The Puppies and Kittens presently arrive back at the pound, panting and out of breath. "Pfew," Patches gasps. "That was certainly a closie."
"Yes, no thanks to these antenna wearing liars!" Squirt snaps.
"Squirt!" Fluffy replies seriously. "That's no way to talk about our friends."
"But I mean seriously," the Chihuahua replies. "What was the idea of just stopping in front of Catchum like that?"
"We were...trying to establish some form of telepathic communication with him." Quasar replies.
"All right, that's enough!" a fed up Squirt walks up to the alien dog and cat. "Look, Zoltron and Quasar, if those are even your real names, for the final time, you are not, repeat, NOT aliens! You're just a dog and cat, a WEIRD dog and cat! And you don't have any abilities other than those of ordinary dogs or cats!"
Sad expressions cross Zoltron and Quasar's faces. "We see. Well, we're certainly sorry for all of the trouble that we've caused you all. We appreciate all of the help you've given us and that you believed in us when no one else did, but now...we really must be going. It's become apparent that we'll never find Coop and Millie now. Goodbye, friends, we shall never forget you." Upon these words, the dog and cat tearfully leave.
"Zoltron, Quasar, wait!" Cookie cries. "Don't go!" Kugel calls. Unfortunately, the two have already wandered out of hearing range.
"Golly, Squirt," Cupcake says. "That was awfully mean."
"Indeed," Ace adds. "A Pound Puppy really oughtn't to act this way."
"Those guys really need someone ta believe in 'em right now," Niblet notes. "An' if we don't, who else is gonna?"
"Well spoken, Niblet," Lucky replies. "The most important thing that we can do for them right now is show them that we believe in them, and find them their perfect people."
"Spoken like a true leader." Cookie replies warmly, upon which the group, save for Squirt, then hurries off.
The Chihuahua pauses for a second, musing impatiently. "Ohh..." he grumbles. "It's the right thing to do. A Pound Puppy never turns down an animal in need, after all." He then traipses off to join his friends.
After Squirt has left, the Intergalactic Transmitter 2000 rattles, clanks, and lets out a loud piercing whistle.
Zoltron and Quasar have only gotten as far as the alleyway behind the pound when Niblet catches up to them. "Guys, wait! Please don't go!" the big sheepdog begs. "Oh, but we must," Zoltron sighs. "Your friends do not believe that we are what we think we are, and we ourselves are growing more than a bit skeptical of this fact."
"Well guys," Niblet says matter-of-factly. "I may not know as much as Lucky, Strudel, or even the squirrels. But I do know that you need to believe in yourself. After all, I believe in you, an' I know the others do, too."
"Well, you certainly do make us feel very much better," Quasar replies happily. "It only begs the question of-EEP!" His sentence is cut off abruptly as Catchum, who had been hiding around the corner, quickly hops out and drops his net down over the two of them.
"I gotcha, ya slippery little twerps!" Catchum sneers rudely. "Won't da boss be pleased to see you! I better meet him at da TV studio." He quickly drops the fearfully whimpering and mewing dog and cat in the back of his van, then drives off. Niblet gasps audibly, "Oh no!"
At this moment the other Puppies and Kittens join him. "What's happened, Niblet?" Kugel inquires. "Catchum jus' nabbed Zoltron 'n Quasar an' is takin' 'em to th' TV studio!" Niblet replies.
An angry look crosses Lucky's face. "This sounds very much like Feltwaddle's handiwork."
"We'll have to hurry downtown and save them!" Strudel exclaims.
Just then, Honeyfluff comes running up to her. "Strudel, Strudel!" she calls urgently. The dachshund peeks over her shoulder. "Is something wrong, Dear?" she inquires with concern.
"No, sumfin' weally good's happened," the little kitten replies excitedly. "Th' big doggie whistle whistled!" Strudel's eyes grow wide. "Goodness, the Intergalactic Transmitter 2000 worked! This is astounding!"
"We'll need to hurry if we want to rescue our friends in time," Lucky notes. "Pound Puppies and Kennel Kittens, let's start pounding!"
"YEAH!" everyone cheers as the group, save for Squirt, then hurries off.
"Poor guys," Squirt says woefully as he slowly follow after his friends. "I sure hope they're gonna be okay..."