The group presently arrives at a sci-fi convention in the heart of town. "This must be the place." Lucky states. "We'll surely find some information here."
The group exchange weirded out glances as they observe a large series of people dressed as aliens. "This place sure is creepy." Squirt shudders. Suddenly, a parrotlike creature wearing a green helmet with an antenna on top flutters over to them. "Greetings, Earth pets."
"Napoleon?" says a perplexed Lucky. The parrot laughs, "Ha, fooled ya! It's me!"
"Wow," remarks an amazed Niblet. "Napoleon was a alien all along and I didn't know it!" Squirt shoots a disdainful look at him.
Napoleon glances over at Zoltron and Quasar. "Say, those are some mighty cool costumes!" He then turns to the dogs and cats. "Say, why aren't you in costume?"
"Well, you see," Lucky replies. "Our friends Zoltron and Quasar have ben separated from their owners and we've come to help find them."
"Since they are aliens like we ourselves, we surmised that they might have come here." Zoltron elaborates. Napoleon's eyes grow large. "Wow, you guys're real aliens? That is so amazing! I've never met REAL aliens before!"
"You're very kind," Quasar replies. "If we may ask, please, have you seen any children by the names of Coop or Millie here?"
"I'm sorry to say no." Napoleon replies.
The dog and cat's faces fall. "What strange and confusing creatures these humans are," Zoltron says dolefully. And to think that we actually believed this was the place."
Concerned and hoping to help, Fluffy inquires, "Do you remember anything about the place where you had seen your owners last?" Zoltron and Quasar's faces quickly light up. "Oh! The landing cite!" Quasar exclaims. "If I recall correctly, it looked something like this." He removes a pen and paper from his sweater pocket and quickly sketches up a picture of what appears to be a tall, triangular tower with a light on top.
"Say," Napoleon notes. "I think I know that place! That's the radio tower!" A determined look crosses Lucky's face. "Then to the radio tower we will go!"
Just then, the group hears a voice call, "Napoleon!" upon which they see Mr. McLeish's mother Agatha approaching. "Well, I don't mean to be rude, but I'll need to be going back to Agatha so she doesn't worry. Goodbye, friends! It's been very nice to meet with you!" Napoleon calls as he flies off to rejoin his owner.
"Goodbye, Napoleon!" the dogs and cats call as they wave goodbye. "Thank you for everything!"
Just as they're about to leave, however, the group hears heavy footsteps approaching them. Looking over their shoulders, the Puppies and Kittens worst fears are confirmed. "It's Catchum!" Kugel exclaims fearfully. "Oh, however could he have found us?!"
"He must have heard that we were coming here." Luck notes as a determined look crosses his face. "Don't worry, guys. We should be able to shake him."
As he peeks around the corner, Catchum quickly spies the group. There's those miserable flea farms with those two aliens! Ooh, won't the boss be pleased with me!" He then begins hurrying toward the group. "Pound Puppies and Kennel Kittens, let's start pounding!" Lucky cries, upon which the dogs and cats take off at a clip.
Catchum begins chasing after them vehemently. "You won't escape me, mutts! Those aliens are as good as mine!" The group quickly dashes through the mulling crowd, hurries through corridors, and zing in and out of booths with the dogcatcher in hot pursuit. As he rounds a corner Catchum spies the group right in front of him. "Aha, there's no escaping me now!" Unfortunately, Catchum had failed to see the sign reading, "Caution: Wet Floor" and ends up slipping on a freshly washed tile and careening into a tank of fake purple space goo. "WHOOOOOOAAAAOOOOOOOAAAA!" GLOPP!
As he watches the dogs and cats making their escape, the dogcatcher yells and shakes his fist, "It's not over yet, twerps! I will get those aliens! You haven't seen the last of me!"