Go, dog, go!
Do you like...
Fast rides in a city of dogs?
Do you like...
Fast friends always lending a paw?
Do you like...
Cars, blimps, boats, bikes and trikes
Just being awesome?
Welcome to Pawston
Go, go, go, go, go, dog, go!
-Hey, go... -Go, go, go, go, go, dog, go!
And do we really wanna stop?
No, no, no
-So, just, go, go, go, go, go-go-go -Go, dog, go
Go, dog, go!
Hi, Gerald.
Sorry. I'm just excited.
I'm expecting a package.
Must be an important package.
Hold these.
That's not it.
Not this one. No.
-Okay. -That's it!
That's the Super Honk 3000.
Say what now?
It's a new horn for my scooter. It makes the most beautiful sound ever.
Does it sound like crisp mail being dropped into a mailbox?
Or an envelope opening? Or a stamp being licked?
Nope, even better. I can't wait to show Mom.
Nothing's more beautiful than mail.
Mom, I got my new scooter horn.
That's great, Tag.
No. Mom, are you sick?
Me? Sick? No, no. I can't be.
It's my day off from the blimp and I've got lots to do.
No way. You're staying in bed.
If I'm in bed, nothing gets done.
What if I do your mom jobs? I can be you for a day.
But what about your scooter horn?
It can wait.
When I'm sick, you tell me I need to slow down to get better,
so you need to do that too, young lady.
Thank you, Tag.
So, what can I help with first?
Can you help Paw with breakfast?
He always pooches the eggs and I always butter the toast.
Consider that bread buttered.
And here.
If you need anything, you can ring this little bell.
Thanks, Tag.
Can I have a cup of juice, please?
Barkers, important announcement.
Mom is sick in bed, so today, I am Mom.
Why do you get to be Mom?
Yeah. We're older.
Well, if you wanna split up all of Mom's jobs, we can do that.
You can be Mom.
Fine by me.
Paw, I'm reporting for toast duty.
I already started.
I figured I'd stay home from work and help out.
No way. I can handle it.
Pooched eggs with buttered toast is served.
Mom usually cuts my crusts.
Mom knows I prefer extra crust.
-Thanks, Tag. -Thanks, Tag.
See, Paw? I got this under control.
Mom's juice!
Thank you, Tag.
I'm feeling much better.
You should go install your new scooter horn.
I don't think so, Mom. Now hand over that list of jobs.
Okay.
"Fix the leaky faucet, sweep up the fur, and feed Yip."
I'm on it.
Could you bring me some toast, please?
Faucet...leaky no more.
Hallway, furry no more.
Yeah!
There's fur everywhere. Someone might wanna clean that up.
Okay, now faucet leaky no more.
Come on, Yip, just one bite.
I don't know how to fix a sink.
I fix cars. What do I do?
It's worth a shot.
Success.
Now it's your turn.
The toast.
Mom, I need help.
Gilber, Mom's sick.
Mom, can you help me?
Mom needs her rest, remember?
Thank you, Tag.
So anything you need Mom's help with, ask me.
I need help with my diorama for Tree Club.
I need to find my juggling balls.
Help me first.
-Me! Me! Me! -Me! Me! Me!
Guys!
As Mom would say...
Mom, what would you say?
One thing at a time.
Forest diorama finished.
What do you think?
I think it looks like a weird salad.
And you used way more glue than Mom does.
Tag, I have to do a presentation at Tree Club.
Don't worry.
You head to Tree Club and I'll drop this off after the glue dries,
because that's what Mom would do.
Thanks, Tag!
My turn.
Right, your lost juggling balls.
Hurry, Tag, the juggling competition starts soon,
and Mom always knows where to look.
Got one!
Got two!
Sorry, Green Bird.
Got three!
Problem solved.
But now I can't find my clown nose!
You're the best, Mom--
I mean, Tag.
They grow up so fast.
Here comes Spike's space rocket.
Yip, prepare for moon landing.
Wow. Being Mom is tough.
I need a little me time.
I wish I could install my new scooter horn.
Should've seen that coming.
Has Yip eaten yet?
Getting there.
Ish.
Good.
I just realized I forgot to make a salad for dinner.
Could you get the ingredients from the store and whip one up?
Salad. On it, Mom.
And don't forget to bring Yip.
Forget Yip?
Of course I wouldn't forget Yip.
Totally would've forgotten Yip.
Go, salad, go!
Okay, salad stuff.
Well, let us start with some lettuce.
Get it, Yip?
Yip?
Sorry, Lady Lydia.
Let's go, buddy.
Kibble croutons.
These would go great in my salad.
You may have them, if first you answer this. Do you--
Yep, great hat.
Sorry, Lady Lydia, gotta run.
How did she know what I was going to ask?
Salad? How hard could it be?
Get back here, Yip!
Hopefully it tastes better than it looks?
The diorama does kinda look like salad.
Mom-- Tag, my unicycle broke. It got jammed up with fur.
Someone really needs to sweep that hallway.
Can you drive me to the juggling competition?
I'm kinda busy, Cheddar Biscuit.
Well, you have to bring Gilber's diorama to the park.
Can't you just drop me off on the way?
All right, let's go.
Grab Yip.
I almost forgot Gilber's diorama.
Thanks for the ride, Tag-slash-Mom.
You're welcome, clowns. Good luck!
Do you have my forest diorama? It's my turn for show-and-tell.
Not to worry. I'm here with your--
Salad?
No. I brought the salad instead of your diorama.
This is a disaster!
Also, weird salad.
I can run home fast.
Be back soon.
It's all gonna be okay. Right, Yip?
Aw, you're finally gonna eat.
Wait, where did you get that?
Yip, that food was plugging the...
...faucet!
Now it's way too wet.
Being Mom is too hard.
I should just give up.
Moms don't give up.
What are you doing out of bed?
I feel much better, thanks to you.
Everything's a disaster!
I brought Gilber salad, Yip won't eat, the faucet...
One thing at a time, remember?
How'd you do that?
You're not the only fixer in the house.
You didn't even have to use glue.
This isn't my first diorama.
Thanks, Moms!
Only one thing left on the list.
The rocket is approaching the moon.
Psst. Try Mars.
He likes Mars.
But now, it's headed for Mars.
Coming in for a landing.
It worked!
Wow, Mom. You're amazing.
Thank you for all your help today, Tag.
But there's one thing we forgot.
No!
Did we forget to pick up Cheddar Biscuit?
I'm right here, Tag.
Mom, what did we forget?
Go look in the driveway.
My new scooter horn!
Thanks, Mom.
Excuse me.
Tag's scooter, comin' through!
-Is that a cat horn? -Sure is.
Since we're spending the day with Kit learning about cats,
I wanted to make my scooter a little more, you know, catty.
Neat.
I can't wait to learn what it's like to be a cat.
Neither can I. Or as cats would say...
Why'd you stop?
Why?
But also, why?
Frank, Beans.
Is everything okay?
If everything was okay, would we be shouting?
I can't stop shouting!
So, that's a "no"?
Look at our tree.
It's all scratched up.
What happened?
I'll ask the questions, thank you. Because I'm...
Detective Frank.
Frank, your eye is so big.
Why?
It's the magnifying glass, Beans. To examine clues.
Because Detective Frank will get to the bottom of this mystery.
Where were you five minutes ago?
We were at the Big Bowl Diner eating goat bran.
See? Scooch even has a little on his face still.
Checks out. Beans, are you writing these clues down?
No. But I can paint them.
Impressive.
Well, good luck, guys.
We don't need luck. We need clues.
All right. So we're done here?
You're free to go.
Hey, Frank, look! I got a big eye, too.
Cool horn.
Be down in a sec.
What was that?
That? That's purr-kour.
It's kinda my favourite way to get around.
I got you two something.
-You got us presents? -Sorta.
I tried to bury them, but cats aren't great diggers.
-What do they...? -How do you...?
They're cat ears. Go ahead, put 'em on.
I figured if you wanna know what it's like to be a cat,
you gotta look like a cat.
-Thanks, Kit. -Well, what are we waiting for?
Let's do cat stuff.
All right, hop in.
Let's go, dogs, go!
Nah, we don't need that.
Cats don't drive scooters. They travel by paw.
Go, cats, go.
Wait... up!
We made it.
I have to sit down.
This is the perfect spot to teach you two some cat basics.
Like purr-kour?
Not quite.
If you're gonna be a cat,
first, you gotta sound like a cat.
-Okay, say, "Me." -Me.
-Say, "Ow" -Ow.
Now put it together. "Meow."
Try it again.
Meow.
We'll work on it.
Beans, did you find any clues yet?
Not yet.
Well, then, look harder.
Looking harder hurts my face.
Beans, I found a clue.
Whoever scratched up our tree left this fur.
Hooray, Frank!
You brilliant detective, you.
It's just your fur.
Maybe we should ask some other dogs if they saw anything.
That could give us a clue.
That's a great idea!
I am so glad I thought of it.
Good thinking, Frank!
All right, cats,
you ready to learn how to pounce?
Watch this. First, creep along.
Then, pounce!
Now you two give it a try.
"First, creep along."
I creeped too fast.
I forgot to pounce.
Give it another shot.
But this time, picture the perfect tennis ball on the other side.
To catch it, you have to play it cool,
sneak up on it, and then...
I did it!
You're mine, invisible tennis ball.
I over-pounced.
Okay, Paw. I'm only gonna ask you this once.
Did you see anyone by our tree lately,
and if so, can you tell us what they look like?
Sure.
He was...
Hold on. Hold on.
I gotta get my paintbrush.
Well, he was kind of short.
And he had a long pointy nose.
And long floppy ears.
What are they saying?
He had scruffy yellow fur.
And he had a green collar and funny little glasses.
Is this the guy?
Yes.
This is most certainly the dog I saw by your tree.
Well, who is it?
We're on the lookout for this dog!
Beans, that's me.
All those dogs were describing me.
Why, yes!
I see you by the tree all the time.
So do I.
That's because I live there.
We need to keep looking.
Come on, Beans, let's go back to the tree.
The bad guy always returns to the scene of the crime.
If you wanna be a cat, you gotta learn how to climb.
Finally, something I can really do.
Come on, Scooch.
You got this.
I'm a bit of a scaredy cat when it comes to heights.
Just take your time.
I did it!
What a workout.
Climbing isn't for everyone.
But I think you're really gonna like the next activity, Scooch.
Kit, what are you doing?
Taking a catnap.
Yes! I'm so good at taking naps.
How about more climbing or pouncing or going fast?
The reason cats are able to do all that stuff
is because we take catnaps.
It recharges our energy.
I love being a cat.
Is the nap over yet?
I don't see any bad guys returning to the scene of the crime, Frank.
Neither do I.
We're never gonna solve this.
We talked to every dog in Pawston and nobody saw a thing.
We've talked to every dog except for me.
Maybe I did it!
What are you talking about, Beans?
It's all coming back to me now, Frank.
I was playing my violin,
even though I don't know how to play the violin,
when the alien spaceship landed on our tree,
and the aliens said, "Take me to your leader,"
but in alien language.
And I said...
...which in alien language means,
"Well, why don't we have a party instead?"
So then I brought the aliens to our tree
and we had a dance party. Hah.
But all the dancing must have made our tree really itchy,
because it said, "I'm really itchy," but in tree language.
So I said, "Shukka-shukka-shukka,"
which means, "Don't worry, Tree, I'll scratch you," in tree language.
And the tree said, "A little lower.
Yes, that's the spot."
So then I scratched the tree some more, and then that's how it happened.
It's the only explanation that makes sense.
See? That catnap gave me so much energy.
Me, too.
But I'll stick to walking.
And I'm going to show you my favourite cat thing of all
at the coolest, cattiest place in Pawston.
There are catty places in Pawston?
And this one is almost as cat-tastic as my favourite place in Meowbuquerque.
Here we are. The perfect tree for scratching.
Wait, Kit.
This isn't just any tree.
This is the tree where Frank and Beans live.
This is someone's house?
No. I had no idea.
I feel awful.
We solved the case.
Turns out Beans scratched the tree.
All the clues are there.
Beans, you didn't do it. Wait, are those aliens?
Yes. And they might come back and make me scratch up the tree again,
which is why I'm leaving forever.
Actually, I was the one who scratched up your tree.
I'm really sorry.
Back in Meowbuquerque, cats use trees as scratching posts.
Well, the good news is, you don't have to leave, Beans.
The bad news is, our tree is still scratched up.
I'll find a way to fix this.
You mean we'll find a way to fix this.
Yeah, cats stick together.
They're cats now?
What is happening around here?
What if we plant a new tree? It'll be ready in five years.
Or what if we turn the tree into a work of art?
Yeah!
All right, time to put those cat skills to the test.
Go, cats, go!
Paintbrush pounced!
Climbing to get more paint!
And now, I'll use my cat-like reflexes!
I look so dashing.
That's, "I like it," in Beans language.
Thanks, cats.
I guess I won't be doing any more scratching
till I get back to Meowbuquerque.
You might not have to wait that long.
Okay, Kit, you can open your eyes.
Is this what I think it is?
Go ahead. Give it a scratch.
Whoa.
This scratches like a dream.
Thank you both so much.
And thanks for letting us be cats with you.
It was fun.
And as cats say...
Maybe next time.