Dashing inside the café, Cookie takes refuge behind a stage's curtains. "Hmm, now where could Lucky and the others be?" she muses, peeking out. Scouting the room, her gaze eventually falls on Bondo, who's standing in front of the lady dogs' table.
"So, there I was, in the wilds of Africa, surrounded by a hundred vicious dog-eating lions..."
"Ooh!" "Ahh!" the lady dogs coo in admiration.
Cookie grimaces. "Shouldn't have expected any less from him." Suddenly, one of the cats pounces at her, upon which she dashes onto the stage. "Ahh hem, good evening, ladies and gentlemen," she says half jokingly. "We interrupt this announcement to make an announcement: a certain Miss Cupcake is being held hostage in the back room; a certain ndo will need to hurry in order to rescue her."
"Cupcake?" Patches echoes.
"Held hostage in the next room?" Lucky says.
"Let's go!" Bondo exclaims, upon which the three of them hurry to the back room.
As Cookie is standing on the stage, the cats get ready to pounce on her; she quickly judo chops them and hurries toward the back room with the others. The four dogs break down the door to the room and approach Goldclaw. "All right, Goldclaw," Bondo says. "We have a score to settle with you!"
The evil dog presses a button on his desk, which causes a cage to fall over the group. "Looks like zee score ees Goldclaw: 1, Pound Pupskis: 0!" he punctuates his sentence with an evil laugh.
The group meets later in a jail cell in the back of Goldclaw's hideout; Niblet is, appropriately enough, playing a harmonica. "How will we ever save Cupcake now?" Rebound despairs.
Just then, the dogs and cats hear the wall behind them smash, and whip around to see..."Yakov!" they exclaim.
"I come to rescue you." the Wolfhound pup says from the front seat of the biscuit buggy.
"Well, we've got no time to spare," Kugel states. "Goldclaw is making off with Cupcake, and who knows what he's planning to do at that pet food factory."
"Vee must hurry then." Yakov replies, as the others hop into the buggy and drive away.
Meanwhile, Feltwaddle, Morton, and Dot are walking along the beach. "Ahh," Feltwaddle sighs. "A day at the beach has certainly worked wonders for me, I fee as though all of my d-duuuhh-dog problems are behind me."
Suddenly, Goldclaw's car speeds past them, followed closely behind by the Pound Puppies and Kennel Kittens in the biscuit buggy, barking avidly. Feltwaddle leaps in the air. "Dogs! Barking dogs! Lots and lots of barking dogs!"
"For gosh sakes," Morton cringes. "Looks like they'll let anyone on the beach these days."
Dot glances over at the speeding cars. "Lucky, is that you?"
"We'll explain later, Dot," Lucky calls over his shoulder. "Good luck to you."
"Dogs! Dogs!" Feltwaddle drops down on all fours and begins barking; Morton and Dot look on in amazement.