This is the second in my series of reimaginings/retellings of episodes of the TV show. Some notable changes made are that the three Pound Puppies from the 1985 special (Violet, Barkerville and Scrounger) who didn't make the cut for the series are now part of the cast, although, in this particular fan fiction two of the Pound Purries (from the book "Kitten Companions") temporarily take Barkerville and Scrounger's places. Flack and Tubbs, the two dognappers also from the 1985 special are also here, and they're now Katrina Stoneheart's henchmen. (Sort of like Horace and Jasper to Cruella De Vil.) Some elements of the story have been altered as well (But I won't give them away). Please enjoy!

Brighteyes runs through the streets of New York city with a pair of nasty, red-eyed alley cats pursuing her. She darts down an alleyway which ends up leading to a dead end; she backs up against the wall, behind a manhole as the alley cats close in on her, snickering nastily. "Oh no," the yellow lab shudders. "I'm doomed!"

The cats pounce at her; suddenly, the manhole cover pops up, slamming them both in the face. The perpetrator of this deed is revealed to be Cooler, the leader of the Pound Puppies. "Excuse me," he says jokingly. "Is this the meeting of, 'Alley Cats Anonymous?'" He looks over at the unconscious cats. "Hmm, looks like I was a little late attending. Rats, I always miss out on all the fun." he punctuates his sentence with a chuckle.

"Cooler, how wonderful to see you!" Brighteyes exclaims joyfully.

Before Cooler can respond, the alley cats come to, and start after them again. "Well, we'd love to stay for the festivities, but we gotta run. Let's do lunch sometime, 'kay?" Cooler says, as he and Brighteyes disappear down the manhole just as the cats pounce at them.

In the sewer line, beneath the streets, Brighteyes gives Cooler a hug. "Thanks, Cooler, you saved me."

"Aw, shucks, ma'am. T'weren't nothin'. There's just one thing I'd like to know, though…WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? WE'VE BEEN LOOKING EVERYWHERE FOR YOU!"

"I'm sorry, Cooler," the yellow lab replies dolefully. "I've just been out looking for someone to adopt me." she punctuates her sentence with a sigh.

"And, as fearless leader of the Pound Puppies," Cooler says in a heroic voice, while striking an equally heroic pose. "It is my sworn duty to help this pup find a hap-hap-happy home!"

Brighteyes giggles. "Oh, Cooler, you're such a kook."

Cooler then picks her up and carries her. "And so, the brave kook spirits the fair damsel dog in distress back to the puppy pound, where her wish may come true, because today, people from all over are coming to adopt Pound Puppies!"

Cooler and Brighteyes pop out of a fire hydrant in front of the pound; once they reach the front gate, they're greeted by Howler and Chatty Cat, one of the Pound Purries. Chatty is a furry brown cat wearing a dark blue tee shirt covered in yellow circles, squares and triangles, matching shorts, a pink ribbon in her hair and a pink bracelet around her left wrist. "Brighteyes! It's so good to see you've made it back safely," she says. "And you're just in time for the big day."

"What day is that?"

"It's Arbor day, no, it's Labor day, no, it's Groundhog day, no, it's-awoo-oo-oo, it's Adoption day." Howler howls.

A banner reading, "ADOPTION DAY" pops up above the front gate. All the various dogs and cats in the pound excitedly bark and meow, "This is it, Adoption day!" "Yeah!" "All right!" "I can't wait!"

Inside Nose Marie's house, Brighteyes is very excited. "Ooh, Adoption day, this could be my big chance! Nose Marie," she turns to the bloodhound, who's grooming in front of a large vanity mirror. "Do you think it's likely that anyone will want me as their pet?"

"Purty well likely, Sugar Pie. That's why on Adoption day it's im-portant fer all a' us dogs n' cats t'look our li'l ol' best; a'course in mah case, that comes natu'rly." she punctuates her sentence with a chuckle.

"You know, Brighteyes," comes a voice from a bathtub overflowing with bubbles in a corner of the room. "I've been adopted lotsa times." The owner of the voice, Whopper, sticks his head out of the tub.

"Really?"

"Yeah, once I was adopted by a man, he was a space man, yeah, he was the man in the moon. He had a big house, it was a mansion, no, make that a yacht. We sailed to Milwaukee, no, Miami, no, to the moon! Yeah."

"Whopper," Nose Marie says indignantly. "Ain't we all told'ya a million li'l ol' times never t'exaggerate?"