(writing down on the clipboard) Four more cute little old pups ready for adoption, Cooler.
Let’s just hope they’re ready to meet the evil queen of creepiness. Katrina Stoneheart.
Welcome, doggies. Now, let’s get one thing straight right off the bat. You’ll never escape from my pound! NEVER! (blowing the pups into the cage)
(meows then laughs in an evil grin)
And no one can help you, not even Cooler and his icky-poo puppy pals.
And if Cooler’s pack shows up around here, we’ll be waiting with… the Vacuum Vortex.
Cooler and his mongrel mob will be turned into a canine cage! (laughs evilly)
Yes, folks! It dices, it slices, and it’s only 1995! (laughs)
Uh-oh! It’s on to us, crew! Let’s hit the pain!
Why is that bucket of boats chewing up garbage cans?
Blasted contraption must need a tune-up. Take it back to the garage, Brattina!
Yes, sure, Mommy Dearest. Come on, Vacuum.
Don’t worry, puppies. You have more friends here than you think.
Forget about Katrina, pups and puppets. We have some tail wagging good news. So listen up.
We’re gonna find each and every one of you.
By Jove, Pal, old chap! What’s wrong with your tail? It should be wagging.
I don’t know. My tail never wags.
NMNose Marie and Cooler
It never wags?
It never wags. And no one wants to adopt the pup whose tail won’t wag.
(picking him up) Now don’t you worry your cute little old head, Pal, dear.
Because we’re gonna fix your wagger.
And for emergencies like this, who do you call? Young Doctor Whopper!
What do you make of it, doc?
That much we know, but why won’t it wag?
Its batteries must be worn out, but I think we’ll have to operate.
(chuckles) You’re barking up the wrong tree, Whopper.
Pal doesn’t need a new tail. He needs a reason to wag his own tail.
So, let’s give him a reason. Let’s cheer up this pup!
Oh, oh! Cheering up is my specialty!
Then, Bright Eyes, do your stuff!
All right! (picking Pal up on her head) Come on, Pal! Quit your dragging! It’s time to set your tail wagon. Let’s have fun. No more gloom. Welcome to the Rumpus Room.
Wow, wow! (watching the pups having fun)
This is where we pups gotta wag our tails and have a flash. So let’s blast off!
BEBright Eyes and Pal
Whee!
(laughing as her tail wags)
(laughs) Oh, cats! It’s still not wagging. Let’s face it. It’ll never wag.
Whoa. Don’t give up so fast, my little puparoo.
We’ve got someone who can put some bounce in your behind.
Pal, this is Howler, our expert inventor.
(howls) Uh, uh, pleased to meet you, Pal, and don’t worry about a thing. I have an invention here that’s guaranteed to defrost your frozen tail. (He shows Pal his new invention) I call it “the Wag-O-Matic.”
Gee! Do you think it’ll really work?
There’s one way to find out. Let’s hook you up and switch it on. (switching it on) Now, that’s what I call wagging.
(Off-screen) But everything’s wagging except his tail.
Sorry, Pal. I guess my invention was a bust.
But Katrina’s invention is back in action.
The Vacuum Vortex is all turned up, Mommy Dearest.
Excellent, Brattina! Now, let’s give it a vile demonstration. Are you ready, Catgut?
We just set the gunky controls to the cat.
Get out of my face, you coward!
Mommy Dearest, you look scary.
But it works, Brattina. It works! Now we can finish our Cooler and his pack of pesky pooches, for good! (laughs evilly)
Oh, no! How are we ever gonna sneak Pal and the other pups out now?
(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.
You know, Pal, I’ve been thinking. We’ve been trying to get your tail the wag, but we’ve blown it. Because, hey, we can’t make it wag.
What Cooler is trying to say, Pal, is that the wag has to come from inside of you.
Straight from your little old heart.
Come on. We’ll show ya in the Hall of Puppy Power.
Pal, deep within every dog’s heart is a gift known as puppy power.
It’s the magical love shared by puppies and children.
Us and Holly has puppy power.
That’s right, Pal. And now we’d like you to meet a special boy. His name is Greg.
Gee! His tail’s not wagging either.
That’s right. He’s lonesome because his best friend just moved away to another town.
Pal, do you think you might be able to cheer Greg up?
Who? Me? I-I don’t know. But-But I’d sure like to try, could I?
I’d really like to help him. I really would. I’d love to cheer up Greg, (howling) and howl.
HBHolly, Bright Eyes and Whopper
His tail’s wagging!
It’s a puppy’s dream come true! Having someone to love.
It’s the happiest day of my life!
Come on, Pal. Greg’s waiting to adopt you!
Yo, Pound Puppies, let’s start pounding!
Be super-duper quiet, Pal. I’ll bet the Vacuum Vortex can hear a pin drop.
All right, who dropped the pin?
Sorry! I guess my diaper drooped. Oh, how embarrassed.
Well, undroop it. Let’s get outta here!
(laughs evilly) Oh, at last! The Vacuum Vortex is about to crush Cooler and his cronies!
Shake a leg, crew! In fact, shake all 4 legs!
Yee-haw! Ride ‘em, cowdog!
Mommy Dearest, it’s that yucky icky-poo, Cooler.
Get him, you reckless hunk of junk! Suck him off!
Hmm. This pony ride needs a minor adjustment. R-A-T spells rat, which stands for Katrina!
Oh! Oh, no! It’s gone berserk! Oh! Oh! Run for it!
Eww! Icky-yucky, stinky smelly cages!
Someday, I’ll get you for this, Cooler. Someday!
And someday, Katrina may find the key to unlock a cage, but not someday soon! (laughs)
(cries) I’m so happy for little old Pal.
Hey. Pull yourself together, Nose Marie.
I can’t help it. I always cry at adoptions. (She cries and blows her nose)
GGreg
Now, neither of us will ever be lonely again, Pal.
And that’s what I call a tail with a happy ending. (laughs and wags his tail)
Hey, check it out. That’s the correctamundo street: Grove Avenue.
It won’t be long now, Bessie honey.
Aha! There they are! Cooler and his mutt friend all get ahead. Full travel forward!
No, Brattina! Watch where you’re going!
You crud! Where did you get your driving license?
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.
Bright Eyes, peel me a grape.
Sorry. My hands are full.
Oh! I just wonder if this statue of me is going to be big enough.
It’s so big. They’ll never find a place for all the stone chips.
Bright Eyes, never bother a king with tiny details!
Now we know why your name is Tuffy.
Tuffy, I’m sorry for what I said “You’re pretty neat for a cat.”
TTuffy
Thanks, Whopper. Hey, you’re pretty neat too for a dog.
And-And I want you to have this for keeps.
How about if we make Tuffy an honorary Pound Puppy.
There’s just one more little old thing Tuffy needs.
AAll
(Off-Screen) What’s that?
TTuffy
Oh, no! Not again!
Don’t cry, puppies. No one’s going to hurt you.
Holly! Get away from those filthy beasts!
But, Auntie Katrina, they’re so frightened!
Frightened? They should be terrified! (laughs evilly) Because my pound is now equipped with… (Copter-Catcher appears up above) …the Copter-Catcher! No dog will ever escape again! (laughs evilly)
(laughs evilly) What d’you say, Catgut? Let’s give ‘em a little demonstration.
(meows and laughs evilly)
Whoa! Brattina, you fool! Put me down!
All right, all right. Have a cow, why don’tcha!
Sorry about that, Mommy Dearest.
(angrily) You’ll be more than sorry, young lady! Fly, stay in your room! You’re grounded!
But, Mommy Dearest! (sobbing)
