Holly and the others are so involved in this that they don't hear Flack and Tubbs sneaking in the back door. They enter the library; Flack quickly looks around, then calls from the doorway, "Da coast is clear, c'mon!"

Upon hearing this, Catgut and his crew hurry in. "Meooow-meow!" Catgut commands the other cats, who bare their claws and set about tearing up everything in sight. Catgut snickers sinisterly at this.

"That was a wonderful lunch, Lady Belvershire, thank you!" says Holly, as she and the Belvershires traipse into the front room.

"Why, you're quite welcome, dear(snuf). And now, my husband will endeavor to locate that wayward checkbook of his(snuf)."

"By jove, vcfgvhjnbbgf, cdqwfvhgbn, jgtvfdx." Lord Belvershire and his wife then stroll away.

"Gee, I bet in a joint like dis, even da termites are rich!" Buster says, as the nine dogs enter the room.

"And to think, ah'm gonna call it home!" Nose Marie says, anticipating. Just then, she has an awful thought. "But what if they don't pick me? Oh, whatevah would ah do?"

"Don't worry, Nose Marie," Howler says. "If it looks like they're about to pick me, I'll roll over and play dead." He then dramatically demonstrates same. "Ack, they got me! Tell my sweetheart I love her, and bury me not on the lone praree! Awooo!" he then dramatically collapses to the ground. All the dogs applaud, and Barkerville places a trophy in Howler's hands. Howler opens one eye. "Soon to be a major motion picture." he says.

"Don't worry, Nose Marie," Violet says next. "If it looks like they're about to pick me, I'll make them think I'm wild."

Brighteyes, dressed in cheerleader garb complete with pompoms, is the next to put her two cents in. "Yeah, yeah, they won't want me, 'cause I'll make them think I have fleas! Yaaay, FLEAS! Yaaay, FLEAS!" The yellow lab then notices that the others are looking at her oddly. "Oh. Hi." she says, blushing.

"Never to worry, my dear," Barkerville adds next. "I shall simply make them think I'm noisy."

"And I'll make 'em think I chew shoes," Scrounger adds next. "Come to think of it, I kinda like chewin' on stuff anyways, so I won't have to put on much of a façade."

Last to put in his two cents is Whopper. "I'll make them think I eat too much, that'll ruin my chances, yeah. And I also won't have to put on much of a façade, 'cause boy, can I eat! I once ate an entire buffalo, no, wait, it was the entire city of Buffalo, yeah, yeah, and it was full of cats, great big twenty-story cats with fifteen-foot claws! It was, 'Attack of the Killer Kitties!'"

"Whopper," says Scrounger. "Haven't we all told you a million times never to exaggerate?"

"Aw, gee," the little puppy responds. "You guys never believe me."(Could you blame them, though?)

Back in the library, the mean cats continue to wreck everything in sight. Catgut joins them by merrily knocking books off the shelves, snickering as he does. "Heh, dis is gonna be great," Flack snickers, while slyly stroking his beard. "Them rich folks'll think them mutts were da ones what did da damage, an' let us shut down da pound fer sure!"

One of the cats happens up behind Tubbs and a loud RRIP! is heard. Tubbs turns around, revealing a large hole in the back of his pants. "I think de're gettin' a little too carried away, though! Hey, you crazy cats, be careful! I ain't not a piece a' furniture!"

"Yeah, I'd think not, a piece a' furniture'd be smarter." Flack responds sarcastically.

"Of all da days to wear da underpants wit' da li'l pink bunny rabbits on 'em." Tubbs mumbles to himself as he ambles away.

Holly, Lady Belvershire, and Hubert (Who still never looked up from his book for a second) traipse out back to the swimming pool. "(Snuf)Now, where could that husband of mine be? He's certainly having a lot of difficulty locating that checkbook of his(snuf)!" Lady Belvershire muses, looking all around the pool.

Lord Belvershire, clad, appropriately enough, in scuba gear, sticks his head up out of the pool. "Sfcvhgbjn, cdxdgvhb, xdfcgvbnbn!" he says, before diving back under.

"Well(snuf), he's sure to find it sooner or later, and in the meantime(snuf), Hubert can select a dog to call his own." Lady Belvershire turns to her son. "Doesn't that sound wonderful, Hubert(snuf)?"

Hubert looks up from his book and adjusts his glasses. "Frankly, I'd rather be working on my theory of time and space."