# Three happy pets, one crazy goose
# It all went bad When the goose got loose
# Crazy times and that's the truth
# Boop, boop, be-doop, doop Doopedy, doop
# Prof's machine held a big surprise
# All the pets got trapped inside
# All of them got superised
# Boop, boop, be-doop, boop Boopedy-doop
# What is P Town going to do?
# Some other pets got souped up, too
# Watch out, she's coming through
# I'll get you, Pet Squad!
# Pet squad. #
Oops!
WHISTLING
- A-a-a-a-a-h-h-h! - Whoa!
Pet Squad to the res...cue.
Whoopsie.
Oh, no.
Not the Pet Squad.
Help! Help!
Caw!
Hand over the lady
and we might take you without a fight, Mother Goose.
Or then again, haw!
Oooh, ow!
Oh, you can have the old lady.
A-a-a-a-h-h-h!
Ouch-o!
Ow! Hey, what was that for?
See you, suckers! Ha-ha-ha!
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
- Big smile for the P Town Press. - Ooh, ooh, team photo!
Ah!
Pet Squad save the day again.
Such busy lives.
- Not lazing around like you, eh, Sheeba? - Miaow.
- Now, who's hungry? - Miaow.
HE BARKS
HE SQUEAKS
Well, my latest invention is sizzling in the pan -
exploding sausages.
Guaranteed tastier than an old remote, Bingo.
HE SQUEAKS
And the thief made off with the whole brontosaurus skeleton,
but he was caught on the museum security cameras.
Naughty Pet Squad.
Not well-behaved like my pets, eh, Sheeba?
BANG!
Oh, goody. The sausages sound nice and explody.
OK, that was not me.
But we saw you on TV. You can't argue with TV.
Looks like you went sleep-walkies last night
and we've got to sort it.
But I didn't do anything!
Come on, Dodgey. We're out of here.
HE WHIMPERS
SQUEAK! SQUEAK! SQUEAK!
I promise - it wasn't me!
Wahoo!
Sausage time! Pets?
A-a-a-a-a-a-h-h-h!
Woo-hoo-hoo!
Superisation is go, go, go.
Ha-ha-ha!
Hi-ya!
HE BURPS
- Wo-ho-ho-ho-ho! - Whoa!
I love fighting crime!
I hate fighting crime on an empty tummy.
We're not fighting a crime.
We'll find the bones and return them to the museum.
It's sort of a crime, Dodge. You stole them.
Pepe, stop!
He-he-he! Whoa!
For the kazillionth time, Sheeba - it wasn't me!
Hey! It's that lousy mutt who stole our dinosaur bones.
A-a-a-a-h-h-h!
You big bone thief!
Get out of here, go on! Get away, you mangy dog.
A-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
What a beautiful sight.
A-a-a-a-h-h-h!
Wilbur, Norman, take these bones away!
We're on it, ma'am.
SHE HUMS A TUNE
Who's a pretty boy, then?
Caw, caw!
It's me, Posey. Whose crackers?
Your crackers, Posey.
With my brains and your many looks, Posey...
..Pet Squad will soon be locked up in the pet-itentiary,
leaving me to rule over P Town
with a feathered vest. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Bow down to your future queen.
More!
Not until you've completed stage two of the plan.
You've got the Pet Squad fur. Get on with it!
Caw! All right, all right.
Caw! Caw!
Hi-ya!
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Oh, Posey.
I'm right hungry!
Hey, Sheeba, you're on telly.
And so, P Town residents are advised
to steer clear of these two feral pets
until they are brought to justice.
That was not me.
But we all saw it on TV.
You can't argue with TV. Right, Bingo?
- Right. - Wrong. Someone set us up.
We find the bones, we find out who's behind all of this.
So, get on it, Dodgey.
HE SNIFFS
Hey, Pepe. Follow that nose.
Whoa! Hey!
HE SNIFFS
There, that's what my nose was sniffing out.
Those bones are being dumped here by ducks, and you know what that means.
To Mother Goose's observatory?
All right, Posey.
Let's see how you got on with the final stage of my plan.
And so, for chewing up library books,
the third and final member of Pet Squad
is on P Town's most-wanted list.
Nice one, Posey.
Caw!
- Whose crackers? - Your crackers, Posey.
Caw! Thank you.
Now I get it.
That fur-snatching granny was a shape-changing parrot.
He disguised himself as me.
And me, then Bingo. For crackers!
Oh, crackers.
Bingo!
HE WHIMPERS
Crackers!
Oh, here they are.
P Town's most-wanted.
- You'll never get away with this. - Oh, I will. Ha-ha!
- If anyone objects to what I'm doing... - What?
I don't know what all the fuss is about these crackers. Squeak!
Caw! Posey's crackers!
C-a-a-a-a-w-w-w!
A-a-a-a-h-h-h! Squeak!
THUMP! CRASH!
Ow, ow, ow!
Get him off me! Squeak! Squeak!
How can we tell which is the real Bingo?
It's obviously me, I'm Bingo.
No, I'm Bingo, aren't I?
Heads up, Bingo. Sausages!
Sausages? About time! Where?
Posey, get them out of my sight!
Caw!
Yo, Big Face, whose crackers?
Huh?
Caw! Caw!
Caw! Who's a pretty boy, then?
I should have known better
than to put my faith in a cracker-crazy parrot.
Nobody impersonates Pet Squad and gets away with it. And as for you...
I'd love to stick around to see you guys humiliated further,
but I've got to go.
See you next time, Pet Squad!
Whoa! Whoa! A-a-a-a-h-h-h!
A-a-a-a-h-h-h!
And so the dinosaur bones were brought back to the museum
and the charges against Pet Squad dropped.
Caw! Who's a pretty boy, then?
Pet Squad saves the day again.
Well, I don't know about you, but all this TV is making me hungry.
Who's up for some delicious exploding sausages?
BANG!
Oh, sausages! Ha-ha!
HE BURPS
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