Not In My Costume·Episode 1 of 1·1:19
Who Put the Dog in a Bun?
Two weeks before Halloween, a grumpy old cat and an anxious pug decide their widowed owner Marjorie has hidden indoors long enough, and that the shy widower across the street belongs on her doorstep. Their secret weapon: a parrot who repeats everything she says.
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Gus? Why am I a hot dog?
Because our Marjorie quit Halloween, Peanut.
We've got fourteen days to un-quit her.
It took me an hour to get you in that.
Peanut! Who put my baby in a hot dog?
Gus, was this you?
Prove it.
Don't you meow at me, mister.
My husband Walt and I did Halloween every year.
Since he passed, the porch light stays off.
Harold's waving! Harold's waving!
Hush, Elvis. I said that once.
Maybe twice.
He lost his wife June two years ago.
Harold... come over.
She likes him. He likes her.
Neither one will cross the street.
But Harold can't resist a dog in a costume.
So I'm the bait?
You're the hot dog.
If Peanut's a hot dog, you're a witch.
I dress the dog.
Nobody dresses me.
Plan B. Elvis... now.
Harold, come over!
Gus... he heard. He's coming over!
Peanut, stay in the bun.