Nose Marie, this is Buddy. And, uh, somewhere around here is his invisible friend Bob.
Invisible? Now there’s something you don’t see every day or any day.
Well, I’ll leave the three of you to get to know each other. I’ll be seeing ya except for Bob, that is.
Chocolate chip dog treats and I have just enough batter to make you one.
(Off-screen) Gee! Doesn’t Bob get one too?
Tell you what, darling. I’ll make him an invisible one, okay?
Bob was hungry and ate all the biscuits, so I tried to make some more real quick. (burps) ‘Scuse me.
Yeah. Uh, and if I were you, I’d make Bob clean it up. Bye!
Buddy! Buddy! His story is like an invisible dog biscuit. Hard to swallow.
(singing) Hmmm, red, yellow, green and blue. I’m painting a rainbow just for you.
Hey! What are you painting?
Gosh! It was a rainbow, but now I’ll call it spilled ketchup on a striped tablecloth.
Sorry. (to Bob) Bob, you shouldn’t sneak up on people like that.
Gee! Is there really someone there?
Sure. He’s just invisible. Hey, maybe you can paint him.
How if I can’t even see him?
Oh, yeah. Well, then Bob wants to paint you.
Me? An artist model? Bow, oh wow. I’ll pose as a ballerina. Okay. Paint me.
There, you’re painting. Ha-ha!
That’s not the teeny weeniest bits funny.
You’re right. What a joke to play on such a nice puppy. Bob says he’s sorry.
Whoo! Space commander Whopper leads that Starfleet through the asteroid belt. Vroom!
Whopper Sure!
Where’d all the neat stuff come from?
Oh, I invented it. Yeah, That’s it! I built this whole place myself. Yeah. (Imagining he digs through the tunnel with the drill machine) I dug it up. I dug hundred, uh, thou… No, no. A million feet down to the centre of the earth, where I went water-skiing with the king of a mole man. Yeah!
I have an invisible friend.
Invisible friend? Oh, boy. If there’s one thing I hate, it’s someone who fibs.
No, really. His name is Bob, and he wants to play space commander too.
Hey! Paws off! Touching those is a doggy. Don’t!
I didn’t do it. Bob did. I’m turning them off again.
Oh, no! What have you done?
Aw. It’s alright, Whopper dear. I think everything’s back in order.
Everything but what to do about Buddy’s invisible friend Bob.
But he just has to learn to take the blame for his own mistakes.
Whoa! Brainstorm city! We’ll teach this new pup some old tricks, by making that invisible problem-o, poof… disappear.
So this is the Hall of Puppy Power. What happens now?
It’s every pup’s dream come true. A happy home and loving master.
Hey, that’s me! And who’s that? Is that gonna be my master?
(Off-screen) Well, maybe. But if a puppy does things like snitching cookies.
(Off-screen) Or playing practical jokes.
(Off-screen) Or fooling with things he shouldn’t.
That puppy will never get a master. It’ll be a pound bound hound.
You see, Buddy, we know you did all those things and we know Bob isn’t real.
What? He is too real and he’s a better friend than any of you guys. (storming off)
Whoa. Took it pretty hard.
(Off-screen) Well, you are kinda rough on him.
(becoming visible) After all, he does believe in me. He wasn’t lying on purpose.
And you’re a dinosaur! Neato!
What were you expecting? A giant bunny rabbit?
Hey. Quit yanking my leash. You’re not real. So, uh, how can we see you?
Puppy Power made me visible. Up till now, I’ve only lived in Buddy’s mind. You see, Buddy’s been all alone since he was born. So he made me up. We play together, but I’m just pretend. Buddy needs a real friend.
Somewhere, there must be a boy who needs a friend like Buddy.
You know, I have a cousin who’s the make-believe friend of a lonely boy named Colin.
Ooh! Tell us everything, Bob-a-loo.
Well, you see, Colin was that something that was about… (whispers)
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?
Now, with these new padlocks, I’m going to lock you pups away forever.
Eww, look, Mommy Dearest! It’s that yucky runaway dog!
Nothing can save the icky-poo troublemaking bow-wow now.
Oh, no! It-It feels like an earthquake!
KBKatrina and Brattina
Oh!
What is that, Mommy Dearest?
I don’t know, but it’s not getting in here!
That should teach Katrina not to be so cagey. (laughs)
CColin
Pretty funny comic, huh, Sam?
SSam
(laughs) I’ll say. There they are.
SSam
Hiya, Bob. (He comes to see Bob) Yeah, I’ve been expecting you, guys.
Is that him? My new master? Oh, I’m so nervous. Do you think you’ll like me?
SSam
Only one way to find out.
CColin
Sam. Sam, where are you? Hey, where’d you come from? Well, don’t be afraid. Come here, boy. Come to Colin.
(referring to Colin and Buddy) What do you know? They’re playing.
A match made in Puppy Heaven.
CColin
Sit, boy. Good dog. Now, wait here a second. Hey, mum! Can I keep a puppy?
Hey, Bob. He likes me. Just wait till he meets you.
Oh, but I can’t stay here, Buddy.
What do you mean? We’re a team, best friends. Where I go, you’ll go.
CColin
Mum said yes. I could keep you. Hey, where’d the puppy go?
This is your big chance for a real home, Buddy.
And I don’t wanna see you lose it. Go on. (He pushes Buddy back in)
We’ll be invisible friends to other lonely pups and kids. And remember, Buddy, anytime you think of me, I’ll be right here.
Right here. (He hugs Buddy)
Hey, don’t mention it, pal.
CColin
Where’d my little Buddy go? Here, Buddy!
Well, not alone anymore. Time for us to go, Sam.
And, uh, when you find those lonely kids and puppies, you know where to send them.
The Dirty Bowl Patrol is on a roll with a help of the Wonder Whopper!
Thanks for pitching in, Jerry!
So when do we start having fun around here?
As soon as all our work’s done.
Yeah. We have a million… zillion… no, a gazillion 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 Bell. Yeah, we have to mop up the moon. Yeah, the moon’s a mess. The monsters, they’re total slobs.
Hey! Blue, what happened to Jerry?
BBlue
He said he had something really important to do.
(skateboarding away) Catch ya later, guys!
Yeah. Skateboarding’s pretty important stuff.
Ah, oh! There she blows! Katrina! Off the starboard bow!
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.
(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!
Oh all right, Brattina! Show me the dogs. How many miserable mongrels did you catch?
Almost a hundred icky-poo smelly dogs.
A hundred dogs?! Why, Brattina, I could kiss you!
Eww! Gross. No thanks. I’d rather have a Suzy Spit-up Doll.
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!
(Angry with her) Play games with me, will you, young lady? Just for this: You can kiss that Suzy Spit-up Doll goodbye!
Yahoo! Anyone else coming in for a dip?
BEBright Eyes and Whopper
No thanks.
Yuck! What gifts with the swimming hole?
And cleaning up is no fun. I mean who likes doing chores?
This whole place is no fun anymore. Come on, Blue. Let’s get outta here.
Cooler, how soon are you gonna get Blue and me adopted?
Oh, gee. I don’t know. (sighs) Maybe after we’re through watching TV.
I hate it here. Everything’s broken or dirty. Nobody does any chores!
Absotutely. You don’t do chores. We don’t do chores.
I do so. I mean I will. I mean that is…
(sighs) I guess I don’t. Sorry, Cooler. Ah, but why can’t chores be fun?
Hey. Maybe you’re onto something, kiddo. Let’s give it the old pound puppy try.
