[SCRIPT] Get lost

The apartment building where George lived was a very orderly place.
And that's how Hundley liked it.

They're here to clean your carpets.　

People came and people went.
The elevator arrived, and people came down the stairs.
Everything in Hundley's lobby was orderly and neat.

Well, almost everything.
We can't go back into the apartment until the carpet's dry, George.
So you stay here in the lobby while I run my errands, alright?
Okay. Uh-oh and in case you get hungry. I won't be long.

Hundley didn't think George should be eating a sloppy apple in the lobby.
George decided it would probably be better to eat his apple some place else.
Hundley had never been through this door before,
but he was pretty sure it was against the rules to be out here.

Hundley didn't think George would ever get in that way,
so he found the better way.

Alright, move it along

At least there was one-thing Hundley knew for certain;
home was this way or maybe that way.

Hundley was getting worried.
He could just imagine the terrible things that that sloppy monkey was doing to his lobby.
When Hundley found his building, it was even worse than he had imagined.
But then Hundley saw that it wasn't his street at all.
But that meant he had no idea where he was.

Lots more coming, stick around.
Come on, guys. Let's go.

They'd found each other at last!
Time to go home. But where was home?
George realized that finding some-one walks better, if you're not lost, too.
Hundley worried what if he never found his way back.

Oh, Hundley, what'll I do without Hundley?

Hundley and George weren't just lost, they were lost at night.
They may not be able to see their way home, but maybe they could hear their way home.
George tried to remember the noisy stuff he'd passed.

Here they were, lost at night and all this monkey could do was... whatever that was?
Then Hundley had an idea.
They might not be able to see their way home, but maybe they could hear their way home.
He tried to remember what he'd heard.

Now it was up to Hundley's powerful dog ears.
That wasn't the right sound, so the musican couldn't be in that direction.
That was either the wrong sound, but the musician got his tongue caught in his trumpet.

Hundley knew they were getting closer, because the sound was growing louder and louder.
But then it grew softer and softer.

Hundley tried to figure out how to explain they'd passed the sound.
But there are somethings a dog just can't explain to a monkey.

And so by working together as a team;
George (was) remembering what they had heard,
and Hundley (was) using his sencitive powerful dog ears;
Hundley and George found their way back to the alley behind their home.

They were home thanks to team work.
Hundley couldn't remember why he ever thought George was trouble.

Rug's all clean, sir. You should see the dirt (that) I picked up.
This barrel probably has the filthiest water in the world in it.

George really wanted to see the filthiest water in the world.