Barkerville, Cooler, Scrounger, Howler, and Nose Marie exited the pound through the back gate early the next morning with Rugby in tow.

"Well, the coast is all clear," Cooler observed. "So where do we go first?"

"I think we should go this way," said Scrounger, pointing in Northwesterly direction. "After all, isn't it always supposed to be left to right?"

Howler gave a loud howl of disagreement as he pointed in the opposite direction.

"Now, now, fellas!" said Cooler. "Let Barkerville settle the argument. After all, he is the one who really knows where we're supposed to go."

Everyone turned their attention onto the English bulldog. He smiled and said, "Why I believe we should leave it to Miss Nose Marie to point us in the right direction. She does, after all, have the best sniffer in all of the pound."

Nose Marie looked flattered and responded, "At your service."She put her nose to the ground and took a long sniff. "We should go this way," she said pointing in the direction close to the one Scrounger had suggested.

Meanwhile just a few blocks away, Arnold Fisk the garbage man and the son of the mayor was going about his daily routine of gathering up bags full of garbage out of trash cans and alleyways and picking up dumpsters with his mighty truck and dumping the contents into the back of the truck.

Arnold hated his job, he hated garbage, he always did for it was so yucky, but now he hated it more than ever for just a few weeks ago his dear old daddy had promised him a whole new career as the supervisor of the city pound and never mind about laying off old Bigelow for it. However, just as he was about to move in, Bigelow had caught the two most notorious dog-nappers in New York, and coincidentally he and his daddy had been chasing after Bigelow at the same time after he had collided with their vehicle with the intention of having him arrested. Unfortunately for him though when Police chief Williams had declared Bigelow a hero his daddy the mayor had jumped at the opportunity of sharing the credit with him and had given him his job back.

Arnold had been furious! He felt so betrayed, and by his own daddy nonetheless! He swore to him he would never speak to him again, or at least not until he came around and kept his promise to give him a new and better career.

"It's all the fault of those mangy pound puppies!" he swore under his breath as flies buzzed around his head and he dumped a particularly heavy dumpster upside down and emptied it into his truck. "I swear on my life I will get even with them if it's the last thing I do!"

He put the dumpster back down with a very loud bang as though venting his rage out on it. Then as he was driving away he spotted from his high perch in his seat at the wheel of the enormous truck a few specks out of the corner of his eye. On looking closer he discovered those little specks were none other than the very same pound puppies who had lost him his new career before it ever go started. He instantly saw the perfect chance for revenge. These dogs had obviously escaped from the pound and if he could catch them and bring them back to the pound then his daddy would likely see that he was really the one who was deserving of the job of the pound supervisor.

The Pound Puppies had been roaming the streets for some time now and the effects of wandering without incident were now beginning to get to them.

"Have we got to anywhere yet?" Scrounger asked wearily.

"We must put our trust in the Nose," said Barkerville. "Remember the Nose knows."

"Well, what scents are you picking up now?" asked Scrounger to Nose Marie.

She sniffed at the air and replied, "Very strong... something very strong."

"You mean like a cat?" asked Scrounger hopefully, he liked the thought of being able to chase a furry feline.

"No... it's... much stronger than a cat," she replied. "In fact it's making my nose itch!"

"You know, I smell something, too," said Cooler.

"So do I," added Scrounger. "Hey, I'd know that scent anywhere! It's the smell of garbage!"

"P. U!" Howler howled.

"Uh oh!" muttered Nose Marie. "When there's garbage there must be a garbage man close by, and the garbage man is..."

"We know, Arnold Fisk, the mayor's son!" exclaimed Cooler. "And here he comes now!"

Sure enough they saw the garbage truck driving down the road ahead of them with the unshaven greasy haired man behind the wheel.

"Why do I get the feeling we aren't glad to see him?" asked Scrounger nervously.

"Probably because he is leaning out of the window with a net like the one Nabbit has and he obviously wants to catch us to prove to his dear daddy that he can be the pound supervisor," returned Cooler.

"Then let's make a run for it!" shouted Scrounger.

"Right behind you, chaps!" exclaimed Barkerville as he dashed after them.

"I won't let you get away! You mangy mutts!" yelled Arnold as he sped up the garbage truck and zoomed after the pound puppies with the catcher's net billowing in the wind.

They were chased through the streets as cars screeched to a halt as they passed them by. While the dogs were running as fast as they could, Arnold was also driving the garbage truck almost to the speed limit of it. He zoomed after them past many well known buildings and places around New York, and as he zoomed towards Central Park, two motorcyclists zoomed out in front of him and he let out a cry of horror as he swerved the truck sideways to avoid hitting them and the back of it rammed into a fire hydrant and ripped it from its station on the ground sending water spraying up into the air.

In his shock he backed the truck up into a a telephone pole and crashed loudly into it as the rear end of the truck was turned upwards and he yelled as he slammed face first into the windshield as the truck fell on its head and piles upon piles of garbage was dumped out of it and right on top of him. He crawled out of the door after managing to get it open and was instantly covered from head to foot in filth and garbage.

"I hate garbage!" he shouted loud enough for all of the city to hear.

The Pound Puppies ran until they were all out of breath. They stopped at a curb in an alleyway where they looked to see they were safe and they rested.

"Oh! If I ever see him again it will be too soon!" declared Cooler.

"I couldn't agree with you more, Cooler old boy!" agreed Barkerville heartily.

"Well, what do we do now?" asked Scrounger. "I'm hungry!" he complained as he rubbed his stomach.

They knew Scrounger was almost always hungry but now they were all quite hungry and agreed they should try to find some place to get something to eat.

They walked on for a little while before Nose Marie sniffed the air and exclaimed, "I smell food!" She sniffed again. "It smells like pizza! There must be a restaurant nearby!"

Now hungrier than ever they followed Nose Marie's lead that led them straight to a small restaurant which had a sign above it which read "Antolino's Best Pizza Place".

"You think they'll let us in?" asked Scrounger hopefully.

"I'm willing to bet on it," Barkerville assured him. "As most Italians I've known are very friendly."

They stood at the door and began barking and whimpering until they finally heard footsteps coming up to them as well as a deep voice humming a tune.

Soon the door was opened and they were greeted by a tall and heavyset man with a thick handlebar mustache and curly black hair wearing an apron. He smiled kindly at them and looked at them with warm brown eyes.

"Why, hello there poochies!" he exclaimed jovially. "What brings you here, eh? Why I bet you must be hungry, no? Come inside, I get you something to eat. How's about a nice pepperoni pizza pie?"

They all wagged their tails and panted their tongues in agreement. The generous man led them inside to a warm and neatly kept clean kitchen and he set about making them their meal, shaping and kneading and tossing and flattening the dough and then covering it with sauce and cheese and pepperoni and then stashing it into a very hot oven. Within minutes a timer went off and he took the pizza out of the oven and sliced it into individual pieces for all of them.

"I say, this is really quite good! I've never had anything like it before!" declared Barkerville as he ate his slice.

"Now I see why humans like this stuff so much!" Scrounger added with his mouth rather full.

As they were thus eating happily they heard the sound of a cell phone ringing and the warmhearted Italian owner of the restaurant took the phone out of his apron pocket and spoke into it.

"Hello? Oh, hey Mama! Good to here from you! I will be there to meet you at the train station real soon, okay? I'm so glad you could come visit me all the way from Ohio!"

The Pound puppies overheard the conversation, and now they knew what their next course of action was to be to get to their destination.