Cooler motions to a largish dumpster at the end of the street. "All right guys, let's go," they all rush over to the dumpster. "Now, push!" Holly and the dogs push the dumpster as hard as they can, until it rolls out into the street, and crashes in front of the garbage truck.

"Oh, of all the rotten luck!" Katrina scowls. She turns to Flack and Tubbs. "Go push that dumpster out of the way, you louts!"

"A'right." Flack obliges. The two dognappers disembark the truck, run to the left and right of the dumpster and start pushing; the dumpster doesn't budge.

"You morons, you're pushing in the wrong direction!" Katrina bellows.

"Oh." says Flack.

"Sorry." says Tubbs. The dognappers then switch places and start pushing again.

Katrina angrily face palms. "Nngh!" She turns to Nabbit. "Go out there and show those two lunks how it's done."

"Sure," the big-bellied dogcatcher disembarks the truck and walks over to the dognappers. "Look, you dopes, y'gotta put some muscle into it. Like so." Nabbit then walks over to the back of the dumpster and begins pushing the dumpster in the exact same direction that the dognappers are pushing.

"Ugh," Katrina groans. "Apparently, if you want anything done right around here, you have to do it yourself." She then disembarks the car and walks up to Nabbit and the two dognappers. "Now, look, you dimwits, you shouldn't be having this much trouble pushing a dumpster!"

"Y'oughta see us change a light bulb." Tubbs remarks.

"All of you, just get on the same side and then start pushing!" Katrina continues.

"Eh, okay." Flack walks over to the back of the dumpster; within seconds, Tubbs and Nabbit get on either side of him, squishing him in between. "Ack! I've become da meat in a blubber sandwich!" the skinny dognapper groans. "Watch it, y'big buffoons, ya's givin' me claustrophobia in public!"

Nabbit turns to the dognappers. "Ready? Now, push!" The three of them then give the dumpster a good hard shove, causing it to spill all over Katrina!

"Ooh," Tubbs says dolefully. "We done a bad thing."

"You big obtuse numbskulls, why can't you do anything right?!" Katrina bellows. Upon this, Brattina and Catgut disembark the truck to see what's happening. "Uhm, Brattina dear, could you give me a little bit of help, please?" Katrina requests.

"Eeeeew, gross me out, why don'cha?" Brattina cringes. "I'm not touching that smelly, gunky old thing!"

"Oh no, I don't want you to push the dumpster, dear…"

"No, not the dumpster, Mommie Dearest," Brattina points at Nabbit. "Him!"

Nabbit turns to Flack and Tubbs. "Are you guys just going to stand there and let her talk to you like that?"

"Gee," Tubbs muses. "But, I thought…"

"Every time you think, ya weaken da nation!" Flack snaps.

All of them are so caught up in this that they don't notice Holly and the Pound Puppies sneaking around back of the truck, rescuing Scrounger and the wait staff, and silently stealing away into a nearby alley. Well, all of them except Catgut, that is. The cat spies the dogs sneaking off, over his shoulder, and rushes over to Katrina. "Meooow, meow!"

"Not, now, Catgut, we're busy."

Catgut runs over to Brattina. "Meow, meowww, meow-meow?"

"Oh, stop bothering me, you gunky cat!"

Catgut then hurries over to Flack and tugs on the edge of his sweater. "Meow, meow, meow, meoooow!"

"Ah, quit buggin' me!"

Getting frustrated, Catgut then hustles over to Nabbit and tugs on his coat tail. "Meow! Meow-meow-meow-MEOW!"

"Quiet, Catgut, I'm tryin' ta work here!"

"Hmph!" the cat scoffs; he then runs over to Tubbs and tugs on his pant leg. "Meoww! Meow-meow-MEOW!" Catgut accidentally tugs too hard and yanks Tubbs' pants down around his ankles.

"Aww, wouldn't'cha know it? Why'dya pull my pants down, y'crazy cat? I bet you was da one doin' it all dis time!"

Seriously? Flack thinks. I sure wouldn't blame da cat fer that!

While this is happening, Katrina slowly climbs out of the pile of garbage; she looks to the back of the truck, and notices that the dogs and cat are gone. "Oh! They've escaped!" Katrina turns to Catgut. "WHY DID'NT YOU TELL US SOONER, YOU OVERGROWN DRAIN CLOG?!" The cat slowly slinks back into the front seat of the truck with a "Life's not fair" look on his face.

Unbeknownst to them, Brighteyes had been standing at the end of the alley, recording all of this on a smartphone. "Oh, this is going straight on Youtube!" she says with a giggle.

"That video oughta' go viral in a heartbeat!" Whopper remarks.

"Or at least like a bad rash!" Cooler adds with a chuckle.

"Y'might wanna be careful, too," Scrounger adds. "Recordin' their antics for too long might turn your smartphone dumb!" He also punctuates his sentence with a chuckle.