(gargling) Oh, good. You’re here! I gotta tell you something,
and it might freak you out. The world is leaking. I’ve seen the evidence with my own eyes and with my own face! Everywhere I go, water’s
spraying out all over the place! Like here. Oh, oh, and here. Oh, and over here! And there’s only one dog
who can keep it in the ground. Nala! And Nala is me. I’ll stop these leaks
and keep the world from flooding, even if it means drinking every last
leaky drop myself. How much water can it be? Like
, 300 bowls or something? Yeah, that sounds right. Let me tell you how this whole mess
started. Mom and Dad and me were taking a walk. Everything was peachy, when all of a sudden... Sploosh! Goosh! Water was exploding out of the ground! It was outta control! I tried plugging the holes with my paws, but every time I pounced on one geyser,
another appeared. When we got home that night,
I thought, “That was pretty weird.” But I didn’t really get worried until the leaks began
appearing all over the
place! It was never-ending. (gasping) In my own yard?! I don’t think so! “Where is all this water coming from?” I wondered. Who could be responsible
for this dastardly crime? So I began to do some investigating. Y’know, reeaal detective work. And that’s when I noticed that the leaks
were connected to hoses, which were connected to houses, including — brace yourself — my own house! But that would mean... someone was making these leaks on purpose, and that someone was... (gasping) my dad?! I gott
a tell ya, I did not see that twist coming, but it was all so obvious now. Whenever I tried to warn Dad
about the leaks, he was like, “Nala, that water is just for
making the grass grow,” or, “Nala, it’s so cute when you
play with the sprinklers.” “Sprinklers?” Huh! That’s a cute word for something
so devious. And you know what? I think my mom might be in on it, too, because now that I’m on to them, they don’t even try to hide it from me. They just blast me with the hose! Or they put their spr
inklers
right out in the open. They even tried to convince me
that this was a toy. “Get it, Nala!” Well, just wait. Eventually,
I’ll figure out how these doohickeys work and put an end to all this leaky nonsense. But just in case, I better get a message to the president, and I know just the person for the job, my friend, the mail carrier. I’m pretty sure she knows the president. “Good morning! How’s my best friend?” (kissing) Listen, my reliable, letter-carrying friend, you work for the governme
nt, right? Can you inform the president
that the world is leaking? And tell him to send plumbers,
lots of plumbers. That should do it. But until help arrives,
I must remain vigilant. It is my duty, my joy, my purpose. Because if I don’t, well, things could get pretty wet around here. Leak. Leak! Leak! Don’t worry! Nala is here! (gargling)
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