The dognappers wander through the park for a bit; suddenly, Flack stops short. "Look, Tubbs!" he gestures toward a gate reading "ANIMAL PARK" in the distance. "Dere's da ticket!"
"Yeah, I see where ya goin' wit' dis, them mutts've been able ta copy things real easy, but they ain't gonna be able ta copy animals so easy!"
Flack gives him an odd look. "Ahh, c'mon." he says, as they traipse through the entrance.
The dognappers wander through the animal park for a little while; suddenly, Tubbs calls, "Duh, hey Flack, I think I found a critter they ain't gonna be able to copy!"
Flack peeks around a corner and sees Tubbs standing in front of the giraffe cage. Tubbs waves his hand below a giraffe's nose. "C'mon, speak boy, speak!"
"Tubbs, you dunderhead, giraffes don't make no sound at all!"
"Huh," the fat dognapper says indignantly. "Fine time fer you ta clam up!"
Suddenly they hear, SKREE-WAAAWWK-GKKPTHT! "Ahh, see?" Tubbs says to the giraffe. "I knew ya could do it!"
"Dat weren't da giraffe, you moron." Flack snaps. "It came from over dere!" He gestures toward a cage full of three large, odd-looking pink birds with large toucan-like bills, and long, hot-pink feathers that resembled a weird haircut on top of their heads. One of them squawks, SKREE-WAAAWWK-GKKPTHT! loudly.
"Perfect, perfect!" Flack schemingly rubs his hands together. "Dis'll throw them little mutts fer a loop fer sure!" He takes out a crowbar, pries the bars of the cage open, and picks up the largest of the birds. "C'mon Tubbs, let's blow dis taco stand before somebody catches us!" The two of them then hurry back to the echo machine.
Flack, with the bird perched on his arm, drops a quarter into the machine. "Heh," he mumbles under his breath. "If dis don't work, I'll eat me hat!" He holds his arm out, then faces the bird. "A'right ya's expensive feather duster, cut loose! Make them little mutts crack up tryin' ta copy ya's crazy lingo!"
The bird lets out a loud SKREE-WAAAWWK-GKKPTHT!
Inside the machine, Cooler takes a pepper shaker out of the pocket of his jacket and sprinkles a vasty amount of pepper on Howler's nose. Howler sniffles. "Ah-ahh-ahhh-SKREE-WAAAWWK-GKKPTHT!" he sneezes.
The other Pound Puppies stare in astonishment. "What?" Cooler says. "Hadn't any of you noticed before that he did that?" Howler simply sniffles.
Tubbs picks up Flack's hat. "You want ketchup or mustard on dis?"
The skinny dognapper grabs his hat back and angrily facepalms. "Ooh, they did it with such ridiculous ease! I was never so humiliated in me life!" He angrily storms off in the direction of the animal park, carrying the bird under his arm, with Tubbs following closely behind. The bird squawks THBBBHT!, to which Whopper responds by blowing a raspberry. THBBBHT!