You my owner, man.
If you punk out, I look bad.
Go, Fluffy, jump!
(truck hornplays "La Cucaracha")
after I get a taco.
Aw, man.Is he serious?
Get your tacosand burritos
with the tasteof the Philippines.
You hungry, Fluffy?
Hell, yeah. Ten tacos.
This street meatis dog, man.
It's cannibalism, straight up.
Not for you, but it is for me.
Relax, it's not dog meat.
That's the Koreans
and the Thais and the Chineseand the Cambodians.
They eat everything,not the Filipinos.
Sometimes maybe, but not me.
Check it out, man!
They just opened upa karaoke bar
with free lumpiaup in this mug.
Has anyone seen Dino?
My gourmet taco business.
(phone rings)Dino, where are you?
Know what, man, you didn'tbelieve me about the dog meat,
so I'm gonna prove itto your ass.
Martin, we need to save Dino.Jump!
Nope, too high.
What? I thought you were cool.
It's just an act, bro.
You crashed my truck!
You're gonna go to prison!
Man, the only onegoing to prison
is your ass, Batengas,'cause I crashed this truck
into the headquarters
of Crime InvestigationDog Meat Division, player,
and they're gonna prove yourass is selling dog meat.
Hey, don't worry.
We're gonna have thisfigured out in a jiffy, okay?
I'll take this DNA sampleof this mystery meat
and put itinside this amazing machine.
Hell, yeah, DNA it up, baby.
No dog meat.
All right, we got sheep scab,
goat eyelid, cow anus,
but, uh, no dog meat.
Batengas, we won't complainabout the cow anus
and you don't complainabout the busted truck.
Okay. Just don't go aroundsaying I eat dog meat.
There you go, Dino.
Hope you learned a valuablelesson about stereotypes.