Pup Star Page #3

- He's a dummy, that one.

Please. Please, don't. Don't hurt me.

Don't hurt me. I'm sorry.

Let's see him roll over.

Roll over.

You big chicken.

- Good boy.

- I'm just messing with you.

Come on. I'm a bounty hunter.

It's what I do.

What's the price?

Who's the target?

It's an old friend

of yours, Kano.

- Charlie.

- Charlie.

I still owe him a thank you.

You know what they say,

an eye for an eye.

- What's the take?

- Fifty bags of Evolution Dog Biscuits.

And you can have the

bounty on Charlie.

I'm just interested in the

Yorkie that he's with.

Why?

Uh, you know, for a friend.

She's useless to you. But

she has to be unharmed.

Okay, as long as she doesn't

get between me and Charlie,

I think she'll be just fine.

Good morning, Mr. Charlie.

Did you sleep well?

Other than that

racket last night.

It's called singing.

Lou's mom sang that

song to us before bed.

I decided I have to go to New

York City and win Pup Star

in memory of my girl, Lou.

It was our dream together.

Pup Star, huh? You got

stars in your eyes, pup.

It ain't all it's

cracked up to be.

Dogs lie, cheat, and steal.

The quicker you learn we're

all alone, the better.

- Are you hungry, Lou?

- No thanks, Ida.

Great. Thanks, Pete.

Did you find Tiny?

Not yet. That was just work.

I talked to my partner.

I told him I had a family emergency

and I needed to take some time off.

So... I was thinking we could

look for Tiny together.

Mm.

- What do you want?

- Bad news. He got out.

You said that wouldn't happen.

Human error.

You double the bounty, I'll

take care of him myself.

He won't get near you.

Whatever it takes.

Just get it done.

Where are we now?

My guess by the looks of it,

the outskirts of New Orleans.

New Orleans? The

birthplace of jazz?

Are we gonna hear some jazz, Mr.

Charlie?

We? We aren't going

anywhere together.

But I... I don't

have anyone anymore.

I'm not your puppy-sitter.

I'm like a rolling bone.

I walk alone.

Don't look back, don't look back.

She's gonna be doing that face.

It's like a Jedi mind trick.

Oh, Charlie, you're

such a sucker.

All right, all right.

You can tag along with me for a bit

until we figure something out.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Charlie.

On one condition, no more crying

and no more asking for things

while you're doing that

puppy-dog eyes routine.

That's actually two conditions. But okay.

You won't regret this.

I already do.

Psst. You there. Lassie.

Are you talking to me?

Of course I am. If your

dog's gone missing,

well, then, surely that dogcatcher

Roland had something to do with it.

But why?

Are you daft? So he can collect

the reward, of course.

You'll find her at Happy Ranch.

You did not hear it from me, though.

Good luck to you, lass.

- Dad, Ida.

- What, honey?

Mr. Charlie, are we going

to see your family?

I told you, pup, I

don't do family.

There it is.

That's right.

Well, look what the

dog done dragged in.

Good to see you, Charlie.

Y'all hungry?

How about some of my ribs?

No thanks, Angus. Just

looking for Big Ears.

Oh. There he is over yonder

stage, right where he always is.

Always lead my heart astray

Let the good times roll, baby.

There's something about you, baby

Oh!

Lead my heart astray

Yeah. Yeah.

Well, thank you, thank

you, thank you.

You're listening to the musical

stylings of the Hound Dog Diggities.

And of course, y'all

know who I am.

I'm Big Ears, baby.

Now, I'd know that

scent anywhere.

Could it be?

You still got it.

The most soulful voice

in all of New Orleans.

Charlie? Hot diggity dog.

What you doing back

in the Big Easy?

When Big Ears sends a howl,

heh, what else am I to do?

Who's that you got with you?

I'm Tiny.

That sure sounded great, Mr.

Big Ears.

She's not really with me. She got

caught up in my, uh, travel.

Don't you mean escape?

Escape, huh? Well, where

you heading to, young pup?

I'm supposed to be on Pup Star.

Pup Star, you don't say.

You think you got the soul

to be on Pup Star, Tiny?

I think so, Mr. Big Ears.

Tiny, have you ever

really been sad?

I am now.

My girl went to heaven, and...

And it's all my fault.

Then you need to channel that emotion.

Come on up here.

- Show Big Ears what you got.

- He gonna teach you the blues.

The hound dog blues that is.

Had the blues so long

My blue sky turned to gray

I haven't felt the sun

Since you went astray

My tail ain't wagging

And you're the reason why

My tail ain't wagging

You're the reason why

I'm gonna get some wings

I'm gonna learn to fly

Gonna find a new place

Where there's blue, blue sky

Now, come on. Let me hear

what you can do with this.

Had the blues so long

Come on, now.

My blue sky turned to gray

You're getting there.

Haven't felt the sun

Mm-hm.

Since you went away

Wait, wait, wait. Come on now, deeper.

From your soul, sister.

Tell your story.

Since I lost my girl

Now you're getting it.

- My blue sky turned to gray

- Mm-hm.

It's a lonely world

When your best friend's gone away

- Hey!

- My tail ain't wagging

And she's the reason why

Ha!

- I'm gonna get me some wings

- Get your wings, girl.

- Gonna learn how to fly

- Take off.

Gonna find my way back home

- Where there's blue, blue sky

- Blue sky

That wasn't half bad.

All right, let's give it up

for our special guest, Tiny.

Kind of reminds me of

someone else I once taught.

Well, come on, cats. The cool

kind, not the feline kind.

It's time for this old dog to head down

to the doghouse and catch some Z's.

- I'll see you tomorrow, boys.

- Good show, Big E, as always.

- Yeah.

- That was so good.

Last night in Minneapolis, the dog

that makes you want to dance,

Furrell.

I like to keep it tight

Don't let the fleas bite

I like to keep it fresh

Like dog breath

Hello?

You gonna get that?

Dad, it's Tiny's collar.

All right, guys, stand back.

Okay.

- Oh, my God. Dad, are you okay?

- Yes.

Mr. Steven, there's always

a key under the mat.

- What?

- Oh.

That's right, poochy. We gonna

see you in the Big Apple.

See? Here it is.

Shh, shh. Roland's back.

Tiny?

Tiny.

Namaste.

How can we be of service

in helping you?

If you're looking for Roland,

uh, we have no idea.

If you're looking for a dog,

however, I'd recommend me,

unless best-in-show

isn't your type.

I'm looking for Tiny.

She's a Yorkie.

Yes, Tiny. Cute little

pup, sings like a Shiva.

That's her.

She hopped on a train with a

grouchy old dog named Charlie.

Very upset because her

girl, Lou, is gone.

But I'm Lou. I'm okay.

You're alive?

Oh, dear Vishnu.

What train? Where to?

Charlie mentioned a friend with

the great big ears of Ganesh.

Somewhere, uh, big. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Big and easy.

Big and easy.

- New Orleans?

- And Tiny went with him?

- Okay, come on, guys.

- We have to go.

No, no, no, don't go, don't go.

I can sing. I can dance.

I can recite poetry.

- Don't go. Hey, come on, turn around.

- Do not leave us, we beg.

Dad.

We can't just leave them.

We are the mostest alone.

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