As Holly and her canine friends merrily sing and dance down the road and into town, they pass the hilltop mansion of Holly's wicked aunt Katrina Stoneheart. Katrina is in the garage, tinkering with a large, beat-up looking garbage truck that appears to be more wood than metal. Her equally nasty daughter Brattina stands next to her, holding Kattrina's pet, Catgut, and Katrina's two henchmen, Flack and Tubbs, and Dabney Nabbit the dogcatcher, stand behind the truck. Hearing the music, Katrina sneers disapprovingly. "What is that horrible sound? It sounds like somebody dropped a violin in a trash masher!"
"Duh, I dunno, I kinda thought it wuz okay," Tubbs replies. "It had a good beat, and y'could dance to it!"
Flack shoots a disdainful look at him "Youse don't got any brains at all, do ya's?"
Brattina cringes and pinches her nose. "Eeewww, stink up the place with this garbage truck, why don'cha?"
"Ah, but there's a method to my madness, Brattina dear." Katrina replies.
"Really?" Flack whispers to Tubbs. "'Cuz usually there's jus' a madness to her methods!" Tubbs nods in agreement.
Katrina dumps the contents of a garbage can in the back of the truck. "Tonight is garbage night, when every stray mutt in town digs through the trash cans set out for the dump."
"Eh heh, brilliant, Boss!" Flack rubs his glove-clad hands together. "We's gonna nab ourselves a ton a mutts dis way!"
"Duh, you mean a whole buncha' little ones or one really big fat one?" A befuddled Tubbs replies.
"How ironic is that statement?" Nabbit mumbles under his breath.
Katrina turns on a fan in the back of the truck, sending the stench of the garbage wafting by; she pinches her nose. "This will draw them like flies to our truck."
The dognappers quickly pinch their noses. "Ugh, it'll more likely jus' draw flies!" Flack cringes.
"Yeah, like dat." Tubbs agrees.
"Huh. Doesn't smell so bad to me." Nabbit says.
"No surprise there." Flack mumbles under his breath.
Mutts Drive Us Nuts
Katrina: "Mutts drive me nuts,
They're a doggone disease,
When I get my hands on them,
All I ever catch are…fleas!"
Brattina(speaking): "I can't believe I'm saying this, Mommie Dearest,
But I don't you can blame the dogs for the fleas."
Nabbit(speaking): "What's everyone looking at me for?"
Katrina: "When I catch that confounded Cooler,
It will be all too soon,
He's made my whole life
A dog day afternoon!
Whenever I try to catch them,
And lock them up in my pen,
It's me who keeps ending up
In the doghouse again!"
(She turns to Brattina) "I can't think of anything to add to that, can you?"
Brattina: "Sure! They're nasty, and smelly, and-eeeeewwww-icky-poo!"
Katrina: "I'll say it again,
No ifs, ands, or buts,
Dogs drive me crazy,
And mutts drive me nuts!"
(She turns to Flack and Tubbs) "Well, have you two cents to add, dears?"
Tubbs(speaking): "Duh, yeah!"
Flack(speaking): "Now we's gonna go fer broke!"
Flack: "Mutts drive us nuts,
They's a doggone pain,"
Tubbs: "Yeah, they run us through mud puddles,
When we's chasin' them through da rain!"
Flack: "They keep runnin' us out into da street
Till we get hit by a bus,"
Tubbs: "An' instead a' blamin' them mutts for it,
Da boss always blames us!"
Flack: "Dis is one situation
To which we can both relate,"
Tubbs: "So, we's gonna go nab us them mutts,
I'm bettin' da pay'll be great!"
Flack(speaking): "Youse got anything y'wanna add, Nabbit?"
Nabbit(speaking): "That I do!"
Nabbit: "Mutts drive me nuts,
Like ya knew they would,
When I get my hands on those dogs,
I'll nab 'em, and I'll nab 'em good!
Whenever I catch those pups,
They always wriggle free,
But I'll soon get the best of them
Before they get the worst of me!"
Flack: "We hate them mutts!"
Tubbs: "They drive us nuts!"
Flack: "We hate their little greedy guts!"
Tubbs: "They make us sick!"
Flack: "We'll nab 'em quick!"
Tubbs: "Duh, uhm, uh….say, Flack, y'know any more words what rhyme wit' 'Quick?'"
Flack: "Ahh, quit messin' up da song, ya big dipstick!"
Tubbs: "Say…dat rhymes! Gee, thanks, Flack, you're da smartest guy I know! Uh, um…aw gosh, I done it again! Do y'know anything what rhymes wit' 'Know?'"
(Flack bops him on the head.) "DO-O-OHH!"
Katrina(speaking): "I often question why I ever hired those two goofs in the first place."
Katrina: "We'll all say it again,"
Brattina: "No ifs, ands, or buts,"
Nabbit: "Dogs drive us crazy,"
All: "And mutts….drive us NUTS!"
Katrina and her crew then promptly hop into the truck. Katrina, Brattina and Catgut sit in the front seat; Nabbit climbs into the front seat and accidentally sits on Catgut. "MEOOOOWWW!"
"Yipe!" a startled Nabbit leaps up and bangs his head on the ceiling of the truck.
"Oh, get in the back, you big dumb lump!" Katrina snaps.
"Hmph!" the dogcatcher scoffs, rubbing his sore head, as he and Tubbs both climb into the back seat(they had a bit of difficulty fitting in, due to the fact that both of them were fairly fat); Flack joins them shortly thereafter.
"Aww, why do I gotta sit next ta Nabbit?" Tubbs pouts.
"Why do I gotta sit next to Tubbs?" Nabbit grumbles.
"Oh, be quiet back there, you goons!" Katrina scowls, as they motor off into town.