"And I'm gonna treat you guys to the specialty of the house," the grey basset hound turns to the wait staff. "Guys, could you please bring my friends seven of our best entrees?"

"Mais oui, Monsieur Scroungeair." Pierre replies, as he, Molly, Gloria, and Tommy traipse into the kitchen. Within seconds, they return, holding a garbage can lid filled with garbage in each paw, and set the lids down on the tables in front of each of the Pound Puppies, who all cringe and wrinkle their noses at the smell.

Scrounger exits the kitchen, and walks over to the table where Cooler and Violet are sitting. "This is our tin can casserole with a steak bone garnish, very popular with the upper-class crowd," he says, motioning toward Cooler's plate. "And this is our famous dirty sock souffle over bed springs.(By the way, don't eat the bed springs, they're just for decoration.)" he motions toward Violet's plate. "Go on, have a taste."

"Uhm, no thanks, I'm not really that hungry." Cooler says.

"Uh, no thank you, dear, I think I'll wait for dessert." Violet says.

"You don't know what you're missing!"

"Actually, I'm pretty sure we do." Cooler whispers to Violet, who nods in agreement.

Scrounger then walks over to the table where Nose Marie, Barkerville, and Howler are sitting. "Now, what you have here is our grilled gym shoes with a side of French bread crusts," he motions toward Nose Marie's plate. "And what you have is our grape stem stew," he motions toward Barkerville's place. "And what you have is our banana peel surprise, which is one of our more popular items."

I don't think I want to know what the surprise is. Howler thinks.

"Wanna have a taste, guys?" the grey basset hound inquires.

"Uhm, no thanks, Hon'," Nose Marie replies apprehensively. "Ah'm on a diet."

"How long have you been on a diet?"

"Oh, 'bout….eighteen seconds now."

"Uhm, no thank you," Howler rubs his belly. "I had a big lunch."

"Uhm, no thank you," Barkerville says. "I'm allergic to grape stems."

"Since when?"

"Well, since about…twenty seconds ago."

"Huh." Scrounger walks over to the kids' table. "Now, what you both have are a couple of our kid's meals," he motions toward Brighteyes' plate. "Our wilted lettuce on a bed of newspaper," he then motions toward Whopper's plate. "And our apple peel sandwich."

When I said I wanted a kids' meal, this wasn't quite what I had in mind! Whopper thinks.

"Are you sure this food is fresh?" Brighteyes inquires.

"Ha ha, why of course, my dear! This is only yesterday's newspaper."

"Uhh, no thanks I just ate." Whopper says.

I've never known those two to refuse kids' meals. Scrounger thinks.

Scrounger walks off, upon which, Whopper cringes and sticks his tongue out at his plate. "Yuck."

"Well, see ya soon, guys, I gotta go stir the candy wrapper and peanut shell stew."

"I think he's lost it." Cooler whispers to Violet.

"No, I think he dug it up somewhere." she whispers in response.

While this is going on, Katrina is driving her garbage truck through the middle of town. "Bow wows beware, for when there's a stink in the air, Katrina Stoneheart can't be far away,"

I'm Going to Lock Those Mutts Right Up in my Pound

Katrina: "I'm going to lock those mutts right up in my pound,

And throw away the keys,"

Brattina: "We're gonna round up every mongrel and hound,

And sprinkle them with fleas!"

Nabbit(speaking): "Which I'll provide!"

Tubbs: "We's gonna give 'em each a collar,

So they won't never roam,"

Flack: "They's sure ta howl 'n holler,

'Cuz they'll never get a home!"

Katrina: "I'm going to lock those mutts right up in my pound,

And this line you can quote,

I'm going to turn Cooler and his underground

Into a new fur coat! HA!"

They pull up in front of the alleyway. "All right, Brattina, time to let loose the secret weapon."

"With pleasure, Mommie Dearest," Brattina presses a big red button on the dashboard, marked, "SECRET WEAPON." "Goodbye, yucky, stinky, smelly, creepy, icky-poo doggies!" (Nice, huh?)

The fan turns on, sending the rancid odor wafting down the alley. "Heh heh, excellent plan, boss," Nabbit guffaws, schemingly rubbing his hands together. "That stench'll draw dogs like flies to honey…and we'll be waitin' like spiders!"

"He oughta know," Flack whispers to Tubbs. "That guy's an expert on drawin' flies!" Tubbs nods in agreement.

Meanwhile, at the Canine Café, Scrounger is in the kitchen, stirring a pot, while the Pound Puppies continue looking at their plates with distaste. "Sheesh," Cooler says under his breath. "Food like this could be hazardous to someone's health."

"Yuck." Whopper repeats, sticking out his tongue again.

Suddenly, a horrid smell, which makes the Pound Puppies pinch their noses, wafts through the doorway. "What is that wonderful smell?" Scrounger inquires dreamily. "It smells like it'd make the perfect entrée! Oh, I must find out what it is!" The grey Basset hound levitates into the air and floats off after the scent.

"Ahh, what a delicious scent." Pierre says.

"How lovely!" Molly says.

"Wonderful!" Gloria says.

"Yummy!" Tommy says.

The wait staff then float off after Scrounger. "Gee," Howler remarks. "I've heard of dogs picking up a scent before, but never a scent picking up dogs, awoo-oo-oo." He then turns to Cooler. "Get it, Cooler? Get it? Get it?"

"I got it, I got it," the white dog replies in exasperation. "Like a root canal!"

The seven Pound Puppies rush to the door to see Scrounger and the wait staff stop behind the garbage truck, just outside of the alley. "Ohmigosh, it's the mother lode!" Scrounger exclaims elatedly. He digs into the garbage. "These'll be the perfect ingredients fer tomorrow's specials!" Inside the truck, Katrina and her crew share a nasty laugh.

Suddenly, two mechanical hands, each holding largish nets, swoop out from the back of the truck and nab Scrounger and the others! The dogs and cat all give frightened whimpers and mews as the truck drives off. At once, the Pound Puppies rush out of the alley and rejoin Holly on the street corner. Oh no," Holly says. "Aunty Katrina caught them all!"

"Gee," Cooler says. "Apparently that food was hazardous to someone's health!"

"Oh mah stars," an upset Nose Marie exclaims. "How're we ever gonna save 'em?"

"Leave it to me, guys," Cooler muses for all of a second. His face then brightens. "'Cause I may have just hit on a plan!"

"Yuck! I mean, really?" Whopper replies.