Flack and Tubbs are sitting slouched at a nearby table while Katrina and the Belvershires chat. "Do you, uh, unnerstand anythin' them folks is sayin'?" Tubbs inquires.

"You was listenin' at all? I lost 'em at about three 'snufs' in!"

"Yeah, like dat," Tubbs folds his hand under his pudgy chin. "At least da boss ain't bothered by all dis."

Calm though Katrina may have appeared on the surface, she was being slowly (or would "quickly" be a better descriptive term?) driven mad by the combination of Lord Belvershire's unintelligible speech and Lady Belvershire's constant sniffling. Her mind entertained thoughts of tying Lord Belvershire's floppy mustache into a large bow knot and stuffing it into his mouth, and sticking Lady Belvershire's sniveling head in a washing machine and turning it on to "spin." If only she hadn't needed their money so badly…

"Yes, well(snuf), Might we ask to see your DVD presentation one last time(snuf)?"

"Oh, absolutely, by all means." replies Katrina, who had somehow (impossibly) managed to maintain composure throughout all this. She sticks the DVD into the DVD player and presses the "play" button. To everyone's surprise, rather than Katrina's commercial, an image of several cats (including Catgut) wrecking the library plays on the screen.

"Tbjnjkmk! Rgvhbj, yuhnjbghvrfcdcgvb, jhnhyvfgcfgb!"

"Why, Mrs. Stoneheart(snuf), that's your cat destroying our library!"

Suddenly, an image of Flack and Tubbs appears on the screen with Flack saying, "Them rich folks'll think them mutts were da ones what did da damage, an' let us shut down da pound fer sure!"

"And aren't those your associates(snuf)?"

"Aw, no, we jus' work for her." Tubbs replies helpfully (or should we say not-so -helpfully).

"You're an idiot." Flack grumbles.

Katrina is truly at a loss for words now. It doesn't much matter, because Lord Belvershire says, "Rgvhbnjmnmkmk, gyhbnmn!" as to which Lady Belvershire responds, "I couldn't agree with my husband more(snuf), We certainly won't be doing business with someone like you(snuf)!" And with that, she promptly tears up the check.

As the pieces of the check flutter to the ground, something inside Katrina snaps. "YOU!" she screams at Lord Belvershire. "YOU OVER-STUFFED, MEALY-MOUTHED, SLOBBERING DIRT CLOD! I WILL SHOVE THAT ROAD KILL MUSTACHE DOWN YOUR LOUSY THROAT!" And with that, she lunges at Lord Belvershire, seizing the offending mustache with both hands.

"Mommie Dearest, what are you doing?" cries Brattina. She turns to the wide-eyed Flack and Tubbs. "Well, don't just sit there, do something!"

"Who?" says Flack.

"Us?" says Tubbs.

"No, the other two idiots. Go help Mommie now, you speed bumps!"

"Fine," says Flack. "Tubbs, you grab her hands, I'll grab her feet."

"Aw, ya always give me th' hard jobs!"

Flack grabs Katrina around the ankles, but Katrina still has a death grip on Lord Belvershire's mustache. "Thbjnjkm! Rgtfvhbjnkmkm, hbhvbgb!" Lord Belvershire exclaims in protest.

Flack turns to Tubbs. "Well, don't just stand there, you dolt, do something!"

"Hmm," Tubbs muses for a second. "Oh! I got a idea, be right back." The fat dognapper then dashes into the next room; he briefly sticks his head in the doorway. "Don't go anywhere!" Tubbs shortly returns with a pair of scissors which he uses to snip off the tips of Lord Belvershire's mustache, separating him from Katrina. "Shave 'n a haircut, two bits!" he says with a chuckle.

"Why, this is an outrage!" Lord Belvershire exclaims in a surprisingly coherent voice. "I'll thank you to leave right now, before I have the law on you!"

"Say," says Howler, from their hiding place behind the couch, "It really was the mustache, after all."

"I wonder how Lady Belvershire would sound with a Kleenex." Violet adds.

Flack and Tubbs carry Katrina, still kicking and screaming, to the car. "Golly," says Tubbs. "She's tuffer than dat pitbull we tried ta pilfer last week."

"Please don't remind me a' dat." Flack responds disdainfully. "Okay, Tubbs, I got her in da car, now let's blow this taco stand."

"Duh, okay." Tubbs shifts the car into high gear.

Brattina, who had apparently been forgotten in all this commotion, rushes after the rapidly disappearing car with Catgut at her heels. "HEY! HEY! DON'T FORGET ME, YOU TWO DUNDERHEADS!" she hollers after them. "MOMMIE DEAREST, THEY'RE LEAVING ME!" Holly and the dogs laugh as Katrina and her cacophonous entourage disappear into the distance.