"C'mon, Tubbs, there's gotta still be somethin' them mutts can't copy!" The two dognappers promptly rush out to their van(which is parked just outside the carnival) and drive off to Katrina's house.

The dognappers proceed to ransack every room of the house, pillaging every drawer, cabinet and storage bin. As they're digging through a cabinet in the living room, Katrina walks up to them.

"Well? Did you get that rare dog?"

The dognappers ignore her. "Duh, hey Flack, how's about dis stapler?" CLICK, CLICK.

"Nah, they'll get dat one too easy." Flack replies.

"But, what about the dog?" Katrina inquires.

Tubbs starts digging through a nearby storage bin. "Ooh, how's about dis rubber ducky?" SKWEEGIE!

"Nah, we used one a' those already." Flack replies.

"But, what about the dog?" Katrina repeats.

Tubbs takes an old banjo out of the bin. "How's about dis?" TWANG!

"Nah, they'll get dat one too easy, too. Try da next room." Flack says.

"Okay." Tubbs runs off .

"But, what about the dog?" Katrina has a touch of aggravation in her voice this time.

"Hey," Tubbs calls. "I think I found sumthin'!"

"Really? Let's see it." Flack replies.

Tubbs walks into the doorway holding a large, strange-looking clock. The clock goes, YO. YO. YO. YO.

"But…but…BUT…" Katrina begins.

"Ah, dat's perfect!" says Flack. "They'll never match dat one!"

"WHAT ABOUT THE DOG?!" Katrina yells with such force that she causes Tubbs to drop the clock on the floor. SMASH!

"Now look what'cha went 'n made me do!" the fat dognapper says indignantly.

"Uhh, well, y'see, boss, da thing is…" Flack nervously begins to explain.

"Never mind!" Katrina cuts him off abruptly. "Just go back to that carnival and get that dog!"

"Sure thing, boss." they both reply, as they traipse out the front door and back to the van.