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The second half of the story starts right where "Doggone Johnny" left off, with Dukey still wondering why the show's theme song is ringing bells in his mind.
"I know that tune from somewhere, but I just don't know where," states Dukey.
The next day, Dukey gets ready for school, all the while Johnny has already begun playing video games on the carpet.
"Johnny, I'm heading off for school."
"Uh huh," answers a disinterested Johnny, not even looking at Dukey.
"You know, video games are fun and all, but it can't beat a beautiful day outside. The sun is shining brighter than ever, not a single cloud is in sight, and you're gonna miss it all if you stay cramped inside the bedroom all day."
"Uh huh."
"Do you think oxygen is non-negotiable?" asks a sarcastic Dukey.
"That's what the fan is for," retorts Johnny.
"So, you don't want to chase your tail all day? Feel a cool breeze on your fur? You know, run outside like dogs are supposed to do?"
"You don't even do that," points out Johnny.
"Okay, I walked into that one. But at least I make sure to lounge outside!" states Dukey.
A knock is heard on the door.
"Johnny, you better move it because it's time to skedaddle! Don't make me grab you by the ear, sport!" shouts Hugh, off screen.
"Ooh! You better do as Dad says, Johnny, because you'll get grounded if you don't!" smirks a teasing Johnny.
Dukey lets out a sigh, before yelling "Coming, Dad!"
Now alone in his bedroom, Johnny continues to use the game controller. However, he suddenly drops it.
"Ow!" wails Johnny, as he takes a look at his throbbing paws.
They appear red and swollen, pulsating to accentuate the pain from overuse.
Johnny has a thought bubble, where Dukey (in his usual body) appears. He shrugs, saying "I told you so."
Johnny pops the bubble with his claw. "I hate it when you're right!"
The boy turned dog now lays down on his bed, moping.
"Can't watch TV, now I can't play video games. I'm so bored!"
Just then, Johnny notices a skateboard on the ground.
He ruffles his chin, an idea coming to him. "Hmm... board..."
Cut to Porkbelly Junior High. After the bell rings, Dukey walks into Mr. Teacherman's class where the other kids sit at their desks.
"Johnny! We have to talk," states a stern Mr. Teacherman.
"That's never a good thing."
"I took a closer look at your test from yesterday. You'll see question 13 was answered correctly," explains Mr. Teacherman.
"And?"
"The problem is, this is about calculus. I not only haven't taught that subject, but it's something you don't learn until your senior year of high school. There's no way an 11 year old, especially you, would know how to answer that."
"Lucky guess?" asks Dukey, flashing a grin.
"I should have known you cheated yesterday. Johnny, stand right here and tell the whole class you're a cheater," demands Mr. Teacherman.
"I am not!"
"Give it up, Johnny. Knowing you, there's no other explanation how you became my worst student to the best based off one test," claims Mr. Teacherman.
"Well, um, there actually is," states a hesitant Dukey.
"This oughta be good. Let's hear it."
Dukey confesses. "I'm a dog trapped in a boy's body! Johnny's, to be exact. We switched brains, and now he gets to do fun dog things while I'm stuck at this school!"
He then grabs Mr. Teacherman by his shirt, shaking him while shouting "I just want to be fluffy again!"
After explaining himself, Dukey breaks down and sobs in front of the whole class. Mr. Teacherman is left speechless.
A quick transition is made. A door labeled "Guidance Counselor" is opened by Dukey, as he exits the office.
"Okay. So much for honesty being the best policy," says Dukey sarcastically.
Elsewhere in Porkbelly, Johnny is seen skateboarding throughout the streets.
"Now I know why Dukey always sticks his head out the window! This is awesome!"
As Johnny increases the skateboard's speed using his foot, more slobber escapes from his mouth. Right behind him is Gil Nexdor, also on his skateboard. Johnny's saliva hits Gil in the face.
"Weird. The guy on the pointy box said there'd be no showers," says Gil.
Gil manages to catch up, with him and Johnny now meeting each other just inches away on their boards.
"Hey, aren't you Johnny's dog?" asks Gil.
"Uh, yeah?"
"Whoa! Did you just talk?" inquires Gil.
Johnny tries to save himself. "No!"
"But, how is that possible? You can't not talk and then talk."
"It's because... you're dreaming! Yeah, that's it! One of those dreams where it feels like you're awake, but you're not."
"Oh. So that's why it feels like I'm floating," nods Gil.
Changing the subject, Gil states "You know, dream dog, your voice sounds a lot like a cool kid I know."
"No, it doesn't!" insists Johnny.
"Hey, chill. You're cool, too, since talking dogs are cool."
"Yeah, they are," says a smiling Johnny, thinking about Dukey. "But you know who isn't cool? Johnny Test's sisters. You can't get any dorkier than them!"
"What are you talking about, dream dog? Johnny bro doesn't have sisters. That's why he has a dog," believes Gil.
However, Johnny becomes so distracted talking to Gil, that he accidentally starts skating on a comically large ramp. This causes him and his skateboard to end up in midair. Johnny lets out a scream as he disappears from Gil's view.
"Fly high, dream dog. If you see him, tell Johnny I said hi!"
Still screaming for his life, Johnny ends up safely falling inside an open dumpster. He decides to dive deeper in the garbage, pretending to swim all the while. Johnny then pops up from the trash, with discarded food in hand.
"What kind of monster throws away a perfectly good looking pizza?" asks a surprised Johnny.
He decides to eat the discarded slice, but looks nauseous seconds later.
"Oh, that's why."
At school, Dukey passes by a poster advertising auditions for an upcoming play. This catches his attention, as he reads the text.
"Porkbelly Junior High presents: Porkbellow! Melodic melodies and chitchat chatter abound in the latest musical! Auditions today, rehearsal in the afternoon tomorrow, opens tomorrow night."
Dukey nods, heading for the school auditorium. "Well, if there's one positive thing about being Johnny, it's that my untapped potential as a performer can finally be realized! It's showtime!"
Entering the auditorium, the other kids and Principal Harm notice Dukey walking in.
Bumper taunts him. "Oh, look who it is! It's dog boy! What are you gonna do? Eat your homework? Have kibble for dinner? Do other dog things?"
Bumper and the others laugh at Dukey, causing him to snark "I know kids can be cruel, but can't they at least be creative?"
"I think you got the wrong room, Test. Auditions for class pet are held next door," quips Sissy.
"Okay, that one was good," answers Dukey.
He then addresses Principal Harm. "Sir, I would like to try out for the play."
"You? Audition for a play? Forget it. A dying walrus would win a part before you could," states a mocking Sissy.
Principal Harm responds to Sissy's comment. "Sissy, everyone should get the chance to audition. Besides, the guidance counselor says Johnny has lots of extra energy. And a heavy dose of neurosis, but that's beside the point. I think this could be a great outlet for the boy."
"Yeah, well, he'd stink up the whole place with how he sings! I should know, since I won the best part: the lead girl!"
"Because you wrote it," snarks Dukey.
"Nope, not this time, Test! This play was all Principal Harm's idea. I was just so talented, I won it just like that!" claims Sissy.
"Couldn't be because you're the only girl who auditioned."
"It's easy to talk smack when you haven't even tried yet. Let's see you tipping the scales!" remarks Sissy.
"Sissy has a point there, Johnny. Why don't you go ahead and audition?" suggests Principal Harm.
"Don't get your hopes up, Test. I'm a shoe in for the lead," claims Bumper. He tries to sing, but it is so horrible, everyone covers their ears.
"And it never hurts to have more boys showing off their singing chops!" adds Principal Harm.
Dukey gets up on stage.
"What are you gonna do? Howl your notes?" asks a sarcastic Sissy.
"No, I'm not gonna howl my notes," replies a mocking Dukey. "Just wait until you hear the musical stylings of Duke-er, Johnny Test!"
Dukey clears his throat in preparation for singing.
"He's gonna choke, I just know it," claims Sissy.
Sissy was right, in a way: Dukey starts to have a coughing fit, before spitting out phlegm.
"Sorry, had a little something caught in my throat."
Dukey proceeds to belt out a verse from Largo al factotum, specifically the portion where "Figaro" is repeated. Singing in an operatic voice on par with professionals, everyone stares at him in awe.
When Dukey's performance is over, everyone claps.
Bumper is particularly affected by it, crying while smiling. "That's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. Except my own voice!"
As he sings "La la la la" totally off key, Principal Harm stops Bumper.
"Uh, Bumper, you can see yourself out, son."
"Why? I made the play, right? Right?" asks Bumper, with puppy dog eyes.
"Uh..."
Principal Harm looks for a convenient distraction, before noticing a nerdy student visible from the auditorium door.
He points in the direction of the door. "Look! A child with lunch money roaming the halls!"
"Where? I gotta pound him into next week!"
Much like a bull, Bumper rampages out of the auditorium and chases after the student. However, in the process, he broke the door hinges, causing the door itself to fall.
Dukey approaches Principal Harm.
"So, how'd I do? Did I get the part?" inquires Dukey.
"Johnny, I am happy to say you're going to be playing the male lead!" declares Principal Harm. "I'm a little confused how an 11 year old boy such as yourself has a baritone singing voice, but I'm not going to question it! That golden throat of yours will lead to more donations which will help me- I mean, the school!"
Dukey is ecstatic to hear he won the part. "Call me Judy Garland, because a star is born!"
"Big whoop. It's just a play," says a dismissive Sissy.
"Maybe so, but it is a play sealed with a kiss," claims Principal Harm.
"Wait, what?" ask Dukey and Sissy simultaneously.
"What's a play without a romantic conclusion?" inquires Principal Harm.
"It didn't say that on the poster!" shouts Dukey.
"Oh, I must have forgotten to put that on there. Whoops!"
Overwhelmed, Dukey collapses on the floor.
"I'm gonna go get a washcloth," states Sissy.
"Oh, how nice. You're already doing some method acting."
"No, the washcloth is for me!" clarifies Sissy, as she runs off.
On the Test front lawn, Johnny reaches the tree's branch with ease.
"I could never do this before!" claims Johnny, as he holds on to the branch while dangling in the air.
Johnny then begins doing push ups, using the branch for leverage. "Or this!"
However, the branch begins to crack before breaking apart, causing Johnny to fall to the ground. He puts one paw up in the air to indicate he is okay.
Still on the ground, Johnny looks at the clouds in the sky, smiling all the while.
"Me and Dukey should have done this a long time ago! I can't believe I didn't think of it sooner! Now, I can be lazy and rewarded for it!"
Johnny's peace is interrupted when a mail truck arrives in front of the house. It parks next to the mailbox, as a postman exits the vehicle.
As the postman places various postage inside the mailbox, he notices Johnny.
"What? Aren't you going to bark at me?" inquires the postman.
Johnny responds in kind. "Woof, woof, woof."
The postman loses his composure, cackling to the point of slapping his knee.
"You call that barking? Your tree has more bark than you do!"
Johnny growls and slowly approaches him, all the while the postman continues to mock him.
"Honestly, you've got to be the ugliest dog I've ever seen!" opines the postman.
Johnny retaliates by biting the postman's shorts off, exposing his red and white polka dot underwear for the world to see.
"Ate your shorts!" quips Johnny.
"D-did you just talk?" asks a surprised postman.
"Yeah, and if you ever tell anyone, I'll eat your whole face off!" threatens Johnny.
The postman, frightened by Johnny, rushes towards his truck and floors it, driving away.
"Don't ever call my dog ugly again," says Johnny.
Later, Johnny is seen walking away from the Test tree.
"Pleasure doing business with you."
Hugh's car pulls up in the driveway. After getting out of the backseat, Dukey runs up to Johnny.
"Hey, boy!" greets Johnny.
"Hi. Uh, you might have to go to therapy for a while." Dukey then sniffs a scent in the air. "Did you mark your territory on my tree?"
However, before Johnny gets a chance to respond, Hugh catches up to Dukey.
"Johnny! Living room! Now!"
Now inside, the real Johnny looks on near the couch as Hugh and Lila sternly look at Dukey.
"You know there's no such thing as talking dogs! I didn't raise you to believe in such silly nonsense. And, now your mother and I have to pay for therapy sessions," states Hugh.
Johnny looks on, smiling and enjoying someone else being punished for a change.
"Take a lesson from your old man, son. I've never needed therapy, and look how I turned out! So what if your mother has a career and I gave up mine to marry her? She danced over my hopes and dreams and crushed them into tiny, little smithereens!" Hugh then shouts the final sentence, "Why can't you just be a well adjusted human being like me?"
Hugh lets out a primal scream, before a dinging sound is heard from the kitchen.
"Soup's on!" As Hugh is about to exit the living room, he says "Oh, by the way, you're grounded until you're done with therapy."
"Yeesh. Grounding your son for life is pretty harsh," remarks Dukey.
Dukey takes notice of Johnny grinning from ear to ear.
"What are you smiling about?" asks Dukey.
"Someone's in trouble!" says Johnny, in a sing-song voice.
"Thank you for being so thoughtful," snarks Dukey.
"Hey, it's not every day I get to see someone else grounded," reasons Johnny.
"You did technically get in trouble, though. I'm you, remember?"
"But I'm not me right now! I'm Dukey!" points out a joyful Johnny.
"Whoa, back it up there, Johnny. I'm Dukey. You're just taking a vacation in my fur," states Dukey.
"Whatever you say, Johnny."
Dukey shakes his head. "You know what? I'll let you have this. Just remember you'll be serving most of the sentence."
The next night in Johnny's room, Dukey riffles through the play's script.
"I finally get my big chance to shine in a play, and now it's ruined by this kiss. How am I going to get through it? And to add insult to injury, now I'm grounded."
Dukey has an epiphany. "Hey, wait a minute. I'm grounded. Which means I can't do the play! I'm off the hook!"
Now in the school auditorium, Dukey meets up with Principal Harm as the others practice their parts.
"It's about time you showed up, Test! I've been talking to nobody for hours!" states Sissy.
"Yes, but I have a good reason to be late. Principal Harm-"
The principal interrupts Dukey. "Now, Johnny. I am not responsible for any injuries you incurred yesterday or during and after the play itself."
"My Dad grounded me yesterday. Guess I can't be in the play after all. Oh, well!"
Dukey attempts to run away, before Principal Harm grabs him by the arm.
"Oh, absolutely not! A gifted voice like yours must be showcased. Without you, there is no play," opines Principal Harm.
"I'm fine with that."
"Nonsense, you're just having stage fright. But now that you're here, we can shake off those jitters by having you read a scene with Sissy," states Principal Harm.
Suddenly, Hugh arrives at the school.
"Johnny! Disobeying me right after being punished means you're in for a year long grounding, young man! We are going home right this instant!"
"You're right, Dad. Say, how about a tongue lashing in the car?" suggests Dukey.
"Mr. Test, I cannot let you do that."
"With all due respect, I am his father and what I say goes," states an adamant Hugh. "Besides, my tax dollars make me your boss."
"But he won the lead role in our upcoming musical!" states Principal Harm.
Hugh's tune changes. "Oh, I just love musicals! Why didn't you say so, son? Your grounding is off until after the play. Still mad at you for sneaking out, but I'm so proud of you for winning the part! But you're still in trouble. Anywho, have fun!"
Hugh leaves the auditorium, with Dukey not happy he still has to do the play.
"Can we get on with it already?" asks an annoyed Sissy.
"Places, everyone! Time to do your acting exercises, because we're about to start rehearsal!" announces Principal Harm.
"Does running away count?" inquires Dukey.
In the Test living room, Hugh is searching for something. Johnny sneakily runs up the stairs on all fours, carrying Hugh's shoes with his teeth.
"Getting a sense of deja vu here! I couldn't have misplaced my shoes, I just had them a second ago! It's not like they ran away from me!"
Hugh goes underneath the couch, as his lower half sticks out.
"Those shoes have got to be around here somewhere, I can't make dinner during a crisis like this! How can I make meatloaf without my loafers?" asks Hugh, as he attempts to get back up.
However, he ends up hitting his head. "Oh, soap scum!"
Now in his bedroom, Johnny is on the floor gnawing on his father's shoes.
"Dukey is crazy for hating these! All they need is a little bit of salt."
With a salt shaker in hand, Johnny covers Hugh's footwear with it.
"So crunchy and chewy," claims Johnny.
Dukey enters the room, and sees what Johnny is doing.
"Please tell me you didn't swallow any of that," states Dukey.
"I didn't." Johnny lets out a burp shortly after saying this. "Want some?"
"I'll pass. I'm a little busy right now anyway."
"Oh, right. Homework. Something I don't have to do anymore!" points out Johnny.
"Nope. I actually have to get ready for a play," says Dukey.
"Sweet, you've always wanted to act! This is the best thing that's ever happened to us!" opines Johnny.
"That's a strange way of saying the worst."
"You get do stuff you've always wanted, I get to live my life's dream of doing nothing! It's a win-win for both of us!" exclaims Johnny.
"Hey, don't get too comfortable, John. We're going to swap back eventually," says a reminding Dukey.
"No way! Why be my old self again, when I can do what I want, when I want, anytime I want?" inquires Johnny.
"I don't like the sound of that," admits Dukey.
"Sound of what?"
"With how you've been talking lately, it sounds like you want things to stay this way," explains Dukey.
"Heck yeah I do!" answers Johnny.
"Johnny, that is so selfish. Even for you."
"You make it sound like it's a bad thing," quips Johnny.
"You are not keeping my body," states a stern Dukey.
"Yeah huh," says a childish Johnny.
"Nuh uh."
Johnny approaches the door, putting his paw on the doorknob. "Oh, yeah? Well, you're just gonna have to try and catch me!"
With it now open, Johnny makes a run for it, with Dukey sprinting after him.
At the stairway, Dukey faces Johnny, who is balancing his entire body on the handrail.
"Johnny, you're being very unreasonable!" shouts Dukey.
"Am not!" Johnny begins to slide down the handrail, blowing a raspberry at Dukey.
Dukey follows him by running down the stairs. The two continue their chase in the living room.
Meanwhile, Hugh is still preoccupied looking for his shoes in the kitchen. Specifically, sticking his head in the oven.
"I smell burnt leather in here. My shoes must be at the bottom. I really am getting to the bottom of this!" Hugh laughs at his own joke.
The race is still on between Dukey and Johnny, as the latter opens the front door and starts to run outside. Dukey tries his best to keep up with him, but Johnny is managing to evade him by running on all fours.
"Being a dog's the best!" states Johnny.
"You don't have to rub it in," answers Dukey.
However, Johnny becomes so cocky over outrunning Dukey that he fails to notice a stop sign in his direction. Until it's too late.
"Whoa! Didn't see that coming," says Johnny, as his face hits the stop sign, stopping him dead in his tracks.
Dukey manages to catch up with Johnny, who is still on the ground in a supine position.
"Okay, Johnny. You win," concedes Dukey.
"Finally admitting I'm top dog, huh?"
"Yep. Of course, I guess that means you don't mind kissing a girl in the school play," says Dukey.
Now up from the ground, Johnny's ear perks up. "Say wha?"
"Oh, I didn't tell you? You're gonna have to kiss Sissy. Well, I will, since you want to be me and all."
Johnny is disgusted. "Me? Kissing Sissy? Bleh!"
"That's right. Your reputation's going to be tarnished, in front of the entire school," claims Dukey.
"Eh, so what? I'm still you, so that means you'll have to kiss her!" states Johnny, trying to shrug it off.
"True. Still, everyone will think it's you, and that's all you'll be remembered for. But I guess you don't care about that."
Johnny proceeds to pull on his ears. "I don't want to kiss a girl! Especially Sissy! Ugh, why'd you have to win the part?"
"I'm sorry! I can't help that I was born to perform!" replies Dukey.
Johnny admits defeat. "Okay, fine! I'll be me again."
"Good, because the play's in just a few hours. We don't have much time left!"
Johnny and Dukey enter the laboratory, where Susan and Mary are working on the Matter Transmitter.
"We need to swap back right now!" shouts Dukey.
"Like, now now!" adds Johnny.
"Have you boys ever heard of the word please?" asks an annoyed Mary.
Johnny and Dukey say in unison, "Okay, please switch us back!"
"Rushing us is only going to cause more problems," says Susan.
"After all, science has no time limit," claims Mary.
"And we already told you it would take a while to fix the Matter Transmitter."
"You don't understand! Johnny, er, Jukey if you will, needs to kiss Sissy tonight in a play! Wait, I mean, me, Donny, has to kiss her," states a confused Dukey.
"What?" inquire the twins.
Johnny tries to explain. "Dukey has to kiss Sissy in my body! Uh, my old body. Not this one. This is so confusing!"
"Thank you! I just want my warm fur back!" proclaims Dukey.
"And while being Dukey is amazing, I don't want to be him if it means kissing a girl at school! That's a fate worse than death!"
Johnny lets out a scream.
"Hey, you're getting really good at my freak outs!" claims Dukey.
"Thanks!"
"So, can you come up with a fix before the show?" asks Dukey.
"Not likely," states Susan.
"But that would be pretty unpleasant for Sissy," ponders Mary.
"We wouldn't want her to have to go through that."
"Come to think of it, there is something we can try. It'd be cutting it really close, but it's worth a shot," says a hopeful Mary.
"So, in order for this to work, one of you should stay here in the lab," instructs Susan.
Johnny raises his paw. "I call dibs!"
Mary types on a large computer. "With the Location Analyzer, zeroing in on Porkbelly Junior High's auditorium and setting the Matter Transmitter to a wide range should attract Dukey's gravitational pull directly to the lab, have his atoms put in the other pod, and return Johnny and Dukey to their correct bodies."
"Does that mean Johnny and I will be ourselves again before the kiss?" wonders Dukey.
"That's where the cutting it close part comes in. The Matter Transmitter needs to charge first before it can work properly."
"In theory, anyway," says Susan.
Mary gives her sister a stern look.
"What? You want me to just lie and say it'll happen with certainty?"
"Well, a maybe is better than nothing," states Dukey.
Dukey is now backstage at the school, when Sissy walks up to him.
"I hope you took a breath mint, Test," says Sissy.
"Sorry, I forgot. I've been too busy trying not to throw up."
"What's the matter? You don't want to kiss a girl? Afraid of catching cooties?" teases Sissy.
"Sure, let's go with that," snarks Dukey.
"It's not like I'm looking forward to it either, you know. Just make sure you don't blow it!"
Dukey takes a deep breath. "The show must go on."
As the curtains open, the play begins with Dukey, dressed as a knight, playing air guitar with his sword as he sings.
Long ago in Porkbellow
Existed a certain fellow
He is quite mellow
How would I know? He's me!
Sissy follows suit shortly afterwards. She is wearing a purple dress with a tiara.
There once was a princess
Wearing an ugly dress
Who was cast in this mess
That's causing her stress
"You and me both, sister," states Dukey.
"Sissy, those aren't your lines!" whispers Principal Harm.
"Hey, you wanted me to improvise!"
Principal Harm runs up on the stage. "Early intermission starts now!"
Later on during the play, Dukey sings to Sissy during a scene.
You have captured my heart
Like a poison dart
You're so smart
I can't imagine us being-
Just as Dukey sings "apart," a loose rope from a stage sandbag traps him by the foot, causing him to dangle in the air.
Sissy is so amused by it that she breaks character to laugh, which causes the audience to follow suit. Principal Harm, however, pulls the rest of his hair out.
"Come on, girls. There's not much time left before the end," states a worried Dukey.
The climax of the play occurs, as Sissy slowly walks up to Dukey.
Dearest knight who I miss
It has finally come to this
Knowing you has been bliss
I ask for your kiss
Both reluctant to pucker up, they have disturbed and disgusted looks on their faces as Sissy walks closer to him. But just before she reaches him...
...Johnny, now at the laboratory, steps out of the Matter Transmitter. He is back in his own body!
"Hey! I'm me again! Dukey, it worked! Dukey?"
The other pod opens, revealing it is empty.
At the auditorium, Sissy closes her eyes and is unaware she kisses Dukey, who is back to normal.
"Ooh, so close," remarks Dukey.
Sissy is completely dumbstruck, while Principal Harm faints. However, the audience claps in appreciation.
The following day, Dukey and Johnny are inside their bedroom.
"Sorry I got you grounded and all," says Dukey.
"Eh, it's cool. Besides, you really saved my butt."
"Yeah, well, I'm just glad to be me again," says a relieved Dukey.
"You're absolutely awesome, boy," adds Johnny.
"That's funny. I thought you said only my body was awesome," snarks Dukey.
Johnny is temporarily confused, before remembering. "Oh."
"All coming back to you now?"
"That came out wrong. You are awesome!"
Dukey doesn't believe him. "Yeah, right."
"I think I only said that because I wish I had some of your awesomeness," admits Johnny.
"Wait, is that why you wanted to keep my body?" asks Dukey.
"Well, yeah. You're the only dog I know who can burp the whole alphabet, dips his treats in coffee, and makes soup for me when I'm sick."
"I have to. Your Dad thinks meatloaf is the cure for the common cold," quips Dukey.
"I guess I just wanted that awesomeness for myself. I'm sorry, Dukey," says a sincere Johnny.
"You really do think I'm awesome," smiles Dukey.
"Can you blame me? You're the best friend a boy could have, fuzzy buddy," opines Johnny.
"I mean, I'm your only friend."
"The only one I need," says Johnny.
Dukey is touched. "I think I'm gonna cry. But they're happy tears this time!"
Johnny and Dukey hug, before the latter farts unexpectedly.
"Dukey!"
"What? I accepted your apology!" claims Dukey.
Johnny and Dukey laugh, as the episode irises out on their faces.