rendez-vous at the cause-way!
You're not our leader! What?
You're not our leader! We all are!
All in favor of my plan,
which is to rendez-vous at the cause-way...
No, you can't ride the Pagoda-Slide.
You're below the safety-limit, anyway. Let's go.
We made an emergency plan,
even if we didn't get to vote and agree to it yet:
rendez-vous at the cause-way to the Far-away Cuticles,
and go find your dog.
Maybe everybody else just got crushed,
compacted, and incinerated-
but we're going to be there. Let's go.
I am not your pet. I never liked you.
I don't care about you. I won't wait for you.
Jerks. Come here. Oh, do this. Do that.
Our Masters. I'll do what I...
I suppose if it was working right,
we'd be dead already.
Don't ask me to fetch that stick.
I'm telling you: I don't fetch.
I'm not doing this because you commanded me to.
好 我捡 但非因听令于你
I'm doing itbecause I feel sorry for you.
Where'd you get that dog?
He looks like me with a pink nose.
I come from a nine-dog litter, but they drowned the sisters.
We're not a rare breed:
I'm getting confused now.
My belly feels funny.
I can't accept that. It's for your dog.
我 不能吃这个 是你为你的狗准备的
I've never been offered a Puppy-Snap in my life.
I don't even know what they taste like.
Okay, I'll try it.
谢谢 脆脆的 咸咸的...
Supposedly, it cleans your teeth.
This is my new favorite food.
Cold up here tonight.
Wherever he is, if he's alive: we'll find your dog.
上山下海 若仍在生 我们会找到你狗狗
elected leader of Megasaki City.
For 150 years, you and your ancestors,
known as the Kobayashi Dynasty,
a procession of dog-hating thugs,
stooges, felons, and their criminal underlings,
暴徒 愧儡 恶棍
have betrayed and deceived the citizens
of Uni Prefecture.
You make me so mad!
Science-Party Candidate, deceased.
The wasabi in your blood showed poison-levels
in excess of ten times the maximum dosage required
to stop the heart of a whale.
Atari Kobayashi, adopted ward to the mayoral-household.
You heroically hi-jacked a Junior Turbo-Prop XJ750
and flew it to the island...
You heroically, as I was saying,
stole the little airplane, because of your dog and...
I lost my train of thought.
然后 嗯 哦 思路被打断了
I've got a crush on you.
Part Three: "The Rendez-Vous."
Rex! King! Duke! Boss! You made it!
君主 大王 爵爷 波士 你们来了
What happened to you? I took a bath.
What? He's got soap? Just a little.
什么 他有肥皂 就一小块
You're too fluffy.
We played fetch. With a stick?
With a hunk of rubber radiator-tubing.
And you brought it back to him?
Don't you tell me that!
I'm the one that tried to make you
be loyal to him, in the first place.
Stop. Stop! This is the rendezvous.
停一下 停一下 会合点已经到了
Where's that trash-tram taking you?
You think we booked this ride through a travel agent?
We were fighting for our lives
in a high-velocity trash-processor
while you were getting scrubbed and brushed.
What? Let's take a vote.
All in favor of jump...
Master Atari... Can you hear me?
What's that thing in your ear for?
Are you hard of hearing?
Bodyguard-dogs have to have 20/30-Auditory
just to be certified.
No, the ear-piece is how I receive
my commands and instructions and so on.
Obviously, I'm privy to certain sensitive information
due to my position in the mayoral-household
somebody could be talking to you right now?
Well, the range is only about 75 feet or so, I guess, so...
但是它的接受距离大概只有75英尺 所以 我觉得
Battery's probably dead, anyway.
I got a question for you.
How much money do you think the mayor makes?
I can't tell you that.
That's highly confidential.
Um, anyway, I'm not the mayor's accountant's dog.
and she got crushed
in a glass compactor the day before yesterday.
No, my duties are, uh, focused entirely
on the protection of the mayor's ward, Atari.
I'm not supposed to be his friend,
but I love him very much,
but that's a private matter.
Um, the only reason I even said that
was because we're all probably going to die out here
and I'll never see him again.
That's a tough break.
Well, good luck to you
and watch out for the cannibal-dogs.
Watch out for the...? The cannibal-dogs.
They are dogs that eat dogs. Start over and repeat again.
You know what? Don't even worry about that.
I just heard there might be
some wild, aboriginal, cannibal-dogs
in the area, you know,
but I wouldn't worry because you're
in an extra-security lock cell.
Look at it that way.
You're probably safer than I am.
Except from thirst and starvation.
It's got an extra-security lock on it.
You'll never get it open.
Are you going to eat me now?
Are you going to eat me now?
I heard you were cannibal-dogs.
Be notified: I'll be compelled to defend myself
with all means at my disposal.
Who told you that dirty lie?
We resorted to cannibalism on one occasion,
as a desperate survival instinct.
We ate one single dog.
His name was Fuzzball,
and he was the leader of our pack,
and he was already in a coma from starvation,
so we put him out of his... his...
所以 我们 帮助他摆脱了
His misery and...
We would have dropped dead in a week or less
without that nourishment.
We were dying. Do you judge us for that?
We only brought you here
in the first place to help you.
We've got a Master Pass-Key!
Fuzzball was his best friend.
Oh, dear. Uh, I think I offended him.
我的天 呃 我想我冒犯他了
I'm truly sorry. I had no idea.
What is this place? How long have you been here?
I can see you've been mistreated.
My name is Spots. Spots Kobayashi.
How can I be of service to you?
Master Atari-san, can you hear me?
Can you hear me, Master Atari?
You're not safe here!
You shouldn't have come for me!
I can't protect you efficiently
under these conditions!
All in favor of kicking Chief out of the pack
and never speaking to him again, say "Aye".
How did you do that? Secret tooth! Military issue!
你是怎么做到的 秘密武器 军用装备
Technically, I could do it 37 more times,
but I wouldn't be able to chew my meat!
I assume you're Spots! We've been looking for you.
I swore an oath when I assumed the responsibilities
of official bodyguard-dog to the mayoral-household!
I could never be persuaded to break that vow
for any reason whatsoever!
I'll always be loyal to you
as my only and unconditional master!
But circumstances have radically changed for me
and all the pets of Megasaki City!
I have new obligations which I never anticipated!
I've become the leader of a tribe of outcasts
who depend on me for their survival,
and I'm going to be a father!
With deepest sadness and humility:
I must ask you to relieve me of the duties of my position,
You son of a bitch.
If we don't drown, I'm going to strangle you myself.
I don't care how many exploding teeth
you try to spit-out at me.
Do you have any idea
what that little pilot just went through
to try to rescue you?
You're a stray. Yeah, so what?
You're from central Megasaki. I can tell by the accent.
You're a short-haired-Oceanicspeckle-ear/sport-hound-mix.
You were born in a storm-sewer
on Bamboo-shoot Holiday six years ago today.
I... I don't... I don't know.
I'm your older brother by five minutes.
It's been a long time, Chief.
Was... Was I the runt?
of the deaths of mayoral-ward Atari Kobayashi
and his five dog-abductors this afternoon
in a sluice channel
at the threshold of the Far-Away Cuticles.
A statement from Major-Domo, live at Brick Mansion:
The life of a promising young orphan
has been cut short before its prime.
This is a distant-uncle's worst nightmare.
Mayor Kobayashi asks for your prayers, your condolences
and your support for the diligent men and women
of the Municipal Task Force Dog-Catchers Division:
we salute you for your bravery and your ongoing commitment
to the continuing punishment of all bad-dogs.
Originally, before the volcano erupted
and an earthquake triggered the tsunami
which obliterated the facility,
there were over 250
incarcerated animals here on the premises
being experimented on against their will.
If you look closely, you may notice some of these dogs
still bear scars and markings from the research and abuse.
Actually, it's pretty obvious.
This is my mate, Peppermint.
She's pregnant with our first litter.
She was due a week ago.
the survivors of the disaster learned to cultiv...
What's he got there? What's he got there?
Biscuit-o. Biscuit-o. Biscuit-o.
I heard they don't even make them anymore.
You heard the rumor, right?
About Kobayashi Pharmaceutical.
I never heard it. What rumor?
They invented Dog-Flu.
Where do you get all these rumors?
I mean, who tells them to you?
I don't know. Anybody.
Dogs talk, and I listen. Always have.
有狗说话 我就听着 总能听到
I, uh, love gossip.
The black owl has a message.
He's come from all the way across the island.
Get him a cup of sewer-water, Chico.
Yes. We understand.
He has news from the Metropolitan Dumping-Grounds.
Metropolitan... Shh! Quiet, please.
是垃圾场 安静 谢谢
We're listening, owl. Tell us your message.
He's going to poison us.
at the moment Mayor Kobayashi is re-inaugurated,
he'll give the order,
and the extermination-process will begin.
Oracle saw the plan in her visions.
If the voters choose me again
on Re-Election Night,
I promise: a final and permanent end
to the Canine Saturation-crisis.
Every pet in the Trash Island Camp will die.
It may be too late, already;
but, if the black owl reaches you
with this message in time:
Go to Megasaki City. Find our masters.
Appeal to the people. Stop the mayor.
We're crossing the river tonight.
Begin preparations immediately.
You'll meet a bitch named Nutmeg.
Tell her Chief says: I'll see you in Megasaki.
告诉他阿头说的 我们回巨崎市 再见
Peppermint's in labor. Oh.
Come sit beside me.
Master Atari, are you willing to accept my brother Chief
as new bodyguard-dog in personal service to you,
former ward to the mayoral-household?
Chief, are you willing to accept
Atari as your direct master,
to serve and protect his safety and welfare
有勇气 忠诚 同他结下友谊
with all courage, loyalty and friendship?
Chocolate milk, cold.
Tracy Walker, Megasaki Senior High, Daily-Manifesto.
Are you Professor Watanabe's
former Assistant-Scientist, Yoko-ono-san?
Do I have it? Do I have the story?
Yes or no? On the record!
I am sorry for your loss,
but we both know: that was no suicide!
I need to prove my conspiracy-theory!
Ben is dead. No future on Trash Island.
Pull yourself together and act like a scientist!
Professor Watanabe never gave up.
Is this... Is this the serum?
The Dog-Flu cure? The Snout-fever treatment?
The end of the Canine Saturation-crisis?
Part Four: "Atari's Lantern."
There will never be a place for Dog-Flu in Megasaki City.
There will never be room
for Snout-fever in Uni Prefecture.
The time has come to put the violent, intimidating,
unsanitary bad-dogs of Trash Island
humanely to sleep.
For their own good; and also: ours.
The results are in!
Stand by for the incoming Re-Election Night tally!
小林王朝 98.6%“科学党”候选人已故 1.3%
That crook! He's stealing
the re-election again! Let's go!
This landslide re-election is a massive fraud,
and we demand a re-count!
The mayor is allowing
the unauthorized Pro-Dog student-protestors
a platform to voice their dissenting beliefs!
Mayor Kobayashi has dog's-blood
on his hands! You all do!
Atari was a hero.
Professor Watanabe was murdered.
The mayor is a crook, and I hate him.
This small minority of dog-lovers
has been sent by overseas special-interest groups
to agitate disorder and incite anarchy.
I hereby cancel and nullify
Foreign-exchange student Walker's
She will be expelled from class,
stripped of her course-credits,
and formally deported on the next direct-flight
back to Cincinnati, Ohio. Oh. Hmm.
Mayor Kobayashi has directed Major-Domo
to bring him the red button.
Holy smokes! My lungs feel clear.
My equilibrium feels balanced.
My vision is sharp as a tack for the first time in months.
Wow, that's a great serum!
Master Atari, whose death, I think we can say,
has asked to read a statement to the General Assembly.
He will then withdraw from the debate
and respond to no further questions.
of the Megasaki Senior High Daily-Manifesto:
in a series of first-rate articles
by an attractive cub-reporter on your staff,
you shine a spot-light
on the great injustice that has occurred
under the Kobayashi Administration.
I have spent much of my time in recent weeks
traveling in the company of the very kind of animals
our mayor refers to as "bad-dogs."
They are the finest living-beings
I have ever come to know
in all my dozen years on this earth.
To your readers, the good people of Megasaki,
对于读者 巨崎市的好人们 我想说
I say: the cycle of life
always hangs in a delicate balance.
Who are we, and who do we want to be?
I wrote a haiku to try to express my feelings
about the suffering dogs of Trash Island.
It is also about nature, love,
friendship, eternity, and a black owl.
友谊 永恒 还有黑色猫头鹰
I call it: Atari's Lantern.
I'll tell you later.
I dedicate this poem
to my distant-uncle, Mayor Kobayashi,
who took me in when I myself was a stray-dog
with nowhere else to turn.
Editor-Hiroshi, please extend my subscription
for an additional year.
I enclose a check in the amount of one thousand yen.
Signed, Atari Kobayashi,
former ward to the mayoral-household.
He says: "I-have-no-honor."
The mayor has just officially
unstamped the Trash Island Decree!
Major-Domo is accusing the mayor
of breaking his campaign promise!
He's steaming mad!
It's gonna be a fight!
Spit him with a tooth! I can't get a clean shot.
Too many innocent protesters. I'll be right back.
Well, the brain surgery was a complete success.
But his left kidney failed
due to the stress of the operation.
But, what about the right one?
He lost it in a train-crash three years ago.
Take my left kidney...
give it to Atari-kun.
According to a long-standing statute
unique to Uni Prefecture,
in the event of the death,
disappearance, or felony-prosecution
of the chosen candidate
on, while, during, or concurrent
with the Re-Election-Night ceremony,
all powers and authorities
vested in his or her designated office
transfer forthwith to his or her
next-of-kin and/or appointed heir.
Atari Kobayashi is the new mayor of Megasaki City!
You heard me right: Atari Kobayashi
is the new mayor of Megasaki City!
Let's hope that new kidney works.
Boy, what a night!
Life in Uni Prefecture
returned to a comfortable tranquility.
The Megasaki Dragons ended their winning streak
with a staggering loss to the Honda Goblins.
all 11 of its domestic factories-
and Puppy-Snaps resumed production
with an improved product.
Graft and political corruption
were reduced to sustainable, acceptable levels.
The Dog-Flu serum
cured every breathing-animal in the region.
Some say a few lost-dogs
continue to roam and scavenge
However, these rumors remain unconfirmed.
we all agree it should be a crime
to abuse, beat, murder
将虐狗 打狗 杀狗
or yell at any dog in Megasaki City.
That is not the question.
what is the appropriate punishment?
Exactly. And the answer is: Death Penalty.
没错 我的答案是 死刑
That seems excessive to us.
Possibly. Anyway, we should make it
at least 30 days community-service
and a fine of no less than 250,000 yen.
So how does it feel to be a former stray?
Hmm. I take it one day at a time.
Last week, I nearly be-handed
an industrial lobbyist from West Suzuki.
They had to give him a blood transfusion.
He probably had it coming.
Maybe. Learned any new tricks?
Actually, yes. Just one.
I'm supposed to be juggling
ten bowling-pins engulfed in flames
over my tail at this point,
but you just have to imagine that part.
You still against bringing puppies into this world?
I'll tell you when I get to know you better.
My friends think I like to fight,
but it's just not true.
Sometimes I lose my temper and blow off a little steam,
but I've never enjoyed it.
I'm not a violent dog.
I don't know why I bite.
I'm not attracted to tame animals.
献给小林点点 市长家的前任“保镳狗”巨崎市的人民和狗狗们 感谢他的忠诚奉献