Meanwhile, Holly and the Pound Puppies arrive at the "Pets 'R' People, Too" restaurant in the middle of town. Cooler observes a sign in the window. "Ooh, a dress code. No fur, no feathers, no food!"

"Right," Holly replies. "That's because it's just for people and their pets."

The dogs all look through the front window, observing several people and pets enjoying hearty meals. There were many different types of pets there: dogs, cats, parrots, turtles, rabbits, chickens, hamsters, ferrets, hedgehogs, potbellied pigs, and even a miniature horse! "Wow, what a nifty place," Brighteyes remarks. "It's like feedin' time at the zoo!"

"Hmm," Whopper muses. "I wonder if they have any of those kids' meals with the little plastic robots."

Violet looks over her shoulder. "That's odd. Scrounger still isn't here. I would've expected him back by now!"

"Excusez-moi, Mesdames et Monsieurs," a voice from a nearby alley way calls. "Might you be looking for somewhere else to eat?" The group looks down the alley to see the owner of the voice, a grey poodle with long ears and a thin, black mustache, garbed in a waiter's uniform, standing there. He wears a name tag reading, "Pierre."

"Well, uh, no, not really." Cooler replies.

"Good!" Pierre replies. "Step zis way for ze finest in doggy dining." The Pound Puppies all look at him oddly as they walk up to him.

Pierre leads the group down a long alleyway, filled with stray puppies and kittens eating out of garbage cans. At last they reach the end of the alley; they find themselves standing outside a large white building with the words, "CANINE CAFÉ" above the door. Pierre holds the door open. "Apprez-vous, mon friends."

The Pound Puppies traipse inside, upon which they're greeted by two waitress dogs. One is light brown, with short, floppy brown ears and a bushy brown tail. Her long brown hair is fastened into a ponytail with an aqua blue ribbon, and she's wearing an aqua blue apron and a name tag reading, "Molly". The other waitress is a tall brown Spaniel with a pink bow in her short curly hair, who wears a pink apron and a nametag reading, "Gloria."

"Welcome to the Canine Café, dears." Molly says.

"The owner's been expecting you." Gloria adds.

"Owner?" a puzzled Cooler replies. Was this restaurant owner someone they knew?

A small blonde kitten with a white snout, a white tail tip, little white paws, and blue eyes, wearing a waiter's outfit and a nametag reading, "Tommy", walks up to them. "Uh huh, he's invited you all to the grand opening of his new restaurant."

At the Canine Café

Pierre: "Have a seat, Mesdames et Monseiurs,

And all you garbage connoisseurs,

If you're a howling, hungry stray, Hey!

Flip your lid at the Canine Café!

Tommy(speaking): "That's our slogan, by the way."

Molly: "If you've got taste, then listen, Bub,"

Gloria: "It's better than the Kennel Club!"

Molly: "Lick your lips, and feast your eyes,

We'll even give you a side of fries!"

Gloria: "Dig down deep for buried treasure,

In king-sized cans of puppy pleasure,"

Both: "Flip your lid at the Canine Café!"

Tommy: "All the Spots and all the Rovers,

Say nothin' beats our cold leftovers!"

Pierre: "Why be arfing,"

Molly: "When you could be scarfing?"

Pierre: "Why be whining,"

Gloria: "When you could be dining?"

Pierre: "So if you are a real garbage gourmet,"

Tommy: "Follow your nose to that pungent bouquet,"

All: "Come downtown, dogs, don't delay,

Your table's waiting at the Ca-nine Cafeeeeee!"

The Pound Puppies all hesitantly seat themselves at tables; from the corner of his eye, Cooler notices, behind the counter…

"Scrounger?"

"Hi, guys!" Scrounger waves to his friends; he's wearing a grungy old sweat sock on his head as a chef's hat, and an old beat-up newspaper as an apron.

"So, that's where he's been all morning!" Brighteyes says.

"That's right! I started this restaurant so I could share my culinary masterpieces with the world, and I wanted to invite my friends to the grand opening,"

I'm a Junk Food Junkie

Scrounger: "Cause I'm a junk food junkie,

I'll serve you a dumpster succotash,

In a world of dog-eat-dog, what's wrong with

Eating trash?

(He dances around the kitchen, stirring pots as he sings.)

I got a taste for garbage,

Any crust or bone,

Go teach an old dog new tricks, and leave this

Pooch alone!

Dolphins feast on mackerel,

Hummingbirds on nectar sweet, Mm-hmm!

Folks say, 'Let sleepin' dogs lie,'

I say, HA! Let eatin' dogs eat! Not bad, eh?

I live on dumps, and rubbish heaps,

I'll serve you choice debris,

I'm just a junk food junkie,"

Molly and Gloria: "He's just a junk food junkie,"

Scrounger: "With a junk food ped-i-greeeee, YESSIR!"