The group meets in Howler's laboratory. "Now, if you'll step right this way, Pal, I have a machine that's guaranteed to de-frost your frozen tail." Howler walks over to a large pink curtain and pulls the cord; the curtain pulls away revealing a large, odd-looking black machine with several mechanical hands. "The Wag-O-Matic!"

Pal walks up to the Wag-O-Matic. "Gee, do you think it'll really work?"

"I'm positive it will...at least, I'm, uh, pretty sure…" Howler places a small, cone-shaped device over Pal's tail and switches the machine on. The machine gives a whirr, and instantly, Pal's entire body begins vibrating.

"I mean no offense," Cooler says. "But everything seems to be wagging except his tail."

"I-I-I'm g-g-g-e-e-etting s-e-e-e-easick!" Pal exclaims shakily.

"But, how can you get seasick on dry land?" Whopper inquires.

"Th-th-this land's n-n-not liable to be dry for much longer!"

"Thought I had all the bugs worked out of this one." Howler says under his breath, as he pushes several buttons on the machine. "Don't worry, Pal, I'll get things under control!"

Pal stops vibrating. Suddenly, three mechanical hands shoot out and grab him up. One hand starts spanking him, one starts giving him noogies, and one starts tweaking his nose. "All right, all right, I'll give you my lunch money-uhm, if I had any to give, that is."

Howler keeps frantically pushing buttons. "Oh, It's out of control! How can I stop it?!"

Cooler walks over to the side of the machine and pulls the plug.

"Huh." Howler says. "Never thought about that."

Pal, now free from the machine, walks away dazedly, then vibrates, walks, then vibrates, walks, then vibrates, before collapsing to the ground. He crawls on his belly out of Howler's lab. "It's…just…hopeless…"

The Pound Puppies follow him closely behind. "Sorry, Pal." Howler says sadly. "I guess my invention was a fluke."

Holly, who's in the surveillance room, looks through a periscope. "But Aunty Katrina's invention is up and running again."

Katrina and her crew are all standing on the front lawn , gathered around the machine. "A'right, boss, da Vacuum Vortex oughta' be in woikin' order now." Flack says.

"Yeah," says Tubbs. "We got it purrin' like a…uh… Purrin' like a…uh…uhm…"

Catgut walks up to him and gives a little purr. "Duh, oh yeah! Purrin' like, uh, one a' those!"

"Excellent, excellent, dears! Now, why don't we give it a little try." Katrina turns to Catgut. "And you're just the cat for the job!"

A look of panic crosses the cat's face. "M-m-meow! No, no, no!" he begs.

Katrina turns to Brattina. "Ready, honey?"

"Ready, Mommie Dearest." Brattina presses some buttons on the machine's control panel. "Now to set the gunky controls to, 'Kitty cat.'" A picture of a cat appears on the screen. Katrina then switches the machine on.

"MEEEE-OOOOWWWW!" Catgut screeches as the machine chases after him with a vengeance. He scurries up a tree, but the Vacuum Vortex just sucks the whole tree up. Catgut quickly disembarks the tree at the last minute, rushes over to Katrina and grabs on to her wig, trembling.

"Get out of my face, you coward!" Katrina yells, as she tries to pry Catgut off. Suddenly, the Vacuum Vortex rushes up to her. Katrina screams as the machine sucks up the cat and her wig. The machine rattles and clanks, then pops Catgut(who's now wearing Katrina's wig!) out in a cage. The cat grumbles angrily at this.

Katrina walks up to the machine and kisses it on the snout. "It works! My beautiful machine works! Now we can finally finish off Cooler and his pack of pesky pooches-for good!"

Brattina cringes. "Eww, Mommie Dearest, you look scary!"

Katrina whips around to see Flack and Tubbs snickering. "You two louts had better not be laughing!" she seethes.

"Duh, oh no, we ain't laffin'!" Tubbs says.

"Eh, yeah, it's just our allergies." Flack adds.

"Oh really. Allergies to what?"

"Uh, uh, we don't remember. We, uh, better go look it up a second!" Flack replies. The two dognappers then rush behind the mansion and crack up. "WA-HA-HA! OHH GOSH! HAW HAW HAW HAW HAWW!"

The dognappers then return. "Eh yeah," Flack says. "It's, uh, an allergy to, uh, "Cathasiga Nula Maniana", yeah, dat's it."

Katrina promptly clobbers them both on their heads. "Thought sure she'd fall fer it." Tubbs says dazedly.