Prism Break Pet Squad

# Three pets, one crazy goose

# It all went bad when the goose got loose

# Crazy times, and that's the truth

# Boo-boo-be-do-do Doo-be-de-doo

# Prof's machine held a big surprise

# The poor little pets got trapped inside

# All of them got superised

# Boo-boo-be-do-do Doo-be-de-doo

# Oh, what's P town going to do

# Some other pets got suped up too

# Watch out, she's coming through

# I'll get you Pet Squad

# Pet Squad. #

Oops.

-Ooh.

-Aargh.

So, Mother Goose, what a surprise.

What do you want?

The P town prism.

But that's the priceless P town heirloom.

Correction, lady, it's a priceless Mother Goose heirloom.

-Stop right there.

-Take a moment to reflect on what you are about to do.

Hmm, no.

Get them.

Quack, quack, quack.

Oh, oh, dear.

Quack.

Meow.

Wow.

Drat you, you flea-bitten doggy.

All I wanted was a piffling little prism but that bone chasing idiot

and his crew of misfits had to poke their wet noses in.

-But, Ma.

-Why, why, why?

Do you mean why, why, why were their noses wet?

-Or why, why, why did they poke them in?

-But, Ma, I've...

Without that prism, Doctor Two Heads' latest invention will not function.

And without his latest invention I will not be Queen.

But, Ma, I've got a prism.

Norman, did you just say that you had a prism?

Yeah, got it in a Christmas cracker.

I have a prism. I have a prism.

The prism capture cam will work.

We place the prism here, then we take a photo like so.

The capacitor chip output is multiplied by the prism facets

and metamorphosises any carbon-based matter it captures.

-Ohh.

-You what?

It's a big nasty camera that snaps one thing

and then changes it into another.

Blah, blah, blah. Let's go take some pictures. This is the bit I love.

It's so random.

Perfect. Now, to P town dog pound.

Meow.

Oo-choo-choo-oo.

Ha-choo-aha.

-Oh, the joys of disco a Bingo.

-Ohhh.

Now even better with my remote controlled glitter ball.

Right, my pets, you will be 0K, won't you,

whilst I get warmed up for cutting some shapes?

Strike a pose. Boogie.

Sparkly, uh.

-Psst, Sheeba.

-Mmm. What?

-Time to superise.

Oh, that's enough for now. Time for a quick nap.

SQUEAK! SQUEAK! SQUEAK!

Aah.

Aah.

-Whoa.

-Yow.

-Wu-uhoo.

Superisation is go, go, go.

Aha.

Hay-yah. Meow.

Wow. Boogie.

Pet Squad, we need you at the P town dog pound,

something weird is happening.

What?! No one messes with the P town pooches and gets away with it.

Hey, Pepe.

Ohh.

Ohh?

It won't be long now before the Pet Squad turn up

and I can tell you which one of them is going to get zapped first.

That pesky, prism pinching pooch, Dodge. Ha-ha.

-Woof.

-Ohh.

-Ahh.

-Ooh.

-Wow.

Weird. This place looks more like a garage sale than a dog pound.

Hey, Dodge, here's a dognut. Ha-ha.

Uh-oh.

And here's another one for the album.

I knew it, this has goose prints all over it.

Mother Goose.

Doggy, say cheese.

Aha. This doggy is very stupid, ja?!

Bye-bye, doggy.

Hello, oh yes.

Don't trust her.

Phew, it really was a photo.

-Oh, boy.

-What's up?

-Must be lunchtime.

Yeah, I smell sausages. Let's find them.

Help! I'm a sausage.

Looking good, Dodge.

The camera is some kind of morphing machine. We have to stop her.

Ha-ha. This is so much fun.

Let's change the hairy guinea pig into something.

Oh, yeah, baby. Now you're really cooking, goose lady.

How are you feeling, Dodge?

I don't know, it's odd, I feel like smearing myself in red sauce

and snuggling up in a nice soft bread roll.

Oh no, Bingo, you're next.

Don't let her snap me.

Don't worry, buddy, I'll save you.

Aargh.

Meow.

Ha-ha. Oh, pooh.

Wrong guy.

Bingo, keep moving, we need to smash that camera.

-What about me?

-You can catch up later.

Did you just say ketchup?

Oh, boy.

Oh, lucky escape.

-I'm getting an idea.

-Great.

Pepe, take me back to the Prof.

Bingo, don't let Mother Goose take your picture.

Ha-ha.

THEY PANT

Uh-oh.

Ha-ha, Mother Goose, you missed.

I don't think she did, dude. You're looking really red.

Oh, no, I have turned into a lousy tomato.

You'd think I'd be something worth eating at least, like a marshmallow.

Two down. Now for the pussycat. Follow her.

She's going after Sheeba and so are we.

-To help?

-No, I can't stop.

HE SNORES Dreams...

-Disco, doo-da-doo, disco,doo-da-doo.

Disco, doo-da-doo, disco,doo-da-doo.

I blame it on the boogie. HE SNORES

Disco, doo-da-doo, disco, doo-da-do.

Disco, doo-da-doo, disco, doo-da-do.

Dodge, why is Sheeba so happy?

Sheeba, stop dancing and watch out.

Say cheese, Pussycat.

Right back at you, Mother Goose. Cheese!

-Oh, oh, we're back.

-My back.

-Oh.

-Ah.

-Oh.

-Quack.

-Quack.

-I hate Pet Squad.

I hate disco and I hate my life. Oh-oh.

Looking a bit flushed up there, Goosy.

I'm going home to my room.

Hey, I have been looking for that everywhere

and it was right here all along.

Daddy is going out dancing.

I'm only sorry you pets never get to go out and do something exciting.

Your dinner is over there.

-And it is your favourite, Dodge, sausages.

-Ohh.

Goodbye.

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