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Baker: What may I do for you, good woman.
Mrs. Nutmeg: I'm dying for your one chocolate, alomond creame cakes with extra frosting. (Heathcliff licks his lips)
Baker: And um-how many layers? (Heathcliff licks his lips as he thinks of the many layers there is)
Mrs. Nutmeg: Oh dear, one, two, make it three thick layer of chocolate with cherries.
Heathcliff: Dynamite!
Baker: Top with cherries, uh-hmm-hmm, uh-excuse me for just a minute, I've seem to have a minor securtiy problem, (He notices Heathcliff eats one of his pies) I hope you like that pie becuase it may cost you one of your lives.
Heathcliff: My compleiments to chef, coneffectionarie par excellence, well I hate to eat and run, but its beats running without eating.
(Heathcliff runs away as the chef chases after him saying)
Baker: It's all over for you cat (Heathcliff runs back inside bakery on four legs) you're headed for the big litter box in the sky, (he trips over the bottom half of the door) YEOW, what this world needs is fewer cats... (Heathcliff meows and purrs pass by the baker with a halo over his head to saying he is innocent) I'll just have to do my part, come cat! (succesfully catching Heathcliff) your not fooling with your mild-mannered baker you know, you got any final request?
(Mrs. Nutmeg sees the baker holding Heathcliff)
Mrs. Nutmeg: Oh, what are you doing my precious Heathcliff? don't you dare harm that harmless pussycat.
Baker: (stutters): Well no, of course not, it comes to thought.
Mrs. Nutmeg: Just what are your intetions.
Baker: Why I just want to feed him a nice bowl of warm milk.
(Heathcliff eyes flicker as he meows and exclaim)
Heathcliff: Can I help it, if i'm so adorable, and cute.
Mrs. Nutmeg: My Iggy, will pick up the cake this afternoon, come Heathcliff.
(Heathcliff giggles the man gushed up gibbersih with)
Baker: Oh, razzin', frazzin' grazzin' brazzin' gazzin' (gibberish speaking) Oh I HATE THAT CAT!! But I can't afford to lose a customers with a soild sweet tooth.
(Iggy is running from home)
Iggy: (huffs) Where nearly home, come on feet.
(It turns he was running away from Spike as he barks, yanked by his leash as his owner Muggsy says)
Muggsy: If that kid keeps crossin' my turf, I will have to take off your leash.
Iggy: Maybe I should start taking karate leasons.
Mrs. Nutmeg: Oh there you are, would you do me a favor please, run at the bakery pick up an triple layer double frosted almond cake.
Iggy: That's not a favor, that a treat that's hard to beat.
Mrs. Nutmeg: And take Heathcliff along, he just endures bakeries.
Iggy: Can you dig it Heathcliff? A three layered double frosting alomond creme cake.
(Muggsy and Spike are hiding behind the bush)
Muggsy: A three layered double frosting alomond creme cake huh, this is our lucky day, Spike.
(Heathcliff looks at them in look out in the top of roof as Iggy goes to the bakery)
Heathcliff: Ah-ha there's dirty work afoot. (He see both Spike and Muggsy laughing) I could use a better spirit than competion, it does wonders for my circulation.
Muggsy: Alright, Spike let's go for it. (as Spike charges in, Muggsy stops him becuase) hold it, just remeber the package order around here, I always go first. (Muggsy charges in as Spike follows)
Heathcliff: I have ride shot gun on this cake trip. (Heathcliff tries to get back with Iggy)
(Iggy at the bakery and is getting the cake from the baker)
Baker: Here you are Iggy, the world's finest cake.
Iggy: Wow! I must have died and went to the best part of heaven, my denist better not hear about this.
(Iggy leaves, Muggsy uses Spike as a step stool to look at the brick wall to grab the box as Iggy and Heathcliff walk by the otherside)
Muggsy: Okay, here they come, reach over and grab the box as they walk by.
Iggy: Do you think Granny got this cake for you Heathcliff?
Heathcliff: Oh else, Granny is mad about the soft and cuddly side of my nature.
Iggy: She likes me too, you know?
Heathcliff: Oh yeah.
(Spike nabs the box out of Iggy's hands)
Iggy: Uh-oh.
Heathcliff: Excuse me, this is a matter require my immediate attention.
(Heathcliff jumps in side of the brick wall to recieve to box)
Iggy: Be careful, Heathcliff.
Heathcliff: Here Iggy, take the cake.
(cat screeching of fighting, defeating and throwing Spike the wall the walk off as Muggsy peaks out for his new scheme as he picks up a unconscious Spike)
(Muggsy's plan is have a rocket on a skateboard to quickly grab the box)
Muggsy: This time we bring off the heavy artillery, try not to embrass me we yall Spike. Just go by them with the speed of sound and grab that big ol' cake.
(Spike holds rocket in a skateboard to them not seeing that there was a slide launched to the air)
Heathcliff: Wow!
Spike: Whoa!!
Muggsy: That dumb dog is making me look bad.
Spike: Yeow!
Heathcliff: Perhaps I could cushion his fall.
(Heathcliff moves the slide ramp to concussion Spike's fall for him to slide to back inside the pipe, him and the skateboard heads to Muggsy as he's unaware.
Muggsy: They've probably have smarter dogs at the pound.
(Muggsy collidies in with Spike as the two are both on the skateboard heading to the dirt road to town)
Spike: Yeow!!
(They head to the docks and sink a fisherman's boat, Muggsy and Spike are on the pier as Muggsy pumps to the water out of Spike)
Muggsy: If I was smart, I would've let you drown, but I'm late nice guy.
(Iggy and Heathcliff finally make it home)
Iggy: Hey Heathcliff, is the cake okay?
Heathcliff: Okay? Oh-ho it was merely fanastically delicloius. every last succulent morsel.
Iggy: You mean it's all gone? what am I'm going to tell granny?
Heathcliff: Don't worry my boy, I got that cover.
(Heathcliff whistles for Spike and Muggsy, as the two appear in the bush of their frontyard)
Muggsy: We finally warm down Spike, go get it.
Heathcliff: It's all your's Spike, (phew) I couldn't eat another bite anyways, I don't feels so high, I gotta lie down.
(as the Spike approaches the box, Heathcliff and Iggy walk inside the house)
Mrs. Nutmeg; Where's the cake?
Iggy: Well, it sorta got eaten up.
Mrs. Nutmeg; Eaten up? but how? let me see. (she looks at the door to find Spike in the box)
Spike: Yeow!!
(She scolds the dog as he frowns)
Mrs. Nutmeg; Good heavens?! It's the horrid dog, stealing my poor Heathcliff's cake. (She scares Spike with her broom)
Spike: YOW!!
Heathcliff: This is the end, I'll never eat cake again, oooohhhh.
Mrs. Nutmeg; Poor Heathcliff... he must be starving, here go fetch him another cake.
(Iggy gives a shocked face indicating he will not enjoy this)
Heathcliff: Oh somebody call a vet.
(the cartoon ends)