The sleigh’s all loaded up.
Then let’s hitch up our reindeer and hit the road! Hey, Rudolph, front and center!
Rudolph, Shmoo-Dolph! How do we get talked into these things?
By the way, Holly, where’d you find all these great presents to hand out?
With what? Money. May I be so bold as to ask, perchance?
The pound’s money? You mean we had money left over after paying the bills?
What bills? We haven’t gotten any bills since July. Isn’t that wonderful?
Wonderful? I’d say it’s downright fishy.
(sniffs) And it has the distinct aroma of Katrina Stoneheart.
Closed? But how can you close the pound?
CWChief Williams
I’m sorry to do this on Christmas Eve, Holly, but the pound is so behind in its bills. Well, I just had to close it down. I’m very sorry.
What bills is he talking about? We didn’t get any bills.
This may be your answer coming down the street.
I have a Christmas present for you. Five months of overdue bills! You can possibly pay them! (laughs evilly)
(singing) Yah-yah! Read ‘em and weep!
Well, it’s true. Now come home, young lady. You’re going straight to bed.
No! I wanna stay with the puppies!
Too bad! You’re coming home this instant!
No, you can’t do this! Please, Auntie Katrina! Please!
Brattina! What is wrong with you?
I didn’t get anything for Christmas. It’s not fair! (crying)
What do you mean, my little jalapeno? All these presents are for you.
But it’s not enough, Mommy Dearest! I didn’t get my bitter piranha bathtub toy, or my Suzy Spit-up Doll, or my…
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!
Boy! I’ll say they’re not crying. They look happy, Mommy Dearest!
What? What are those people doing out there? Why aren’t they home opening their gifts? Don’t they know it’s Christmas?
Oh, puppies! It looks like Santa’s been here, and these love presents for everyone! A million, a billion… A kazillion presents! Yeah!
Psst. Kitty, want some warm milk?
(to the audience) Well, you can’t expect every episode to end with a joke. Happy Holidays, kids!
And throw in an extra eek for me!
HBHowler and Bright Eyes
Help!
It’s a genious houstin… a sizzling roasted… uh… (howls) It’s a great big spook!
Oh, sakes alive! Is there no one who can save us from this fate worse than a flea bath?!
There’s no need to fear. Wonder Whopper is here, along with the world’s greatest ghost hounder, Biff-Barker! This is my hero cos he’s so brave.
BBBiff-Barker
No ghost can scare Biff-Barker.
And that’s the story of how we were all rescued by Wonder Whopper and Biff Barker the world’s greatest ghost hounder.
Whopper, where do you dream up all this nonsense about Biff Barker?
But there’s not nonsense! He’s a star of the ghost hounder’s TV show.
And I’m an official member… No. The treasure… Oh. The president of the Biff Barker fan club. Yeah. (pushing the lever down and all his things come out) Biff Barker’s an honest-to-goodness real ghost hounder and my hero!
Hmm. I wonder if Biff Barker ever ran into the ghost of the Terrible Terrier!
(chuckles) Ghost of the Terrible Terrier?
Yes! The ghost of the Terrible Terrier! Late at night, you can hear a moan.
A ghoulish, gruesome, ghastly groan. He calls “I’ll get you! I’ll get you! I’ll get you!”
We got him good with that one, Cooler!
We’ve already scared them enough, Cooler. Don’t overdo it.
It’s the Terrible Terrier!
Well, it ain’t rimp tin tin!
TTThe Terrible Terrier
Pound Puppies! Be gone from here by midnight tomorrow, or else!
Or else what, doggy breath?
(to Whopper) You had to ask.
My fellow pound puppies, we have met the enemy and he is ugly! But remember, we have nothing to fear, but things that go “Booga-booga-booga!” In conclusion, we must fight this ghost to the bitter end! Are you with me, Pound Puppies?!
Yeah, I take it that means no.
Whoa! What’s going on, gang?
We’re baking the worst… Uh, faking the first… (howls) taking the first bus outta here.
That’s right. We’re not staying here one more little old minute with that drooling ghostly glob.
He may be a drooling ghostly glob, but we can lick him!
Cooler, that’s the most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard.
But Cooler’s right! We can’t just leave! We gotta stick together and fight! (cheering) To the cover dance on cinnamon toast! Pound Puppies, Pound Puppies, beat the ghost!
I take it back. That’s the most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard.
Come on, crew! We’ll show that Terrible Terrier who can’t push us around!
Yeah, and I know just the guy who can help us!
(singing) Holly believes in ghosts! Holly believes in ghosts! Only fools believe in ghouls! Holly believes in ghosts!
Oh, Holly. Of all the silly willy stories.
But it’s true, Auntie Katrina! It was a real ghost and he warned us to leave the pound by midnight tonight!
Now, now, Holly. You probably just had a nightmare. We all know there are no such things as ghosts. Oh! Well, ta-ta, girls. I’m off.
TTThe Terrible Terrier
(roars)
TTThe Terrible Terrier
I warn you! Be gone by midnight, or else!
It’s gone, Mommy Dearest. The disgusting icky-poo ghost is gone.
And so are we! We’re moving out of this house by tonight.
Move? But what about my Puppies?
Who cares about your icky-poo puppies?
Now, now, Brattina, Holly cares very much for those, those hideous mongrels. Oh, well, I suppose we could all move, Holly. The puppies too.
You mean it, Auntie Katrina? The puppies can come with us?
Yes, dear, if that’s what you want.
Gosh! Thanks, Auntie Katrina! This is wonderful!
You don’t know the half of it, girlie. (laughs evilly)
So, that’s where Katrina was packing us off to. Why, that woman’s nothing more than a…
Ooh, please! Nose Marie, try to clean up your language!
Oh, well, pardon my little ol’ peaches.
Oh, Dr. Simon. Please do come in and give the puppies their painful shots.
(singing) Give the dogs a shot! Make them cry a lot! Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch. Lots of painful shots!
SDr. Simon
Actually, the shots aren’t that painful. The dogs will barely feel a thing.
SDr. Simon
All right, Holly, I’m ready. Would you please bring me the dogs? All the dogs.
Sure thing, Dr. Simon. Let’s go, puppies. Shot time.
SDr. Simon
I’m finished, Miss Stoneheart. Here’s my bill.
Huh! This is the last time I spend money on shots that don’t hurt. It’s an outrage!
SDr. Simon
Good day, Miss Stoneheart.
Wait a minute. You build me for 10 shots. There are only 5 dogs in this pound.
SDr. Simon
Nope. They were 10.
It's Cooler and those icky-poo gang.
And I just paid for their shots! Stop them!
They escaped, Mommy Dearest! Cooler helped every one of your yucky puppies get away!
Hear that, Mommy Dearest? It’s that icky-poo puppy and her yucky bird.
I know, but where are they hiding?
Catgut says they’re under the gunky ground.
Worms and gophers are underground, you furball. Not dogs and birds. Now quit clowning around.
We were so busy with Cheep-Cheep. We almost forgot to find Schap a home.
Your new masters are waiting, Schap honey.
Hey, guys. Nice job! And like I always say “May birds and dogs of a feather flock together.” (laughs)
CCCheep-Cheep
(tweeting in a barking way)
(laughs) I couldn’t have said it better myself. (laughs)
