The eight dogs hop into the limo, seating themselves next to Hubert who never so much as glances up from his book the whole time. As the chauffer starts off, Nose Marie turns to Cooler. "Have mercy, this could be mah dream come true!"
Cooler hears a sound from behind him and looks over his shoulder too see Buster, who has apparently tagged along on the back of the limo for the trip, knocking on the back window. "Your dream come true is about to become your worse nightmare."
Katrina and the others watch the limo drive away from an upstairs window. "Drat that miserable Holly and her sniveling dogs!" Katrina scowls. "I'll get the better of them soon enough!"
"What'cha gonna do, Mommie Dearest, huh, huh, What'cha gonna do?" Brattina asks.
"Ah, I've got a scheme that's a real honey, Honey."
"Dere she goes wit' dat rhymin' stuff again." Flack whispers to Tubbs.
"Supposing the Belvershires think those dogs destroyed their beautiful mansion." Katrina says schemingly.
"I LIKE it, Mommie Dearest, I LIKE it!" Brattina sneers.
"Duh, but how does ya plan ta do it, boss?" Tubbs asks.
"Simple as this." Katrina turns to Catgut. "Catgut, go find a bunch of your nastiest friends. We're going to nail those dogs-with your nails." she says, punctuating her sentence with a nasty chuckle. The mean cat snickers nastily in response.
The limo arrives at the mansion's front door, and the eight dogs hop out. "Whatta ritzy joint! A feller could really get ta like it here!" Buster says from the back of the limo. He then proceeds to transform into a tornado again, and whirls up next to Cooler.
"Buster, you gotta nix the tornado routine around here!" Cooler says anxiously. Buster, who apparently doesn't hear Cooler, sucks him into his vortex. "BUSTER-R-R-R-R!" Cooler yells, as Buster spins him across the front yard; they both end up crashing into the fountain.
"That Buster," Brighteyes giggles. "He's only been here ten seconds and he's already made a big splash." She turns to Nose Marie, who's standing next to her. "Get it, Nose Marie? Get it? Get it?"
"Ah got it, ah got it, like a migraine." the bloodhound replies exasperatedly.
Cooler and Buster climb out of the fountain and dry themselves off. "Now, mellow out, cousin," Cooler says. "If you wreck anything around here, you'll be wrecking it for Holly and the pound."
Holly and the nine dogs then proceed into the mansion, little realizing that Katrina and her crew are watching them from some nearby bushes. "All the dogs are inside, Mommie Dearest." Brattina informs Katrina.
"Now's your chance, Catgut." Katrina informs her pet.
"Meow!" Catgut hops from the bush to the ground.
Flack climbs out of the bushes and faces Catgut; Tubbs walks to the edge of the bushes and looks out at them while crouching on his knees. (Well, crouching as well as he could, at least-the size of his belly made this task rather difficult.)
"Now, youse understand what ya's gotta do, right?" Flack inquires to Catgut. "You and ya's friends gotta go in dere an' tear up everythin' in sight!"
"Me-yes,sir!" Catgut whistles, and three cats who are just as fat as he is rush up to him.
"Now, make extra sure them rich folks don't see ya's, we want them lousy mutts ta get da blame fer it."
"HAW HAW HAW!" Tubbs chortles from his leafy hiding place.
"What're ya laffin' at, pea brain?" Flack snarls, shooting a backwards glare at him. (One would have had to take his word for this-his hat always covers his eyes.)
"Hee hee, you're talkin' ta cats!"
"Eh, surprised I'd wanna ta talk ta someone wit' a IQ over 18, were ya?" the skinny dognapper snaps.
The mean cats then tiptoe off to do their job. "Good luck…and have a ripping good time!" Katrina bids them, with a nasty laugh.
Back at the mansion, everyone is sitting down to dinner. Holly and the Belvershires sit at a large dining table while the dogs sit at a smaller separate one. A butler comes by the dog's table and sets nine dishes of dog food in front of them.
"Mmm, this sure smells delectable!" Buster says. He then proceeds to dig into his food with a loud slurp.
Nose Marie looks annoyed. "Buster, stop! Where is your etiquette?"
"Eh, I dunno," Buster responds, bewildered. "I musta left it in my other suit."
Nose Marie gives an exasperated groan. "Jus' do what ah do," she demonstrates by picking up a spoon. "There, now y'all pick up th' same spoon ah jus' did."
Buster copies her example, then, after about a second's hesitation, digs into his food again. "Ahh, delooshus, but I don't unnerstand what difference dis spoon's supposed ta make." Nose Marie's only response is an aggravated glare