Pup Star

He's here!

Rover, over here. Rover, come

talk to us for just a moment.

Welcome, ladies and gentlemen.

It's Rover. It's really him!

I'm Sadie McSpots, reporting live with

ETV from the red carpet with Rover,

the host of the number

one hit show, Pup Star.

Tell us, do you think anyone can

actually beat Bark this year?

Bark's gonna be hard to beat,

but we're looking for a new champion

all across America right now.

Be sure to tune in.

Yippee bow wow!

Welcome, everyone, to the world's

most popular talent show.

Tonight, we're in Chicago,

where we are starting our

cross-country search

for the next pup star.

I'm your host, Rover,

and this is Pup Star!

I can't believe I'm auditioning.

I know. It's so exciting!

Now, let's go over

this season's rules.

At each one of our live shows,

we'll be giving away a golden bone

to one lucky singer-songwriter,

guaranteeing them a spot in

the grand finale in New York,

where the winner will receive a

national recording contract.

The contestants must only

sing original songs.

So, without further ado, let's

meet our esteemed judges.

Here she is. International

pop sensation, Lady Paw Paw!

Raise the woof woof,

puppy litter!

The most successful reggae

artist in doggie history,

Dog Gnarley, everyone!

Irie, man. Blessed to be here.

And now, the country-music

star with the ten-gallon hat

and a hundred-gallon

personality, it's Blake Sheltie.

How y'all doing? Y'all ready to

have an old fashioned honky-tonk?

And of course, the judge that

everybody loves to hate, Simon Growl.

- Boo!

- Hi, yes. Boo-hoo to you, too.

And as I said to

my neighbor's cat,

if you can't stand the

heat, get out of my oven.

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Welcome back to Pup Star.

He may need no introduction,

but that doesn't mean

we won't give him one.

Let's all give a warm howl to

our two-time winner, Bark.

Chasing a dream down a lonely road

Your tail is dragging

It's a heavy load

You never whine, you don't quit

Just dig a little deeper

And scratch that itch

When you get your shot

Give it all you got

Don't just knock them dead

You gotta rock

You gotta rock 'em dead

You gotta rock 'em dead

Hey, Tune, it's about to start.

Hurry up.

Don't get your chakras in a

knot, my smelly, mangy friend.

I think I got it.

Hallelujah.

Rock them dead

Oh, I just love Pup Star!

Pretty good, right?

Oh, here we go again.

Pretty good, yeah.

Maybe a little bit pitchy, like a seagull

who's being strangled by an octopus.

Like a hurricane

Keep rocking every chance you get

You gotta rock 'em dead

You gotta rock

You gotta rock 'em dead

You gotta rock 'em dead

You gotta rock 'em, you gotta rock 'em

You gotta rock 'em dead

Thank you, guys. I was

born to rock 'n' roll.

I love you, but I love me more.

Turn that garbage off.

Oh, come on, Charlie.

It's my dream to be on Pup Star, and

I'm just, like, killing it, you know?

Like a great singer,

like Madogga or K-9-ye.

It's my dream that

Tune stop singing

and a platter of juicy

ribs falls from the sky.

As much as it pains

me to say this,

you are... better than ever.

Ah. You're welcome.

Bark, you're prolific,

handsome, magic, macho.

I know you love me.

Bark will be competing

again this year,

and will have to defeat a

talented pool of new contestants

in the hopes of becoming the first

three-time Pup Star champion.

Not if I get to you first.

Let's give a big

"yippee bow wow"

to our next contestant,

opera singer, Puparotti.

I'm so gonna win again and

not even break a pant.

Bark, what do you think about me

trying out, while we're here?

Pugly, are you kidding?

You have no talent.

As your friend, trust

me when I say, no.

I'm just protecting you

from painful rejection.

Thanks, Bark. You're

a great friend.

And I couldn't find

a better assistant.

Now, fetch me some water to lap.

Hey, Charlie, look out, look out.

Roland's back.

Cut the racket, would you?

That was too close.

- That was truly dreadful. Arrivederci.

- How'd this thing get on anyways? Huh?

You're gonna regret this.

What's that, Charlie?

Did you say something?

Doggy want a biscuit?

All right, you. Time to go.

I got a buyer for you.

Aye, my ship's come in.

Good luck to you, lads.

I'm watching you.

- I'm so nervous.

- You're gonna be great.

Just look for me in the audience and

pretend I'm the only one here, okay?

- You're up, Tiny.

- Oh, I almost forgot.

But... But these are the special

barrettes that your mom gave you.

I know. But now I have

one and you have one.

It's for good luck.

Lou, you really think

I can do this?

Of course I do, Tiny.

I believe in you just

like you believe in me.

Please welcome our final

and smallest contestant.

She's as cute as a button and

appropriately named, Tiny.

Tiny!

Tiny!

Yeah, Tiny!

- Tiny.

- Yay, Tiny! Yeah!

Oh, dear.

I'm sorry. I'm a...

I'm a little nervous.

Don't be afraid, Tiny. Everything

is gonna be all right, man.

Tell us a tiny bit about yourself, darling.

Don't be shy.

I, um... I live in Chicago with

my girl, Lou, and... And our dad.

Oh, and our Nanny Ida, too.

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