Alright, Candy, Mandy and Andy. I want you all to help me whip up a cake for the big party with your mum and dad get back. And when we’re done, I’ll let ya all lick the spoon.
(coughing) No, puppies! We’re supposed to work together. (coughing again)
Come back here with that spoon!
Yeah! We got to lick it too!
You’ll never lick this spoon!
CMCandy and Mandy
Let’s get him!
RARed Alert Pup
Red Alert! Pups on the loose! Red Alert! Pups on the loose!
Oh, no! The puppies went upstairs!
Katrina’s sure to catch them!
Pound Puppies, let’s start pounding!
You’ll never lick this spoon! Not in a million years!
No, but we’re gonna lick you!
Katrina(gasps) What’s this? There’s a crummy dog loose in the yard!
CMCandy, Mandy and Andy
(gasp)
Katrina
It’s round-up time. (laughs maniacally)
Katrina
(laughs evilly)
(Off-screen) Katrina’s about to do in those poor little poochies!
Oh, no she won’t! Not after I bow-wower with a little of my patented puppy love.
Rope them, Mommy Dearest! Rope them!
Katrina
(laughs evilly) What?! Doggy drool!
CMCandy, Mandy and Andy
Let’s get out of here!
I’ll rope that icky-poo Cooler, Mommy Dearest!
Katrina
Not me, you crazy contraption! Ah! Let me go!
Quick! Take the pups back downstairs!
(sighs) One kiss from Cooler, and any woman goes wild. (laughs)
Katrina
Brattina, don’t just stand there! Untie me!
Eww! No way! A yucky puppy kissed you. Double icky-poo!
Katrina
Quiet, you walking free bark! (letting them out of the truck) And stop frolicking. I hate frolicking. Now get your tails in those cages!
Katrina
And I never want to see or hear any one of you dogs again.
Katrina
Wha? Runaway pup! Sick him, Brattina!
Eww! Come back here, you stinky smelly pup!
Katrina
You’re going to get it for this, dog! Not even Cooler can help you!
Game time, puppy dumplings! (releasing the puppies)
And here’s the kick-off-a-rooney! (kicking the football in the air)
(cheering) Pushing back! Pushing back! Way back!
Katrina
What in the…?
Yuck! Help, Mommy Dearest! They’re getting doggy drool all over me! Eww!
(blowing his whistle) Drool, little ferret!
Relax, fella. Katrina fumbled the ball. We win!
Well, this game’s history, team. Let’s hit the showers!
Yoo-hoo, Buddy? Where are you, dumpling?
(Off-screen) In here, guys!
Whoa! What’s shaking, kiddo?
I just cooked up some dog biscuits.
For you, guys. After I ate the ones Nose Marie made, it’s the least I could do.
It’s my way of saying sorry for all the stuff I did wrong. And as for Bob, he’s not really real. He’s just pretend.
(becoming visible) I filled him in, Buddy.
And now, Buddy, my buddy, it’s time to take you to meet your new master. Pound Puppies, let’s start pounding!
Oh, boy, you got to get a master.
Uh-oh, a pupscalator jam. We gotta push him through! Buddy’s up here all alone!
Uh! Why did Buddy have to have such a big imagination?
Katrina
Now, with these new padlocks, I’m going to lock you pups away forever.
Eww, look, Mommy Dearest! It’s that yucky runaway dog!
Katrina
Gotcha!
Nothing can save the icky-poo troublemaking bow-wow now.
Katrina
Oh, no! It-It feels like an earthquake!
KBKatrina and Brattina
Oh!
What is that, Mommy Dearest?
Katrina
I don’t know, but it’s not getting in here!
That should teach Katrina not to be so cagey. (laughs)
Ah, oh! There she blows! Katrina! Off the starboard bow!
Katrina
Silly confounded contraption!
She’s looking the other way. Now’s our chance.
(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!
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?
Almost a hundred icky-poo smelly dogs.
Katrina
A hundred dogs?! Why, Brattina, I could kiss you!
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. (But she realizes that the dogs are gone) What?! These cages are empty!
(Off-screen) No, no, no! They were loaded with 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!
Katrina
A little further. Yes, yes, a little further. Y… Ah, ah, ah. Hold it right there.
What are those stinky bricks for, Mommy Dearest?
Katrina
(looking at the security pound on the paper) To build my new maximum security pound. This wall will stop Cooler and his motely mutt cold, like being hit with a ton of bricks.
Oh! Just kill me already, why don’tcha!
Oh, brother! Get a load of what the bad guys are up to this time.
Katrina
(singing) I’ve been putting up the brick wall
This time, I will win
(singing) She’s cementing up the brick wall
To keep the yucky doggies in
Can’t you hear our cheers and shouting
Katrina
(singing) Locking up the mutts we had
(singing) Cooler and screams are shouting
KBKatrina and Brattina
(singing) Cos they finally met them up
(screaming and then he stops running) You know what? I’m scared. (screaming and running again)
Woo! A little game of Catgut and mouse, and it looks like Catgut hates meeces to pieces.
Eww! A mouse! Icky-icky-icky-poo yuck!
Get him off me, Catgut! Get him off!
Sakes alive! That’s no mouse! That’s a little bitty muffy doggy!
Katrina
Bra-Bra-Bra-Bra-Bra-Brat-t-t-ti-ti-ti-tina! Whoa!
We have to save that cute little old pup!
Katrina
(Angry with her) Just for this, Brattina: You’ll get no stewed prunes for a week!
There. That should fix any icky-poo mice that come in here. There are enough scary traps to catch a zillion yucky mices, eh, Catgut?
What? Brattina, what is going on?
“Brattina, what is going on?” I’m trying to catch a mouse, nosy-pants. What’s it look like?
Brattina still thinks Teensy’s a mouse, and she covered the yard with traps.
And here comes the wicked witch of the worst Katrina.
Katrina
What the…?
Katrina
It’s Cooler and those miserable mutts. Brattina! Stop those confounded canines! Don’t just stand there, you ninny! Get them!
No! Mommy Dearest, look out!
Katrina
Ouch! Ow! Ooh! Ah! Ah! Ow!
Eww! Mommy Dearest, that looks totally painful.
Katrina
(Angry with her) Not half as painful as the punishment you’ll get for this!
(Off-screen) But, Mommy Dearest!
Katrina
(singing) Lots of bricks, Lots of bricks
Build the wall real high
I’ll keep on cementing bricks
Until I touch the sky
(singing) Stinky bricks, smelly bricks
Mommy Dearest, why?!
If we don’t stop for Christmas,
I’ll whine and scream and cry (whining)
(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 crummy canines will never help another mutt escape. (laughs evilly)
Whoa! Looks like Katrina’s been a busy little bad girl.
Come on! Auntie Katrina’s way up there. She’ll never see you leave.
Mommy Dearest! Where did the horsey come from? Can we keep him, Mommy Dearest? Oh, please! Can we keep him?
Katrina
Stop talking nonsense! What’s going on down there?
(Off-screen) 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!
Looks like Katrina’s plan isn’t all it was cracked up to be. (laughs)
Katrina
NO!!
Katrina
Mutts drive me nuts!
Katrina
(Off-screen) Holly! Get in here this instant!
What’s going on, Auntie Katrina?
Katrina
Mrs. Vanderspiff and her ritzy friends will be here in 2 hours. Now, go vacuum the front porch, shampoo the drapes, fumigate the bathroom.
And then you can paint the toenails on my tootsies. Myah!
Katrina
Brattina, your job is to get this confounded mechanical mutt off me!
I’m trying, Mommy Dearest! I’m trying!
Katrina
Yeah!
(Off-screen) Puppy Power, (howling) we have another puppy for you.
This little dude would like a home.
One from which you’ll never roam.
Search the city from up above and find this pup a child to love.
(barking) I wanna live with her! (rushing off and wearing a bobble hats and a scarf) When can we leave?
Gee! You’re not in a hurry or anything else, are you?
We’ll pupscalate upstairs and have you adopted before you can say… Katrina Stoneheart.
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!
Katrina
Brattina! Do something!
No sweat, Mommy Dearest! I’ll smell those flying furballs!
Uh-oh. Looks like we are the catch of the day!
(singing) I’ve got the stinkers! I’m going to stink ‘em!
Katrina
You mangy mutts! Put us down!!
Okay, crew! Up, pup and away!
Katrina
Blast it all! That moaning mongrel is at it again! Crying, crying, crying! I’ll give him something to cry about. (tripping over the stool) Ouch! (crashing into the closet) Oh! That pesky pooch has yapped his last yap!
Whopper, baby cakes, what’s the problem-o?
Something was after me. Yeah. (imagining it was a ghost, vampire and the army of werewolves) It was a ghost. Oh! Vampire had once to suck your blood. No, no. It’s an army of puppy-eating werewolves. (howling)
Now, Whopper sugar, you just had another little old bad dream.
Jumping jelly beans! How are we ever gonna stop Whopper’s creepy crawly spooky nightmares?
With some good old puppy power magic. Abracadoggy-dabra!
Katrina
Get into that cage, you filthy mongrel!
And don’t show your smelly doggy face again.
Katrina
Well, don’t just stand there, you two. Where are they?
Katrina
My gifts. It’s Mother’s Day. I’m a mother. Where are my gifts?!
Oh. Here, Auntie Katrina. (She shows Katrina) I made this card myself. Roses are red. Violets are blue. Nobody in the world has a mother like you.
Katrina
Ooh, isn’t that sweet? (ripping the Mother’s Day card) I hate sweet! This isn’t the gift! I want merchandise! I hope you did better, Brattina.
You betcha. (She shows Katrina a present) Happy Mommy Dearest Day.
Katrina
A plant? Uck! It disgusts me.
But it’s special, Mommy Dearest. It’s an icky-poo Puppy-Eating Plant.
Puppies, puppies, puppies!
Katrina
Oh, Brattina! It’s a Mother’s Day dream come true! (kissing Brattina)
Eww! Totally gross me out, why don’tcha!
I love puppies! Puppies! Puppies!
Freddie dumpling, don’t you worry about that silly old vegetable. We’re going to get you adopted, just as soon as I clean you up with a little old bath.
Whoa! Hold on there, ma’am. This here is Nose Marie’s Day, which means you don’t do Narry no work at all. Yeah.
No buts about it. We’ll get Freddie a super-duper bath.
With my new improved Bath-O-Matic!
Pound Puppies (1986) · 151 quotes
