[narrator]We now return
to thePink Panther And Sons. [Pinky] Better let me
keep the rhythm, Panky. You just keep your diaper up. Hey, what’s all the drag
on my tail, Panky? [cooing] Yeah, he’s kinda cute,
all right. Maybe Dad will get him
for your birthday. Happy birthday, kiddo. [cooing] Great gift, Dad. Now all we need is a name
for this wild little guy. [barking] Hey, how about Wildfire? [Pinky] Come back here. [sobbing] Don’t cry, kiddo. I’ll get your puppy back,
I promise. [Pinky] First, we put up
reward signs all over
the neighborhood. Now, we’re getting
the Rainbow Panthers to help us look for Wildfire. Better cover
your ears, Panky. [Pinky playing trumpet] Glad you could make it,
Rainbow Panthers. We need your help. Later, Panky.
I’m telling the Panthers
what happened. You see, Panky’s
new pup ran away,
and we’ve gotta find him. Look. [Pinky] That’s him, Panky. Wildfire, come back! Step it– Stoop it–
Stop in your tracks, pooch. [tires screeching] Oh, what do you know? Those panthers have gone
to the dogs. [laughs] What’re you laughing
at, big boy? There’s a reward
for that pup. Money on the mutt, huh? Then let’s move out
and cash in. [laughs] [dog snarling] [crying] Relax, kiddo. He’s just
on the other side of that– Bulldog! [growling] That big bulldog
is bad news. I wouldn’t wanna go
15 rounds with him. Appearances can be deceiving. I am confident
I can work my whiles upon his gentler sensibilities, and persuade him
to surrender said
infant canine to me. Say what? [Pinky] She means she’s
gonna sweet-talk the bulldog
into giving her the pup. [Chatta] Coochie-coochie-coo! -Nice big doggie woggie.
-[growling] Let Chatta have little
puppy wuppy. [barking] Here’s where immediate
assistance is necessitated. In other words, help! So much for
the direct approach. Let’s huddle on plan B. Now’s our chance to tell
Finko about all this. [Howl] Hey, Finko. We got some hot news. Tell me from there. Stay back. [crashes] Don’t you guys
ever use brakes? Panky lost his new puppy, and the panthers will pay
a big reward to get him back. Reward? As in money? Now you’re talking
my language, Howl. There’s just one problem. A super jaws bulldog
is guarding the puppy. That’s no problem. Let Pinky and the Panthers
take care of the bulldog. We’ll get the pup, and Pinky will have
to come across with some handsome ransom. Brilliant. How come I didn’t
think of that? Because I got the brains
and you’re a total airhead. Your computer-controlled
cat works perfectly, Annie. Nothing to it. Just a simple combination
of some micro chips and an old video joystick. That ought to put
the bulldog down for the count. Okay, here’s the plan. Annie runs her compu-cat
past the bulldog. Then when he chases it,
I go in to get Wildfire. Unless I get him first.
[laughs] Okay, compu-cat. Do your stuff. -[Panky crying]
-Don’t cry, kiddo. Now we’ll get your doggie back. [growls] [Punkin] Oh, boy,
it’s working like an arm. Um, farm– No, it’s
working like a charm. [Pinky] Right, Punkin. And it’s now or never. [Howl] Make that never, Pinky. Howl, give me that pup. I got him, and now,
I’m gonna get my reward. -[bulldog growls]
-Uh-oh. [barking] Yow! That bulldog sure KO’d Howl. Yeah, and ruined my chance
to get Wildfire. [crying] Wildfire. [Pinky] Don’t cry, kiddo.
I’ll think of something. Oh, maybe Annie should
build another pussycat. Copy ca– No, compu-cat. No way, Punkin.
I’m fresh out of parts. I’ve got it.
Listen, Panthers. You got scared off
by a doggie? What are you, Howl?
A lion or a mouse? Give me a minute
on that one. Forget it. -Now take this steak…
-Ooh, thanks. It’s not for you, lowlife. It’s to lure the puppy
into this. Oh, I get it. Just get the puppy. Right. Your proposed masquerade
as a canine is a dubious
proposition at best, Pinky. [Pinky] Meaning? Meaning, I don’t think you’ll
fool that bulldog with
that silly dog suit. Relax, Chatta. At least I’ll get
close enough to grab Wildfire. Woof, woof. Woof, woof, woof. Uh-oh. Pinky’s disguise
is working too well. The bulldog won’t
let him leave. Now’s my chance
to grab the mutt. -Howl, that’s our pup.
-Oops. [Rocko] That was
a low blow, Howl. You want this pooch,
you pay some loot.
[laughs] [crying] My Wildfire. Don’t cry, Panky.
We’re not whipped yet. Worked, Finko. Yeah. [chuckles] Sometimes, my brilliance
amazes even me. [chuckles] Now let’s return him
to the Panthers
and collect the cash. Return him? I can get twice as much
as they can pay. Come on. Oh, Daddy. Isn’t he cute?
Can I have him? Oh, he’s a real steal, mister. Only 100 bucks. We’ll take him. And now, to enjoy the fruits
of my Finko-ring. What about my share, Finko? Oh, of course.
Here’s a dollar. [Pinky] All right, Finko. Hand over Panky’s puppy. Or else… Sorry, Pinky.
You’re too late. I just sold him
to a higher bidder. [crying] I see him, Panky.
Hang on. Hey, wait, mister. We’ll take a shortcut. Over this fence. Or under it. Hold it, mister.
That’s our dog. Oops. [barking] [girl] My dog! [cooing] Well, I’m afraid
it really is his dog. And I’m afraid
I don’t understand. It’s a long story. You better let me
tell it, Panky. That darn video button took
every cent I got for that pup. Not every cent, Finko.
I still got my dollar. You mean, my dollar.
[laughs] That’s my dollar. And you owe me $99 more
for selling me a dog
that wasn’t yours. It sure was nice of that man to let us mow his lawn
to work off the money. [Finko] Nice? He’s got five acres
of jungle here. [coughs] Well, Panky, uh, it looks like Finko
and Howl are gonna have
a lawn, lawn day. [laughs] Get it, Panky? Lawn? [giggles]