The Puppies and Kittens gather at mission control with their two guests, as well as a small white Persian kitten named Honeyfluff, standing nearby. "Now," Lucky begins. "We'll need to figure a plan to help Zoltron and Quasar find their perfect people again."
"But where are we gonna find a spaceship at this hour?" Niblet inquires. Well and truly losing his patience by now, Squirt replies with much aggravation, "Niblet, if I told ya once, I told ya a million times, they ain't aliens!"
"Oh no," Zoltron suddenly pipes up. "What your friend says is true; we certainly are aliens." The Puppies and Kittens can only stare blankly. "We come from the planet Petropolis in the Canine galaxy," Quasar elaborates. "A very peaceful planet."
The dogs and cats exchange odd looks with each other. "Whaddaya make of it, Lucky?" Squirt whispers. "I'm not sure," Lucky muses, rubbing his chin. "Perhaps they're tired after their long trip."
"Or perhaps they're under a lot of stress." Strudel notes.
"Or they might even have amnesia." Cookie states.
Trying his best to hide his astonishment and hoping to gain more information, Lucky turns to the two odd pets and inquires, "Say, if I may ask, please, when was the last time the two of you had seen your family?"
"Well, it was when we took a vacation to this fine planet of yours," Zoltron replies. "We stopped off at a place known as, 'Goonieland.'"
"The local amusement park?" Cookie inquires.
"Yes, indeed," Zoltron elaborates. "We had wandered away from them for only a heartbeat to procure some of the delicious Earth food known as, 'hot dogs,' but no sooner did we return to where we had last seen them, than they had wandered away."
"We miss them so much, especially Coop and Millie," Quasar says sadly, tears welling up in his deep blue eyes. "If only we could find them again..."
"Don't worry, li'l space buddies," Niblet says consolingly. "We'll find your rocketship again, and then you and your family can go home to your planet 'n live happily ever after."
"Niblet, they..." Squirt begins, but then thinks better of it.
"I must admit," Cookie says softly, rubbing her chin. "Coop and Millie certainly don't sound very much like alien names. Then again, it's certainly not impossible..."
A wistful look then crosses Strudel's face. "Say, I think I may have an idea of how to help Zoltron and Quasar call on their family."
"Ooh, cool!" Honeyfluff says excitedly. She was a very spunky little kitten. "Can we see it, pwease?"
"Absolutely, Dearie," Strudel replies. "Follow me, please." Upon this, the group then follow the dachshund down the hallway.
Strudel leads the group into her gizmo lab where her two squirrel assistants Mr. Nut Nut and Sparky are busily working on what looks like an enormous golden dog whistle. "Wow," remarks an amazed Honeyfluff. "Is that a big doggie whistle?"
"So to speak," Strudel replies. "This is the Intergalactic Transmitter 2000. It can be used to send messages to people many galaxies away." She then turns to Zoltron and Quasar. "Would you care to try it, my friends?"
"Yes, please." The two odd pets traipse up behind the giant whistle and each take turns making an odd squealing noise into it. The group then waits several minutes for the reply, but no answer comes. Zoltron and Quasar's faces fall. "How will we ever find Coop and Millie now?"
"Don't worry, friends," Lucky replies consolingly. "I'm sure we'll find them soon." A thoughtful look then crosses his face. "In fact...I may know just the place to look! Follow me, please." Upon this, the group then follows him toward the front door.
As the dogs and cats pass by Mr. McLeish the pound supervisor's office, they observe Olaf speaking to Mr. McLeish at his desk, with Dot Henderson, manager of the pound and owner of the Pound Puppies and Kennel Kittens, standing nearby. "They were the strangest dog and cat I'd ever seen, sir. They surely must have been aliens."
"Aliens?" McLeish echoes. "Oh, Olaf, I'm sure you're only imagining this."
"But sir, I'm quite positive," Olaf replies. "The cat didn't even have any hair."
"Well, actually, Mr. Olaf," Dot replies. "Many different breeds of cat are hairless, such as the Sphinx and the Peterbald."
"Well, needless to say," Olaf replies. "I simply bring this as a word of caution."
Noticing something in Olaf's hands, a curious McLeish inquires, "Is...that a blankie?" Olaf then holds up the blanket and begins rubbing it on his face. "Mr. Fuzzles keeps me safe when there's danger around." McLeish and Dot can only exchange odd looks.
After Olaf and Dot have left, McLeish opens up a drawer in his desk and takes out a blanket of his own, which he then begins rubbing on his face. "Oh, Mr. Fuzzles, you make me feel so much better." From behind the doorway, the dogs and cats stare blankly. "Seriously?" Cupcake whispers to her friends, who nod in agreement.
The group then sets off again and makes their way through town.