Pup Star Page #4

And, personally, in a

hurry for some curry.

I think I'm gonna regret this.

We are totally road-tripping.

Tripping.

Oh, drive me to some barbecue

sauce, will you, pal?

This will prove to be an exceptional

scene in my Bollywood biopic.

I have never felt so alive.

Mr. Big Ears, if you can't see, how

do you know where you're going?

Well, you know us bloodhounds,

we all nose and ears.

We're gonna have to

go one at a time.

See, it's a booby

trap for intruders.

These docks can get pretty

darn rough at night.

Follow me.

Welcome to my crib.

Make yourselves at home.

Good night, Mr. Charlie and Mr.

Big Ears.

Don't let the flea bugs bite.

Oh, you just had to bring

that up again, didn't you?

Ah! Oof.

Good night, Lou. I miss you.

I'm sure you heard by now. Pup

Star has made Bark a huge success.

It makes me growl every time

I hear him sing my songs.

Have you talked to her?

Who? Emily-Rose?

She's sick. The vets say she

doesn't have much time.

- Oh, no.

- You know she'd never burden you.

- Where is she?

- She's in Nashville.

Hold up. I found them.

I don't smell anything,

except fish.

I can't wait to see Charlie's

goofy face when he opens his eyes

and sees me standing over him.

Hmm?

Wake up, we got company.

Huh? I'll check it out.

Just remember, that Yorkie's

worth 10 G's to me.

Roland.

And he's with Kano the bounty hunter?

I gotta get out of here.

Don't worry, Charlie. Big

Ears always has a plan B.

I owe you one, Big Ears.

- After you.

- Humans first.

Wait for the splash.

Follow the river as far as you

can until you hit the bridge.

Good luck in Nashville.

- All right, let's go.

- You want me to come with you?

I got no choice. They're after you, too.

Come on, pup.

But what about you?

Don't worry about me.

I'll hold them off.

Thank you, Mr. Big Ears.

Just stand up, you imbecile.

Mr. Charlie, wait up.

Howdy, boys.

To what do I owe the

pleasure of your visit?

Charlie.

Where's the Yorkie?

Where are we going, Mr. Charlie?

There's our ride. Up you go.

Whoa.

I'm P-Diggy, wonder mutt

But you already know

I steal your lunch

I steal your heart

Then I steal the show

I represent the Motor City...

Now, that's a stack.

Maple syrup, please.

Way back to the front row

I run this rap game

I'm going off the chain

What kind of establishment

doesn't have a basic curry?

P-Diggy what?

P-Diggy ruff

Yo, dog.

Digging the rhymes

you throw down.

Man, for a little dog, you

pack a powerful punch.

I have to ask, been bugging me all day.

What does the P stand for?

"Puppy."

Well, hot diggity

dog, Puppy Diggy.

Y'all just got yourself

a golden bone.

- Where are we, Mr. Charlie?

- This is where we get off.

Why are they after you, Mr.

Charlie?

It's complicated. It's

best you don't know.

Why are we going to Nashville?

What is this, 20 Questions?

I love 20 Questions.

Okay, I'll go first. Is

Nashville where you're from?

Someone you care about is there?

That will qualify as one

question with a follow-up.

Nope. And why?

Wait, that's not how

20 Questions works.

First, you can't just

give one-word answers,

and you can't answer a

question with a question.

Okay, your turn.

Why are you so nosy? Can

you ever stop talking?

The word is "inquisitive."

And I don't talk in my

sleep, as far as I know.

I think we just found

our next ride.

Hey, you. Is this your balloon?

We need a lift to Nashville.

The name's Murray.

Hay is what cows eat,

and ewe is a sheep.

Wind's up.

So, the only trip I'll be going

on is the one inside my mind.

Please, Mr. Murray, we have to

get to Nashville in a hurry.

Baboom! I recognize you.

You're Tiny from Pup Star.

Outrageous, man.

There they are.

Bummer. I'm sensing some negative

vibes coming your way, dudes.

You got that right, Einstein.

Can you help us, please?

Tiny, hop in the basket.

Old dude, untie the ropes.

Move over. Give me the wheel.

Look out, Mr. Charlie!

That was heavy.

Thanks for sticking your

neck out back there.

I got two rules to

balloon flying, okay?

Number one, stay in the basket.

Number two, heh,

have a groovy time.

Okay, we scour the area, see if

anyone has seen her, all right?

I got some beads in case

a parade breaks out.

Wait a minute. I

smell something.

You think you could help a

dog out with some barbecue?

Yup, I sure can.

You ever had any of my

double-smoked honey-barbecue ribs?

Oh, that is music to my ears.

Come on, then.

Follow me in here.

Call me crazy, but the one

with the very humongous ears

might be Big Ears.

Oh, barbecue, how

I've missed you.

Hey, cats, what's your trouble?

You looking for something?

I'm looking for my pup, Tiny. She's

lost with a dog named Charlie.

Tiny and Charlie are headed to Nashville

to find Emily-Rose right now,

but they got company

on their tails.

Let me guess. Roland?

And that bounty hunter, Kano.

Thank you, universe, for bringing these

two souls into my hot-air balloon.

Tiny is an amazing spirit, and I

am blessed to be in her presence.

The crotchety old dude seems

agitated, like he was playing fetch

- and the stick got caught in his butt.

- Hey.

We don't judge.

I know there is a big heart trapped

deep, mega deep inside somewhere.

- Amen.

- Amen.

- Thank you so much for your hospitality.

- Hey, my house is your house, anytime.

- Guys, we need to get going.

- Oh.

Hold on a second. I wanna

say goodbye to Angus.

Aw.

This here dog got

Creole in his bones.

Hey, maybe you stick around and see

how I make them ribs you like?

- Really? You mean it?

- Yeah, buddy.

You tell Tiny that I'll be

howling for her, you hear?

- Bye.

- Bye, Mr. Angus.

Thank you, Mr. Big Ears.

Hey, any friend of Charlie's

is a friend of mine.

Bye.

Hey, how about a drum circle?

Murray's my name and

bongos are my game.

I've never sang at a

drum circle before.

- Well, you got the beat?

- The beat?

Um...

I think so.

Every journey has to start somewhere

There's a rhythm

That will take you there

Find the beat that's within you

And stay in the groove

- This is ridiculous.

- Come on, Tiny.

- Every journey

- Every journey

- Has to start somewhere

- Has to start somewhere

- There's a rhythm

- There's a rhythm

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- What?

- Now, Tiny, you gotta find the pocket.

Here's group lesson numero uno.

It's like surfing

When you're catching a wave

You've got to time it just right

Or it slips away

Find the pocket, ride the tube

And stay in the groove

Come on, Tiny.

- Every journey has to start somewhere

- Every journey has to start somewhere

- There's a rhythm

- There's a rhythm

- That will take you there

- That will take you there

- Find your groovy attitude

- Find your groovy attitude

- And stay in the groove

- And stay in the groove

Over to you, daddy-o.

- Find the beat that's within you

- Find the beat that's within you

- And stay in the groove

- And stay in the groove

Outrageous, man.

Nashville.

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