Colonel:
[decoding the Twilight Bark]
One long howl... two short... one yip and a woof.
Seargent Tibs:
Two yips, sir.
Captain:
What's the word, Colonel?
Colonel:
It's from London.
Seargent Tibs:
Then it must be important!
Colonel:
Yes, yes, well I'll get the rest of it.
[barks, listens]
Colonel:
Sounds like a number! Three fives are thirteen...
Seargent Tibs:
Uh, that's fifteen, sir.
Colonel:
Fifteen, of course fifteen!
[listens again]
Colonel:
Yes, dot, spot, spotted puddings... poodles... no, puddles.
Captain:
[confused]
Puddles, sir?
Colonel:
Fifteen spotted puddles stolen? Oh, balderdash!
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