– All right, three casual knocks, just like we practiced. Whoa, whoa. What are you doing? – Relax. She’s expecting us. – Hey, Nina. It’s Bruce and Biff for Marty. – We gotta stop barging in like this. It’s bad for business. – Hey, I printed the route. Do you see it? – Yeah. What do all the skulls stand for? We’re just walking your dog around the block. – They’re probably all places he’s buried bones. This little guy buries bones, right? – No. He’s a ninja. Didn’t you read the email? – A ninja dog? – Yeah, so make sure to keep him away from samurai areas. That’s what all the skulls mean. – Samurai? – Trust me, avoid them. Here’s the cash. Leash is on the table. I’ll be back in a bit. Take care of Marty, and don’t let him out of your sight. – Ninja dog, what’s so ninja about him? No way. – No. He’s clearly a ninja. – Not that. Look. It’s the dodeca-bag-a-heap, 12 layers of sandwich, crispy deep-fried in batter, and topped with house aioli. No one has ever finished it in one sitting, but I could. – Did you remember the bags? – W-w-w-w-what? The what? – The little blue poo bags. Marty made a mud ball. – Don’t talk poo when I’m talking food. The sandwich is sacred, man. – Sorry. – Let’s scope it out. Maybe order a pair. Ooh. Ah. – (sniffing) Mm? (snarl) – (scatting) – (shouting) – (moans) – Probably should’ve split one. – I conquered all mine. – Where’s Marty? Well? – This couldn’t have been from Marty. – The dog, his bite WAS worse than his bark. (dying groan) – Yo! – Was that the sound of a fallen samurai? – You guys didn’t see a ninja dog. Did you? – If you’re looking for something, you should split up. – Split up? – Couldn’t hurt. – What if the dog attacks? – It’s okay. Whoever isn’t being attacked will hear the other yell. It can stop it. – Will that work? – I don’t think this is working. (rustling) Marty? Huh? (deep breath) AAAAH! (groan) – Hmm, pretty abrupt yell. – More of a gasp. – I guess it wasn’t the signal. – Is that him? – Let’s check it out. – We’re with you! – It was a figure of speech. – He’ll figure it out. – Marty? – (shouting) – (snarling) – (snarling) – (both shout) Huh? Ah. – (singing) Running on rocks, balance on sticks. Carrying buckets of water. Fighting other ninjas, catching flies. Meditate. And as peace. – Bruce! (Bruce gasps) I yelled the signal! Where were you? – I found him. – Why didn’t you catch him? – I must have got lost balancing my qi. – Qi? I had to gnaw through a net for 45 minutes! (grunts) – It’s all good. My inner conscious provided a new path to catch Marty. – Great. I’ll try anything. Otherwise, Nina might want a refund. – Just throw this on. I’ll start getting his attention. – How? – The only way, by insulting his ninja honor. – Whoa! – That Biff is some incredible ninja. He makes all other ninjas really look pathetic. – It is I, Biff, the beaver ninja, master of shadow and tamer of night. – Please, I humbly ask that you take my samurai gold. I believe you are the only ninja worthy of such treasure. – (shouting) – AAH! Oof! (groaning) Oh, rival ninja. Who will I give my gold to? – I am obviously much more highly skilled. (sounds of impact) AAAAH!! – Uh… – (growls) – Hey, buddy. – (sniffing) (humming contently) – That actually worked? – Yeah, he finally calmed down. – Hey! Which one did you beat up my dad? – Kid, do any of us honestly look like we could beat up a samurai? – Huh. I guess not. You look like losers. La, la, la. – Whatever. Would losers have a huge hole of samurai gold? – Do we? Whoa, whoa, whoa. (clattering) – (grunts) Tada! – Where did all that come from? – It’s the giveaway I won for finishing my whole sandwich. I stashed it while you were meditating. – I gotta keep better track of what’s up there. – Yeah, you do!