Meanwhile, in the corner of Central Park, poor Penelope is held tightly by the Bully Brothers while the Hooded Claw prepares her next not-so-great fate.
In an empty corner in Central Park, The Bully Brothers held Penelope tight across a large glass box that the Hooded Claw stood next to.
Angel was trapped in a crate and her collar was tied with rope that was tied to a bar in the crate.
And poor Angel is once again trapped, to boot.
"What wicked plan have you planned in Central Park you crafty old fox!?" Penelope frowned.
"I'll be glad to tell you all the details, Pitstop." The Hooded Claw replied with a sneer.
"If you'll notice we're in an empty, quiet spot in Central Park, which makes it perfect for my plan so that no one will notice or get suspicious." He explained to Penelope. "As soon as I'm done telling you about my scheme you'll be locked up in this big glass box you see before your very eyes…"
"Being trapped in a glass box can't be that bad, Claw." Penelope interrupted The Hooded Claw.
"But there's more to that, princess, so don't interrupt me." The Hooded Claw warned Penelope.
"Once you're locked up in the glass, a large amount of sand will pour, operated by a weasel chasing a frog on a treadmill in an attempt to eat he frog for lunch." The Hooded Claw continued. "The more the weasel runs on the treadmill to try to catch our froggy friend, the more sand will fall, suffocating you for good!"
The Hooded Claw gave an evil laugh after his explanation.
"I'll bet the weasel and the frog are in those boxes." Penelope wondered as she looked at two small brown boxes. "Where exactly did you get them?"
"From the Central Park Zoo." The Hooded Claw answered. "What else?"
Penelope: "Why you animal-poaching-and-abusing son of a…"
"Hey, watch your language!" The Hooded Claw cut her off. "Children could be watching this!"
"What do y'all intend to do to my dog?" Penelope asked sternly. "Don't even lay a hand on her!"
"Not to worry, my child." The Hooded Claw sarcastically reassured her as he pulled out a weasel from a box. "I may be an evil villain but I have my limits when it comes to dogs."
"So you're just gonna leave my poor little ole puppy behind!?" Penelope scowled. "You wicked cad!"
"You're too kind." The Hooded Claw mocked Penelope.
"Hope you enjoy your experience, miss Penelope." The Bully Brothers said as they pushed Penelope into the glass box.
Penelope attempted to run out of the box but the Hooded Claw closed the door and locked it.
"Sorry Pitstop but there's no way out." The Hooded Claw grinned evilly as he held the weasel.
He then turned to the Bully Brothers.
Hooded Claw: "I've got the weasel ready. Tie our frog up and I'll place our weasel on the treadmill for a good old chase."
"Right, Claw." Said the Bully Brothers as they took the frog out of the box and tied a small piece of rope around its waist to a hook ring across the treadmill.
The Hooded Claw tied a small piece of rope around the weasel's waist to another hook ring and placed the weasel on the treadmill. The weasel spotted its amphibian prey and began to chase it, causing some sand to fall on Penelope.
Oh no! The weasel has spotted its prey and the sand is raining down on Penelope.
Penelope desperately banged on the glass.
"Let me out of here!" She shouted. "Get me out of here! You can't do this! Let me out!"
Unfortunately, neither the Hooded Claw nor the Bully Brothers could hear her, and the Hooded Claw just laughed at her.
"What's that, Pitstop?" He taunted Penelope. "I can't hear a little ole thing you're saying!"
"He can't hear a little ole thing I'm saying." Penelope worried. "There's got to be another way out."
I hope you can think of something Penelope.
She studied the glass and was busy thinking of something.
Penelope: "It seems like a long shot, but if I can find some little ole way to break the glass, I might get free."
How will you manage that, Penelope?
"Simple." Penelope smiled. "If I can simply use my high heeled boot and stomp on the glass with it. I might have a chance of cracking it. Here I go."
Penelope struggled through the sand and used the high heel of her boot to kick the back of the box, but it did not crack.
I'm not so sure your heels will be enough, that sand is pouring down like no tomorrow.
Angel looked on with worry from her cage, but Penelope refused to give up.
"I have to keep trying." Penelope showed determination.
Yes, keep trying Penelope, because the Ant Hill Mob is hot on the trail for you.
Chuggaboom was still on the trail for Penelope and Angel when he spotted their location.
"I think Chuggaboom knows where Penelope and Angel are." Softy wept.
"I think you're right, Softy." Said Clyde. "Pockets, take out your telescope and a ladder. Zippy, you take it from there."
"Right Clyde, right." Zippy answered back as Pockets took out a telescope and a ladder.
"Be very careful not to fall!" Clyde called to Zippy.
"I'll be careful Clyde, I'll be careful."
Zippy took the telescope and climbed the ladder. He looked into the telescope.
"Did you see her, Zippy?" Clyde called out from Chuggaboom. "Where is she?"
"I see her, Clyde." Zippy replied as he saw Penelope still using her heel to break out of the glass and the sand coming down. "There she is. She's in Central Park, trying to break out of a glass box with sand raining on top of her and filling the box."
Zippy then saw Angel tethered in the cage.
"And Angel's there, too." He told the others. "She's stuck in a cage. A cage she's stuck in."
Clyde: "Well in that case, we need to get to Central Park right away, before that sand suffocates Penelope. Chuggaboom, take us to Central Park, and fast"
R-r-r-ready!" Said Chuggaboom as he drove off to the park.
Meanwhile, back in Central Park, Penelope is up to her knees in the sand, but is still working hard to break the glass, but will it be enough?
Penelope kept kicking the glass until she made a small crack.
Nice work Penelope, but that little crack isn't enough to break the glass and set you free.
Penelope: "This is just the beginning. If I can just keep kicking, even though the sand's getting deeper and deeper, perhaps the crack in the glass will get bigger."
Penelope kicked the back of the glass box with her heel three more times. The weasel was running fast, making the sand pour even faster.
As she made her last kick, Penelope was now up to her elbows in the sand.
"I sure hope the glass breaks on time." She thought with nervousness.
I hope so, too, Penelope. But not to worry, the Ant Hill Mob has found you and Angel, to boot.
The Ant Hill Mob finally arrived in Central Park and heard Angel barking.
Clyde: "We made it, guys, and I hear Angel. Follow those barks.
The Ant Hill Mob followed Angel's barking to the corner of the park where Penelope was now up to her shoulders in the sand.
Angel barked as her way of telling the Ant Hill Mob what's happening and as soon as Penelope saw the Ant Hill Mob, she knocked on the glass to get their attention.
Yak-Yak: "(Giggling) Penelope's about to sink in the sand."
Zippy: "And look up. A weasel chasing a frog is up there."
"We need to find a way to stop that weasel and save Penelope." Clyde told the rest of the Mob. "Zippy, you go up there to snatch that weasel. Pockets, go with him to save that frog. The Rest of us will save Penelope and Angel."
You fellas still need to stop that weasel and frog but there's a chance Penelope might make it out of the glass on her own. For at this very moment the crack in the glass is spreading and just might break open on time to save our girl.
The crack in the back of the box got bigger from the large amount of times Penelope kicked it.
Zippy untied the frog, but the frog stood still in its tracks fearfully while the weasel ran faster, leaving poor Penelope up to her chin in the sand.
Penelope: "I may have to keep my little ole eyes closed for a while."
"Go to the other side and take care of that weasel, Zippy." Pockets told Zippy.
Fortunately, the frog saw a dragonfly flying by and chased after it, while Pockets used scissors to cut the rope holding the weasel.
The weasel started to chase after the frog, but Zippy caught the weasel on time and put it in its box.
Nice going, Zippy. The weasel is now boxed.
The glass broke and Penelope fell out with the sand on her knees, coughing it up.
And not a moment too soon. Penelope is free and out of the sand.
Clyde and Softy ran up to Penelope.
"Are you okay, Penelope?" Clyde asked worried as he rubbed Penelope's back.
"I'm alright, fellas." Penelope replied as she coughed up more sand and took deep breaths. "That was a close one. But I'm glad we all worked together on this."
"Yes." Clyde smiled. "Teamwork is the best rescue strategy of all."
Penelope ran up to the cage holding Angel, took a hair pin from her hair, unlocked the cage with her hair pin, and untied Angel.
And our soon-to-be dog show star is free, too.
Angel ran into Penelope's arms and licked her cheek.
"You're free now girl and we're safe again." Penelope smiled.
She then saw Dum-Dum holding the frog.
"Uh, what should I do with this frog?" Dum-Dum asked.
"Can I have it, please, Dum-Dum?" Penelope asked sweetly.
"Sure, Penelope." Dum-Dum replied as he handed the frog to Penelope. "But what for?"
Penelope: "This."
She then kissed the frog on the top of his head.
"Thank you for chasing that dragonfly and making that weasel stop the trap." She praised the frog after she kissed him.
Aww, isn't that sweet, Penelope? Too bad that frog didn't turn into a prince.
"That's okay." Penelope smiled a sweet smiled. "My heart already belongs to a kind, handsome man back at home named Peter." (Guess who she's referring to? Wink, wink!)
"And we're still early according to my pocket watch." Said Clyde as he held a pocket watch. "We should get to the groomers soon."
"Yes we should, but after we get some lunch." Penelope agreed as she hopped in Chuggaboom's back seat with Angel in her arms. "I'm getting a bit hungry and because it's still early, I'd like to work on our training for the dog show."
Clyde: "It's a great idea, Penelope. Let's get something to eat, Chuggaboom."
"Y-y-yeah!" Said Chuggaboom as he drove away.
The Hooded Claw emerged from behind a tree with the Bully Brothers, watching in disgust as Chuggaboom drove away again.
"Blast." He hissed in frustration. "Foiled by not only Pitstop, but those pint-sized pea-brains the Ant Hill Mob."