Meanwhile, Prince Charming was leaning out the window of Rapunzel's tower, trying to think of a way to get down without breaking his neck, or killing himself.
"I could've had archery lessons, but noooo," he muttered. "I had to take up playing the guitar! If I had taken archery lessons, then I could take a piece of rope or something, tie it to an arrow, shoot it into the woods, and swing down like Tarzan. A lot of good a guitar would do me now!"
Prince Charming then began ripping off pieces of Rapunzel's bed sheets and tying them together. Unfortunately, the rope he made out of them was way too short. He sighed, and leaned out the window once more, propping his head up on his elbow.
"Now what am I gonna do?" he asked.
However, Lady Luck was smiling on the prince. Down the road came along a yellow cat, wearing a purple coat, a purple hat, and a pair of purple boots (Top Cat).
"Scooby-doo, a-dooby-dooby-doo," he sang as he walked toward the tower. He continued scatting, until he came across something in the road.
"What's this?" he said, picking up what looked like a very long braid. "Well, well. Looks like Punzie's finally figured out how to get out of her tower. Took her long enough."
"Hey!" Prince Charming called. "Hey you down there! You mind throwing that thing back up here?!"
"What the . . . ." the cat said, and he looked up toward the window. "Now who are you? Don't tell me, don't tell me. You're tower-sitting for Rapunzel."
"Very funny. Just throw me that braid would you? I need it to get down from here!"
"Me? Throw the braid all the way up there? Who do I look like, Nolan Ryan? It'd never make it all the way up there if I threw it! Tell you what, kid, I'll go get a ladder. Now stay right there, I'll be right back!"
And with that, the cat took off running. Prince Charming watched him go, and heaved a frustrated sigh.
"Stay right there, he says," he muttered. "Where does he think I'm going?"
Moments later, the cat returned with a ladder. It didn't reach the tower window, but it was high enough for the cat to throw Rapunzel's braid to the prince.
"Here ya are," he said, as he threw it.
Prince Charming tied the braid to the bed post, and used it to climb down to the ladder. Then he used the ladder to climb down the rest of the way.
"Thanks, cat," he said.
"Oh, Boots is the name," the cat replied. "Puss N. Boots. Now then, who are you, and what were you doing in Punzie's tower to begin with?"
"Sit down, it's a long story," Prince Charming said.
Puss shrugged, and sat down on the bottom rung of the ladder, while Prince Charming explained his story to him.
"So let me get this straight," Puss said, once Prince Charming was finished. "You're Prince Charming, and you're looking for this girl, but you don't know who she is, and the only clue you have is this glass slipper?"
"Yeah, pretty much," the prince said.
"Hmm, this set up has definite possibilities. Tell me something, your highness. Why knock yourself out walking around like you're doing?"
"I don't know, it's the only thing I can think of. I haven't been able to find my way to a town, much less back to my dad's kingdom."
"Then it's a good thing you ran into me, Princey ol' pal. Just leave everything to me, and we'll find your dream girl yet!"
And with that, Puss stood up, grabbed Prince Charming by the hand, and practically dragged him to town. Within an hour, Puss had flyers printed up, and plastered all over town, advertising his little scheme. For fifty cents, any eligible girl could come to the center of town, and try on the glass slipper, and win a chance to marry Prince Charming.
"That's right, ladies, try your luck!" Puss shouted through a megaphone. "Step right up, and for fifty cents, you could win a chance to become the bride of Prince Charming here! All you have to do is sit down and try on one little glass slipper!"
Of course, Puss's plan worked like a charm. Every eligible woman in town lined up at the platform to try on the glass slipper. Before a girl got to sit down though, Puss made them sign a form. Unfortunately, none of them fit it. A few of the girls weren't happy about it, though.
"I'm sorry, ladies, no refunds," Puss said. "After all, you signed the forms, and the forms clearly state no refunds if the shoe doesn't fit."
By sunset, the prince had tried the glass slipper on dozens of girls, but not one of them was the one he was looking for. He was feeling dejected, but Puss was delighted.
"Five dozen girls at fifty cents a girl," he said, counting his money, "And that was only for today! I'm gonna make a fortune!"
"Good for you," Prince Charming said, with a sigh.
"Cheer up, your highness," Puss said. "This was only one day. We'll have more business tomorrow."
Puss pushed a button on his platform, and it folded up immediately. The cat put it into a suitcase, along with his little cash box, and began walking toward his home.
"Let's go!" he shouted. Then he began singing as he walked along. "We're in the money, we're in the money . . . ."
Prince Charming sighed, shrugged, and followed Puss. It was about all he could do, and he didn't have any better ideas on how to find his dream girl. And Puss's idea seemed to get results. Thanks to the flyers he had printed up, girls from several different towns flocked to Puss's town to try on the glass slipper.
Unfortunately, Puss's flyers were also going to bring trouble. Back at the Duchy of Dastardly, the Duke was fuming over having lost Cinderella.
"I must find her and bring her back!" he shouted. "She is the only girl in the world who can spin straw into gold! The question is, where could she have gone?"
As the Duke was pondering this, Sir Muttley suddenly ran in with a piece of paper in his hand. Then he tapped the Duke in the leg to get his attention.
"What is it now, Muttley?" he asked, frustratedly.
"Snazza razzen frazzen, take a look," Sir Muttley said, giving the Duke the paper.
"What's this?" the Duke asked. Then he began reading the flyer. "Calling all eligible ladies, try on the glass slipper and win a chance to marry Prince Charming? Hmm, she mentioned something about Prince Charming. This must be my competition."
The Duke of Dastardly studied the flyer, which happened to have a picture of Prince Charming on it. When the Duke saw this, his face fell.
"He's not a bad looking kid," he said. "And he's closer in age to Cinderella, too. If this is my competition for her, then I'm sunk!"
"Snazza razzen frazzen, you said it," Sir Muttley said.
"Unless, of course, we go and eliminate the competition, eh, Muttley?"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!"
"Quick, Muttley! To the carriage! We must find this Prince Charming before Cinderella discovers these flyers!"
Sir Muttley then snickered his wheezy snicker, while the Duke of Dastardly laughed diabolically. If there was one thing he enjoyed, it was being dastardly.
The Duke and Sir Muttley arrived in the next town over to find Puss's platform open for business. It wasn't really that hard to find. All the Duke and Sir Muttley had to do was get in a very long line of girls.
"One at a time, one at a time, please, ladies!" Puss shouted. "No need to crowd, we'll get to everybody!"
"I don't have all day for this," the Duke said, and he began pushing his way forward.
"Out of my way, girls!" he shouted. "V.I.D. coming through!"
"V.I.D?" one of the girls in line asked.
"What's that mean?" another asked.
"Very Important Duke!" the Duke of Dastardly shouted. "Now kindly let me pass!"
Of course, Puss and the prince weren't really paying attention to what was going on in line. Puss was more interested in counting the money, while Prince Charming's mind was on finding the girl of his dreams.
"All right, who's next?" Puss asked. With that, the Duke of Dastardly and Sir Muttley climbed onto the platform. When Puss saw them, he made a face.
"Sheesh, you have got to be the homeliest dame I have ever seen in my life!" he shouted. "But, still, you want a chance to marry Prince Charming, who am I to complain about how ugly you are? Fifty cents, please."
"I'm not a girl, you overgrown hairball!" the Duke of Dastardly shouted, shoving Puss off the platform. "Now move aside!"
"Sheesh, I should charge him double for his attitude," Puss grumbled, as he stood up and brushed himself off.
"Prince Charming, I presume?" the Duke of Dastardly asked.
"Yeah, who are you?" Prince Charming asked.
"The Duke of Dastardly," the duke said. "And I have a bone to pick with you!"
"What about?"
"About Cinderella!"
"Cinderella? Who's Cinderella?"
"The future Duchess of Dastardly, that's who! She's been looking for you."
"Yeah, so has every other girl in the country, apparently. Didn't you see the line when you got here?"
The Duke of Dastardly was not amused by Prince Charming's little comment. He immediately grabbed the prince's arm, and held it in a vice-like grip, which caused the prince almost dropped the glass slipper.
"Hey, be careful!" Prince Charming shouted. "I need this shoe, you know!"
"All right, smart aleck!" the duke shouted. "No more Mr. Nice Guy! You're my competition, and therefore, you must be eliminated!"
"What?!" both Prince Charming and Puss shouted in unison.
Puss had to do something fast, or else his meal ticket was a goner. Suddenly, he had an idea. He jumped onto the Duke of Dastardly's back, and pulled his hat down over his eyes.
"Hey!" the duke shouted, ultimately letting go of Prince Charming's arm. "What's going on here?! I can't see!"
"That's the whole idea, dukey," Puss said, as the prince jumped off the platform. Then, Puss pushed the button, and the platform folded up, which also folded the Duke of Dastardly and Sir Muttley inside of it as well.
"And that, as they say, is a wrap," Puss said.
"Muttley! Do something!" the Duke shouted.
"Snazza razzen frazzen like what?!" Sir Muttley shouted.
"And that's our cue to get outta here, your highness! Come on!" Puss shouted, grabbing Prince Charming's hand, and the two of them raced out of town as fast as they possibly could.
As Prince Charming and Puss were running, Sir Muttley pushed the button that allowed the platform to open up, causing the Duke of Dastardly to spring upward, and crash back down, destroying the platform entirely. Sir Muttley began snickering, until the Duke bopped him on the head with his fist.
"Don't just sit there, you flea bag!' he shouted. "After them!"
"Snazza razzen frazzen who's a flea bag?" Sir Muttley mumbled, and he and the duke followed the Puss and the prince's trail.