Pound Puppies

Katrina:
Good evening, Holly dear. How did adoption day go?

Holly:
Very well, Auntie Katrina.

Brattina:
Did you make enough money to pay your electric bill, ha, did ya? Ha, ha. Did ya?

Holly:
As a matter of fact, Brattina, we made more than enough. Take a look for yoursel... (she notices that the money is gone) What? The money! It’s gone!

Holly:
(Off-screen) It’s not here! The money’s gone!

Katrina:
Oh, that’s too, too bad, Holly. Now what are you going to do?

Holly:
I-I don’t know.

Katrina:
Well, you better think of something, dear. Because if that bill isn’t paid in one week, I’m afraid you’ll lose the pound...to me!

Howler:
(howls)

Bright Eyes:
What is it, Howler?

Howler:
It’s Cooler! He picked up the lost pup. We’ve got an emergency on our paws. (howls) Let’s go.

Brattina:
Who’s coming, Mommy Dearest?

Katrina:
Mmm. Investors, Brattina. Investors in this scheme that will get rid of those Pound Puppies once and for all.

Catgut:
(meows)

Katrina:
Oh. My investors are here.

Katrina:
(happily) Lord and Lady Belveshire, the third richest couple in the country. And I intend to take them for an absolute fortune.

Brattina:
(using the binoculars) All the puppies are inside, Mommy Dearest.

Katrina:
Now’s your chance, Catgut.

Catgut:
(meows)

Katrina:
I want you and your friends to sneak into the house and shred everything inside.

Katrina:
But don’t let anyone see you. I want those flea-bitten puppies to take them blame.

Katrina:
Good luck! And have a ripping good time! (laughs evilly)

Whopper:
We made it! Doc Weston’s office!

Cooler:
Thanks, Mac. Keep the change!

Cab Driver:
I hate getting paid with rawhide doggie chews.

Mr. Nabbit:
Oh now, actually, according to the manual here, the pipe goes into lug nut D.

Katrina:
I’ll fix your lug nuts if you don’t get me out of here!

Mr. Nabbit:
I’m gonna follow the instructions, Miss Stoneheart.

Katrina:
Brattina! Get me a can opener!

Catgut:
(laughs evilly)

Catgut:
(barks like a dog)

Cat Thug #1:
Hey! It’s that sloppy mutt who’s been disturbing the peace!

Cat Thug #2:
Let’s teach him some manners!

Zazu:
Kitty-cat, you’re out of luck! The zipper on your suit is stuck!

Catgut:
(meows)

Cat Thug #2:
Okay, buddy. We’re gonna put an end to your one-dog Wrecking Crew!

Cooler:
Looks like Catgut’s really gone to the dogs.

Brattina:
Mommy Dearest, look! Holly’s here and she’s dancing with my Mervin!

Katrina:
How did she get here? Well, I’ll put a stop to this.

Holly:
But no food and no money, I’ll have to close down the pound.

Bright Eyes:
Don’t worry, everybody. We’ll get by without money or food. We can live on love!

Nose Marie:
(chuckles) How’s that sound to you, Cooler honey?

Cooler:
I’d rather have some loose change in a baloney sandwich, thank you very much.

Brattina:
Bye, Holly! We’re going to the dog hater’s convention! Yah!

Katrina:
And we won’t be back until late tonight.

Brattina:
So try to hose yourself up before we get back.

Katrina:
Aren’t we the mean ones though!

Nose Marie:
(scoffs) If abate’s so terribly ladylike, I’d give Katrina’s ankle bone a severe nibbing.

Cooler:
Sounds like a hologram.

Howler:
It’s for Whopper. Dear Nephew, stop. I’m stopping by puppy pound today for brief. Stop, stop. Your Uncle J.R. Whopper. Stop. Stop, stop.

Cooler:
All right, pups! It’s time for operation find Howler! Nose Marie, Bright Eyes, Whopper, hit the streets!

All:
Righto!

Cooler:
Sherlock, you and the other pups help Holly with the repairs.

Sherlock Bones:
A-yup, a-yup, a-yup!

Cooler:
Pound Puppies, let’s start pounding!

All:
Hooray!

Mouseketeer #1:
Egad! Small dogs!

Mouseketeer #2:
Go away! Shoo! Scat!

Cooler:
What do you mean? We’re trying to save you, cookie cats. This truck’s on a one-way trip to Palookaville.

Mouseketeer #3:
Mind your own business, governor. We’re-We’re on a vital mission.

Mouseketeer #1:
Yes, indeed. The next time you start to rescue someone, why don’t you ask permission first?

Cooler:
Oh, boy. You cats were confused, but these dudes are out to lunch.

Katrina:
Ah! Oh, a day on the beach has worked wonders for me, girls.

Holly:
You do seem more relaxed, Auntie Katrina.

Katrina:
Oh, I am, Holly. I feel like all my Pap-puppy troubles are behind me.

Katrina:
Puppies! Puppies! Lots and lots of puppies!

Brattina:
Icky, icky, icky-poo!

Holly:
Cooler?

Cooler:
We’ll explain later, Holly! Ciao for now!

Katrina:
Puppies! Puppies! (howls)

Brattina:
(singing) The captain’s found the booklet! The captain’s found the booklet! Jumpy-joy! Boy, oh boy! The captain’s found the booklet!

Captain Slaughter:
(speaking in foreign language)

Katrina:
Dog fur coats! Here we come! The Puppy Pelter is ready for blast off! Brattina! How do we start this thing?

Brattina:
Er, it’s hard to tell, Mommy Dearest.

Katrina:
(Off-screen) What do you mean?

Brattina:
(She shows Katrina) The instruction booklet’s written in Chinese.

Katrina:
NO! It can’t be! Not Chinese! No! No, no! Why did I ever study French?! I CAN’T STAND IT!

Byron:
And now what makes you think you have to stop up?

Whopper:
I know all about stars and pups. (imagining the ball is in high falling) In fact, we may have some more of pups used to live on a star. Yeah boy, it was in high. A mill... zill... A kabillion degrees. (imagining he and pups look at the temperature going up higher then pops, drinking water and flies the spaceship) But we stay cool by drinking lots of water and keeping the flying saucer’s windows rolled down. Yeah!

Byron:
You know, I wish this kid had some Rye Bread. I hate for all that baloney to go to waste. Well, the star pup must be honest and true, and that eliminates you.

Holly:
The sleigh’s all loaded up.

Cooler:
Then let’s hitch up our reindeer and hit the road! Hey, Rudolph, front and center!

Howler:
Rudolph, Shmoo-Dolph! How do we get talked into these things?

All:
Hooray!

Cooler:
By the way, Holly, where’d you find all these great presents to hand out?

Holly:
I bought ‘em.

Cooler:
With what? Money. May I be so bold as to ask, perchance?

Holly:
With the pound’s money!

Nose Marie:
The pound’s money? You mean we had money left over after paying the bills?

Holly:
What bills? We haven’t gotten any bills since July. Isn’t that wonderful?

Nose Marie:
Wonderful? I’d say it’s downright fishy.

Cooler:
(sniffs) And it has the distinct aroma of Katrina Stoneheart.

Brattina:
(sobs)

Katrina:
Brattina! What is wrong with you?

Brattina:
I didn’t get anything for Christmas. It’s not fair! (crying)

Katrina:
What do you mean, my little jalapeno? All these presents are for you.

Brattina:
But it’s not a lot, Mommy Dearest! I didn’t get my bitter piranha bathtub toy, or my Suzy Spit-up Doll, or my...

Katrina:
Oh, Brattina, stop whining! You should be grateful, you’re not one of those wretched Pound Puppies freezing out in the cold! Just look at them! They don’t even have a home for Christmas and they’re not crying!

Brattina:
Why! I’ll say they’re not crying. They look happy, Mommy Dearest!

Katrina:
What? What are those people doing out there? Why aren’t they home opening their gifts? Don’t they know it’s Christmas?

Holly:
Oh, puppies! It looks like Santa’s been here, and these love presents for everyone! A million, a billion... A kazillion presents! Yeah!

Whopper:
Oh, boy!

Grey Cat:
(meows)

Cooler:
Psst. Kitty, want some warm milk?

Grey Cat:
(meows)

Cooler:
(to the audience) Well, you can’t expect every episode to end with a joke. Happy Holidays, kids!

Nose Marie:
So, that’s where Katrina was packing us off to. Why, that woman’s nothing more than a...

Nose Marie:
That’s what she is!

Cooler:
Ooh, please! Nose Marie, try to clean up your language!

Nose Marie:
Oh, well, pardon my little ol’ peaches.

Katrina:
Oh, Dr. Simon. Please do come in and give the puppies their painful shots.

Brattina:
(singing) Give the dogs a shot! Make them cry a lot! Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch. Lots of painful shots!

Dr. Simon:
Actually, the shots aren’t that painful. The dogs will barely feel a thing.

Brattina:
Bummer!

Katrina:
A total bummer.

Dr. Simon:
All right, Holly, I’m ready. Would you please bring me the dogs? All the dogs.

Holly:
Sure thing, Dr. Simon. Let’s go, puppies. Shot time.

Brattina:
Hear that, Mommy Dearest? It’s that icky-poo puppy and her yucky bird.

Katrina:
I know, but where are they hiding?

Catgut:
(meows)

Brattina:
Catgut says they’re under the gunky ground.

Katrina:
Worms and gophers are underground, you furball. Not dogs and birds. Now quit clowning around.

Catgut:
(meows)

Bright Eyes:
Oh no! How are we ever gonna sneak Pal and the other pups out now?

Pal:
(miserably) Don’t worry about me, guys. I’m stuck here forever, remember? No one wants to adopt the pup whose tail won’t wag.

Cooler:
You know, Pal, I’ve been thinking. We’ve been trying to get your tail the wag. We’ve blown it. Because, hey, we can’t make it wag.

Holly:
But Cooler is trying to say, Pal. It’s like a wag has to come from inside of you.

Nose Marie:
Straight from your little ol’ heart.

Pal:
Straight from my heart?

Cooler:
Come on. We’ll show ya in the Hall of Puppy Power.

Katrina:
Someday, I’ll get you for this, Cooler. Someday!

Cooler:
And someday, Katrina may find the key to unlock a cage, but not someday soon! (laughs)

Holly:
(laughs)

Nose Marie:
(cries) I’m so happy for little ol’ Pal.

Cooler:
Hey. Pull yourself together, Nose Marie.

Nose Marie:
I can’t help it. I always cry at adoptions. (she cries and blows her nose)

Pal:
(barks)

Greg:
Now, neither of us will ever be lonely again, Pal.

Cooler:
And that’s what I call a tail with a happy ending. (laughs and wags his tail)

Cooler:
Hey, check it out. That’s the Correctamundo Street: Grove Avenue.

Nose Marie:
It won’t be long now, Bessie honey.

Cooler:
Okay, let’s move out!

Katrina:
Aha! There they are! Cooler and his mutt friend all get ahead. Full travel forward!

Brattina:
Aye-aye, Mommy Dearest!

Katrina:
No, Brattina! Watch where you’re going!

Katrina:
You crud! Where did you get your driving license?

Brattina:
I’m only 11 years old, Mommy Dearest. I don’t have a license. In fact, I don’t even know how to drive. That’s all.

Holly:
The gang should be just about finished giving Tuffy a bath.

Tuffy and Whopper:
Dive-gang, baby!

Howler:
(using the megaphone) Stroke! Stroke! Stroke! Stroke!

Katrina:
Oh, can it, Catgut!

Brattina:
We’ve lost them! We’ve got Cooler and the stinky-poo doggies!

Katrina:
Stop whining, Brattina! (picking up a satellite) I’ll find them with my Canine Computer. Aha!

Brattina:
That way! Eww! It looks creepy and icky!

Katrina:
Yes. I love creepy and icky.

Brattina:
(cries)

Katrina:
Knock it off, Brattina! You’re as bad as they are.

Holly:
Comfy, Lucy?

Lucy:
Fine, thanks.

Nose Marie:
Can we get you anything? Anything at all?

Lucy:
Well, I am a little hungry. I have this terrible for a dog food and ice-cream sundae.

Holly:
Uck!

Nose Marie:
One dog food and ice-cream sundae coming up.

Lucy:
With chocolate syrup, limburger cheese, coconut, ketchup, gumdrops, dill pickles, cherries and over all that beef gravy.

Nose Marie:
There. I hope you enjoy it!

Holly and Nose Marie:
She was hungry!

Lucy:
Delicious! May I have another? This time with some whipped cream on top?

Nose Marie:
Sure. There’s some whipped cream in the kitchen.

Holly:
I’ll go get it.

Cooler:
So, gang, how goes the puppy-sitting biz?

Whopper and Bright Eyes:
We quit.

Bright Eyes:
All they do is fight, fight, fight.

Whopper:
Yeah, and after they’re done, they fight some more.

Nose Marie:
Cooler, before we get these pups adopted, we have to shake them up.

Cooler:
(Referring to three puppies) Yeah. We’ll tie them up.

Nose Marie:
If only they could work together on something. (having an idea) Like a party! We can toss a surprise party for Lucy and Rusty.

Whopper:
Why don’t we just toss the pups instead?

Nose Marie:
Candy, Mandy and Andy could help plan a party and learn all about teamwork.

Cooler:
(kissing Nose Marie) Nose Marie, you’re a genius.

Cooler:
Well, what do you pups have to say for yourselves?

Mandy:
I never did get to lick the spoon.

Andy:
Did too!

Candy:
Nuh-uh! You took it all!

Nose Marie:
This calls for drastic action.

Holly:
I’ll bet we can straighten these guys out in the Hall of Puppy Power.

Cooler:
Then let’s pop on down there, pronto.

Bright Eyes:
Well, thanks to a little bit of teamwork. Candy, Mandy and Andy are just jim-dandy.

Cooler:
And when it comes to teamwork, we Pound Puppies are our winning team.

Pound Puppies:
(cheering) We are No. 1, hey! We are No. 1, hey! We are No. 1, HEY!

Cooler:
Nose Marie, this is Buddy and, er, somewhere around here is his invisible friend Bob.

Nose Marie:
Invisible? Now there’s something you don’t see every day, or any day.

Cooler:
Well, I’ll leave the three of you to get to know each other and be seeing ya except for Bob, that is.

Buddy:
What are these?

Nose Marie:
Chocolate chip dog treat and I have just enough batter to make you one.

Buddy:
Gee! Doesn’t Bob get one too?

Nose Marie:
Tell you what, darling. I’ll make him an invisible one, okay?

Nose Marie:
Oh no!

Buddy:
Bob was hungry. He made all the biscuits, so I tried to make some more real quick. (burps) Scuse me.

Nose Marie:
Just look at this mess!

Buddy:
Yeah. Uh, and if I were you, I’d make Bob clean it up. Bye!

Nose Marie:
Buddy! Buddy! His story is like an invisible dog biscuit, hard to swallow.

Brattina:
Please, Mommy Dearest! You’ll have to see all the icky-poo puppies we caught. Ready, please!

Katrina:
Later, Brattina! First, I have to make sure the Cage Catapult is ready to capture that confounded Cooler.

Whopper:
The dirty bowl patrol is on a roll with a help of the Wonder Whopper!

Bright Eyes:
Thanks for pitching in, Jerry!

Jerry:
So when do we start having fun around here?

Bright Eyes:
As soon as all our work’s done.

Whopper:
Yeah. We have a million... zillion... no, a kabillion chores to do. Yeah. (imagining he can polish the Statue of Liberty and mop up the moon) Every chore in the world. In fact, we have to polish the Statue of Liberty. No. The Liberty belly. Oh, we have to mop up the moon. Yeah, the moon’s a mess. The monsters are the total slobs.

Blue:
Whoa!

Whopper:
Hey! Blue, what happened to Jerry?

Blue:
He said he had something really important to do.

Jerry:
(skateboarding away) Catch ya later, guys!

Whopper:
Yeah. Skateboarding’s pretty important stuff.

Howler:
Ah, oh! There she blows! Katrina! Off the starboard bow!

Katrina:
Silly confounded contraption!

Holly:
She’s looking the other way. Now’s our chance.

Cooler:
(to the children) It’s with puparoos. Let the escape-a-rooney begin.

Katrina:
(laughs evilly) At last! The Cage Catapult is ready for action. Cooler and his canines won’t get away next time!

Brattina:
All right. All ready with the gunky gizmo, Mommy Dearest. Come and see all the stinky puppies we caught...now!

Katrina:
Oh all right, Brattina! Show me the dogs. How many miserable mongrels did you catch?

Brattina:
Almost a hundred icky-poo smelly dogs.

Katrina:
A hundred dogs?! Why, Brattina, I could kiss you!

Brattina:
Eww! Gross. No thanks. I’d rather have a Suzy Spit-up Doll.

Katrina:
For a hundred dogs, I’ll get you a dozen Suzy Spit-up Dolls. (She realizes that the dogs are gone) What?! These cages are empty!

Brattina:
No, no, no! They were multiple icky-poo stink old dogs!

Katrina:
(Angry with her) Play games with me, will you, young lady? Just for this: You can kiss that Suzy Spit-up Doll goodbye!

Brattina:
(cries)

Bright Eyes:
Golly! Getting Jerry to do his chores has become a bigger tour.

Whopper:
Shark pup Whopper has strikes again! (laughs)

Nose Marie:
Cooler, I think the time has come to find a home for that boy and Blue.

Jerry:
Yahoo! Anyone else coming in for a dip?

Bright Eyes and Whopper:
No thanks.

Jerry:
Party poopers. Huh?

Jerry:
Yuck! What gives with the swimming hall?

Bright Eyes:
Some garbage fell in.

Whopper:
And cleaning up is no fun. I mean who likes doing chores?

Jerry:
This whole place is no fun anymore. Come on, Blue. Let’s get outta here.

Jerry:
Cooler, how soon are you gonna get Blue and me adopted?

Cooler:
Oh, gee. I don’t know. (sighs) Maybe you have to wade through watching TV.

Jerry:
I hate it here. Everything’s broken or dirty. Nobody does any chores!

Cooler:
Absotutely. You don’t do chores. We don’t do chores.

Jerry:
I do so. I mean I will. I mean that is...

Jerry:
(sighs) I guess I don’t. Sorry, Cooler. Ah, why can’t chores be fun?

Cooler:
Hey. Maybe you’re onto something, kiddo. Let’s give it the old pound puppy try.

Bright Eyes:
Got any nifty Queenie’s?

Teensy:
No. Goldfish.

Cooler:
Well, after two weeks with us, puparoo, you seem to be getting along us dand-dand-danding.

Teensy:
Yes. I’m winning.

Cooler:
Whoa! Even my ears are on the frit, so Holly’s trying to contact me with Puppy Power.

Teensy:
What’s Puppy Power?

Cooler:
You might call it radio station K-Pup that plays nothing but love songs.

Nose Marie:
(to Cooler) Puppy love songs that he is.

Holly:
Hi, everyone. I’ve got great news! I found a perfect home for Teensy. This little girl lives in an apartment, and a small puppy like Teensy put fit in just right. Auntie Katrina’s away buying more bricks, so now’s the time to get him out. I’ll meet you upstairs.

Nose Marie:
(gasps) Home? For Teensy?

Cooler:
Of course-a-rooney. Remember the Pound Puppy mana need a rain, no snow, no Katrina Stoneheart.

Whopper:
Yes. Doctor good guys!

Bright Eyes:
From delivering neato puppies.

All:
(Singing) To happy home!

Nose Marie:
I know. I just didn’t think he’d have to leave me so soon.

Brattina:
(in her walkie-talkie) Mommy Dearest, I’m sick of the stinky smelly wall! Come down already, why don’tcha!

Katrina:
Stop whining, Brattina! I want to put one more row of bricks on, and then I’ll be down. (to the audience) Cooler and those crony canines will never help another mutt escape. (laughs evilly)

Cooler:
Whoa! Looks like Katrina’s been a busy little bad girl.

Holly:
Come on! Auntie Katrina’s way up there. She’ll never see you leave.

Catgut:
(meows)

Brattina:
Mommy Dearest! Where did a horsey come from? Can we keep ‘em, Mommy Dearest? Oh, please! Can we keep ‘em?

Katrina:
Stop talking nonsense! What’s going on down there?

Brattina:
Holly’s letting Cooler and some dogs and a horsey go out the front gate.

Katrina:
Cooler and some dogs?! Well, stop them, you fool! (noticing the wall has a crack) Oh no! My wonderful wall!

Cooler:
Looks like Katrina’s plan isn’t all it was crap life to be. (laughs)

Katrina:
Mutts drive me nuts!

Nose Marie:
Oh no! All the news! It can’t be!

Cooler:
If I didn’t know better, I’d say that looks like Bright Eyes.

Howler:
(howling) It is Bright Eyes.

Newscaster:
We’re here at Bruno’s Meat Market scene of a bold robbery. Mr. Bruno, what exactly happened?

Bruno:
Well, I was slicing veal cutlets when this here vicious criminal-type canine comes in and steals my weenies.

Nose Marie:
We have to stop Bright Eyes before she strikes again!

Howler:
Yeah. If she stole weenies, she may be building up b-b-baloney’s.

Cooler:
Pound Puppies, let’s start pounding!

Katrina:
Keep your eyes peeled, Brattina. I have a feeling something big is about to happen. Aha! There’s a big dopey mutt just asking to be caught! (She realizes it is Howler shaped hot-air balloon) Oh!

Howler:
(howls)

Katrina:
Brattina! Do something!

Brattina:
No sweat, Mommy Dearest! I’ll smell those flying furballs!

Cooler:
Uh-oh. Looks like we’re the catch of the day!

Brattina:
(singing) I’ve got the stinkers! I’m going to stink ‘em!

All:
Whoa!

Katrina:
You mangy mutts! Put us down!!

Howler:
(howls) With pleasure.

Cooler:
Okay, crew! Up, pup and away!

Jody’s Mom:
Huh? Hey! Come back here!

Arf:
(barks)

Jody’s Mom:
Jody, why is this dog here? Jody? Where are you?

Jody’s Mom:
What? She’s gone! Is Jody in some sort of trouble?

Jody’s Mom:
Beat the way, Arf. I’m right behind you.

Whopper:
Here’s Jungle pup Whopper searching the forest for something to keep Jody warm!

Bright Eyes:
(Off-screen) HELP!

Whopper:
The jungle pup princess has been captured by the dreaded black panther! Yeah! Our hero can swing in option! (swinging to rescue Bright Eyes) Whoa-hoa-hoa! Without any panther’s own safety, Jungle pup Whopper dives endureth the monster of biomass bear tape!

Bright Eyes and Whopper:
Whoa!

Whopper:
Now I know why we dogs learn a lot on the couch.

Bright Eyes:
Good work, Whopper! This ought to keep Jody nice and toasty. Come on!

Cooler:
There you go, Henry. One cute little puparoo as promised.

Nose Marie:
You’re sure your little ol’ parents said it was okay?

Henry:
I’m sure. (giggling) Come on, Toby. Let’s show you to mom and dad, and thanks, Pound Puppies.

Nose Marie:
Bless my dog bones! Little ol’ Whopper must be having a nightmare again.

Cooler:
We better be pound bound before he wakes up Katrina.

Howler:
Boy, oh boy! Whopper, you gotta get some new dreams.

Bright Eyes:
(rubbing her eyes) Yeah. I’m super glad that one’s done.

Nose Marie:
Now all we have to do is get you over your little ol’ fear of the dark.

Whopper:
No. That’s impossible. No way. Can’t be done, can it?

Cooler:
Hey. That spooky jazz-a-rooney is just your imagination working overtime.

Whopper:
What’s an imagination?

Cooler:
It’s the place in your head where you make stuff up, and you got the wildest and wackiest imagination in the whole pound.

Whopper:
But I’m not making it up! It’s really dark and scary!

Nose Marie:
Whopper honey, the dark is just the same as daytime only with a little ol’ lights turned out.

Cooler:
And I know just how we can prove it.

Nose Marie:
Well, I’m obviously not needed around here anymore. So I’d best go somewhere where I am needed. (to Puppy Power) Puppy Power, let me see. A loving master just for me.

Lisa’s Mom:
The movers are almost finished, honey.

Lisa’s Dad:
Then let’s get packed with a plane to catch. California, here we come!

Lisa’s Mom:
And Lisa, our new home has a great big backyard, so you can finally have that puppy you’ve always wanted.

Lisa:
A puppy?! Oh boy, I can’t wait.

Nose Marie:
And you won’t have to wait, cos this puppy’s coming with you.

Cooler:
Well, what do you know? He does love puppies. (laughs)

Katrina:
What?! You’re supposed to eat them, not love them, you-you weed!

Lisa and Freddie:
Thanks, Pound Puppies!

Nose Marie:
Another happy adoption.

Cooler:
And it’s all thanks to you, Nose Marie.

All:
You’re the greatest!

Nose Marie:
That’s the best little ol’ Mother’s Day present of all!

Bright Eyes:
Howler, can you tell us why the heat is hitting Thunderhawk so super-duper hard?

Howler:
(howling) The Computer-Pupter should give us the answer.

Computer-Pupter:
Thunderhawk’s problem is, he’s hot! He’s hot! He’s hot!

Cooler:
We know he’s hot, but why is he hotter than the rest of us hotshots?

Holly:
I think I have the answer. (looking at the book) It says here. Thunderhawk’s the Siberian Husky. These dogs thrive best in a cold climate. They love ice and snow.

Cooler:
Then what we have to do is get this puparoo a master with an igloo.

Katrina:
(sighs) I’m miserably hot. The only comfort is knowing those mutts so suffering more than I am.

Brattina:
Eww! I don’t think so, Mommy Dearest. Look!

Holly:
Good luck, Pound Puppies!

Pound Puppies:
Thanks, Holly!

Katrina:
Stop those mongrels!

Katrina:
Oh, blast it all! They’re getting away!

Brattina:
(sniffs) Mommy Dearest, did you smell something? I think someone is having a cookout.

Katrina:
No, Brattina dear. It’s the smell of our bare feet sizzling on the hot pavement.

Katrina:
Ah! There’s a mongrel right outside the pound. (to Brattina) DO YOUR BATTLE STATIONS!

Brattina:
Well, scream like a banshee, why don’tcha!

Katrina:
Oh, stop complaining, Brattina! We have a dog to catch!

Beezer:
Boy, am I bored? Bored, bored, bordy bored, bored. I’m so bored, I could scream. (screams)

Whopper:
Ahoy, Beezer! How can you be bored with us? All kinds of fun stuff to do around here.

Beezer:
Oh. (yawning) Oh yeah? Like what?

Whopper:
Like, uh, well, let’s see. Like swinging through the jungle for instance?

Beezer:
I think your flea color’s on too tight, Whopper. What jungle?

Whopper:
I’ll show ya. See my jungle treehouse here?

Beezer:
That’s just your dumb old boring doghouse.

Whopper:
Yeah, but you can pretend it’s anything you want! Watch this!

Cooler:
Well, today’s the day, Bright Eyes. It’s Talent Show City.

Nose Marie:
Are you ready to sing your heart out, honey lam?

Bright Eyes:
Ooh, ready and rating to go. I’m gonna knock their socks off. Wish me luck! Although, I know I don’t need it.

Cooler:
Hmm. If this is a bragging contest, Bright Eyes will win first place-a-rooney.

Whopper:
Cooler! Nose Marie! Bright Eyes! Howler! Help!

Cooler:
Whoa! What’s the problem-o?

Whopper:
It’s Squiggle! He’s gone! I can’t find him anywhere!

Nose Marie:
I thought I saw him wiggling up the little ol’ pupscalator.

Whopper:
Oh no! Catgut will get him up there!

Cooler:
Oh, what a goof! I shoulda warned Whopper that someday his caterpillar pal would have to move on.

Holly:
Here it is! The Pets ‘R’ People Too Restaurant.

Cooler:
Whoa, a dress code! No furs, no feathers, no food.

Holly:
Right. That’s because it’s only for pet on us and airy animals.

Bright Eyes:
What a nifty neato idea! It’s like feeding time at the zoo!

Whopper:
Yeah, but they’re eating vegetables and stuffing’s good for ya. I wanna eat junk food.

Peter Pup:
Oh, mighty Wizard of Howls! We need your help.

Sparkle:
Tell us how to defeat that wicked ol’ witch Lies-a-lot.

Peter Pup:
You’re our last hope.

Wizard of Howls:
I am. I am. Well, isn’t that special? (howls)

Peter Pup:
We’re doomed.

Wizard of Howls:
L-L-Let me just check my book of spells. A book ski-doodle our book ski-die. Flap see all your pages and fly!

Wizard of Howls:
Ah, this is how I studied for tests at Wizard School. Nothing better these dizzy spells, but I’m not afraid now. (howls) I found it! Ah, here’s the way to put the kibosh on Queen Lies-a-Lot.

Peter Pup:
So what do we do? Cast a spell? Mix a potion? Change your kitty litter or what?

Wizard of Howls:
(looking at the book) The only way to start our evil is for the puppy who told the lies to admit it.

Sparkle:
Now if we only knew who the little ol’ fipper was.

Peter Pup:
I may be wrong. But my hunch is it’s that dude in the diaper.

Katrina:
Here we are! The Ends of the Earth. Now, under that cargo.

Katrina:
And give Cooler a Bon voyage. (laughs evilly)

Katrina:
No. No! No! That blasted animal’s GONE!

Brattina:
Eww! What a icky mess, Mommy Dearest!

Katrina:
That’s the sound of the dark crumbling beneath our feet.

Katrina:
I’ll get even with you, Cooler! Wherever you ARE!!