[racy instrumental music]
(Tom is chasing Jerry in the park)
Jerry: *shriek*
(As the two chase each other. Spike exercise, Quacker flies by Spike out of curiosity, Spike tells the little duck)
Spike: Don't look so confused. I'm just training for the Doggie Championship. That's where dog from all over gather to see who's the World's Best Dog. There's a bunch of big events, like jumping the fence, catching the disk, burying the bone, and last but not least, tail wagging competition. 8.5 seconds. That's a personal best. I gotta win. This year's champion gets a year's supply of T-bone steaks. Gotta run through the course again. I bet I can still shave off time.
[amusing instrumental music playing]
(Spike continues his training by going to the hurdles, awhile he does, Tom and Jerry run through the hurdles during their chase, one of the hurdles gets Spike in the air)
Spike: *yells* Da-whoaa!! Oof! (Spike lands on the ground, the hurdles lands on his leg) Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow! (his leg is injured is as a result. The chase ends with Spike grip onto Tom.)
Jerry: *stops*
Spike: You numb skulls. Now I can't compete in the Doggie Championship. (Spike then looks and sees Jerry trying to sneak away eventually also grabs him by the tail) No, you're not getting away that easy. You guys got me knocked out of the contest. That means you're on the hook to help me win anyways.
Jerry: Hahahahahaha hehehehehehe!
Spike: I don't care if you don't like costume. It's got to be a dog to enter, so get used to it. We've got only got 24 hours to turn you into the Best Dog in the World. Let's get to work. (They then start) For the first event, you'll have to sit, pant and play dead. Got it?
Tom: *nods his head for yes*
Spike: Now, sit. (Tom sits on a chair) *disgusted sigh* Sit! (Tom seats on a yoga position) You're suppose to be a dog. (Tom sits like a dog correctly) Good. Now pant.
Tom: *meow*
Spike: No! Put your lungs into it. Pant. *Panting* (Tom falls into the ground) Play Dead!
Tom: *chocking noise*
[Dramatic music playing]
(Tom pretends he playing dead like he was acting down a hill)
Spike: It's a dog championship, bot a Broadway Audition. In the next competition, every dog has to catch a disk in his mouth. Think you can do that?
Tom: *shakes his head for no*
Spike: What do you mean, "No?" What kind of attitude is that? Get out there and catch this or else...
(Tom tries to catch the disk but doesn't catch it with his mouth, but landed into his face instead)
Okay, good try. Here's another one.
(Failed to catch it again, Spike throws another one and still doesn't catch it)
Just catch it.
(One finally gets in his mouth, but ends swallowing it.)
I said, "Catch It", not "Eat It."
Tom: *burps* (he burps out the disk)
Spike: It's hopeless. There's no way this will work. There goes my year of T-bone steaks.
[racy instrumental music]
(Jerry steals the doughnut from the cat, making Tom find from the trash, he chases after Jerry, he is performs long jump over hurdles and catch disks in his mouth)
Jerry: AHHHHHH!
(After watching the cat and mouse chase scene Spike gets an idea.)
Spike: That's it. That's the answer.
Announcer: Welcome to the Doggie Championship, where dogs from around the globe compete to be the world's primo pooch.
Spike: Now remember, as long as Tom is chasing you, he's the greatest dog in the world. But if he ain't, he ain't. So when the race starts, just make sure he keeps chasing you. Got it?
Jerry: *agrees*
Announcer: And now get ready for the first event Destroying the Coach.
Jerry: *whistles*
Tom *looks at him with a glare*
(This gets Tom's attention and motivates him into destroying the coach)
Announcer: On your bark, set, go! (Tom destroys the coach during his pursue with Jerry) The winner is... Tom, the dog.
[Audience Applauding]
Announcer: The next event: Knocking over the trash cans.
Jerry: *waves at Tom*
Tom: *looks at Jerry again with angry expression*
Announcer: Go!
(Tom chase after Jerry)
Jerry: AHHHHH!
(Tom knocks out the most trash cans thanks to his chase with Jerry)
Announcer: Once again, the winner is Tom, the dog. Who's a good boy, eh folks?
Tom: (acknowledged that he won the event wins the event)
Spike: *claps for him.*
Announcer: And now it's time for: Digging up the flower garden.
[Comical instrumental music playing]
Jerry: (He pops out from the garden) *gives Tom a cocky grin*
(As all the contestants to go to the event)
Announcer: Go!
(Tom dashes towards chases Jerry under the dirt and knocks Jerry into air after outrunning him inside dirt after getting out from the dirt Tom loses his dog disguise)
Announcer: Great Dane in the morning. We have a counterfeit canine in our hands. Tom, the dog is really a pussycat. Clearly, this little kitty disqualified.
Audience: Booing.
Spike: What have I done? He's dead meat out there. Sprain or no sprain. I can't let this stand.
(Spike goes inside the fighting cloud to save Tom from the dogs. The dogs follow behind,)
Announcer: A latecomer has taken the field. And he's running the course in record time. The rest of the pack is eating his dust. (Spike catches a disk) What a catch! (After Spike ran through all the events) Folks, we have a new Doggie Championship winner. One for the record books.
Spike: Well, we all worked together in this, and that's rare. Just like this big juicy steak. I say we divide it in three equal shares. (Jerry takes the steak for himself, he runs into Tom's mouth a slaps him with the steak and runs away) Looks like we went from the thrill of victory to the agony of the meat. Come back here!
(Spike chase behind them, making a dog, cat and mouse chase.)