03x07 - Bigpaw, Big Problem/Captain Scooch and Scally-Tag

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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!

"Big Paw, Big Problem."

-Sam up ahead!
-I won't let that Whippet get away.

What a lovely day for a leisurely drive.

Whiskers. Red light.

Red light! That gives me an idea.

Hold on to your tails.

Now, Scooch!

I don't remember
there being a traffic light here.

There isn't! We needed to stop you.

To take a picture of your moustache.

And ask you some questions.

About your moustache.

Well, I'm always happy
to talk about my moustache.

Great! Because we're starting
our own newspaper!

It's called The Pawston Howler.

We're gonna tell
the real stories of Pawston,

all the things the dogs are howling about!

What a fantastic idea.
So is a story about my moustache.

Look sharp now, Stassius.

And done.

Nice newspaper.

Thanks, Paw. We just finished a story
about Sam Whippet's moustache.

I wrote a story about Pawston's
best place to pounce.

And I made a comic strip
about a couple of wisecracking chickens.

That wacky chicken will never
get to the other side like that!

Great work.
But what's your big front-page story?

Our what?

Your big story of the day!

Newspapers usually put 'em right here.
You've got a space for it.

Paw's right. We need to find a big story.

I know!

Wagnes got a new apron.
Breaking news, it's striped.

We need to think bigger, Scooch.

Hey, what's that fuzzy blue thing
next to Wagnes?

That's just my thumb.
I'm not very good at taking pictures.

It kinda looks like Bigpaw.

-Who's Bigpaw?
-Bigpaw?

Legend has it that Bigpaw is a blue,
hairy monster dog with giant feet.

He roams around the Pawston woods howling.

And the only way to get rid of Bigpaw
is to give him steaks.

But if you don't...

We gotta get steaks!

Bigpaw isn't real, Scooch.
It's just a story my Grandpaw made up.

Dogs, speaking of stories...

Right! We still need to find
a big one for our newspaper.

So let's go, reporters, go!

Did you hear that, Beans?
A big scary dog who likes steaks?

This gives me a monster of an idea.

Yeah.

Wait. What are we laughing about?

-And why are you...
-In your bushes? No reason.

Well, we found a cute story.

So my ball was on the shelf,

but as much as I stretched and stretched,
I just couldn't reach it.

And we found a short story.

And that's a really funny story.

But it's still not a big story.

There we were, minding our own business,

when Bigpaw showed up!

He was blue and hairy.

Yeah! And with the biggest paws
you've ever seen!

Tag, I thought Bigpaw
was just a story your Grandpaw made up.

It was. I mean, I thought it was.

Bigpaw is real, all right.

Why don't you go to the woods
and see for yourself?

There are pawprints and fur everywhere.

Yeah! And don't forget the howling.
It sounded like this.

That's terrifying.

Friends, as the Bigpaw legend says,

the only way to get rid of Bigpaw
is to gather your steaks.

And cakes! Bigpaw likes cakes, too.

And leave all your food here.
Bigpaw will come tonight,

and if there are no steaks,
he won't be happy.

We better go get our steaks.

And cakes! Don't forget the cakes!

-No!
-It's so scary.

What do we do?

I think we found our big story.

"Is Bigpaw Real?"

I sure hope not.

Well, this is where Bigpaw's
supposed to be roaming around.

So, why are we roaming around here?

To find the truth!

Because everyone will want to read
about whether or not Bigpaw's real.

Look!

Bigpaw! Run!

Hey, what are snowshoes doing here?

Boy, I'd hate to be
running away from Bigpaw in these.

Kit! Look behind you.

Is it Bigpaw? Run!

No, Scooch. Look.

Frank and Beans got it all wrong.
Those aren't Bigpaw prints.

Yeah, they're just snowshoe tracks.

Well, that's a relief.

That explains the pawprints.
Maybe Bigpaw isn't real.

But what about the fur and the howling?
We better keep looking.

I was afraid you'd say that.

Tag, over there!

It's Bigpaw's blue fur!

We should get out of here before--

Hold on. I smell...

paint?

Wait a minute.
Someone painted this green fur blue.

That would explain this paint can.

Doggone it, another thumb picture.

Something funny and furry
is going on here,

which means our big story just got bigger.

Right. And we still need
to check out the howling. Come on.

Or we can go home?

Where there's basically no chance
of running into a big, scary monster dog?

Fine.

Let's go check out the howling.

Do you hear that?

It's Bigpaw! He's real!

And Frank and Beans warned us, but--
No, Kit, don't go in there!

I can hear Bigpaw getting closer!

It's OK, Scooch.
The howling is coming from this speaker.

Beans, you're supposed
to sound like Bigpaw.

Howl louder.

So this isn't real howling.

-Frank and Beans set up this speaker!
-Hang on.

Look at this. The fur we found was green.

Beans has green fur,
so Frank painted Beans' fur blue

to make it look like it came from Bigpaw!

But what about the snowshoes?

Well, Frank is
on the Pawston Snowshoe Team.

And we have our big story!

Frank and Beans made the whole thing up
just to get Pawston's steaks!

And cakes.

Come on. We have a newspaper to make.

The dogs of Pawston are depending on us!

You do not have much time left,
dogs of Pawston!

Bigpaw will be here soon,

and I've heard the growling,
and it is getting louder.

The only way to get him to leave
is to give him even more steaks and cakes!

Extra! Extra!

Come read our newspaper!

First ever issue of The Pawston Howler,
with the truth about Bigpaw!

And a really exciting story
about Wagnes's new apron!

So what's that fuzzy blue thing?

It's Bigpaw! We need more steaks!

-Everyone, wait! That's not Bigpaw.
-Bigpaw!

And that's not what our story says!

-Wow, you guys.
-Bigpaw!

Thanks for helping me
spread the word about Bigpaw.

Great. Now everyone's even more scared.

They didn't even read our newspaper!

We have to show these dogs the truth!

But how do we prove Bigpaw isn't real?

If Frank wants Bigpaw to come to Pawston,

then we're gonna bring Bigpaw to Pawston.

Yes!

Wait. What?

Has anybody read
this remarkable story about my moustache?

Even I'm learning some things.

Ready, Bigpaw?

Wait. I thought you said
Bigpaw wasn't real.

-He's not. You're Bigpaw.
-Yeah.

Just get out there,
and get that food, Beans.

You got it!

Everyone, hide!

It's Bigpaw!

It's Bigpaw.

Wow! Look at all this loot!

It'll be steaks and cakes
for weeks, Beans!

I... I can almost taste 'em, Frank!

Beans? Wait a minute.

If that's you, then who...

It's the real Bigpaw!

Run, Beans!

Bigpaw's getting closer! Now what, Frank?

Toss the food! That's what he wants!

It's only making Bigpaw hungrier!

Please don't get us, Bigpaw!
We'll give you our steaks!

And our cakes, too!

Somebody! Help us!

We were pretending before
just to get steaks and cakes!

But this is the real Bigpaw!

What?

Bigpaw's head comes off?

I think our newspaper
finally got its big story.

And I think I finally got a clean picture!

Extra! Extra!

Second issue of The Pawston Howler!

With the whole truth about Bigpaw!

So Bigpaw isn't real?

It was a trick!

It looks like The Howler is a hit.

Yep, everyone loves it.

Well, except for Frank and Beans.

We're sorry about all the Bigpaw stuff.

-Here's your steak.
-And your cake.

I won't forget you, cake.

We should do it again tomorrow.

Yeah! We just need another big story.

I have breaking news!

My moustache has a new look.

Yay!

"Captain Scooch and Scally-Tag."

I wonder what Sam Whippet
has planned for the Race Cadets today.

And I wonder why
you just passed the racetrack.

Sam said to meet him at the beach.

Now how about some tunes
to get us in a racing mood?

I liked that song.

We need something speedy, Scooch.
I gotta get ready to lead us to victory!

Well, there are the other Cadets,
but where's Sam?

Yo, h*, h*, and a flagon of tea

Blue Stache
The swashbucklin' pirate, be me

You're here to compete
'Cause racers are ye

But today you'll all be Cadets of the sea

Why are you dressed as a pirate, Sam?

That's Captain Blue Stache to you, matey.

And I'm dressed this way,

because ye Race Cadets'll
be seekin' a treasure,

so today's race be a pirate race.

Also I'm going to a costume party later.

So this be convenient, too.

A pirate race?

For treasure?

It be the greatest treasure
a Race Cadet could ever wish for.

Today's race will test your racing skills
in new ways.

In order to win,
you'll sail the salty seas,

walk the planky plank,
cross the decky deck,

and search the beachy beach
for me treasure-y treasure.

I like my treasure treasure-y.

But won't be easy, me hearties.

Along the way,
beware the most fearsome dogs

ever to sail the high seas, The Sea Pups!

They're also my nieces and nephews.

I'm real proud of 'em.

Now, for today's race,
instead of a driver and a crew chief,

each team will have
a captain and a first mate. And...

Are ye ready?

Go, ye dogs! Go!

Let's go, first mate Scooch!

You're not winning today, Wind.

Tag? I was thinking
maybe I could be the captain.

I know everything
there is to know about pirates.

You do? How?

I'm reading a book about 'em.

It's called
Everything There is to Know About Pirates.

You keep books in my scooter?

Sure. And a few snacks, too.

So, can I be captain?

I don't know, Scooch.

This is a race, and I'm the go dog!

And I'm the yohoho dog!

It's a pirate thing.
And besides, you're always in charge.

You're right, Scooch.
You're always in the sidecar.

You can take the wheel this time.

Great! Now prepare to shove off,
first mate Scally-Tag!

That's pirate talk for, "Go, dog. Go!"

Hey, Scooch? What do you usually do
with your paws while I'm driving?

Why don't you point the way, first matey?

I could use some help
sailing these salty seas.

We're aiming for that dock!

Straight ahead, Scooch!

There could be Sea Pups
hiding between those islands.

It's right here in chapter one.
Pirates love hiding.

We better take the long way around.

But that'll take forever.

I think we should just go
straight through.

Sorry, Tag. But I'm the captain,
and that means it's my decision.

You're right, Scooch.

-We'll go your way.
-Great.

So... are you gonna let go of the wheel?

Right. Sorry.

Taking the long way round!

Hey, we're almost there!

Tag, look! We got past the Sea Pups!

And they slowed down the others.

Except Wind.

Wow, Wind really caught some wind.

Full speed ahead!

Sorry. This is hard to get used to.

Play me the squeezebox
A tune, if you please

You've slipped past the Sea Pups
And bested the seas

Ye'll soon reach the land
So cheer, and give thanks

'Til it's time to walk
On the old planky plank

D'aw. There goes Wind!

Come on, Scooch!
We need to walk the planky plank!

-Whoa!
-Don't worry!

Captain Scooch knows just what to do!

Run as fast as we can?

Close. Look it up in my book.

Let's see.
Shanty singing, parrot translating.

Here it is, plank-walking.

That'll work.

"Chapter seven, the safest part
of a plank is the underside."

Not bad, Scooch.

But I still think
we could have made it with my idea.

But yours is good, too.

Sing huzzah for your plank-walkin' plan

Ye beat the ball cannon
And made it to land

But there be more to your treasure-y trek

So good luck
With crossin' the slick decky deck

The decky deck!

It's like the deck of a ship
without the ship.

We just need to get past them.

Let's go, Scooch.

Wind's getting away!

There's no way we'll get
across this slippery deck on foot.

-So what do we do?
-We read.

All my book says about decks
is that pirates love to swab them.

Swabbing is like mopping, but pirateier.

Hey, that's it! We'll swab our way across!

Grab hold, Scally-Tag!

More like yohoho!

That was amazing!

Nice swabbing, Scooch!

I mean, Captain Scooch.

Sink me old bones in a soggy shipwreck

You've given new meaning
To swabbin' the deck

But don't count your treasure
Before it be found

There be lots
Of swashbucklin' danger around

The beachy beach!

We made it, Captain!
So let's start digging!

Let me check my book
to find out where pirates bury treasure.

Scooch, Wind is already digging.

Hold on. This is a very long,
but very interesting chapter.

Now Tread's team is digging!

And Doug's team!

-Scooch!
-Listen to this.

What do you call
a pirate's favourite fish?

A swordfish! Get it?

Hey, what are you doing?

Sorry, Scooch, but no more reading.

It's time to dig!
I'm the captain now, matey!

Tag, wait! Don't dig by the trees!

It could be a...

trap!

A Sea Pup trap. We're surrounded.

I'm sorry, Scooch.
I should have followed your orders.

It's OK, Tag.
I know you're used to being in charge.

But this race isn't over yet.

What do you mean?

My book says pirates
like to bury treasure by big rocks.

Which means everyone's digging
in the wrong place!

Scooch, we still have a chance to win!

But what about these Sea Pups?

I've got an idea.

Drop it.

Was that move from your book?

Nah, that always works with puppies.

Chapter 14, sword fighting.

I'll handle the Sea Pups.

You handle the treasure.

Aye, aye, Captain Scooch!

Who wants to take on Captain Scooch,
ye salty sea dogs?

Take that!

I'll send ye to the briny deep!

Nice one!

Scooch!

I found the treasure!

The treasure-y treasure!

Puppy playtime is over.

Take that, ye swabs!

You guys are adorable.

Shiver me timbers and blow down the mast

You've bested the pirates
Completed the task

For finishing first before all the rest

Claim your loot, me hearties
And open the chest

After you, Captain.

Pit crew hats? I don't understand.

I need two more dogs to be
a part of my pit team for my next race.

And since you two speedy sailors
made such a great crew...

You mean we get to be
part of your team for the race?

I don't believe it!

This really is the greatest treasure
a Race Cadet could wish for.

How about a quick tune-up?

Trim the mainsail!

Hoist the mizzen! Heave-h*!

Scooch, I don't think they speak pirate.

Right.

Change the tires! Fill the tank!

Come on, team! Sam's got a race to win!

Aye, aye, Captain Scooch!