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Maybe the world is blind or just a little unkind.

Don't know.

Things you can't be sure of anything anymore.

Although.

Last week on Punky Booster, Cherry left the door open and Brandon got out

without his tag.

Guys, we can't quit now.

There must have been some place we haven't looked.

He didn't have any tags.

So I brought him home.

Can I keep him, please?

You can keep him. Yeah!

Did you hear that, boy?

You belong to me now.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so, so sorry.

No, it isn't. It is.

I'm the one that left the door open.

Now Brandon's gone.

Hello, God?

Sorry to call so late.

I need your help.

Brandon's lost.

Please, please bring him back to me.

Now, part two of Open Door, Broken Heart.

So the missing party in question is... Brandon Brewster.

Is little Brandon your brother?

Uh, well, I like to think of him as much more than just a brother.

I left the door open and he wandered out.

Toss me in solitary and throw away the key.

I don't think we'll arrest you just yet.

Sherry, in case you do get busted, here's the name of my father's attorney.

Rosenblum, Rosenblum, Rosenblum, and Smith.

Oh, okay.

So, um, let's get a description of Brandon.

How tall is he?

About this tall?

Mm -hmm.

Weight? 175 pounds.

Two feet tall, 75 pounds.

Couldn't have waddled very far.

Hair? It's radish.

Eyes?

Two.

I mean color.

You'll have to excuse her. She's easily intimidated by authority figures.

Me too.

Brandon's eyes are a beautiful, warm brown.

Brown. Any unusual marks or characteristics?

Well, his tongue is eight inches long.

No.

So how long has Brandon been missing?

Six days, four hours, and 23 minutes.

Six? Daze, why didn't you notify the police immediately?

Because we thought we could find him ourselves.

I better get an APB out on this right away.

We can also notify Child Find. They have this national computer hookup. Hello,

I'm back.

Uh, hi, Henry.

This is Officer Bob, Officer Bob. This is my dad, Henry.

Nice to meet you, Officer Bob.

Why are you here?

Because Brandon is missing for over six days.

And if you weren't aware of that, sir, this could be a case of criminal

Criminal neglect?

Officer Bob, I treated him just like my own son.

You mean he's not your son? No, he's our dog.

I think I would have remembered.

You girls have been conning me.

Officer, I had absolutely nothing to do with this plan.

Please don't throw me in the big house.

I'll miss the new fall fashion.

Give it a rest, Margo.

I was going to tell you he's a dog, but first I wanted you to get to know him

and love him as much as I do.

Well, that's sweet, honey, but we're not allowed to look for missing dogs, just

missing persons. But he's a person to me.

Please, Officer Bob, you're my last hope.

Well, I'll ask the guys on this beat to keep their eyes open, and I'll put this

flyer up on the station bulletin board.

Officer, that's very kind of you.

Thanks, really, thanks a lot.

You're welcome.

You know, it's a shame that Brandon's a dog.

It would have been a lot easier to find a fat, hairy midget.

Come on, Margo.

Let's go down to the East Side Mall and hand out some more of these flyers.

More mingling with the masses?

This must be what it's like to be a Democrat.

Thank you.

You called the police.

I was desperate. It was something we hadn't tried.

So skywriting, but you don't see me up in a plane.

Why don't you just call the Goodyear Blimp?

I did. They said they'd get back to me.

Hi. I'm looking for a Peabrewster.

That's me.

The Peabrewster that's offering the reward?

Yes, I'm Peabrewster.

Cough it up. I found your dog.

You feel brand of worthy.

Not so fast.

Where's the reward?

After you show us your dog, we'll discuss the reward.

Okay. You drive a hard bargain, Pops.

Brandon, in here.

That's not Brandon.

I'm not even sure that's a dog.

Of course it's Brandon.

Look.

This is not a dog.

As you know only too well, you little bunco artist.

No need to get personal, Gramps.

Listen, you.

If Gramps ever hears of you pulling another stunt like this, he'll have you

arrested for intentional infliction of mental anguish.

Just trying to make a buck here.

Henry's right. You're a bunco artist.

How could you leave your dog with total strangers? That's mean and cruel.

Relax. He wouldn't come back to me tomorrow morning.

as kids.

Beat it.

Now.

Okay, Waldo.

We're going to Oak Street.

This time, I want you to be a poodle.

No dog deserves a kid like that.

Funky.

I don't have to tell you how much I care about Brandon.

But I'm getting very worried about you.

You're not eating. You're not sleeping.

I can't until I find Brandon.

That's what I have to talk to you about.

There is a possibility we may not find him.

You're giving up?

I didn't say that.

Henry, if I were lost, would you stop looking for me?

Of course not.

I'll help you look as long as there's strength left in these old legs.

I want to look longer than that.

What I'm trying to get you to understand is that no matter how long or how hard

we look, we just may never find him.

Okay, it's your move, dude.

Checkmate?

I need to talk to you for a minute. Hey, Mom, you and Dad can forget about that

little baby brother I wanted.

Dude's the best ball a guy can have.

He even plays chess.

He's not a very careful player.

He bit the head off your king.

Uh, no.

I did that when he beat me three games in a row.

Joey, I was shopping at the mall, and a little girl handed me this flyer.

So? It's a picture of a lost dog.

Who do you think it looks like?

Uncle Dave?

Well, a little.

But you know who I mean.

Who in this room does it look like?

He looks like Dude.

But, Mom, this address is nowhere near the park where I found Dude.

He plays chess.

Maybe he also rides the bus.

Come on, Mom.

Can't you see the dude and I belong together?

Honey, I want you to think about what it would feel like if you were this child

and your dog ran away.

My dog wouldn't run away.

And besides, I'd never let him out without his tag.

That may be true.

Nevertheless, I want you to think about this.

Besides,

you couldn't possibly have a name like Brandon.

Let me put it to you another way.

Do you know someone named P -U -N -T -Y?

I was afraid of

that.

Punky Brewster.

What's this punky like?

is either colorblind or she's got two left feet.

No matter what, you're lucky I found you.

I'm taking better care of you than her.

You want me to call her?

Don't worry.

Once we get to California, you'll forget all about Punky.

Landon, I miss you so much.

I try to be brave about this, but I don't think I can take it anymore.

Hello, Punky.

How are you?

I've had better days.

Wait till you see what I bought you at the toy store.

Tubbo Slime!

Slime? I knew you'd love it.

The sales lady said it was the hottest thing going.

Everyone at the store was covered with it.

Here.

Here.

Go ahead.

Slime me.

Sorry, honey, but even slime won't cheer me up.

Oh, great.

Now, what do I do with this?

Hello!

No.

Oh, so you're the one that bought the last tub of slime.

I mistakenly thought a little slime would cheer up Punky.

Well, we've got something that'll cheer her up for sure.

You're going to love this.

What is it, basket of slime?

No, take a look.

A puppy.

I call him Willie, but you can name him whatever

you want.

Thanks, Cherry.

This is really nice of you.

I know he can never take Brandon's place, but I hope you'll love him.

And forgive me.

I never blamed you for leaving the door open.

I blame myself.

Jay, I really appreciate this, but I just don't want a new dog.

Uh, uh, Punky, uh, tell you what.

I sure would appreciate it if you'd watch Willie for us a while.

We need to de -slime Henry.

You're comfortable.

It's long and temporary.

Yeah, Brandon used to like that, too.

You don't look like a Willie.

You look more like a Bernie.

Am I saying you're not my dog?

Brandon's my dog.

I can't just give up on him and adopt you.

I'd be a traitor.

And you know what happens to traitors, don't you?

They get cold noses.

It's no use, guys.

He's a cute puppy, but I'm a one -dog girl.

Are you sure?

I'm positive.

Until I find Brandon, I can't even think about another dog.

scratching the door.

I'm Punky's father.

Oh, don't worry. Just a little slime.

Excuse me.

But we've been chasing your dog for three blocks and a flight of stairs.

She's out of shape.

I'm Joy Deaton, and this is my mom.

Nice to meet you.

I'm so glad you're safe.

Now, you know... Brandon never to go out without your tags.

We've all been worried sick about you. The next two weeks, you're grounded.

No last theory runs, no pudding pops, and you can forget about going to that

show.

Jeez. I'm glad you're not my mother.

How did you find us?

I was handed a flyer at the mall.

As a matter of fact, by this little girl.

It sure feels good not to be a tree slug anymore.

Joey, I really want to thank you for bringing Brandon back to me.

Well, the truth is, I wasn't going to.

Really?

See, we were going to move to California, and I figured we'd forget

you.

Well, we found out today we're going to stay here in Chicago.

Even if we had moved, I bet he would have hitchhiked back to you.

I know it's hard to give him up.

Do you mind if I say goodbye to him?

Well, dude, I guess this is so long.

I'm going to miss you.

But I suppose that's where you really belong.

It's been great knowing you.

Will you give me five?

All right.

Shelly, Terry and I want you to have this puppy.

I call him Willie, but you can name him whatever you want.

Thank you so much.

Please, please let him have it.

You have no idea how much I'd appreciate it.

Oh, how could anyone resist such a cute little puppy?

All right. All right! You can keep him. Oh, thanks, Mom.

We better get going, Joy.

Hey, Punky, maybe sometime you and Rana can come and shoot hoops with me and

little dude.

You got it.

I'll see you.

Bye -bye.

Oh, and, uh, Punky, I really think you're cute.