Pete the Cat (2024 animated children's film)/Transcript

Chapter 8: Saving 200,000 Flies Heist
Citizens: (chanting): Free the flies! Free the flies!

Flyington: That is an animal testing lab. Within two hundred thousand helpless flies, all being poked and prodded by sadistic scientists!

Grumpy: Flies, you say?

Callie: Grumpy…

Flyington: I want you to rescue them. But this is a heist for flies! So, I brought something more friendly for you to wear.

(tires squeals)

Flyington: Bye!

Emma: Well, there goes our street cred.

Sally: At least it’s comfy.

Callie: All right, we need to distract that scientist. Gus, you’re up.

Gustavo: Copy that.

Callie: Okay. We’re gonna need a rope and a hook.

Grumpy: I got this one!

All: What?!

Sally: You’re volunteering?!

Emma: You've never volunteered for anything.

Grumpy: Sure I did! Right now!

Callie: Uh…

Grumpy: Throw me up there! Giddy up!

Callie: Really?

Grumpy: Yep, I’m 99% sure you can make it.

Callie: Okay.

Grumpy: Let’s do it!

Gustavo: (deep voice): Hey, there, son.

Scientist: Dad?

Gustavo: I know you’ve got an important job, but I hope you still have time for a catch with your old man.

Scientist: (gasps)

Grumpy: (groans)

Gustavo: Hey, kiddo. Grumpy: Ninety-six percent sure.

Gustavo: You’ll always be my special boy.

Grumpy: (groans) Maybe 90%.

Scientist: I’ve been waiting my entire life for this moment.

Gustavo: Okay, then. Now, go long! Grumpy: Ow! I don’t know.

Scientist: Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy! Thank you, Daddy! (laughing)

Grumpy: (thuds) Ow! Fifty? What day is it? Who am I?

Flyington: Right. The flies are locked behind a three-foot thick steel door. The only way in is through the vents.

Grumpy: I got it! Upsy-daisy! Over the filters and through the vents! Gustavo: (normal voice): I have never seen him so chipper.

Gustavo: Has he been meditating?

Grumpy: To Fly Land we… Whoa! (thuds) (grunts) (slurping)

Flies: (buzzing)

Grumpy: Oh. Toad attack.

Citizen #1: Hey, look! It’s Professor Flyington!

Flyington: Yes, that’s right. It’s me. Help has arrived. Just keep your eyes glued to that door.

Callie: (knocking) Grumpy. Come on, Grumpy, open up.

(lock clanks)

Grumpy: Relax. These doors are complicated.

Emma: Are you kidding me?! (flies buzzing)

Callie: What do you think you’re doing?! We’re supposed to save them, not eat them!

Grumpy: Well, I’d say they’ve gone to a better place. (burps, laughs)

Callie: That’s it.

Callie: Spit them out! Grumpy: Hey! (grunts)

Gustavo: We’re gonna save you whether you like it or not!

Emma: We’re saving you, stupid bugs!

Sally: Not that door! The other door!

Gustavo: Hey, hey!

(fly smashes into button)

Flyington: Any second. (yelps)

(protestors screaming)

(flies buzzing)

Flyington: (grunts)

All: (gasp)

Callie: (hesitates) It’s not what it looks like.

(alarm blaring)

Fly: (escapes Grumpy’s body) (buzzes out)

Cindy: “Trespassing, burglary, mayhem, assault with a deadly amphibian”? As if those poor insects haven’t been through enough already!

Flyington: No, Cindy! Please!

Cindy: Whoo! Okay. I’m sorry, Professor, but I’m calling the chief.

Flyington: Please. Come on.

Cindy: This experiment is over.

Flyington: Experiments take time.

Callie: You couldn’t help yourself?

Grumpy: So, I had a moment of weakness. Sue me.

Callie: That’s gonna be difficult to do from prison!

Emma: Guys! What do we do now?

Callie: Humph. Time to launch a charm offensive.

Gustavo: Oh, yeah. The full Clooney.

Callie: Madam Governor. Mommy!

Cindy: Do not Clooney me, Callie.

Callie: I see what’s going on. You think I’m still part of CatGo trying to bamboozle my way to freedom! But we’ve changed. That flower of goodness is blossoming all over the place.

Cindy: (sighs) Don’t you ever get tired of lying?

Callie: No. I mean… Fudge. That was a, that was a trick question, right?

Cindy: (sighs) I gave you an opportunity! A chance to show the world that you’re more than just a pop-singing stereotype, but… You’re too proud or too gutless to take advantage of it.

Callie: Gutless? I’m gutless?! Oh-ho-ho! I’m sorry, have we met? I’m the minor character of every Pete the Cat story! Minor until proven main! Even if by some miracle we did change, who’s gonna believe us, huh?! Of course you wouldn’t know anything about that with your Little-Miss-Perfect power suits.

Cindy: Is that so? (suddenly her ring magically appeared in her paws)

Callie: (shocked) Wait a second, what did…? How did you…?

Cindy: A mother cat and a daughter cat are not so different. Maybe they will believe you, maybe they won’t. But it doesn’t matter. Don’t do it for them. Do it for you. This is a chance to write your own story, to find a better life for you and your friends. Come on, what have you got to lose?

Callie: I don’t know. My dignity?

Cindy: Yeah, well, that ship has already sailed.

(car door opens)

(window rolls down)

Cindy: Believe it or not, I’m rooting for you, Callie.

Callie: So, you’re not gonna call the chief?

Cindy: 🙂 I’ll see you at the gala.

(somber music)

Chapter 10: The Gala of Goodness
Callie: All right, guys. This is the big one. The Golden Dolphin is inside a titanium case controlled by a randomly generated five-digit code… a code kept safe and secure inside a briefcase handcuffed to the chief of police.

Sally: She’s not messing around.

Callie: The code is only accessible with her authorized fingerprints.

Grumpy: Leave that to me.

Callie: While Grumpy gets the code, Gus will secure the fake Dolphin.

Gustavo: I like the sound of that.

Callie: Meanwhile, the rest of us plant circuit jammers.

Emma: Allowing me to hack into the power grid.

Callie: At the end of the night, we toast the professor. Blah-blah-blah, yada yada… and when I say “Flyington,” the lights go out, and we’ll have exactly four seconds to make our move.

Grumpy: The old switcheroo.

Callie: Chief hands Flyington the fake Dolphin. We get our pardon. Applause, applause, exit stage right, and by the time they realize what happened…

Callie GIF: So long, suckers!

Callie: We’ll be driving off into the sunset, legacy cemented.

All: (laugh) Emma: Nice.

Grumpy: Gotta hand it to you, buddy. You’re a real artist.

Flyington: Well, FlyGo, this is it. Good luck out there. Remember, all eyes will be on you tonight. Not me.

(woman laughs) Flyington: Friends, meet the FlyGo!

(cheering)

Grumpy: Um, this is different.

Sally: Is this a prank?

Gustavo: What’s that sound? Like screaming, but not annoyed.

Callie: All right, guys. Let’s, uh… Let’s mingle.

Emma: It’s time, baby!

Chapter 12: Callie Gets the Truth
Callie: You’re making a mistake. We didn’t do it. I know sometimes that is false, but this time it’s actually true!

Chief Lily: Ah la, la, la, la, la. Can’t hear you. Guilty, guilty, guilty!

Callie: Talk to Flyington. We’re really good now! He’ll tell you! Professor…

Tiffany: Tonight’s headline, “Change is impossible”. You should always judge a book by its cover, and all stereotypes have been affirmed.

Flyington: Stop, for goodness sake! Let me speak to them. I’m… I’m sure there’s been some misunderstanding.

(doors open)

Callie: (sighs) Professor Flyington.

Chief Lily: You’ve got five minutes. No deals this time.

(doors slam shut)

Callie: You have to help us. Tell them. Tell them we didn’t do it!

Flyington: There, there. Of course, you didn’t do it. How could you? After all, you’re such a good girl.

Old Lady: (flashback): You’re such a good girl.

Flyington: (flashback): That shiver up my spine. The wag in my tiny tail.

Chief Lily: (flashback): Arrest him!

Flyington: (flashback): What if we tried a little experiment, Cindy? As you know, my Gala of Goodness…

Tiffany: (flashback): Where the legendary Love Crater Meteorite will be on display for the first time ever.

Flyington: (flashback): All eyes will be on you tonight. Not me.

Old Lady: (flashback): You’re such a…

Flyington: (flashback in a menacing voice): Good girl.

Callie: (in normal voice and in present time): You. It was all you.

Emma: What are you talking about, Callie?

Callie: The old lady, Pete getting framed, fly training! It was all to get us here so he could steal the meteorite and let us take the fall!

Grumpy: Whoa, whoa! What old lady? And why would a fly want a meteorite anyway?

(Flyington cackling)

Gustavo: Uh, guys? He’s creeping me out.

Sally: Wait, what? What’s going on?! Someone turn me around!

Flyington: Well, well. So, you finally get it.

All: What?!

Gustavo: You stole the meteorite?!

Flyington: Oh, it’s not just a meteorite.

Sally: I told you guys it’s a butt!

Flyington: It’s not a butt! (exhales) It’s the ultimate power source.