A large group of dogs and cats, one of such being Jinx, are gathered in the yard for Adoption Day. Brighteyes, who's standing next to her, observes a large number of people walking through the pound's front gates. "Wow, we've sure got a big crowd today; I'm positive that you'll find a super-nifty owner in no time!"

"I wouldn't be so sure," the little cat says doubtfully, with her head down. "No one's going to want to adopt a walking bad luck charm."

"Oh, no reason to think that way, Jinxy. You need to look on the bright side. Why I'm certain that you'll soon have a new peachy-keen home with whipped cream and a strawberry on top!" the yellow lab replies positively. Jinx scratches her head. "Uhm, will I be living in it, or eating it?"

Holly and the Pound Puppies are so busy with this that they don't hear Nabbit and the two dognappers sneaking around outside the fence. "All right, we'll wait 'till all the people leave, then nab the cat." Nabbit says. "Sure thing." Flack replies. As he's sneaking along, Flack looks over his shoulder and notices Tubbs wearing a concerned look on his face. He shoots his associate an indignant look(Well, as far as anyone could tell, anyway-his hat always covers his eyes). "And what's botherin' you?"

"Oh I'm jus' scared a' all da bad luck!"

"Tubbs," the skinny dognapper replies matter-of-factly. "Y'got a cereal box stuck on yer head at breakfast dis morning, y'turned da hot water up to high in da shower an' got boiled like a lobster, ya put yer pants on backwards, an' ya knocked an entire stack a' cans down at da grocery store. In yer case, bad luck'd be an improvement!"

"Gee, thanks, Flack, I fell a whole lot better."

"Simple mind, simple solution." Flack mumbles under his breath.

Back at the pound, Jinx observes people all around her scooping up dogs and cats; a sad look crosses her face. Suddenly, she hears, "Ohmigosh! Check it out!" The little black cat turns around to see a tall, skinny teenage girl with long, black hair in a ponytail, wearing a pink t-shirt, purple jeans, and glittery purple sandals, standing over her. "I have totally never seen a cat like her before!" The girl gently strokes Jinx's back; the little cat gives a long, contented purr. "Oh, aren't you sweet." The girl then turns to Holly. "Uhm, Hi, my name's Stacie, and I'd like to adopt this kitty."

"Well, certainly."

"That cat is just so totally perfect! Oh wait'll the guys at school hear about her! Oh say, uh, speaking of which, I gotta go to school right now, so could you, like, keep her for me until I get back, please?"

"Sure!"

Jinx's face breaks into a wide smile. "See?" Brighteyes says. "I knew you'd find a nice owner."

Stacie traipses off through the pound's front gate. She calls over her shoulder, "Please put a little sign on the gate, Holly, I don't want anyone taking that cat while I'm gon-WHOOOOOOOA!" Her sentence ends in a yell as she trips on a curb and falls in a mud puddle. The Pound Puppies and Jinx all look on in shock. Holly runs up to her. "Stacie, are you okay?"

"Oh, uh, sure, I'm fine." the teenage girl lifts herself out of the mud puddle and starts walking off again. "It's no prob-OOMPH!" an apple from a nearby tree falls on her head. SPLAT! Stacey keeps walking. "I'm fine, it's totally no dea-UGH!" a passing car kicks up a tsunami of gravel, which covers her. "I-I'm-I'm, like, okay, really!"

Jinx looks on sadly as Stacie leaves. "Never seen it to fail. Every time someone thinks they might like me. I'm nothing but a bad luck accident waiting to happen." Her shoulders slump as she sits dolefully on the ground.

"Oh, that's not so, Jinxy," Brighteyes says consolingly. "Things like this happen all the time."

Howler walks up to Jinx. "Yeah, after all, there's a pup for every person, and a person for every pup, or, uh, kitty. I'm sure that somewhere out there is a loving owner waiting just for you. In fact…" he muses for a second. "I may have just the thing to find them! Please, come with me, Jinx."

Jinx follows Howler into the pound with the others following close behind. Meanwhile, Whopper stands by the fence, drinking a can of soda. He tosses the empty can over the fence, upon which hearing, Bink! OW! A curious Whopper stares over his shoulder. "Huh?" then dismisses the sound, and walks back toward the pound. "Mm. Must be mice or something."

Behind the fence, Tubbs rubs his head. "Ooh, that smarted me!"

"Gee, if dat smarted ya's, I shoulda' dropped a whole box a' soda on yer head years ago!" Flack snaps. "Now come on, we gotta nab dat cat!" The dognappers continue to sneak along, when suddenly, a street cleaner drives by, drenching them and knocking them off their feet. Flack splutters, "Pteww, what gives here?"

"Yeah, we a'ready had our baths this month!" Tubbs exclaims.

Flack looks over his shoulder at Nabbit, who's perfectly dry. "Hey, how come we got soaked while da guy what smells like a compost heap stays dry?!"

"Duh, maybe water knows when it's licked."

"Well, dat's a very astute assumption, Tubbs."

"Y'mean I said sumthin' smart?" Tubbs replies. Flack picks up a soda can lying on the ground. "Here, have another soda can, yer a few quarts low." He tosses it at Tubbs' head. Bink.

The two dognappers then slowly climb to their feet; as Tubbs stands up, he notices a gaping hole in the back of his pants. "Oh no, oh no," he panics. "More bad luck!"

"Ah, no, Tubbs," Flack replies. "Remember da time ya bent over ta pick up a penny 'n ripped yer pants, and da time ya ripped yer pants climbing over dat chain link fence in front'a da junk yard, and then dat junkyard dog ripped yer pants clean off as you was climbin' back out?"

"Yeah…"

"So, ya see, ya ain't got bad luck, ya jus' got bad pants!"

"I s'pose dat makes sense." Tubbs mumbles to himself.

"Why the boss ever hired those two dopes, I may never know." Nabbit grumbles.