"Shbihgfebkn, czsgvbjhkgtdc, mncvxdervgn, cxdghbxervgy, by jove." Lord Belvershire applauds.

"WHY DON'T YOU JUST SPEAK ENGLISH, YOU OLD-ahh, hem, pardon me, but it seems the barking of those wretched dogs in the pound below us seems to have drowned out what your lovely husband was saying. Would you be so kind as to repeat it to me, Mrs. Belvershire?" Katrina says.

"Well(snuf), my husband was very impressed with your presentation. He'd like to invest a small sum of money in your business immediately(snuf), one million dollars, maybe?"

GLUCK. Now it was Katrina's turn to make an odd noise as she struggled not to swallow her own tongue; she quickly recovered, with a smile that would have frightened the Joker. "Ohh, why, how very gullible, ah, uhm, I mean, generous of you." Katrina says, in a voice so sweet it would have put a starving bear off of honey. Suddenly, Lord Belvershire's mustache seemed to be just the right size…

"We're rich, Mommie Dearest, we're rich!" Brattina cheers, clapping her hands and prancing in place.

Katrina's two henchmen were equally enthused by this. "Ooh, a million dollars! Can you imagine, Tubbs?" Flack exclaims excitedly.

"Duh, is dat as much as a hundred?"

"As much? I tells ya, it's twice as much!" Flack excitedly pumps his fists up and down. "Dis is only a million more dollars than we ever thought we'd see in our lives!" (Which was saying a lot, due to the fact that Flack and Tubbs only had a total of fifteen cents in their respective pockets.)

Lord Belvershire digs through his pockets with a nonplussed look on his face. "Xhbvhjfcdfgbkjnvbfc? Ynbjnhvhbhb!"

"Oh dear(snuf), it appears that my husband has misplaced his checkbook(snuf)."

"What? It can't be! He's got to find it! It's got to be here! Ahh, ahem, I mean, that is a shame." Katrina says.

"Ah, no matter(snuf), We'll send our chauffer over with the check within the hour(snuf). Toodle-oo(snuf)!" The Belvershires then leave.

"Good-bye puppies," Brattina begins.

"And hello MONEY!" Katrina finishes, punctuating her sentence with a snicker.

Back at the pound, Holly and the dogs are weeping. "Goodness, dear(snuf), whatever might the matter be(snuf)?" Lady Belvershire asks Holly, as she approaches her.

"Well," Holly says, as she motions toward Katrina's house. "We're trying so hard to find homes for these dogs, and that evil woman wants to tear down the pound." The dogs then gather at Lady Belvershire's feet and weep.

"Mercy(snuf)! This is where that Stoneheart woman wants to build her condominiums(snuf)? Outrageous! We simply won't allow it(snuf)!"

"Vghcfgxgv, xscvghbgtcrexsd, axcfcvgvbhjnjm." Lord Belvershire adds.

"Excellent idea, dear(snuf)." Lady Belvershire turns to Holly. "My husband says if we may, we'd like to make a sizeable contribution(snuf)."

"You would?" Holly responds, elatedly.

Upon hearing this, the dogs cheer and hop up and down excitedly. (To everyone but Holly, of course, this only sounded like happy barking.) Nose Marie and Cooler hop into Lord and Lady Belvershire's respective arms and lick their faces.

"Thank you so much," Holly says, as the Belvershires gently set Cooler and Nose Marie down. "You don't know how much this means!"

Katrina, who had been happening by right at that very moment, had unfortunately heard every word of this. "So, try to finagle my clients into helping your pound, will you? Well, it's not going to work, Holly!"

"I'm afraid we've changed our minds, Mrs. Stoneheart(snuf). We're going to support this girl's cause instead of your condominiums(snuf)."

"Sorry, Aunty Katrina." Holly says.

"You're the one who's going to be sorry. Very sorry indeed." Katrina mumbles under her breath as she leaves.

Lord Belvershire turns to Holly. "By jove, wsyhncgvhbbhn, jbgcfcvb, ughvnbbn!"

"Yes(snuf), unfortunately, my husband has misplaced his checkbook(snuf), so why don't you come to our mansion for lunch, and we'll give you the check there(snuf)?"

"We'd love to!"

"Oh, and please do bring your dogs along, dear(snuf). Perhaps Hubert might like to have one for a pet(snuf)." Hubert momentarily peers up from his book, not looking quite so enthused about this.

The eight Pound Puppies wander out the front gate towards the Belvershire's limo. "Oh, Cooler we's a'goin' to luncheon at th' Belvershires. Maybe them extremely rich folks will want li'l ol' ME fer their pet!" Nose Marie says, hopefully.

At that moment, Buster whirls ahead of them, momentarily stopping in front of them. "Do you folks s'pose they might want me for their pet instead?"

"No way, hon'" Nose Marie replies disdainfully. "Because you ain't comin'. You'd only wreck ever'thin'."