Eiffel minds dogs. Or, as the other two walk in, he minds when Jet is standing on both hind legs half-pushing him off balance with the bowls of popcorn in his arms, as Bear waits to one side with full alertness on display for the inevitable structural failure of Eiffel's leaning tower of lank.

"I told you no-!" As he tries to nudge Jet with his foot to get him back on the floor. "Down, bad dog!"