I shivered slightly and zipped my jacket up the rest of the way. Fall in Townsville was always really cold! Then again, the colorful leaves falling off the trees was great! But I still didn't like how cold it was most of the time.

"I wonder what Brick is doing..." I'd think about finding Butch to hang out with, but he was being weird. He kept flying off in the morning and didn't show up until really late. Brick probably wouldn't wanna hang out...he's been in a bad mood for a while.

"Huh? Oh hey! Wait don't run...oh nevermind, you can't," Across the street was this really mangy looking dog. Greasy brown fur, he was a walking dirt ball...but he wasn't walking very well. When I ran over to him I saw that the stupid dog must have gotten his leg cut off or something: he only had three!

"What happened to you boy? Piss off a cat or somethin'?" The stupid dog whimpered when he saw me and started growling when I pet him. I looked around, beaming when I noticed a hot dog stand nearby. Flying over, I knocked it over and snatched a couple hot dogs, chomping on one while I tossed the other one to the dog.

"Here you go, boy! Eat up!" I laughed at how he downed the hot dog faster than I'd ever seen anyone eat anything. I took another bite of mine and gave the rest to the dog. Now he was my best friend. He started limping after me when I walked away.

"You wanna come with me? Wicked!" I picked up the dog, who started licking my face. I chuckled and flew off. The dog hung his head over my shoulder, slobbering the whole trip home. When I landed, my shoulder was soaked!

"Hey Brick! I'm home!" My brother looked up from the couch and rolled his eyes.

"Hey...what's with the dog?" Brick almost turned back to the TV, but I guess he saw the dog and looked at it with a raised eyebrow. "Uh...what the hell happened to it?"

"I dunno, guess he got in a fight with a cat or a car or a bus or a weed-eater or somethin...so can I keep him?" Brick snorted and stood up, walking over to me and the dog. He shook his head at the mutt and then looked up at me.

"Boomer...why in the world would you want a stupid, lame dog?" I frowned and scratched the dog's ears. The dog sat back awkwardly, panting.

"He's not lame! He's a pretty cool little guy, he's tough just like us!" Brick shook his head and crossed his arms.

"Boomer..."

"Oh come on!" I whined, it always got on his nerves. He just couldn't tell me no if I was being whiny. Brick sighed and shrugged, sitting back down on the couch.

"Oh what ever...I don't care just don't let him shit all over everything," I grinned and picked up the dog, giving his paw a high five.

"Alright! I'm calling you Scooter, buddy!"