Meanwhile, back in the moving truck...

Bolt was sitting on top of the couch while Scruffy still napped.

"I guess that would make you, what, like, some kind of superdog?" Mittens made conversation.

"That information is classified." Bolt informed strictly.

Scruffy was trying to continue his nap while the two of them were talking.

"Aw, come on!" Mittens continued as she looked around the boxes behind the couch. "Like, what's your best power? Your go-to move, how 'bout flying? Can you fly?"

"He can't fly, now please be quiet, I'm trying to enjoy my nap," Scruffy groaned. "Now I know how Snow White feels when she's trying to take a nap."

Bolt and Mittens glanced to Scruffy as he tried to get some sleep.

"He's right, I can't fly." Bolt told Mittens.

"Okay, okay, fine," Mittens scoffed. "If you don't have any powers, you don't have any powers. What's it to me?"

"I have a super bark." Bolt defended.

Scruffy groaned since it seemed as though he wouldn't get through his nap. Bolt and Mittens kept talking about the powers, especially about the super bark when Mittens asked about it.

"Listen, just stop asking him all of these questions, please." Scruffy begged the cat.

"Hey, I'm just tryin' to be polite, kid." Mittens defended herself.

"Sure and I'm sure this has nothing to do with you thinking that he's crazy." Scruffy said.

"I'm just wondering, how exactly does one super bark?" Mittens shrugged.

"I can't really talk about it," Bolt replied. "It's classified."

"It's great." Scruffy said.

"Right, so I suggest you pipe down and take us to Akito and Penny." Bolt demanded sharply to the black cat.

"You're awfully attached to these Penny and Akito characters, huh, Wags?" Mittens replied.

"Penny is his, uh, person just like Akito is to me." Scruffy told her.

"Oh, please, they're just people..." Mittens scoffed as she reached a baseball bat, coming up right behind the dogs to knock them out with it. "Well, if you ask me, the only good people are-" she then tried to say, but the bat was too heavy and she fell behind the couch which knocked a box loose.

The box toppled over and landed on top of Bolt and Scruffy, luckily not hurting them, but it had the Styrofoam packing peanuts.

'Styrofoam?' Scruffy thought to himself. 'Oh, no, this can't end well.'

"STYROFOAM!" Bolt dashed out of the pile and rushed to the latch of the door. "Tuck and roll!"

"Tuck and what?!" Mittens panicked.

Bolt opened the latch and then he tucked and rolled out with Mittens being flung out with him. Scruffy simply sighed before joining them.

They ended up in a very large and grassy field, rolling down a hill as the U-Haul kept driving on without them.

"I'm going to get that dog for this!" Scruffy groaned while rolling down on the grass.

"Ow..." Bolt groaned once he stopped rolling and then looked at his paw like there was something wrong. "What? What is this red liquid coming from my paw?"

"It's called 'blood'." Scruffy told him as soon as he stopped rolling.

"Do I need it?" Bolt asked, almost as if he had never heard of blood before.

"Yes!" Mittens scowled. "So if you wanna keep it inside your body, where it belongs, you should stop jumping off trucks doing 80 on the interstate!"

"Yeah, well, normally, I'm a tad more indestructible," Bolt replied. "Must've been the..." he then gasped once he saw one of the packing peanuts. "Styrofoam! That stuff, it weakens me."

"Oh, for the love of peat!" Scruffy groaned.

Mittens picked up the peanut and held it like a weapon. "Aha!"

"What are you doing?" Bolt instantly panicked. "Put that down!"

'She can't be serious.' Scruffy thought to himself.

"All right, that's it. I've had it with you," Mittens glared at Bolt. "Untie me, pooch. Or I'm gonna... I'm gonna... I'm gonna seriously wound you! I'm gonna seriously wound you with this Styrofoam."

"You are seriously doing this just to get free?" Scruffy asked.

"Can you blame me?" Mittens glanced at Scruffy.

"Good point." Scruffy said.

Mittens nodded, then glared at Bolt with the peanut in her paw.

"Whoa!" Bolt panicked again. "Are you mad? You don't know the power of Styrofoam!"

"Oh, you bet I'm mad!" Mittens circled the dogs. "And I'm about to unleash the power of Styrofoam!"

"This is just getting hard to watch." Scruffy groaned.

Mittens grinned as she used the packing peanut as a weapon.

"Whoa, okay, you win!" Bolt surrendered. "All right, Cat! Okay. You win. I'll untie you..." he then looked up in the distance. "That's a weird place to put a piano."

"Does he really think that she's going to fall for that?" Scruffy whispered to himself.

However, Mittens did and once she looked away, Bolt tackled her and ended up on top of her.

"I guess she did..." Scruffy shrugged then.

"Are we gonna have any more problems, Cat?" Bolt glared down at Mittens.

"No! No, no," Mittens replied nervously. "No more problems. I'll take you to Penny and Akito!"

There was then suddenly a low growling noise heard.

"Uh-Oh, I know that sound." Scruffy frowned.

"What is that?" Bolt asked.

"What?" Mittens didn't hear it.

Bolt sat down off of her and held his stomach with his paws as the growl happened again. "That! Okay, you have two seconds to tell me what you've implanted in me, Cat! Poison? A parasite? Poison?" he then looked worried. "Oh, no, I just said that, didn't I? See, I'm all discombobulated. I can't think straight."

"Oh, for Gabriel's sake..." Scruffy grumbled. "Bolt, you're just hungry!"

"Wait, what?" Bolt asked.

"You... Are... Hungryyy..." Scruffy repeated. "Come on, everybody gets hungry! ...Especially Uncle Rolly or Budderball..." he then mumbled under his breath.

"You caused this, didn't you?!" Bolt glared at Mittens.

"What?!" Mittens glared back at him.

"Where is the antidote?!" Bolt ordered.

"Okay, okay, all right..." Mittens groaned, then led the way to find a place for food to 'cure' Bolt's hunger.

"Let's hope it's nearby." Scruffy said.

"Just trust me, okay?" Mittens replied.

They followed the black cat to atop a hill and there was a picnic rest stop with tables and RVs from human guests that was in view.

"There's your antidote," Mittens told Bolt once they stopped. "Food."

Scruffy's mouth was already watering with saliva.

"Go on, use the dog face," Mittens told Bolt. "You know... Beg..."

Bolt looked at her like she was speaking gibberish or something.

"Uh, Scruffy, show what I mean." Mittens told the puppy.

Scruffy nodded before showing Bolt what she meant as he began to whimper and tilt his head and with a finishing touch, he turned on the puppy dog eyes.

"Like that." Mittens then added to show that was what she was talking about.

"Wow." Bolt said.

"I can't remember the last time I ate..." Scruffy pouted.

"So, how do I do that?" Bolt asked, referring to the dog face.

"Figures I'm tied to the one dog on Earth who doesn't know how to beg." Mittens face-pawed.

"I better teach him how to beg." Scruffy told her.

"Thank you because I think my sanity is starting to all apart." Mittens agreed.

Scruffy stood face to face with Bolt so he could teach him.

"This is stupid." Bolt sighed after he tried it, but had little to no avail, so felt like giving up.

"No, no, no, come on," Mittens replied. "Work with me on this, please. You're almost there."

"Yeah, come on, you're almost there." Scruffy said.

"Oh, boy..." Bolt rolled his brown eyes and then smiled with his ears pointed up.

"Okay, try it the other way." Mittens suggested.

Bolt then tilted his head the other way with a small frown, but still had his ears up.

"Ears down." Scruffy instructed.

Bolt then tilted his ears down the best that he could.

"And now, chin down." Scruffy said.

Bolt then dipped his chin down.

"Hold it," Mittens helped. "Right there. And ever so slightly, look up."

Bolt then slightly looked up as his ears drooped behind his head.

"Perfection!" Scruffy cheered.

"Soup is on, baby!" Mittens beamed.

"Now, let's go and get some food." Scruffy smiled.

"Let's go, go, go." Mittens nodded firmly.

With that, the one cat and two dogs wandered around the park area to beg for food in order to eat. Hopefully Bolt could do this without screwing up.

"Now, this should be easy." Scruffy said.

Bolt and Scruffy came to one door.

"Okay, let me demonstrate this one and you can try the next." Scruffy advised.

Bolt nodded and stayed out of view while Mittens hid herself. An elderly couple came to the door and saw Scruffy with his big brown sad eyes with whimpering as he tried to make himself look pathetic. And which worked as he was given some food.

"Here you go!" the woman beamed as she handed him half a hot dog and closed the door.

"Amazing..." Bolt seemed astounded by Scruffy's abilities.

"See? That's how you do it." Scruffy told him.

"Hmm..." Bolt looked confident enough to try it himslef now.

"Okay, the next one is for you." Scruffy said.

"All right, wish me luck..." Bolt took a deep breath as he went to the next spot.

"It's in your instincts." Scruffy said.

Bolt nodded, he then tried his begging face at the next human.

"Look at the little guy..." the young man smiled to Bolt.

Bolt and Scruffy then did cute and helpless poses with a few cute tricks to get the humans to give them food. Mittens once tried, but a man threw a frying pan at her, not even giving her a chance and told her to beat it.

"I guess some people don't like cats." Scruffy whispered.

Scruffy and Bolt were adored however and were able to eat enough to keep them full for a good while.