The episode begins with CatDog sitting on the couch. Cat is reading a book called Guarding the Garden, while Dog devours chicken drumsticks and several slices of pizza.
"Dog. Dog. Dog!" yells Cat.
"Oh, I'm sorry Cat. Want some?" Dog offers Cat pizza crust, with the rest already eaten.
"If you keep eating like that, we're going to get high cholesterol."
"But it's crunchy, and cheesy, and carb-y!" Dog proceeds to continue eating his food at a rapid pace.
Winslow is then shown relaxing on a beanbag.
"Gotta side with Dog on this one. Chicken's packed with protein, and pizza's rich in calcium!" says Winslow.
"Who asked you, pipsqueak?" snarks Cat.
"Geez Louise! Sounds like somebody's jealous he can't eat the good stuff 'cause of his little diet."
"Poke fun all you want, but eating vegetables and no meat except for fish has helped. I'm slimming." claims Cat.
"Is that what you call those rolls on your back?" Winslow laughs, before Cat flings a half eaten drumstick at Winslow. The latter catches it.
"Don't mind if I do! Give me a slice while you're at it."
Cat then throws an untouched pizza slice, hitting Winslow right in the face.
"Ouch!" shouts Winslow.
"That gives a whole new meaning to pizza face." states Cat.
"No fair! I was gonna eat that!" despairs Dog.
Winslow replies "Hey! You never heard of share and share alike?" The pizza slice is covering his face as he eats it with his hands. "I see a lot of sittin', but not enough watchin'."
"Oh! Winslow, thank you for reminding me. Dog, how are the slugs doing?" asks Cat.
"The wha?"
"You seriously didn't forget, did you?" inquires Cat.
Dog tries to think. "You mean those yellow slimy things that look like bananas?"
"Yes."
"No idea." Dog shrugs as he says this.
"Some slug sitters you are!" Winslow chuckles afterward.
"Don't worry, Cat. We still have time to look for them before Lola comes-"
Just then, CatDog's doorbell rings, making its signature sound of a dog barking and cat meowing.
"...Over."
"Oh no! It's her!" says Cat.
"We don't know that for sure, Cat. Lola always comes in through the window."
Cat's frown turns into a smile. "You know what? You're right! It could be a solicitor!"
"Hello? I don't like to be ignored, you know!" yells Lola, off screen.
"So much for that." remarks Cat.
"Maybe it isn't Lola, but someone who stole her face, just like what happened to Mean Bob in Mean Bob and the Invasion of the Face Eaters. And she's ready to suck all our faces off! Cat, we can't let her in!" Dog shouts in Cat's face.
"That's it. No more Mean Bob for you." Now speaking to Winslow, Cat inquires "Winslow, can you get the door?"
"What are you, nuts? I got greasy hands!" states Winslow, his face now back to normal. "'Sides, you might not have noticed, but I'm too small to reach the door."
Cat sighs. "Fine, I'll just get it myself."
He proceeds to open the door, allowing Lola to fly in.
"Hola, Lola!" greets Cat.
"If that is your real name." states a suspicious Dog.
"Ay, what's with him?" asks Lola.
"Dog, behave."
"Hmm. You sound like Lola, and look like her." acknowledges Dog.
"Si, mi perro amigo." replies Lola.
"Lola, it is you!"
Dog glomps Lola, an embrace from which she manages to escape by flying away.
Cat then notices what Lola is carrying. "Why the mushrooms?"
"Oh, these are for the slugs! They love these things."
Dog licks his lips, and is about to grab one. "Mm."
"Not so fast!" Lola slaps Dog's hand. "These are not the types of mushrooms we can eat, they're highly toxic. Fortunately, that is no problem for banana slugs. Speaking of, where are they?"
Lola proceeds to look around the living room. "Esteban! Dolores! Mama came back with lunch!"
"If those slugs know what's good for 'em, they'd run away from those two clowns!" comments Winslow.
"Um..." says Dog.
"They're uh..." adds Cat.
"Let me guess. You lost them?" asks Lola.
"What, no!"
"Yes." admits Dog.
"Dog!" shouts Cat.
Lola facepalms in frustration. "Okay, okay. Let's retrace our steps. When do you last remember seeing Esteban and Dolores?"
"Ooh, ooh! Can I go first?" inquires Dog, raising his hand all the while.
Cat laughs. "I think she'd rather hear from me, thanks. Here's how it all happened..."
The scene transitions to earlier that day, with the banana slugs visible on the ground inside a jar. Dog is wearing a rainbow colored propeller beanie, twisting the propeller repeatedly. Cat is filing his claws with a nail file.
"Dog, will you knock it off? I can't hear myself think!"
Dog immediately stops playing with his hat. He then yells, "Sorry, Cat! I'll keep it down!"
Cat cleans his ear. "Forget I said anything."
The doorbell is heard ringing.
"Either that's my ears, or someone's at the door." comments Cat.
"Door!" shouts Dog. "Door, door, door, door, door, door! Somebody's at the door!"
Dog proceeds to jump off the couch and rushes to the front door, taking a helpless Cat along with him.
"My body, my body, my body!"
Cat groggily opens the door to reveal The Greasers.
"Well, well, well, if it ain't Catbutt and his little sidekick, Dogheinie." states a mocking Cliff.
Lube and Shriek laugh at Cliff's insult.
"What were you expecting? It's our house." replies Cat.
"Watch your mouth, pussycat! We're gonna pound ya into next week!" threatens Shriek.
Dog pokes on Cat's shoulder.
"What?"
"I think Shriek's a girl." states Dog.
"Nothing gets past you." snarks Cat.
"What did he say?" inquires Shriek.
"Pay no mind to Dog. He has no filter to speak of."
"What's that supposed to mean?" shouts Dog, in Cat's face.
"Dog, carry your ones."
"Okay!"
Dog lifts up Shriek.
"Hey! What's the big idea?" asks Shriek.
Cat side eyes Dog. "What are you doing?"
"You said I needed to carry my ones."
"Does she look like a number to you?" inquires an exasperated Cat.
"Hey! Ladies first, that means she's number one!"
"That's right, and don't you forget it, kitty litter!" Shriek proceeds to beat up Cat, but leaving Dog unharmed as he looks on. A cloud of smoke envelopes the three, until Shriek ceases her attack and reveals Cat's tongue literally being tied.
"Cat got your tongue?" says a rhetorical Shriek.
"Uh, it looks like... one of those pretty bows you see on... on... a bullseye!" claims Lube.
Cat untangles his tongue and rolls it out, allowing the curled tongue to return in his mouth. He then notices Cliff eyeing Esteban and Dolores.
Cliff licks his lips. "Youse slugs look good enough to eat!"
"Don't even think about it!" says Cat, grabbing the slug jar with his hands. "These slugs are not for eating."
"Oh, yeah? Then how come they're called banana slugs? And look like them?" inquires Cliff.
"Because they look like bananas!"
"Exactly! If it's ripe like a banana, yellow like a banana, and the same size of a banana, then it has to be a banana." Cliff has a smug grin, believing he has won the argument.
"Yeah, what he said!" adds Lube.
"But, they're not bananas!" shouts Cat at the top of his lungs.
Cliff growls, and begins to corner Cat. "Youse must think you're smarter than us, don't you Catbutt?"
"Well, yes. I-I mean, no!"
"That does it! When I'm done pounding you two to smithereens, youse gonna be melted ice cream!" Cliff punches his fist into his other hand.
"Ooh! I hope mayonnaise is on it." states an excited Lube.
"Lube! Can't you see I'm trying to be tough here?"
"You mean we're not having ice cream?" asks Lube.
"No!" yells Cliff.
"Fine. Just don't forget the mustard."
CatDog try to escape from The Greasers by going up the stairs, but the trio simply follow them up there.
"Hope youse won't mind getting your faces lift." threatens Cliff.
"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me." says Cat.
Cliff laughs. "Only wimps like you say that!"
"Cat!" shouts Dog.
"Not now, Dog." gulps Cat.
"We forgot about the slugs!"
"I'm more so concerned for our well being." replies Cat.
"But we gotta look after 'em!" insists Dog.
Dog proceeds to run his way down the stairs, knocking Cliff, Lube, and Shriek all the while.
"Whoa!" yells Shriek.
Cliff lands on his backside. "Ouch! My tush!"
Lube then lands on Cliff, breaking the former's fall. "Uh, this beanbag sure is soft."
"It's me, you ignoramus!" corrects Cliff.
"My name's Ignatius." replies Lube.
Shriek notices CatDog grabbing the slugs in the living room, sprinting to the kitchen door.
"Stop your blubbering! We gotta follow them!" says Shriek.
The Greasers give chase, as CatDog struggle to open the kitchen door. Cat finally manages to unlock the doorknob with his claw, making sure to shut it before The Greasers can come in.
CatDog set the slugs on the kitchen table, as Cat's narration is heard in the background. "We saved the slugs from The Greasers, and they got so tired of trying to barge in the three of them left the house."
Now back to the present time, Winslow is seen approaching Cat.
"I think you're forgettin' about a certain someone in that story of yours." claims Winslow.
"Let's see. Me, Dog, Cliff, Lube, Shriek... that's about everyone!"
"Uh, hello! Me! I was there to witness everything!" insists Winslow.
"You were not!" replies Cat.
"Was so! I was sittin' in the window, making sure nothing would get out of hand."
"Well, good job." answers Cat sarcastically.
"If the slugs are in the kitchen, we should be able to find them in there. Andale, andale!" instructs Lola.
As Lola flies into the kitchen by flapping her wings, CatDog and Winslow follow her. All of them are seen looking throughout the kitchen.
"No slime around, Lola." says Winslow.
"I see that. Cat, you did say it was on the table right?" asks Lola.
"Of course! Dog and I set it there." explains Cat.
"Uh, Cat. That's not how I remember it."
"Really?" inquires Lola, as she puts feathers underneath her chin in thought.
"Dog, I was there. I know what happened." insists Cat.
"And so was me!"
"Maybe it would help to hear more than one point of view. Dog, would you mind sharing yours?" encourages Lola.
"You mean it?"
"Go ahead!" states Lola.
"Hi ho diggety!" says an exuberant Dog. "Everything started out all hunky dory..."
Dog's narration drifts off, as a new scene appears. Dog looks exactly the same, however Cat is wearing a monocle, has a black top hat and is seen using gloves for hand wear. Dog is reading a comic book, which Cat snatches out of his brother's hands.
"Honestly, Dog, why must you read such rubbish?" asks Cat, in a stuffy British accent.
"It's not garbage! Paper's recyclable!" replies Dog.
"You know exactly what I meant. You cannot expand your mind reading such filth as this."
"Can so! It's educationimal!" claims Dog.
"Such folly. That is not even a word." replies Cat.
"You seem testy. Maybe you should take a cat nap." states Dog, letting out his signature throaty laugh after making the joke.
"Amusing pun, but fortunately I am not exhausted."
"Too bad, we could use a break from you!" laughs Winslow, watching the two on the stairs.
CatDog get off the couch, as Cat approaches Winslow on the steps.
"I refuse to give into such childish impertinence. I demand a genuine apology written in triplicate." says Cat.
"Yeesh, you got one stick up your a-" Winslow is cut off by Cat taking off one of his gloves, slapping him across the face.
"Does your nose bleed at that high of an altitude?" asks Winslow.
Three loud knocks are heard seconds after Winslow's comment.
"Butler, would you open the door? It is impolite to have our guests wait outside." states Cat.
"You're funny, Cat! You know I'm your brother, not your butler!"
Just as Dog is ready to open the door, Cliff's foot kicks it down, flattening CatDog like a pancake. Winslow helps the duo get back up.
Winslow and CatDog see The Greasers, and stare in awe. All three of them have on different clothing: Cliff is simply wearing black tights while retaining his leather jacket. Shriek's attire follows a black color scheme, consisting of a t-shirt, gloves and boots with a skirt. She also wears black sunglasses. Finally, Lube is wearing a tattered t-shirt, brown mask and has a sock puppet on his left hand.
Cliff chugs a soda bottle all in one go, burping afterward. He notices Winslow and CatDog staring. "Take a picture, it'll last longer."
"Sorry, me and Cat don't own a camera." responds Dog.
"Hey, I don't blame ya. If youse were as buff and good looking as me, I'd stare too." states Cliff.
"Young man, we were staring because your hairy chest is on full display. How disgusting!" opines Cat.
"Do you know who you're talking to?" asks Shriek. "We're the GPY!"
"Greasers Pounding... uh... um... it's on the top of my tongue..." Lube trails off, and then puts his sock puppet in his ear. "Oh, right! Ya!"
Shriek approaches Cat. "You wouldn't hit a girl, would ya?"
"Perish the thought! I refuse to engage in such violent behavior-"
Cat is interrupted by Shriek punching him, giving Cat a black eye.
"We have no time for this foolishness. Now, here is a coupon for the local clothing store. Perhaps you and your little crew will improve once wearing actual garments."
"How dare youse talk to us like that!" shouts Cliff. "If you keep pushing my buttons, I'll push yours! Catch my drift, stuffy bags?" Cliff lightly bonks Cat in the head with his empty soda bottle.
"Well, I never! You hooligans are becoming quite the nuisance! I suggest you leave my domicile, post haste!" insists Cat.
"Let me tell you something, Catbutt. Youse need to be knocked down a peg. Get ready to pack some humble pies with ya, because me and the GPY are gonna pounds youse into another universe! And that's the bottom line, 'cause Cliff said so!"
Dog sweats in fear. "Cat's just joshing ya, Cliff! He wouldn't dream of throwing you out the house!"
"Too late! Prepare for a little three on two action!" states Shriek.
Suddenly, the entire living room becomes a wrestling ring.
"Perfect! I get the best seats in the house." Winslow chuckles, laying down in the front row eating popcorn. He then rings the bell to indicate the match has begun.
"Cat, what are we gonna do?" asks Dog.
"Do not worry, butler. We will give those three what I like to call, the silent treatment." assures Cat.
"But if we don't fight back, our butts are gonna get kicked!" Dog then ponders for a minute. "Do we even have butts?"
"We mustn't get sidetracked by arbitrary thinking. Trust me when I say we will make it out unscathed."
Dog shrugs. "Okay, Cat. If you say so."
Cliff climbs up the ropes, and at first shows off by walking on his tip toes. However, he follows this up by using the ropes to jump.
"Headbutt!" screams Cliff.
His backside then falls right on top of Cat's face.
"Cat, are you okay?" asks Dog.
"Indubitably, old chap. I just need a spot of tea and I'll be fine." Cat then becomes unconscious.
"Who's next?" yells Shriek, as she approaches Dog. Shriek proceeds to pull on Dog's ears.
"Ow, ow!" whines Dog.
Shriek whispers to Dog, "You're sellin' like a champ! Keep cryin' and I'll let you go."
"What?" shouts Dog, unable to hear anything.
Dog then tries running for his life, which causes Shriek to unintentionally ride him like a horse. Both Dog and Shriek scream as he keeps trying to knock her off.
"Lube!" yells Shriek.
"Yeah?" asks Lube.
"Ain't you gonna help me here?" inquires Shriek.
"All you had to do was ask." Lube rushes over to Dog, and puts his sock puppet hand in the latter's mouth. "Corkscrew choke!"
Dog struggles to get Lube's hand out of his mouth, as Lube badly sings a lullaby. "Hush, little puppy. Don't say a word. Lube's gonna buy you a diamond bird. And if that bird don't sparkle, Lube's gonna have it blind you instead."
Just as Dog seems to be drifting off to sleep, he suddenly gets motivation. He grabs Lube by the arm, throwing him up a stage light. It explodes after Lube gets stuck.
A dazed Lube is using his sock puppet to talk with. "Have a nice day."
"You're gonna pay for that." Shriek sticks a finger in her mouth, moving it around for a few seconds before taking it out. "Wet Willie wrangle!"
Shriek dashes towards Dog, who reverses the move and gives Shriek a taste of her own medicine. This causes her to scream.
With Shriek distracted, Dog gives Shriek another ride before flinging her out of the ring. She lands face first in Winslow's popcorn.
"Watch it, Xena! I paid hard earned money for this corn!"
Angered, Shriek gives Winslow an uppercut, causing him to fly up in the air.
"Aw, nuts!" shouts Winslow, the latter word echoing.
Dog celebrates, however Cliff approaches him.
"Did youse forget about me?" Cliff grabs Dog by his neck. "Say goodnight, Dogheinie!"
"Okay. Goodnight, Cliff."
Cliff chuckles. "That's more like it."
Before Cliff knows it, Dog begins to run around in circles, with his and Cat's body progressively becoming tight around Cliff's, in a similar vein to a boa constrictor. Cliff's face turns purple, signifying he can't breathe.
"Twisty twirly!" announces Dog. Cliff passes out seconds later.
Dog's narrating is heard, as the scene returns to the present day. "And that's how Cat and I saved the snails!" Dog says with a smile.
"Uh, Dog."
"Yes, Lola?" inquires Dog.
"Esteban and Dolores are slugs, not snails." corrects Lula.
"Oh."
"And you didn't even mention them in your story!" shouts Lola, in Dog's face.
"Whoops! I guess I didn't. Wait, wait! It's all coming back to me now."
Back to Dog's story, Cat wakes up from his groggy state.
"Butler, take these specimens to the kitchen. They must be traumatized from witnessing all this tomfoolery." instructs Cat.
"Righty-o, Cat!" salutes Dog, who places the slugs in the sink. His story then ends.
Back to reality, Cat looks at Dog. "I don't know who that cat was in the story, but it wasn't me."
"Are you kidding? The spitting image of ya!" says Winslow.
"Do I sound like I have a British accent to you?"
"You did do that impression at my birthday party a while ago." comments Lola.
"My point is, Dog greatly exaggerated my mannerisms." insists Cat.
Dog is shown drinking from a cup.
"Would it kill you to use a coaster?" Cat grabs a coaster out of hammerspace. "Accident waiting to happen."
"Sorry, Cat." Dog continues drinking from a straw, before burping in his brother's face.
"Quit your whining, Cat! It's me that should be complainin'!" says Winslow.
"What are you talking about?" asks Cat.
"Both of you are such liars. None of you were even close about what really happened." insists Winslow.
"Is that so? Tell me more, por favor." states Lola.
"Certainly, Lola! Here's how it really went down..."
The scene changes to show CatDog looking as they always do... before Winslow leaves his mouse hole, destroying it in the process. Winslow is not only taller than CatDog, but also has a lot of muscle mass.
"Well, if it ain't my favorite bicranial quadrapeds!" states a cheerful Winslow.
CatDog rush over to Winslow, as Dog's lips quiver and Cat is seen crying.
"What's the matter with you two?" inquires Winslow.
"Oh, Winslow! We need your help!" pleads Cat.
"The slugs are too much for us! You gotta tell us what to do!" states Dog.
"So, you want my help, eh? Good thing I got a heart of gold. No, really! I got an artificial one."
"Thank you, Winslow! You are a saint among saints!" Cat bows in front of Winslow.
"What would we do without you?" Dog follows Cat's lead. "We wouldn't do it as great as you anyways."
"Aw, stop it! You're embarrassin' me, Dog!" says Winslow.
"Dog's right. You're the best cook in the house, a paragon of honesty, and everyone knows you're the most stylish person in all of Nearburg!" exclaims Cat.
"And don't you forget it!"
Unexpectedly, Cliff destroys CatDog's door, revealing he brought along Lube and Shriek.
"Hey, Lube! What time is it?" inquires Cliff.
"Oh, it's uh... a quarter to 11:00." states Lube, looking at his watch.
"I'll take over from here, Lube. It's... poundin' time!" shouts Shriek.
"The little lady's right on the money." says Cliff.
Lube is surprised. "She is? I've never seen her on a dollar bill before."
Winslow approaches Cliff, with an angered expression. CatDog retreat up to their bedroom in fear.
"Who do you think you are?" asks Winslow.
"I'd like to ask you the same question, you dirty rat." Cliff proceeds to push Winslow.
"You dare disrespect me? I ain't no jester, bub. I'm the king around here!" Winslow responds by giving Cliff a firm push to the ground.
A fearful Cliff looks up at Winslow, who asks "Now, I assume there won't be any more problems?"
"Yes, sir!"
Winslow raises an eyebrow.
"Uh, I mean, majesty! King! Whatever term of address youse prefer!" cowers Cliff.
"That's Mr. Oddfellow to you, Feltbottom."
"Cliff! Don't let rat boy dominate you!" yells Shriek, who proceeds to punch Winslow's abs. However, this simply causes her hand to disintegrate and become dust.
"No! Sally, Sue, Marie, and Rebecca! My girls!" Shriek weeps for the loss of her fingers.
"Don't worry, Shriek. I, uh... got this." says a hesitant Lube.
Lube tries to climb up Winslow's back, attempting to choke him. However, Winslow simply uses his strength to throw him off. This sends Lube flying through the ceiling and outside in the atmosphere.
"Wee! This is fun!"
However, gravity sets in as Lube starts falling down.
"Down I go."
He crashes back into CatDog's living room, leaving the house a wreck.
Shriek tries collecting the remnants of her fingers with her other hand, while Cliff grabs a dazed Lube.
"Let's get outta here!" shouts Cliff, with his fellow Greasers following Cliff outside the entryway.
Winslow puts the slugs in the kitchen cabinet. He then returns to the living room, fixing the hole in the ceiling all the while. With the coast clear, CatDog return to the kitchen.
"Are they gone?" asks Dog.
"Of course they are! Those puppies ain't no match for me!" states a confident Winslow.
"Winslow! You're a hero among heroes!" opines Cat.
"Yeah, I guess you're right." Winslow looks into a hand mirror while saying this.
"Three cheers for the greatest Nearburgian in town! Hip, hip!" yells Dog.
"Winslow's the best!" adds Cat.
"Hip hip!" Dog repeats himself.
"Winslow's the best!"
"Hip hip!"
"Winslow's the best!" says Cat one final time.
With that, Winslow's side of the story ends as the scene returns to the kitchen. Winslow has a content grin on his face.
"That's how yours truly saved the day."
"Ludicrous! Even Dog's story was closer to reality!" protests Cat.
Winslow then approaches Lola. "Poor guy, he's so in denial. The truth really does hurt!"
"I agree with Cat! You're not taller than us! At least, I don't think so." claims Dog.
"Oh, yeah? Since when did we have a wrestling ring?" retorts Winslow.
"And I am not stuffy!" insists Cat.
Cat, Dog, and Winslow all speak over each other, trying to assert their story is the correct one. This leads to Lola whistling with her feathers to get the trio's attention.
"All of your stories are very different. But there are some commonalities. For one thing, The Greasers showed up in all three versions, and the slugs ended up in the kitchen every time. That means somewhere, in this kitchen, are my slugs."
"I don't see 'em in the sink." says Dog, looking in there.
"We already checked the table, and they're nowhere to be seen on the counter top." states Cat.
Winslow looks inside a cabinet. "Nope. Not in here, either!"
As Lola continues searching, she finds the slugs inside the oven. "Esteban! Dolores!" However, her smile turns into sadness when she realizes neither of them are moving. "My slugs. They're... gone." Lola is in shock.
"I'm so sorry, Lola." says Cat, putting his hand on her shoulder.
"We really failed as slug sitters today." frowns Dog, who begins to cry.
"How'd they get inside the oven anyways?" inquires Winslow.
"Well, I didn't put them in there." claims Cat.
"Me neither!" adds Dog.
"What are you lookin' at me for? How am I supposed to know?" asks Winslow.
Lola thinks for a moment. "I think... I'm beginning to figure it out. You all wanted to save Esteban and Dolores from The Greasers, which I appreciate. But..."
Lola begins to narrate. The scene changes to show Cat near the kitchen table. "Cat, just as he remembered, placed them on the kitchen table." It morphs to show Dog looking at the slugs. "Then, while Cat was busy dealing with The Greasers, Dog moved the slugs from the table to the sink."
Dog interrupts Lola. "I felt they needed more sunshine!"
Back to Lola's narration, the next scene is Winslow taking the jar of slugs out of the sink. "Enter Winslow, who decided to put them inside the stove."
"Slander! I did not! I swears, I put them in the cabinet!" claims Winslow.
"Let me finish. You mistook the stove for the cabinet. And so, my poor slugs suffocated from the lack of oxygen."
"Oxy-what?" asks Dog.
"They stopped breathing." explains Lola.
"Winslow!" scolds Cat.
"None of this makes sense! The cabinet's always right next to the kitchen table!" claims Winslow.
"No, that's the stove, Winslow. The cabinets are under the sink." explains Cat.
"Heh heh. Whoops!" Winslow shrugs at his blunder.
"Now my beloved slugs are gone because of you, estupido! You make me so mad I could just..." Lola loses her patience, as she begins pecking at Winslow.
Winslow runs away, while Lola follows him. "Ouch! Oof! Hey, watch the nose! I need it to smell, ya know!"
Still in the kitchen, Cat and Dog reflect on their day.
"Hey! For once, it's not our fault Dog!"
"Yeah! What a happy ending!" states a cheery Dog.
"Uh, Dog."
Dog realizes the implication of what he just said. "Oops!"
Lola then flies back into the kitchen.
"I heard that, Dog!" Lola tries pecking at CatDog. Dog uses his hands to protect himself, while Cat ducks.
"Terrific." Cat says sarcastically.
"I wonder if they really do taste like bananas." ponders Dog.
Cat gives Dog the stink eye, as the episode irises out on his face.