Minerva & friends trying to shoot a commercial for Newt's Doggy Treats, but Newt's appetite has been spoiled, he can't perform his commercial shoot adequately.
Newt: [barking in panic] no, no, no.
Minerva: CUT! CUT! CUT!!! This is no good! What is going on here?!
Newt's master: Oh, come on, Newt. Eat a doggy treat! Please?
Newt: [barking] No!
Minerva: Dude, I thought you said this hound was hungry! He has NOT even licked his chops! What is going on here?!
Newt's master: He WAS hungry when I brought him into the studio this morning. He ate the script, my ivy plant, and my latest issue of my hunting magazine. Must've spoiled his appetite.
Minerva: [groans angrily] How can I create a masterpiece in an atmosphere like this?! All right, everybody, we do this one again!
Wilford, get ready to roll, sweetheart! Amateur! Hmph! [walks behind the camera that Wilford is operating]
Wilford: All set, Minerva. I just wanna check the film. [opens the film compartment to check the film] Uh, seems ok to me, sweetie.