Meanwhile, at Holly's Puppy Pound, the Pound Puppies are all gathered in the main room. Whopper and Brighteyes are sitting on the floor, playing with a little wind-up cat, while the others(save for Scrounger) are all standing in front of a poster on the wall, reading, "NEWLY ADOPTED PUPPY AND KITTEN LIST", with the names of several newly-placed pets. "Awoo-oo-oo, we found happy homes for five more pets today." Howler howls, as the mechanical hand in his hat puts check marks by each of the pets' names.

Cooler gives a contented sigh. "Another daring-do day of adoptions is done!"

"Now, ah'll whip us up a nice li'l ol' doggie biscuit casserole fer dinner." Nose Marie says.

Whopper makes a sour face and sticks out his tongue. "Casserole! Isn't that French for gross?"

"It's good for you, Whopper." Brighteyes says.

"Yeah, but how come all the foods I don't like are good for me, and all the foods I do like aren't?"

Brighteyes giggles. "You sound like Scrounger!"

"Speaking of Scrounger, has anyone seen him?" Violet inquires.

"Haven't seen him since this morning." Howler replies. "I wonder where he went."

"Oh, I'm sure he's around," Whopper winds the toy cat up, and it goes careening around the room. "Prob'ly just off digging in dumpsters somewhere, like usual."

While Whopper's saying this, Brighteyes pounces on the cat, which then careens off with her. At that very moment, Holly Trueblood, manager of the pound and owner of the Pound Puppies, enters the room via the Pupscalator and gently picks Brighteyes up. "Hiya, puppies. For doing such a good job this week, I'm going to take you all out to dinner."

"Whoa, an evening out on the town?" an intrigued Cooler replies. "This calls for puttin' on the dog!"

"Putting on the dog?" Holly echoes. "What's that?"

"What's that? Why…"

Puttin' On the Dog

Cooler: "When you dress up in your Sunday best,

Top hat and tails, fur coat and vest,

When you look like a pooch in a catalog,

That's what we call, 'puttin' on the dog!'"

(He dons a top hat and tuxedo as he sings.)

Nose Marie(who's garbed in a long pink gown with a puffy fur trim):

"If you've had a flea bath and pedicure,

If you've got style an' 'savoir fur',

Don't sit at home like a bump on a log,

Get your tail in gear an' put on th' dog!"

Brighteyes(who's standing in front of the mirror, wearing a blue, lace-trimmed dress):

"Don't tarry like a terrier,

Don't set there like a setter,"

Brighteyes' reflection: "Clothes make the dog, so shake a leg,

And put on something better!"

Whopper(speaking): "Wow, how did she do that?"

Howler(who's just pulled up in a large red limo, dressed as a chauffer):

"Bluer than the Blue Blood bulldogs,

Or nose up in the Airedale,"

Whopper(who's sitting next to him, wearing a top hat, tuxedo, and a green bowtie):

"Since all dogs are born with one,

Why shouldn't we wear tails?"

Howler(speaking): "Oh, I believe you! Awoo-oo-oo!"

Barkerville(who's wearing a tuxedo in addition to his usual top hat and bowtie, and holding a cane):

"Dressed to the K9's, groomed and gowned,"

Violet(who's wearing a purple silk dress with a pink cummerbund, and a diamond necklace):

"A purebred, pedigreed clothes hound,"

Brighteyes: "The corner wolves are howlin' this dialogue,"

All: "Bow-oh-wow, that's puttin' on the dog!"

(Holly and the dogs all dance over to the Pupscalator and exit through it as they sing.)

Red Alert Pup: "Yesiree, puttin' on the dog!"

Pupscalator: "Naturally, puttin' on the dog!"

Pound Puppies: "When you're dressed in your Sunday best,

Top hat and tails, fur coat and vest,

When you look like a pooch in a catalog,

That's what we call, 'put-ting on the do-og!

Arf Arf!"