From backstage, Rebound is getting ready for her act. "Ready to go, Rebound?" Cupcake inquires.
"Oh, am I ever!" the little sheepdog pup replies. "This is bound to be my claim to fame!" The dogs and cats exchange concerned looks with each other.
"Our next act will be Dot and Rebound Henderson." the announcer calls; upon hearing these words, Rebound begins making her way toward the stage. "Toodle-oo, dahlings, a famous star like myself can't keep her fans waiting."
As she meets Dot onstage, the little sheepdog pup turns to see all of the people in the audience and freezes where she stands. "W-w-why are they all staring at me?"
"Because your act is next." Dot explains. Rebound can almost feel the crowd's stares becoming more intense. "N-n-no, I can't!" The little sheepdog pup races off backstage and into Cookie's arms, hiding her face in her paws. "Rebound, wait!" A concerned Dot hurries off after her. "Please come back!"
"She's just a little shy, folks," the announcer notes. "In the mean time, we'll go ahead with our next act, Morton and Scarface Claw Feltwaddle."
"Yay! Wahoo! Yeah!" Feltwaddle cheers; Miss McGilt and the mayor shot disdainful looks at him.
Morton and Scarface traipse out onto the stage where a motorcycle and an obstacle course consisting of a large ramp, a ring, and a goldfish-filled tank, is set up. "And now, the amazing Scarface will take the plunge up this ramp, through this ring, and over this trap of vicious saber-toothed goldfish!" Morton announces, upon which Scarface hops on the bike and motors up the ramp; unfortunately, he had miscalculated his jump and ends up sailing through the air and crashing headlong into a hotdog stand across the park. "MEEEEEOOOOOWWWW!" SMASH!
Miss McGilt disdainfully gives them a zero, as does the mayor; Feltwaddle gives them one hundred. "Oh, excellent! It was supposed to turn out that way!" His associates shoot incredulous looks at him.
Behind the stage, a sorrowful Rebound sits on a wooden crate, with the other Puppies and Kittens standing nearby. "I can't believe I got stage fright," she despairs. "Maybe I'm not cut out for stardom after all."
Lucky places a consoling paw on the little sheepdog pup's shoulder. "Rebound, rather than focusing on stardom, try to remember what we came here for in the first place. That pet food will help feed a lot of homeless puppies and purries, the money will pay for a new roof to give the pets at our pound the best living conditions possible, and Dot can use that shiny new bike to deliver pets to their new loving homes," Lucky then traipses over and pulls the curtain back a bit, revealing the kids in the audience. "Maybe even the homes of these kids."
"So, don't do this for fame and fortune, sweetie," Cookie adds. "Do it for all of those lonely pets."
"And we'll be behind ya all th' way." Niblet adds.
Suddenly feeling encouraged and inspired, Rebound feels a smile slowly spread across her face. "Ooh, yes! I'm ready to go out there and help those poor pets right now!"
"All right!" the group cheers as they make their way back to the stage.
"Once again, here's Rebound Henderson and her band." the announcer calls, upon which Dot, Rebound, and the other Puppies and Kittens gather together on the stage. The dogs then begin to sing as the cats play instruments in the background:
"We're so happy, happy, happy that you're home,
And we'll never, ever, ever be alone,
Now it's time to have some fun with our perfect person,
There's nothing else we'd rather do that be at home with you-u-u-u!"
Miss McGilt, the mayor, and even Sterling Von Oxnard get up from their seats and begin to merrily tap their feet to the music.
"If we're feeling down,
We know that you'll come around,
You can lift us up, 'cause we're you're perfect pups,
There's nothing else we'd rather do that be at home with you-u-u-u!"
The crowd cheers and applauds. The announcer steps out onto the stage, "And our winner is...Rebound Henderson and her band!"
"Yay!" "Woohoo!" "We won, we won, we won!" the cats and dogs cheer happily.
Little did anyone notice, however, that Feltwaddle was missing...