At the TV studio, the talk show is just beginning. A host with a microphone walks up to a young couple seated in two chairs on stage. "And now," the host says. "We come to our next guests, the Munsons, who have a very interesting story to share."
"Yes," the wife says. "Well, my husband and I are very avid collectors of lawn gnomes. We have a very extensive collection of them and have even given them each names, such as Commander Stinkysocks, and Mister Fennimore Frogface."
"We buy them from a local shop called Lawn Gnomes 'R' Us," the husband elaborates. "They apparently specialize in this sort of thing; they say that there's no other store like it around, but it's certainly the go-to place for lawn gnome aficionados."
"We don't know why," the wife notes. "But our neighbors have been giving us some very odd looks lately."
Feltwaddle, who's sitting leisurely in a chair just across from them, gives a bored yawn. "Well, it'll be hard to beat that," he sarcastically mumbles under his breath. "But I might just try."
"And now," the host says. "Our next guest, Mr. Milton Feltwaddle, will share with us an amazing find of his." He traipses up to Feltwaddle. "So, tell us, Mr. Feltwaddle, what is this fabulous discovery of yours?"
"Well," Feltwaddle replies with a smug smile. "What I bring to you today is a once in a lifetime opportunity. I just so happen to have in my possession two real live alien animals!"
The host looks at him skeptically. "Are you sure we can believe you, sir?"
"Why, what's the matter, sir?' Feltwaddle inquires. "Why are you so skeptical?"
"Well, it was only last week that someone claimed to have a unicorn to show us, and it turned out to only be a donkey with a toilet plunger stuck to its forehead." the host replies.
"Well, I can assure you, sir, that these aliens are very much real." Feltwaddle replies.
While this is happening, a very sad Zoltron and Quasar sit in a small cage backstage. Suddenly, they hear, "Hey, guys!" upon which they turn to see Squirt and Fluffy approaching them.
"Squirt?" replies an amazed Quasar. "But I thought that you didn't believe us!" The Chihuahua gives a hearty sigh. "I said a lotta things I shouldnta' back there; the truth is, you guys're my friends and I just wanna say that I'm sorry I was so mean to ya back there. You guys're really great an' we wanna help ya find yer perfect people again."
Zoltron and Quasar's faces light up. "Why, that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to us!"
Squirt then turns to Fluffy. "Fluffy, do ya still have that hairpin?"
"Behind my left ear, why?" she inquires.
"May I please borrow it?" Squirt requests.
Fluffy then gives Squirt the hairpin, upon which he picks the cage's lock, and he and Fluffy then gently help their friends out. They then begin traipsing toward the back door; unfortunately, they haven't gotten too far before Catchum and Morton quickly confront them. "Thought you could get away, did'ja?" the dogcatcher sneers. "Well, we'll get the better of you, just see if we don't!"
Upon this, the dogs and cats quickly take to their heels. "Stop! Don't let them get away!" Morton cries as they quickly hurry after them. Spotting the door to the stage out of the corner of his eye, Squirt quickly motions, "Quick! This way!" upon which the dogs and cats quickly turn a sharp corner and disappear from sight. As Morton and Catchum draw closer, they accidentally crash into a tub of prank slime left over from a game show and end up covered in it. "Wiseguy flea farms.." Catchum grumbles.
The dogs and cats quickly dash past the stage and toward the front door. "Alley-Oop-A-Ree!" they cry.
As the host turns to Feltwaddle, he triumphantly announces, "And now...the aliens!" Upon these words, the slime-covered Catchum and Morton slowly amble onto the stage. "Where did those dogs and cats go?" Morton groans. The audience bursts into uproarious laughter; the host shoots a disdainful look at Feltwaddle. "Is this your idea of a joke, Mr. Feltwaddle?"
"Wh-whaa?" Feltwaddle looks all around him in perplexity, his gaze finally falling on the two ooze-covered figures. "Morton? Catchum?"
"I should have known," the host grumbles. "He was nothing but a scam artist. Probably even in league with the guy who brought in that so-called unicorn..." He then proceeds to leave.
"B-b-but sir, please! I can explain!" Feltwaddle begs of him. Unfortunately, the host doesn't hear him.