Meanwhile, the Puppies and Kittens are gathered by an alleyway in the heart of town. "Hm," Squeak muses. "I thought I remembered seeing an old mirror around here somewhere-ah, here it is!" Noticing a discarded hand mirror sitting by a trash can at the back of the alley, the Siamese cat quickly picks it up.
"What'cha doin', Squeak?" Tiny inquires.
"Just gonna break this mirror." he replies.
"Squeak, don't!" Niblet exclaims. "Breakin' a mirror brings seven years bad luck-49 in dog years, and 35 in cat years!"
"Don't worry, Niblet." Squeak picks up a small hammer nearby and taps the mirror, shattering it. "See? Nothing bad hap-" He barely has time to finish his sentence when another street cleaner motors by, drenching the dogs and cats again.
"See?" Taboo notes. "It is bad luck!"
"Well, here," Strudel notes, as she traipses out onto the sidewalk and begins stepping from crack to crack. "I'm stepping on cracks, and nothing bad's hap-" She's barely able to finish when a can of paint topples off of a nearby stack of crates and lands on Taboo's head. The little black pup fearfully runs in circles, "Help! Get it off of me! Get it off of me!" Bella gently removes the bucket from his head. "Thanks, Bella." Taboo, who's face is now covered in pink paint, replies gratefully.
Squirt takes a small cell phone out of his jacket pocket and dials a number. "Hello, city fish mart? How's your Ahi?"
"SQUIRT!" the others exclaim disapprovingly.
A red-faced Squirt hangs up and quickly tucks the phone back in his pocket. "Ooh, just kidding."
Noticing a ladder leaned against a tree across the street, Cookie is suddenly hit with an idea. "Ooh, I think I may have a plan. Follow me, please." The group then follows her over to the tree, upon which Cookie walks under the ladder. "See? I've walked under a ladder, and there's no danger-" Unfortunately, she's barely said these words when a wrench, which had been sitting on top of the ladder, gets jostled off and hits against the tree, which unfortunately was housing a beehive. The bees begin swarming out en masse and chase after the dogs and cats with a vengeance. "AAAAAAAAHHHHH!" the Puppies and Kittens cry as they frantically run for cover.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the city, Catchum has set up a trail of dog biscuits leading down the sidewalk to where he's hiding under a large wooden crate. "Heh heh," he chuckles to himself. "In a few minutes I'll nab that little good luck charm." He watches as the Dalmatian follows the trail, eating up each of the biscuits; before the Dalmatian can eat the final biscuit, Catchum quickly leaps out from under the crate with his net held high in the air. "Ha, I gotcha!"
Thinking quickly, the Dalmatian picks up the final biscuit and stuffs it in Catchum's mouth, then pulls his net down over him and runs away. "Wiseguy." the dogcatcher mumbles in a muffled voice.