04x12 - How Tag Got Her Tag/Blankie Blaster

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How Tag Got Her Tag.

Ah, Saturdays.
So quiet.

Almost too quiet.

Hey, you dogs!

That’s more like it.

I need help.

So you came to your parents
and grandparents.

Smart kid.

Thanks, Grandmaw.

So, we’re doing a show and
tell at Race Cadets today.

And Sam asked us to bring
in something special

that has to do with racing.

And I’m going to talk about
how I got my race flag tag.

That’s a good idea.

That’s wonderful.

I just want to make sure
I have the story straight.

Here it goes.

My name is Tag Barker

and I got this tag from my
big brother Gilber

because he’s the greatest big
brother in the whole wide world.

At least that’s
what Gilber told me.

Uh, I think he was
messing with you, dear.

Nope, you didn’t get that tag
until you were a year old.

Yep, it was the same day
you almost made Sam Whippet

lose his first
championship race.

What?

Huh, I guess we never
told you that story.

Nope, but I have to hear it.

How could a little puppy
make the great Sam Whippet

almost lose a race?

Well, as a puppy,
you were quite a pawful.

All you ever wanted
to do was go.

For the puppy, mashed paw cakes
or mashed paw cakes with syrup?

Go!

Tag’s first word!

Go, go, go!

And her second,
third and fourth.

Wagnes, we’ll come
back another time.

Do you like her hat?

Say yes or no.

Go!

We’ll try this another time.

Huh, left or right?

Go!

Tag, wait up.

Go, go, go!

- She’s over there.
- Nope, that way.

Go! Go!

We should probably
not do this another time.

Agreed.

Go!

Oh, I get it now.

I was such a speedy puppy
that you got me

a race flag tag for my collar.

Actually, your first tag
was a bell.

A bell?

Mm-hmm.

With you running off
all the time,

we were afraid we’d lose you,

so we put a little bell
on your collar.

All right, let’s test it out.

Go!

She’s under the bed.

Go!

She’s on Grandpaw’s head.

Yes, it works!

It’s like a doorbell
for the neck.

The bell helped us
keep track of you,

but you didn’t
slow down one bit.

And then came
your first birthday.

Oh, yeah.

That’s when we got you
those Wagger Wheels toys.

You raced those cars everywhere.

And pretty soon,
"go" wasn’t your only word.

You said words like...

Race!

- And...
- Car!

And...

Hydraulic launch control
manual transmission valve.

That’s when we knew
it was time to take you

to the Pawston Speedway.

And boy, did you love it.

And at your very first race,

you got to see the hot-shot
new racer, Sam Whippet.

Go, Sam "Dippet", go!

I’m Checkered Wag, here
with Pawston’s own Sam Whippet.

Sam, what’s your
secret to winning?

Well, Checkered, it all
comes down to one thing.

My lucky moustache comb.

On race day, I use it
to groom my moustache

before entering the Speedway.

Works like a charm.

And like a comb,
because it’s a comb.

Ooh, lucky comb.

Your ’stache looks great.

And so does your future.

We’ll be pulling for
you next week,

right here in your
first championship race.

Sam "Dippet!"

Tag, you became the
biggest and, well, tiniest

Sam Whippet fan in Pawston.

You drew him.

You read magazines about him.

You pretended to
have his moustache.

And with Sam’s big race
coming up,

what you really wanted to
do was drive like him.

Oh, right,
this is when things

started disappearing
around the house.

Where’s the tape?

Has anybody seen my spatula?

I thought we had
more paper towels.

Has anybody seen
my waggon wheels?

Where is my light blue tea
kettle that makes

that toot-toot sound when
the water is ready?

Wow, Mort.

She’s a natural
with a lug wrench.

There she is.

Now, Tag, you can’t just take
our things to build your car.

And what are you using
my light blue tea kettle for?

Hydraulic launch control manual
transmission valve.

Huh, I thought it
just boiled water

and made a neat
toot-toot sound.

I think we have a future
car builder on our paws.

And maybe one day
when you’re older,

you’ll use an engine to build
a car that actually drives.

Oh, engine.
Drives!

Wait a second.

Are you telling me my race car
was so fast

that I almost beat Sam in
his first championship race?

No.

Aw, thought I had it.

But the real ending
is just as exciting.

I’m all ears.

It was the morning
of the big race.

And Sam had brought
his race car

to the Pawtomotive
for a tune up.

All right, Sam,
you’re good to go.

Listen to that championship hum.

Thank you.

Will I see you at the race?

Wouldn’t miss it for the world.

Go, Sam "Dippet!"

That’s what I like to hear.

See you at the
Speedway, Barkers.

All right, Mort.
Five minutes on this car,

then we head to the race.

Lucky comb!

Sam "Dippet!"

Yep. We’ll head out to
Sam Whippet’s race soon.

Engine drives.

Uh-huh. We’re fixing
a car so that it drives.

Go, dog, go!

Oh no!

Um, is that Tag’s bell?

And my light blue tea kettle
that makes that toot-toot sound

when the water is ready!

What happened?

Long story short, Tag made a
car go and it’s really fast

and we never
taught her about brakes,

so I don’t think she can stop.

Car.
Everybody in the car.

They start driving
so young these days.

Afternoon, Jerry.

Nice day for a win.

As soon as I brush my...

Oh, no.

Jerry, I can’t find
my lucky moustache comb.

Oh, I need it for the race!

And my moustache!

It’s not in here!

Oh, I’ll never win my first
championship race without it.

Sam "Dippet!"

Wait a minute.

If I got Sam his lucky comb,
how did he almost lose his race?

Because things were
about to get...

♪ Wild ♪

What?

I have band practise later.

Oh, thank you, Tag.

Tag?

Uh-oh.

I know cars and
that one can’t stop.

Racers to the
starting line in five minutes.

I may miss the race,
but I must save that pup.

Agh, construction!

Agh, clowns!

Oh, construction clowns!

I can’t lose her this time.

Uh-oh!

I got you, Tag.

Wow.

You’re a go dog, aren’t you?

Go dog.

Car that drives.

Yes, it does.

There she is.

Oh, thank you, Sam.

What are we gonna do
with our speedy pup?

With a bit of training, Tag
could be a great racer one day.

She reminds me of me.

Go! Go!

In fact, my pops gave
me this race flag key chain

when I was a puppy,

because I had so much go.

I’d like you to have it, Tag.

Me, racer?

That’s so sweet, Sam.
Thank you.

And you’re right, Tag could be
a great racer one day.

So maybe it’s time to replace
this bell with a new tag?

Sam, I’m sorry you’re
gonna miss

your first championship race.

Not necessarily.

That chase reminded me of
some great shortcuts.

See you at the Speedway.

Sam Whippet wins!

Sam "Dippet!"

Hope to see you back at the
Speedway soon, Tag Parker.

Go, dog, go!

So that’s how I got my tag!

That’s the best story ever.

I thought you might like it.

I can’t wait to tell
the race cadets.

Thanks, everyone.

Um, Tag, what are you doing?

I’m also going to
rebuild that old race car

for my show and tell.

Go, dog, go!

Huh?

Whoa!

Blankie Blaster.

Come on, Grandmaw and Grandpaw,

the big space launch
is about to start.

I’ve got the drinks.

And I’ve got the treats.

If you’re lucky,
I’ll share them.

And these Space
Cadets will soon

blast off to the moon.

There’s Spike!

It’s his biggest
space mission yet.

Reminds me of when we
were Space Cadets, Mort.

Oh, yeah. I forgot you
two were Space Cadets.

A long time ago.

But I’ve still got our
old space caps, Marge.

Aw, with all the old
oil stains.

What was it like
to go to space?

Actually, we never
got to go.

We always wanted to, but we
were so good at fixing rockets,

they needed us on
the ground as mechanics.

Maybe you can still go someday?

Ha ha!
That spaceship has sailed.

Spike?

Tag, I need your help.

Aren’t you blasting off soon?

Yes, but I can’t find
my blankie.

I’m worried I left it
in the garage yesterday.

Oh, no, the blankie you
bring everywhere

and can’t sleep without?

Exactly!
And if I don’t sleep,

I won’t do a good job
on my mission.

Good news, Spike.
It’s here.

How is that good news?
We’re launching soon!

Don’t worry.

I promise we’ll get you that
blankie before you launch.

Hang tight, Spike.

One problem. I don’t think
we have enough time.

Yeah, it’ll be impossible to
get there before the launch.

Could you pass the treats?

Hold on.

Don’t you two always say
anything is possible?

Oh, yeah. That was our
old Space Cadet motto.

Space Cadets:

with the right team,
anything is possible.

Well, we’re a great team.

Then it’s worth a shot.

But we better go, dogs, go.

And bring the treats.

Wow, we haven’t seen a rocket
launch up close in 50 years.

If we don’t hurry,
you won’t see this one either.

Grandmaw, can you please
drive faster?

I’ve got the pedal
to the metal, sweetheart.

The truck might be
a little slow,

because we keep a
few things in the back.

A few?
It’s full of stuff.

Can we unload some of it?

Oh, no, no, no.

Those are all tools and supplies
we need for fix-it jobs.

Even those glider wings?

You never know when you’re
gonna need to fix a glider.

You can never have enough
piano keyboards or telescopes

or turbo boosters.

Turbo boosters!

We can use those
to speed up the truck!

Pull over!

Wait, if we stop,
we might miss the launch.

But if we keep going at this
speed, we’ll definitely miss it.

That’s my girl, thinking
like a true mechanic.

Hold on to something, Mort.

We got a rocket to catch.

Boost, dogs, boost!

There’s the rocket!



Stop the countdown!
We have my brother’s blankie!

Seven, six, five...

No!

We missed it!

Why did they launch at five?

Oh, right.

That was another one
of our mottos.

Space Cadets: we launch on five.

I’m sorry we missed it.

But we can’t give up.

Spike needs his blankie, and
I promised we’d get it to him.

Unfortunately, your big
brother’s headed to space now.

It’s impossible.

But with the right team,
anything is possible.

Remember?

You know, we did say that.

And back in Space Cadets, we
did launch a bowl of oatmeal

to old Arty Haunches when
he was on his way

to Neptune without breakfast.

So we could do that
with Spike’s blankie.

We just need to build
a Blankie Blaster.

I like the sound of that.

I’ll work on a plan of where
we should launch it from.

And Grandmaw and I will find
the parts to build our blaster.

There’s gotta be
something back here.

Told ya.

You never know when you’re
gonna need something.

-Too rakey.
-Too breaky.

Too springy.

Too wingy.

Okay, wait! I’ve got it!

A clown cannon!

Oh, now that could work.

If we add some major
power to that cannon,

it’ll make a great
Blankie Blaster.

And I’ve got the plan.

We need to blast the blankie
from the top of Pupper Peak

when Spike’s rocket is flying
over it

-in exactly 20 minutes.
-20 minutes?

That’s really soon.

All righty then.

When this timer dings,
it’ll be blastin’ time.

Grandpaw, we’ll have
to build the blaster

while Grandmaw is driving.

Grandmaw?

Let’s go, dogs, go!

Uh-oh.

I need a Barker Bolt.

A Barker Bolt?

I always keep one
of those on me.

The Blankie Blaster’s ready.

I’ll tell Spike the new plan.

Hey, Tag.

Everyone here is napping,
except me,

because I don’t have my blankie.

But, Spike, I’ve got good news.

We’re going to blast
your blankie to you

from Pupper Peak.

Really?
That’s great.

And we’re almost
at the top of it.

Copy that, preparing grabber
arm to catch my blankie.

Thank you.

Marge, stop.
We lost the glider wing.

Ugh, those glider wings again?

Can’t we just leave it behind?

Never leave your gear behind.

Let me guess.
Space Cadet motto?

Nope.
Just made it up.

Phew!

I haven’t moved that fast
since Space Cadets.

Wow!

That’s the timer.
We need to launch.

Hurry, Grandpaw.

Load the blankie.

Blankie loaded.

Clear the area.

Area cleared.

Go, blankie, go!

Oh, it’s working!

Go, blankie!

Oh, we can watch it with this.

I see it.

The blankie’s flying up.

And there’s Spike’s rocket.

Grabber arm deployed.

Uh, Grandpaw?

That music’s kind of loud.

Sorry.

It’s gonna make it!
It’s gonna make it!

It’s... not gonna make it.

Ah, the blankie
just missed the rocket.

We were too late.

Oh, I really thought we had it.

Poor Spike.

I... I just wish we could
fly this truck into space

and give that blankie
to Spike ourselves.

Well now...

Wait, why are you smiling?

We can’t actually fly
into space, can we?

I mean, it’s impossible.
Isn’t it?

Tag, you reminded us
that with the right team,

anything is possible.

And we’re the best team around.

Plus, your grandpaw and I have
always wanted to go to space.

Then I guess there’s only
one thing for us to do.

Build a space truck.

That’s my girl.

The blaster is ready to blast.

The glider wings
are ready to fly.

The rake is...

It’s complicated and a lot
to describe, but it’s ready.

And the truck
is ready for space.

Tag, blast us up
on Grandpaw’s count.

Hold on, Mort.

Ten, nine, eight,

seven, six, five...

Blast off!

Take a peek.

We finally made it
to space, Mort.

Wow, we did it.

Sure beats the view
from the Woofy Wheel

at the amusement park.

Over there.
Spike’s blankie!

Gotcha!

We’re coming, Spike!

Wish I was snoring like them.

Oh, but I’ll probably never
sleep again without my blankie.

Tag? Grandmaw and Grandpaw?

Hi, Spike.
We brought you something.

My blankie!

Deploying grabber arm.

Ah, my blankie!

I just want to say how
much I appre...

I think he meant to
say thank you.

We did it!

I could use a nap myself.

Not yet, we gotta do
some space wheelies first.

Hold on, Mort!

One step ahead
of you, Marge.

Go, Space Cadets, go!

- Woo-hoo-hoo!
- We did it!

♪ Bow wow wow ♪