Holly and the Pound Puppies return to the pound; they all gather in the main room(save for Barkerville, who'd left for the control room) with the wait staff. "Now, don't y'all worry," Nose Marie says. "Y'all gonna be safe from Katrina here."

At that moment, Barkerville sticks his head in the room. "Excuse me, friends, but we seem to have received a request from the Haven House Children's Home for three dogs and a cat."

"Ooh, really?" an intrigued Molly replies.

"'Ow wonderful! We shall finally have a home at last!" an excited Pierre adds.

Scrounger is highly taken aback by this. "Huh? B-but, wait, you guys aren't really gonna leave, are you?"

"Oh, mais oui, Monsieur Scroungair." Pierre replies.

"You see," Gloria adds. "We've been strays all our lives, and it's always been our dream to have homes of our own."

"We do certainly appreciate you giving us jobs in your restaurant." Molly adds.

"Well, that's very nice of you, and I can appreciate what you're sayin', but…who's going to serve the food to my customers now?"

"Well, Scrounger, old pal," Cooler says tactfully. "Maybe, just maybe, this is for the best."

A wistful look crosses the grey Bassett Hound's face. "Y'know, Cooler? You're right! If I quit the restaurant business, I'll have more time to cook for you guys!"

The dogs all share a disconcerted look with each other. What have we done?! they're clearly thinking. Whopper gives a little silent "Yuck."

Barkerville motions to the wait staff. "Step right this way, please."

A look of concern crosses Tommy's face. "Gee, do you really think somebody will want to adopt us?"

"Ah'm shore any li'l ol' body would." Nose Marie gently pats the little kitten on the head.

Pierre, Molly, Gloria, and Tommy follow Barkerville into the control room, where Barkerville is sitting in front of a large computer screen, showing an image of the four kids at the children's home. The wait staff seat themselves next to him. "My, those kids look awfully nice." Molly says.

"How wonderful it would be to be their pets." Gloria sighs.

Someone, Somewhere Reprise

Tommy: "Someone, somewhere,"

Molly: "Somebody to care,"

Gloria: "A child to share the love,"

Pierre: "Somehow, some way,

We will find zem someday,

By ze light of ze dog star above,"

Kids(On the screen): "He doesn't have to be purebred, or have a pedigree,

All it takes is puppy love to know that he's for me,"

All: "There's something I know, by the dog star aglow,

And someday the whole world will see,

There's someone, somewhere, somebody to care,

A someone, somewhere for me."

Barkerville climbs down from his seat. "Now, we shall make haste to the Haven House Children's home." The wait staff bark and mew happily at this.

Holly and the Pound Puppies, with Pierre, Molly, Gloria, and Tommy following closely behind, quietly traipse through the pound's front gates, and tiptoe around the back of Katrina's house. "We need to be extra quiet, so Katrina doesn't find us." Cooler whispers. As they're tiptoeing by, an accordion suddenly falls out of Howler's hat and drops to the ground. WHEEZE-WHONK! At that moment, Katrina and Brattina, clad in pajamas, throw a bedroom window open. "Oops," Howler bends down to pick the accordion up. "Guess I dropped my accordion."

"What were y'all carryin' an accordion around fer, anyways?" an exasperated Nose Marie inquires.

"Because you never know when you might need one, awoo-oo-oo." The brown dog replies. The others just look at him oddly.

"Hey, what's with all the gunky noise?" Brattina grumbles.

Katrina's gaze falls on Scrounger and Whopper, who are standing just beneath them. "It's those dratted Pound Puppies again! To the truck!"

Uh oh! the two dogs think, as they and the others all dash off.

"Follow me, crew." Cooler says, as they all dash down the street, with Katrina's garbage truck in hot pursuit.

Pound Puppies, Let's Start Pounding

Cooler: "Pound Puppies, Pound Puppies, let's start pounding,

Get your tails in gear, perk up your puppy ears,

Problemos are compounding!

As long as there are strays,

We'll send them homeward bounding,

And rally to this phrase:

Let's-ungh-start-yeah-pounding!

(Katrina motors after the dogs with a vengeance;

Holly and the others, save for Cooler, duck down an alley as Cooler continues to sing.)

Pound Puppies, Pound Puppies, let's start pounding,

Katrina is confounding!

Our mission is astounding

This cheer we will be sounding!

(They dash out of the alley, and stop in front of the Pets 'R' People Too restaurant.)

Pound Puppies, Pound Puppies, let's…start…POUNDING!"

"Holly, take the others to the children's home," Cooler says. "I'll meet ya there!" Holly nods in agreement, as she and the others then traipse off.

Almost immediately thereafter, Cooler spies the garbage truck driving up. The white dog sticks his fingers in his ears and makes a goofy face. "Booga-booga-booga!"

"Who's that wise guy mutt think he is?" Flack grumbles.

Cooler then dashes down a nearby alleyway, with Katrina trailing after. "Chasing puppies down alleys is right up my alley." she gloats.

Suddenly, the garbage truck becomes wedged between the walls. "Oh drats, we're stuck!" Katrina snarls.

"And that stinky-poo Cooler is getting awaaaaaay!" Brattina whines.

"Oh no, he's not!" Katrina disembarks the car, and the rest of her crew follow suit.

Cooler rushes to the end of the alley, and stops in front of a stack of boxes, next to a dumpster. "Uh oh, dead end-a-rooney!" The white dog whips around; a look of shock crosses his face as he observes Katrina and her crew advancing on him, laughing nastily. Katrina, Flack, and Nabbit are wielding nets, while Tubbs totes a burlap bag.

Thinking quickly, Cooler dashes up the stack of boxes. "Alley-oop-a-roo!"

Katrina and the others hurry over to him. "Now we got you, you dog you!" Nabbit sneers.

"You've sung your last song, Cooler." Katrina snarls.

The baddies begin climbing up the stack of boxes, laughing nastily; quickly, the white dog grabs on to a nearby ladder, and kicks the boxes over, sending Katrina and the others toppling into the dumpster. Shortly thereafter, a garbage truck pulls up, picks up the dumpster, dumps its contents into the back, and drives off. "No! Wait! Stop! Get us out of here!" Katrina yells in protest.

The six baddies scramble out of the garbage and peer out of the back of the truck. "Dumped out like so much trash! How humiliatin!" Flack grumbles.

"Speak for y'self." Tubbs replies.

"Ah, you get used to the smell after a while." Nabbit says.

"Might as well, we're used to your smell." Brattina mumbles under her breath. Catgut hisses angrily.

"Someday I'll lay waste to that mongrel!" Katrina bellows.

"Ah, Katrina, you're just talkin' trash!" Cooler punctuates his sentence with a chuckle.

Mutts Drive Us Nuts Reprise

Flack: "We'll say it again,"

Tubbs: "No ifs, ands, or, buts,"

Nabbit: "Dogs drive us crazy,

All: "And mutts…drive us NUTS!"