Pupsies - a Pawtastic New Musical

Watch What Happens (Reprise)

[The next day, pupsies are everywhere in the streets. Not selling, but looking for Jack. Back at the barn, Jack sports a black eye and bad bruises as he slowly paints new mud work for Medda. Right now he's sitting on a hay bale, reading Stumpy's letter.]

MEDDA (Walking up to Jack, holding a bag of treats in her mouth)

Here's everything I owe you for the first backdrop. Plus this one. [She drops the treats on the haystack,] and even a little something extra, just account'a because I'm gonna miss you so.

JACK (Pawing the treats away)

Miss Medda, I...

MEDDA (Sternly)

Jack.

JACK (Taking the treats and burying them in the hay)

You're a gem.

MEDDA

Just tell me you're going somewhere, not running away.

JACK (Pushing hay over the treats)

Does it matter?

MEDDA

When you go somewhere and it turns out not to be the right place, you can always go somewhere else. But if you're running away, nowhere is ever the right place.

DAVID (Barking from the hayloft, holding a paper in his mouth)

How about lettin' a pal know you're alive?

MEDDA (Smiling and walking away)

Why don't I leave you with your friend.

[David jumps down some hay bales to get to Jack.]

DAVID (Right next to Jack)

Where did you go? We couldn't find ya.

JACK (Getting off of the haystack and going to his mud work)

You ever think I didn't want to be found?

DAVID (Pointing his paw at the mud work)

Hey, is that a real place? That Cowdog Ranch? [He jumps down the hayloft to follow Jack.] Hey, did you see the papes? [He drops the paper.]  We are front page news above the fold. Oh yes. [Spreading the paper out.]  Above. The fold.

JACK (Painting)

Good for you.

DAVID

Everyone wants to meet the famous Jack Belly. Even Spot Chewlon sent over a pup just to say, 'Next event you can count on Barklyn.' How about that?

JACK (Cleaning the mud off his paws)

We got stomped into the ground.

DAVID

Yeah, they got us this time. I'll grant you that. But we took round one, and with press like this, our fight is far from over.

JACK (Looking at Davey)

Every pupsie who could walk was out there this morning, selling papes like the strike never happened.

DAVID

And I was right out there with 'em. If I don't sell papes, my folks don't eat-

JACK (Barking)

Save your breath. I get it. It's hopeless.

DAVID

But then I saw this look on Weasel's face. He was actually nervous, and I realized this isn't over. We've got them worried, really worried. And I walked away. Lots of other pups did too, and that is what you call a beginning.