R.A.D.A.R.: The Adventures of the Bionic Dog (2023) - full transcript

Welcome to Dogedin.

Well, technically,

it's Dunedin,

but as you can see,

our town might be small,

but our love for dogs is big.

Of course, it's the perfect

small town now,

but perfect can get

a little boring,

and that's how this summer

was starting to look.

But boy, were we wrong.

Everything changed

when a very special dog

showed up:

My dog Radar.

Uh, don't you mean

our dog?

Fine, our dog.

This is Kylie.

This summer we got to see Radar

do all kinds of cool stuff.

- Like...

- Gabe, don't give away

the story!

Sorry. Let's just start

at the beginning.

I guess it all started

with these two geniuses.

Jeez Louise, Doc.

Couldn't you take the ramp?!

At last!

At last, Dobbins!

Glorious,

delectable freedom!

For over a year

I was languishing

in that infernal cesspool,

finger painting and making

popsicle stick houses

whilst hoping,

yearning, dreaming

for this stupendous moment

where my flesh can roam

as free as my genius intellect.

I still

can't believe it worked, Doc!

Broad daylight?

Well, everyone escapes

at night.

But daytime?

No one will see that coming.

You must remember,

Dobbins.

The obvious is reserved

for simpletons.

Mm-hmm.

Run!

You must be the new chief.

Yes. Joe Ramey.

Sebastian Fleming,

the mayor of Dunedin.

- Just like the picture.

- Uh, yeah.

Ethel!

Come on out

and meet the new chief!

- That's the new chief?

- Mm-hmm.

I have girdles

older than him.

Cursed with a baby face.

Come on now, Ethel, be nice.

He's come all the way

from Miami.

- We're lucky to have him.

- Miami?

Why on God's green Earth

would you come here?

Ethel is your secretary,

receptionist and dispatch,

all rolled

into one saucy person.

Wow. I have not seen

one of those in a while.

We got this

just last month.

Brand new fax machine.

Huh. They escaped yesterday

from the prison

for the criminally insane,

apparently.

Ugh. They want us

to put 'em up.

I'm gonna go make copies.

Great. I'll get one

of the officers on it

right away.

Officers?

Yes.

Where is everyone else,

by the way?

It's just you

and me, sweetheart.

Look, I know this operation

is probably smaller

than you're used to,

and you might be saying

to yourself right now,

"Oh, my God.

What did I get myself into?

My life is over,

all my dreams are crushed."

But Dunedin grows on you...

or so they say.

And you get used

to the quiet,

after a while.

Trust me. Quiet is good.

Outstanding. Okay, time

to start the day.

Make sure you put those up.

How dangerous

could these jokers be?

Ah, home, sweet home!

Here, within these walls,

we shall commune

with science itself

to create that

which has never been created!

Cool.

Your response is overwhelming.

Come, let's see

to fruition the brainchild

which has taken me years

to birth.

Oh, good thinking, Doc.

I'm starving.

Oh, it's not food.

Here, within this icy chamber,

lies a one-way ticket to riches

beyond our wildest dreams.

Well, mine anyway.

Behold, Dobbins.

When I'm finished with her,

she'll be the greatest thing

that's ever walked the planet!

How's a dead dog

gonna do that?

She's not dead!

She's frozen...

in time!

I relieved her

from a shelter

just before they got me

on tax fraud.

Tax fraud? I thought it was

because you went insane.

- Hmm. A technicality,

Dobbins.

A mere technicality.

Oh, they laughed at me

at medical school...

they laughed at me at MIT.

They even laughed at me

at my needlepoint class.

But I will show them.

I will teach them.

I will teach them all!

It's alive!

It's alive!

Whoa! She looks like

a real dog!

Well, of course

she looks real!

We don't want her to arouse

any suspicion.

Her mannerisms and appearance

must seem natural.

Oh, yes,

she's my perfect creation

and I am her Frankenstein.

Well, wouldn't she be

Frankenstein?

No, you fool.

I'm Frankenstein.

I'm pretty sure

the monster is Frankenstein.

Geez, read a book, Doc.

I refuse to argue Gothic

literature with an imbecile.

What are we

going to name her?

We?!

I am going to name her...

Dog.

- That's no fun.

- I didn't build her for fun.

I built her to find

undiscovered pirate treasure.

She's a R.A.D.A.R.

A Remote Activated

Doubloon Acquiring Rex.

What's a doubloon?

Spanish gold!

Beautiful Spanish gold!

And the coast of Florida

is littered with it!

And all these gadgets on her

are gonna help us find it?

Correct. And not only

can she understand English,

she can connect

to any cellular device

and communicate via text.

Whoa! Really?

Yes. The dog can text.

Hardly a stroke

of inventive genius.

Any five-year-old

can do that.

Okay, so, Dog,

what do you think of the name

of Lady Cecily Von Finglesworth?

Dobbins,

let's keep it simple.

Her name is Dog.

She says "Call me what

you wish, Master."

He is not your master.

I am your master.

And I make the rules,

and your name is Dog!

Now, Dog, are you ready

to make me rich?

"Yes, Master."

Good girl.

Mother would be so proud.

Well, that's it,

it's been a long day.

Our training

begins tomorrow.

Uh, Doc...

I-I-I feel bad

leaving her here all alone.

Oh, come on, Dobbins!

She doesn't have

any feelings.

It's not like she's

a real dog at all.

Come on,

it's been a long day.

So, what have you

got planned

for the summer?

- Not much.

- Same.

I might help my mom at the café,

but there's no point, really.

It's usually empty.

Oh, my God. She makes

the best desserts.

Yeah. Too bad there's hardly

anyone around to eat them.

Tell me about it.

This place is a ghost town,

only not nearly as cool,

'cause there's no ghosts.

Hm. Yeah.

See ya tomorrow?

Maybe we can look

for sea glass or something.

Yay.

Now, Dog, today is

your first day of training.

I have hidden a doubloon

somewhere within these walls.

- Your job is to retrieve it.

- Oooh. Like hide and seek.

I love hide and seek.

I used to play

hide and seek

with my family.

They still

haven't found me.

Quelle surprise.

Swiftly moving on.

Now once her training

is complete,

I will instruct her to go find

the largest cache of doubloons

in America.

- Just like that?

- Yes.

No fancy code word

or Bat-signal?

Just "Dog, go find the

largest cache of doubloons in

America".

Whoa! She's really fast!

Well done, Dobbins!

Now we lost her!

We'll just use

the tracking device.

Tracking device?

Well,

she's a bionic dog.

I mean, surely

you put one in her...

Didn't you?

Oh, shut up,

Dobbins!

Um...

There's my boy.

How was your last day

of school?

- Excited about your summer?

- Totally.

Well, I had another busy day

at the cafe.

Not just one

or two customers,

but three!

Can you believe it?

Things will pick up.

What?

There's something

I need to talk

to you about.

You know hard things

have been on us

these past few years since...

- Since Dad.

- Yes.

Let's face it.

This town is

on its last legs,

and I don't know

what else to do, but...

You know

how much I love it here,

but I think it's time

to sell the diner and move.

Move?!

This is our home!

I know.

I don't want to either,

but we'd be moving in

with grandma

in a bigger town,

with more opportunities and...

Wait a minute.

I thought you hated it here?

I do, but Ky--

Maybe we can move

some place close

and I can bring you here

once a month for a visit.

- That'd be nice, right?

- No! This is so unfair!

This is more than unfair!

This is just... ugh!

I wish you were here, Dad.

Gabe? Can I come in?

Yeah.

Please don't be mad at me.

You know if there was

any other way...

I miss him too.

Every day.

Remember when he and I

used to sit in here

and tell you stories?

Your favorite was

of your great-great-

grandfather Ray Bernard,

who used to search

for pirate treasure.

They all thought he was crazy

to buy that plot of land,

but he was convinced

that under the property

was the treasure of notorious

pirate Silver-Tooth Sally.

Seven days a week

he dug in the dirt,

looking

for the long-lost jewel.

And then one day,

he never came back.

Some wondered if he'd found

he sapphire

and just left

his old life behind him,

but others wondered

if he met with an accident

while digging.

Either way, neither he

or the sapphire

have ever been found.

Don't you think

I'm a little too old

for these stories now, Mom?

Maybe our family's

just cursed.

No, no, hey.

We've just had a string

of bad luck,

which means we're due

for some good luck soon.

Kylie! Does your dad

still have

that metal detector?

- All this land used to belong to your family?

- Yeah.

My great-great grandmother

sold it after her husband

disappeared.

- All right. Let's say it is

real, this Sapphire of...

- Savoy?

Savoy.

It's been gone for, like,

hundreds of years.

Do you really think we're going

to find it just digging around

in the dirt?

Look. If you don't want

to do this...

What I don't want is for you

to have to move.

If we find it,

I won't have to.

- What is that?

- I don't know.

Oh my God, I think

I see something.

What is it?

- It's a...

- What?

Bottle cap.

It's okay,

we'll just keep... Gabe.

No.

You're right.

This was a stupid idea.

If my great-great grandfather

couldn't find it

after all this time,

what makes me think

that I can?

Don't worry.

We'll think of something.

I just wish he could

give me a sign, you know?

Just a hint

of where it might be.

When did you get here?

Aww. She doesn't like

that you're sad.

Good dog.

Hi, girl.

Hey, I recognize this hat.

This is my great-great

grandfather's hat.

I've seen it

in his picture before.

Where did she get this?

I think she wants us

to follow her.

- Let's go!

- Come on!

Oh, my God! This must be

where my great-great

grandfather used to dig.

Did you happen to see

any blue sapphires

while you were digging

in that dirt?

I wonder

if she has an owner.

Check out her collar.

It just says Radar.

No address,

no phone number, nothing.

Radar, I wish

I could keep you,

but Mom would kill me.

I've gotta get home.

Let's try this spot

tomorrow.

I mean, if she found

my great-great

grandfather's hat,

maybe there's

a sapphire down there too.

Well, we didn't get

the sapphire today,

but she's a lot cuddlier.

Yeah.

What happened to you?

You're absolutely filthy.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

- She won't stop following me.

- Oh, sure.

Gabe, look, you know

I love dogs,

but we just can't.

The last thing we need

is a dog to feed

and take to the vet.

But look what she found!

What's that?

Kylie and I went digging out

for the Sapphire of Savoy,

and we...

Well, Radar found this hat.

And we think it might

be your great grandfather's.

And if it is his,

then that means

that we might be

getting closer to finding

the Sapphire of Savoy.

Well...

I doubt it's his hat,

but it does look a lot like it.

I'll take it to Artie today.

He loves old stuff like this.

Now you get upstairs and get

cleaned up, young man,

and say goodbye

to your friend.

But Mom...

Oh, my God!

Oh... Oh, my God!

I can't believe it.

What is it?

I think you found

the Sapphire of Savoy.

Hey! Debbie!

What brings you in?

I'm here to see Chief.

Oh, well, just a moment.

I'll get him for you.

Hey, Chief!

I forgot we had

a new police chief.

I'm Chief Joe.

Joe Chief.

I mean, I'm Chief Ramey.

He's from Miami.

He got a big award there for heroism.

I Google things!

What can I do for you...?

- Uh, Debbie.

- Debbie.

Well, the kids were out

digging around that property

that my grandma donated

and they found this.

I don't believe it.

- It-it can't be.

- Can't be what?

What is it?

It's the Sapphire of Savoy.

- Uh...

- Um...

Okay...

long story short,

a pirate

named Silver-Tooth Sally

stole a famous jewel,

the Sapphire of Savoy,

and it was rumored

that she hid it

off the coast of Dunedin.

But I found it!

- Mm-hmm.

- Well, she did.

Cute dog.

Now look. I don't want

to burst your bubble.

I mean, regardless,

this looks very cool,

- this Sapphire of McCoy.

- Savoy.

Savoy.

But the odds of you finding

something like this,

if it even exists...

I hate saying

something like this,

but don't you think

it's a little bit more likely

that someone hid

some fake sapphire there

just to play a mean joke?

I mean...

It is a famous legend here,

like you guys said.

Doesn't hurt to check.

I mean, you're not busy.

- Not in this town.

- True enough.

We should call Artie.

He would know.

- Artie?

- Um...

He runs the pirate museum

down the block.

He used to be

a professor in Tampa.

Or was it Tallahassee?

It was somewhere.

Anyway, he specializes

in this kind of thing.

All right, then.

Let's call Artie.

Just don't get

your hopes up, okay?

Artie...

the displays

haven't changed here

in 30 years.

I don't have anything

to change them with.

Artifacts, at least

those worth seeing,

cost money.

Now, maybe if I had

a benefactor

- who could donate...

- Oh, Artie.

Nobody is going to donate

any expensive artifacts

to a silly pirate museum.

Plastic!

Oh, Artie, I'm sorry.

That was out of line.

But we gotta do something!

This town is dying.

How-- what if we just...

re-labeled a few things?

Re-labeled?

You know,

put a spin on them.

A spin?

Like...

not lie, but...

kinda lie.

Mayor, I don't think

I'd be very comfortable

doing something like...

Yarrrrr!

Dunedin Pirate Museum.

They found what?!

Well, is it the Sapphire

of Savoy or not?

Well, there's

no concrete evidence

that the Sapphire of Savoy

was hidden in Dunedin...

even if it existed at all.

Now legends are tricky...

and I only deal in...

facts.

And the fact is, this here is

a genuine and flawless sapphire!

Really?

Really?

- Aww.

- Good girl.

I must confess,

I am absolutely stunned!

Oh, my God!

Oh, boy, you really

saved this town!

We did?

- Yes!

- You bet!

You just found

pirate treasure!

- We need to call

the local news...

- Yeah!

No, no, the national news!

The-- No, global!

The whole world!

Okay, with this sapphire,

I can put Dunedin

back on the map!

Tourists will start

coming back!

We-we can do

a-a-a pirate festival

like we used to do!

- Yeah! Yeah!

- You'll love that.

Oh, that's a good idea!

I wonder if I still

have my old corset.

I was quite the saucy

bar wench back in my day.

Yes! A festival celebrating

this discovery is exactly

what we need!

Don't forget

about Radar.

She's the real hero.

She found the sapphire.

That's one heck of a dog

your kid has right there.

Yes.

- Yes, it is.

- - Yeah, she's a good girl.

Thank you. Thank you

so very much. Thank you.

Welcome to a very, very,

very special afternoon.

I, of course, am mayor

Sebastian Fleming,

but you already know that.

Whatcha doin', Doc?

I'm cross-referencing

algorithms,

statistics and odds

of treasure locations

throughout America

to determine what route

that mangy mutt may have taken.

With that data, I'll input it

into the circumnavigator

and should be able to make

an educated guess

as to the location of Dog.

Huh?

Oh, forget it.

I doubt your feeble mind

can grasp

the intricacies

of geographical statistics

and plausibility

calculations.

What?!

I'm trying to find

this stupid dog,

which is more

than what you're doing,

you thick-witted,

imbecilic addle pate!

Oh... Okay.

Hey, Doc?

Is that the same--

is that the same--

I'm working here, Dobbins!

Working!

Dunedin is

a town rich in history.

We were once known

for being one

of the most notorious

pirate havens in the region.

Argh!

And we continue

that tradition today,

albeit in a more

family-friendly way

by having one

of the most toured

pirate museums

in all of Florida.

We also used to host

an annual pirate festival,

which I am very pleased

to say,

we will be doing

again very soon.

Piracy was so prevalent

in Dunedin back in the day

that gold doubloons

are still found

among our beaches.

But I must confess,

we never thought

a treasure like this

would be discovered

on our shores.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I present to you...

the Sapphire of Savoy!

Yes... Starting today,

we will be showcasing

this beauty

at our world-renowned

pirate museum!

Which one of you found

the Sapphire of Savoy first?

Neither, actually.

- It was Radar.

- Can you believe it?

It was the boy's dog!

The boy's dog

found the sapphire!

Now that is what I call

a man's best friend!

Uh...

Doc, I really think

you need to look at this.

What is it, Dobbins?!

What is it?!

Actually, I found it...

- The dog.

- It's Dog!

Right in front of you

the whole time

and you didn't even notice!

- Well, I-I--

- Shh!

And you mom let you keep him?

Well, if no owner

steps forward,

you bet I'll let him

keep the dog.

Well, listen,

after what she found,

if you guys don't want her,

I'll certainly take her!

- Right?

- She's mine,

- you yappy local yokel!

- Yes, yes.

It must be said

that these kids, and, um...

- Radar.

- Radar, yes.

I'm sorry,

Radar, of course,

they have breathed

new life into Dunedin!

And we welcome everyone

to come visit our town,

see the Sapphire of Savoy,

and have lunch

at the Wild Iris Café,

owned by our very own

Debbie Iris,

the mother of Gabe here.

So, who knows?

You might even find

your own treasure

on the beaches

of beautiful Dunedin.

Group photo! Group photo!

Come, Dobbins.

We must traverse to that

nonentity mildewy town

to retrieve that

which is ours!

I don't know, Doc.

Seems like

a really nice place,

and the pirate museum

seems kinda cool!

Shut up, Dobbins.

We have a dog to catch.

And a sapphire to pilfer.

Here you go, Radar.

I don't care what you say,

vanilla's the best flavor.

Looks like Radar

agrees with you.

Aww...

Is that your mom?

- It just says "Yes."

- Yes, what?

"Yes, I agree with you."

What? Who's sending this?

Well, you did just say

Radar agrees that vanilla

is the best.

Yeah, right.

What's your problem?

Did she just...

No! She couldn't have...

Could she?

- You gonna to get it?

- You get it!

Heck, no! You get it!

It's your phone!

It says,

"Yes. I did text."

Nu-uh. Someone's

pulling a prank.

Okay. Forget

the phone for now.

If she can text us,

then she can

understand us, right?

Radar, smile!

What is she?

- I don't know.

- Ask her.

Why is it always me?

She says she's bionic.

Bionic? What's that?

Whoa!

Oh, my God.

My dog is a superhero!

Come here, girl!

And that's okay?

Your dog can text and open up

and this isn't weird at all?

No, it's not weird!

It's freakin' awesome!

All right, yes,

having a "super dog"

is cool and all,

but think about it.

I doubt she was born that way.

She was made that way.

What's your point?

My point is,

if you made a bionic dog,

wouldn't you want it back?

Now that disobedient monster

has escaped us.

We need to find something,

a vehicle of some sort

that's large enough

to contain her

once we catch her.

A van maybe,

or a truck of some sort.

- Doc...

- Something large enough...

- Doc.

- What?!

Oh...

I didn't take

high school shop

for nothing.

Act like it's yours.

Doc, get in.

See if there's any keys.

Oh, the trusty clipean left

the keys inside.

You drive, Dobbins.

We have a new mission now.

First, we retrieve Dog,

and then the sapphire.

Yeah, but the kid has the dog

and the town has the sapphire.

Dog will always

be loyal to her creator.

And with her help,

fetching the sapphire

from these village idiots

will be elementary at best.

Ah, there's the museum.

Find somewhere inconspicuous

for us to park.

Perfect place, Dobbins.

It's

about 7,000 square feet

on the roof.

- Hello, welcome to Dunedin.

- Thanks!

Naturally, of course,

the sapphire itself

will be in a-- probably be

in a protective case,

- and under armed guard.

- Hmm.

This will, no doubt,

be a challenge.

Hmm...

My God, Dobbins!

This is going to be

easier than I thought.

Uh, Doc?

In fact, I'm feeling

a bit crestfallen.

Uh, Doc.

I really wanted

a bit of a challenge.

- Doc.

- What is it, Dobbins?!

Oh.

What are we going to do?

We're going to quickly

and quietly go back

to the camper.

Don't make any eye contact,

keep your head down,

and distort your face

so you won't be recognized.

I can feel people

looking at us.

Are they looking at us?

- No one is looking at us.

- Are you sure?

If they're looking,

it's because they're seeing

a grown man crying.

- I can't help it.

- Cease your whimpering.

- I'm trying!

- Oh!

Pull yourself together,

you miserable sack!

Get in!

- Oooh! Look!

- What?! What is it?!

- Pie!

- Pie?! You ingrate!

Ow! What?

And look

who's serving it!

Oh, yeah. Hey, hey,

didn't we see her on TV?

- She's the boy's mother.

- Oh.

All we have to do

is follow her home

and she'll lead us to Dog.

Then, Dog will help us

get our sapphire.

Well, this is

a nice surprise.

How can I help you, Chief?

Call me Joe, please.

Joe.

Well, I heard you have

the best key lime pie

this side of Key West,

so I thought I should

stop by and give it a try.

Mm. Great.

You prefer indoors

or outdoors?

Al fresco, please.

Right this way.

"This beautiful museum

is housed..."

Could you please

show some initiative

and help with surveillance?

Dobbins?

Dobbins,

what are you reading?!

It's a pamphlet

about the pirate museum.

- Oh.

- Yeah, I printed it out

before we left.

- It's actually

pretty cool. Yeah.

- This is great. May I see it?

This is so empowering.

She has no idea

we're watching her.

Yeah. I mean, this is better

than anything in Key West.

Well, thanks, Joe.

This one's on the house.

Hey, do you ever get out?

I-I mean, for dinner.

Uh, not really.

Taking care of Gabe

and running the diner,

it's just not a lot

of time, you know.

And Gabe's father is...

He passed away

a few years ago.

Afghanistan.

I'm so sorry.

Yeah, it was

a difficult time,

especially for Gabe.

I'm sorry. What were we

talking about?

Um,

I... I was just wanting

to know...

I mean...

I understand

if you don't want to...

I understand...

I mean...

Ahem. Would you like to go

to dinner with me?

Oh! Um...

Sorry, that was awful timing.

Never mind, I'm...

Sure!

- Really?

- Mm.

Uh, great.

Uh, dinner tomorrow,

Casa Tina?

You can fill me in

on the whose

and wheres of the town.

Yeah, yeah, all right.

Just let me see if I can find

a babysitter for Gabe.

With all these wanted

posters around,

it just has me a little

paranoid, you know?

I can ask Ethel.

I'm sure she'd be

more than happy to help.

- Really?

- Sure.

Come on.

It'll do you good.

- Meet me at seven?

- Sounds like a plan.

Okay.

Hey, Larry.

Dishes are washed.

Napkins, salt and pepper

re-stocked for you.

Can you hold down the fort

until Ruth arrives?

She's running a little late.

- Sure thing, Deb.

Anything to help.

- Thanks.

- It's a cop.

- Ah, yes.

A provincial lawman.

Looks like he walked out

of a hacky movie of the week.

I'm sure he's

a bona fide

Clint Eastwood.

And, hey,

be careful going home.

I saw a bunch of flyers

about some escaped nut jobs

out there.

It's just a short walk home.

I'm sure I can survive that.

All right, bye-bye.

There she goes.

Follow her.

Why can't you come over?

My mom says

as soon as I'm done

cleaning my room,

I can head back.

That's gonna

take you hours

to clean that mess.

We need to form a game plan

on how to hide Radar's identity.

Sorry, but I haven't cleaned

my room in two days.

That's only two days'

worth of mess?

Dang, and I thought

girls were clean.

Shut up.

Follow her closely,

Dobbins.

But not too closely, else

we shall arouse suspicion.

Ah, okay.

Now what?

Reconnaissance, Dobbins.

Reconnaissance.

What do you see

through the binos, Doc?

I see the thermal images

of two people--

an adult, and a child...

and a canine.

I wonder if it's

Lady Cicely Von Finklesworth?

I'm so glad your mom

decided not to move.

Me too. Oh!

Some TV show people

called her

and they want to do

a reality show

where they dig

where we found the sapphire

to see if there's any more

treasure down there.

They think

since there's a sapphire,

there's gotta be more

treasure to find.

Time is of the essence.

We strike now.

Broad daylight again?

Oh, the prison break

was a fluke.

Besides, this time I have

an even better trick

up my sleeve.

Oh, my God, you're going

to be on TV?!

That's so cool!

Can I be on TV?

Sure, if she decides

to do it.

They want to put a spin on it

to where the treasure is cursed

or haunted or something.

Is it?

No, but they think it'd be

more interesting that way.

She thinks it's weird

to make up stuff.

She doesn't know

if she's going to do it.

And it is pretty lame

to make up ghosts.

I'll pretend to be afraid

of ghosts if I get to be on TV.

I don't care.

I'm worried about Radar

getting too much press.

The more she's on TV,

the bigger the odds

of her creators

coming and getting her.

Now, if anyone stops us,

just say we're investigating

a report of Japanese murder

hornets in the area.

Got it.

What about the kids?

What are we gonna do

when they see us climbing

through the window?

Gas 'em.

Oh, fear not, Dobbins.

It just renders them

unconscious long enough

for us to get Dog back

and retrieve the sapphire.

Right there.

Perfect.

- Was that Radar growling?

- Yeah.

I can't do heights, Doc.

I just can't!

I just can't!

You're literally

two feet off the ground!

Oh, come on, Dobbins!

We don't have time

for your acrophobia.

Get down!

There's spiders too?

That's arachnophobia,

you ninny!

I think she hears something.

Would you just get down

and let me do it?!

I can't move.

I'm too scared.

You're afraid to go up,

and you're afraid to come down!

Do not yell at me.

You are just making it worse.

What is it, Radar?

She says her creators

are outside,

and they're bad people!

Well, what do I do?

Call the cops, genius!

But if the cops find out

she's bionic,

they might take her away!

Look, Doc! It's her!

Excellent! She senses

her master's presence.

Come here, girl. That's right.

You know who you belong to.

Now come to your master.

What are you doing?

Ow! Ow!

No! No!

No!

Hmm.

Get the ladder,

and let's get outta here.

Gabe? Gabe!

- Come on! Hurry up!

- I'm coming!

Radar, what happened?!

Oh, my God!

Radar! Come on!

Are you there? Gabe!

Phew! That was close.

Radar ran them off.

- You think they'll be back?

- I don't know.

But I do know...

is I'm not gonna give up

Radar without a fight.

And I'll never let them

take you. You're family now.

What did she say?

She says that we're

her family too.

Aww.

Well,

that didn't go well.

What an astute observation,

Dobbins.

I had no idea you held

such vast powers

of perception.

Maybe we can go back

with some treats.

Hmph. Only if they're laced

with strychnine.

Turn here, Dobbins.

I need a moment

to soothe my nerves

and re-strategize.

That Judas Iscariot, mangy,

good-for-nothing mutt!

How dare she betray me?!

I told you

we should've given her

a real name.

Shut up.

Doc! Doc,

someone's headed

this way!

Oh, my goodness.

A local yokel who is taking

a stroll on a public beach.

Whatever shall we do,

Dobbins?

No, but what if he

recognizes us?

Here.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

Dr. Vanhook, I presume?

And you must be Dobbins.

Run!

Get out of my way!

But where

are we running? But--

To the sea, Dobbins!

To the sea!

Uh, wait--

But it's cold!

I want to make a deal!

What kind of deal?

I'm assuming you're here

for the sapphire,

and seeing as how you tried

to break into that kid's home--

yes, I have been

following you--

I'm assuming you were planning

on kidnapping the kid

in exchange for the jewel.

Actually,

we were just try--

Who are you,

and what do you want?

I'm the Mayor,

and what I want is out.

Go on.

I have a plan,

a plan that could be

beneficial to both parties.

I'm intrigued.

Please. Come into my office.

- Good morning, Miami!

- Good morning, Ethel.

What is this?

Breakfast.

What did you do?

What do you want?

Nothing! Geez!

I've raised five boys.

When you do something nice,

it's because you did

something bad,

or you want something.

Now I can't imagine you

doing anything bad,

so I'm going to go

with you want something.

It's called

being nice, Ethel.

Mm-hmm.

Okay, then.

You hear anything

about those escaped convicts?

Nope.

Hm. Okay.

Oh, one more thing.

Here it comes.

What do you want?

Nothing.

I don't want anything!

It's Debbie. She needs

a babysitter tonight

for Gabe.

Why on earth

would Debbie need a--

Oh, you and Debbie!

So? Will you do it?

Of course. That poor girl

could use a night out.

- Thank you, thank you,

thank you!

- Okay, okay, okay...

- Just save that for your date!

- Thank you so much!

Go on.

They're obviously bad guys,

like Radar said,

else they would've just

knocked on the door

and asked for her back.

Well, whoever it was,

they'll definitely be back.

But why did they make her?

Doubloons?

That's it! They must have

sent her here

for pirate treasure,

and she found the sapphire.

This is getting

bigger and bigger.

Maybe we should

call the cops.

No! If they find out

she's bionic,

they're gonna turn her over

for the CIA to do experiments

and stuff.

They're not going to let a kid

keep a bionic dog.

True, but even

if we manage

to keep Radar,

what if they take

the sapphire?

Then the town is bust again,

and you'll have to move!

Ugh! You're right.

What do we do?!

- Radar!

- Radar!

Radar!

Thank God she's bionic!

You're right!

Kylie! I just got an idea!

But we're gonna have

to wait 'til tonight.

Ugh! Radar,

that's totally impossible!

You're using a cheat code!

That's so unfair!

Gabe, can I talk

to you for a minute?

Sure, Mom. What's up?

Kylie, can you

give us a moment?

Sure. You look

really pretty.

Oh. Thank you.

Radar, you want a treat?

Am I doing the wrong thing?

Huh?

This date. I shouldn't be

going on this date, should I?

I don't know.

I feel bad.

Mom, I'll be fine tonight.

I'm not a baby.

No, no, it's not that.

It's just I...

I feel like I'm not

being faithful

to your father.

Mom, don't.

Dad would want you

to be happy.

And I want you

to be happy too.

It's kinda weird

seeing my mom go on a date,

but I'll get used to it.

Oh, you're a trooper.

And Kylie was right.

You do look really pretty.

Oh.

She's here.

- Hey!

- Hi!

- Wow! You look great!

- Oh, thank you.

- Hey, kids!

- Hey!

Okay, so I am headed out.

Miss Ethel here is going

to babysit you.

Babysit? Mom, but I'm

nearly 12 and Kylie

is here, and--

Uh-uh-uh. No buts.

It's settled.

There are two escaped convicts

running around here.

We're not taking any chances.

All right, I have my phone

if you need anything,

and don't answer the door

for anyone that you don't know.

Mama, they'll be fine.

If I can handle

five wild boys,

- I can handle these two.

- Okay.

All right. So you

just go on out...

- Bye!

- ...and have fun. Go.

- Bye-bye.

- Bye, bye, bye. Bye.

So... Who wants

to play poker?

You kids today!

All about computer games

and God knows what else.

What you need is some good

old-fashioned know-how. Yeah.

That's what my grandfather

taught me.

Hey. What have you

got for me, girl?

We need to get rid of Ethel

for a while.

And I'm talking way, way back,

the old chief,

and I call him old

because I think he was

a friend of Abe Lincoln's.

That's perfect.

So, he's looking at this man

who has hair down

to his backside,

and he says,

"Ma'am, I think you would

probably want to shave

before you go to court."

- What? Did someone

cut the cheese?

She'll be okay.

Come on. Let's go.

No time to lose!

Now, I want you

to turn right.

Uh, my right,

or your right?

Oh, just park somewhere!

Yes! This will be

sufficient.

Just pull up and park

by the, uh, refuse up ahead.

- Where?

- The dumpster, Dobbins.

Oh, yes. Right here.

What do you see, Radar?

- All clear. Okay.

Let's go!

Now, the mayor said

he disabled the cameras,

so there should be no trail

leading to us.

I can't believe we're gonna

split the money with him.

Ha! That's what that fool

thinks.

There's no honor

among thieves, Dobbins.

No, no, no, no, no.

Once we have the sapphire

in our clutches,

we will quickly abscond,

and we'll be on our way.

But he could tell

everybody that it was us.

- Ah, not without showing

his complicity.

- Oh...

We just need him

to keep his mouth shut

long enough

so that we can get

the sapphire,

and we'll be on our way

and home free.

Now the mayor told me

he would leave this door

unlocked.

Plan B. My bag.

If we had that turncoat

of a dog,

we wouldn't need

these crude instruments.

- The window? Smash it.

- Oh.

Doc?

You okay, doc?

I don't know

what just happened,

but I'm blaming you.

Can you get us in?

Ugh... "One second."

- Whoa! You make keys?!

- Awesome!

Come on!

Help me up.

Forget the window.

We'll find another way in.

Don't tell me

we're too late.

- Quick! Hide!

- Here. Put these on.

You must be new.

They make 'em better

every year.

That was close.

They must've stored

the sapphire somewhere else.

She's got the scent.

Come on.

Did you hear

something, Radar?

That way.

- It's them.

- The safe!

We gotta hurry.

Can you get

us in, Radar?

Got it.

Turn right.

Stop.

What happened?

Batteries are out.

You didn't put

new batteries in it?

How was I supposed to know

the batteries were old?

Forget it! We'll do it

in the dark. In and out.

Hurry up, Radar!

Turn left.

What?!

That dust-covered ingrate

must have locked it up

somewhere,

and that inept mayor

failed to mention

where the safe was.

Let's go check upstairs.

Turn right.

Stop. Open.

This way!

She says grab her.

At last, Dobbins!

The prize is mine!

- Don't you laugh at me!

- I-I wasn't laughing!

- Don't you laugh at me!

- I-I wouldn't--

Don't you laugh at me!!

Ow! That hurt!

Good!

That. Was. Awesome!

Totally!

I'm telling you,

I didn't laugh, Doc.

Oh, I deserve

to be laughed at!

This has been

such a failure of epic,

monumental proportion,

I have half a mind to turn

myself in to the authorities

for incompetence.

You peed yourself too?

- Not incontinence!

- Okay.

Dobbins, shut your trap

before I throttle you again.

Just rotten luck

is all, Doc.

No such thing.

I was outfoxed

by that covetous mayor

who took us

off the trail

just long enough

so that he could

pilfer the sapphire

and blame us for it. Ugh!

You don't think that's

the kids, do you?

Oh, yes. Some juveniles

from Podunk, Nowhere

outsmarted me

and stole the sapphire?

Not likely!

Use your head, Dobbins!

- I wonder what they're doing

over there, then.

- What?

They're headed home,

where they think

they'll be safe and sound.

This is going to be

like taking candy from a baby.

Well, what about Dog?

Oh, I'm more than prepared

for Dog this time.

Once we're in range,

it's night-night, doggie.

Hmm...

We'll wait till light.

Mm-hmm.

The mother will be at work,

and they'll be home alone.

And that's when we strike!

Let's call the mayor

and tell him

there's been a delay.

So, the plan is,

Radar will make us

invisible again,

then we can sneak

into the museum

and leave the sapphire.

- Got it.

- - Hold it right there!

I want what is mine,

and I want it now!

This is your last chance,

kiddies,

or you can say

"goodbye, Lassie"!

Fine. We'll give you

the sapphire.

But you leave

Radar alone.

Radar! Cool name.

Be silent!

It's a terrible name.

- So, it's a deal?

- Sure. Why not?

Who needs

a disloyal dog anyway?

Ha ha ha!

- Oh...

- Oh!

Oh, you poor, dimwitted,

trusting children.

Bye, bye, doggie!

No!

You forgot to put batteries

in it, didn't you?

Gabe! Grab the bag!

Run!

- Get after them!

- Okay!

No! To the truck!

Hey, I got your text

to come over.

- What's going on?

- I'm so sorry, Debbie,

someone has stolen

the sapphire.

- What?

- Chief, this is a disaster.

A disaster!

We'll never see

that sapphire again,

or the people who took it!

I'm not so sure about that.

What do you mean?

Well, the cameras

weren't rolling.

I think it might've been

an inside job.

And if it was an inside job,

then that means

the criminal might be closer

than we'd like to think.

Inside job?!

That's crazy talk!

This is Dunedin.

We're- we're a quiet little town

full of law-abiding citizens.

No. No.

We have to accept

the facts, okay?

It is lost.

The sapphire is lost,

outsiders took it

and we're never gonna see it

or hear from them ever again.

Oh, my God! Gabe!

Idiots!

- Confound it, Dobbins!

- We lost them, Doc!

If you weren't driving

like a geriatric going

to an early bird special,

none of this

would've happened!

I can't help it!

The speed limit is only 25!

We don't observe speed limits.

We're villains, for God's sake!

Now drive!

Wait, wait! Chief,

Chief, Chief, hold on!

Chief! Chief!

Hold on. Listen.

- Maybe you should wait

for backup.

- I'll be his backup.

- What?

- This could be dangerous.

- Listen to him!

It could be dangerous!

- My son's out there!

- Yeah, but backup's

important for--

- Drive!

Wait, you guys-- I--

I'll follow you!

Onward, Dobbins!

They couldn't have gone far.

Thieving miscreants!

Faster, Dobbins!

Puttering cyclists!

Out of the way!

I think we lost them.

Okay. Let's go.

They found us!

Radar! Do Something!

What happened?

This is intolerable!

Well, you were the one

who wanted to give her

all these gadgets!

To evade the police,

not us!

Let's go!

Any State Troopers

in the Dunedin area,

10-33. Over.

10-4.

This is State Trooper Milligan.

What's your emergency?

10-31, two escaped convicts,

Phillipe Park. 10-24.

Something's wrong

with Radar.

What's up, girl?

Oh, no. Her battery

is going dead.

- You haven't been

charging her?

- I didn't know I had to.

Radar, you've gotta get up!

- Come on!

- No, Radar,

we won't leave you!

She wants you to run!

I can't! I can't leave her!

You have to!

Do it for Radar!

Oh.

Need to recharge there,

you recreant perfidious

corruption of science?

They've gotta be

somewhere!

Joe!

Please allow me to put you

out of your misery.

Dobbins, batteries.

You better come back, kiddies,

before your little friend here

takes a walk

across the Rainbow Bridge.

Nighty night!

- No!

- Gabe!

Come, Dobbins.

Let's go retrieve my sapphire.

Oh! Radar!

Oh, what did they

do to you?

You're reading a text now?

It's my emergency phone.

I should check this.

"Battery low.

Please charge me."

"This is Radar. Charge me!"

Okay, so how do we

plug you in, Radar?

Well, where's the plug?

Oh. Ew.

- What are you doing?

- Trust me!

Oh, where did they go?

I think

they went that way.

Don't be a fool.

Let's go this way!

Stop right there!

We can do this the easy way

and you can hand over

the sapphire,

or we can do this the hard way.

Whoa, Doc!

What is that?

A freeze ray, Dobbins.

Stereotypical? Yes.

Trite? Perhaps.

But I do love a classic.

So, wait a second.

Why didn't you

use that earlier?

Because I didn't want to,

that's why!

And now... now, I do.

All right, Radar.

Let's do this.

With each gravitational force

of the Moon upon the surface

of the Earth,

your fate becomes synonymous

with "sleeping with the fishes."

- Huh?

- What?

Why I'm even bothering

with this kind of villainous

flair is beyond me.

The tide is coming in!

Let's simplify this

for the juvenile brain,

shall we?

You can drown in the ocean,

or you can just give us

what we want, and we'll be

on our way.

One, two...

Just give it to him.

Okay, fine!

I'll give you

the sapphire.

Well, well, well!

Do you mind, Dobbins?

This is my moment in the sun!

- Well, well, well!

- I just said that.

Just shut up

and take it already!

So much for my monologue.

Do you mind picking that up

for me, Dobbins?

Now there's just one little

thing left to do.

We gotta tie up

a few loose ends.

- What are you doing?!

- We gave you the sapphire!

Yes, and I thank you.

But one cannot have

witnesses.

W-whoa, wait,

wait, whoa, Doc.

They're just kids.

I don't think

I can do this.

Well, lucky for you,

I'm more than happy

to do the honors.

Ow!

Radar!

I rue the day

I gave her a laser eye!

I rue it!

- Dobbins?

- Yeah?

Those batteries

that you gave me.

- Where did they come from?

- I got them

out of my flashlight.

Hmm. The one

from the museum.

- Yeah. How'd you know?

- Lucky guess.

What happened?

Gabe!

You have the right

to remain silent.

Anything you say can

and will be used against you

- in a court of law.

- Ow.

- Good girl!

- Good girl!

Good girl!

Good girl!

Hey, kids. Would you put

the backpack and the gun

on the hood, please?

- Sure.

- Absolutely.

You're gonna stay

right here.

Oh, ho, ho! I see you've

apprehended the thieves.

Good job, Chief.

Where's

the, uh, sapphire?

- It's--

- Backpack.

All right, everybody.

Stay back! Stay back!

- Whoa.

- Well done, Mr. Mayor.

Now, can you get

Barney Fife to uncuff us?

- Nah, nah, I'm good.

- We had a deal!

Oh, please!

You never intended

to play fair

and neither do I.

I've played fair

my entire life,

and where's that gotten me?

Mayor of some Podunk

little town.

I should be governor by now,

or at least a Senator.

No. No, no. I'm stuck here.

I'm through

having noble dreams, okay?

This is my dream now!

This sapphire right here

will have me living

in the lap of luxury

for the rest of my days,

far from here.

Hey. You wanna help me

out here?

Really?

Welcome to my world.

Sorry, kids.

Maybe when you're

a little bit older,

you'll understand

that when you play

by the rules,

you come in last.

- Hey, Milligan?

- Yes, Chief.

Yeah. What's your location?

Northbound Phillipe Park.

Perfect.

So, in a minute or two,

you're gonna have the Mayor

headed your way,

and I want you

to pull him over

and arrest him.

Wait? What?

Arrest the Mayor?

Like as mayor Fleming,

the Mayor?

- All right,

I see him up ahead.

I'll explain later,

all right?

Thanks, Milligan.

Radar!

You let him get away

with the sapphire!

No, she didn't.

Radar, go fetch

the sapphire.

I hid it.

I knew she'd be able

to sniff it out later.

You little liar!

- Good girl!

- Good girl!

You're making a huge mistake,

officer. Huge mistake.

I was not taking the sapphire,

I was holding it

for safekeeping.

This could be your badge.

You know who I am, right?

I'm the Mayor.

I'm the mayor of this town!

I didn't do anything wrong!

Officer!

Hello, everyone.

I want to thank you for coming

to our little town of Dunedin.

It really means

the world to us.

Now, I know we have

a lot of out of towners here,

and it's people like you

that keep this town

and its citizens thriving,

and I want you to know

that we appreciate you.

But enough with all

the mushy stuff.

Unless you've been

living under a rock,

I'm sure you've heard

about all the craziness

that's happened

here recently,

and among all that chaos,

two kids and a dog

embodied what Dunedin

stands for.

Bravery...

honesty...

and kindness.

Absolutely!

Gabe, Kylie, and Radar,

please step forward.

For saving the sapphire,

and pretty much

this whole town,

Dunedin would like

to honor you

with the certificate

of bravery.

Uh! Uh!

And the pirate's sword

of Dunedin.

Yes! Yeah!

Radar! Radar! Radar!

Radar! Radar! Radar...

And that's how we became

the heroes of Dunedin,

and Radar was honored

on the legendary wall

of Dogedin.

And now,

wherever Radar goes,

it's free spa treatments,

tons of tasty treats,

ice cream.

His favorite is still vanilla,

because it's the best flavor.

But bionic or not,

her favorite thing of all

is love.