Author's Note: Hey, you guys! First of all, I just wanted to thank everyone who has been reading and/or reviewing to my stories. It's great to know people are reading and reviewing my fanfics. :) Second of all (as I usually say), I do not own any of these characters, except for Roy, Woody, Buddy, Little Robin Redbreast, and Rockin' Robin. I do not own the Rugrats Comics, or the Rugrats episode where Spike runs away (I can't think of what they're titled, but the story is based off of one of my Rugrats Comics with some major changes, and the Rugrats episode where Spike runs away gave me some inspiration as well. :) ). I hope you enjoy the story!

WARNING: If you really don't like pets, especially dogs, I suggest you read this story! You'll meet some cute ones! XD

Prologue

The yellow lab lay on the soft green grass, sleeping peacefully. It was a wonderful Saturday. The sun was shining, it wasn't too cold out, and the kids were sleeping in after a long week of school. Plus, to make it even better, he was sleeping in a warm sunny part of the backyard. To think it was only eight o' clock in the morning!

The yellow lab, with his keen sense of hearing, heard a small brushing sound. He opened a weary eye, and glanced to his left. No wonder. His little black lab brother by five minutes was licking his paws while he was trying to sleep! The yellow lab was always annoyed when the black lab did that. And this wonderful Saturday morning didn't change that.

The yellow lab sat up. "Roy," he started angrily, "must you always clean yourself every single morning? It gets a little annoying after awhile."

Roy paused mid-lick, and looked up at his older brother. "Sorry, Woody." He wiped his face with his paws. "I didn't mean to wake you."

Woody chuckled. "You say that every morning, and yet you do it anyway." He shook his head. "What am I going to do with you little brother?"

Roy thought for a moment. "Well, we could always have our breakfast." He glanced around, his floppy black ears perking up as they always did when he was curious about something. "When are we getting our breakfast anyway?"

"I was actually thinking the same thing." Woody replied. "I'm hungry."

Roy stood up and did a huge stretch. "Maybe we should walk around afore you get all acited about your breakfast."

"Me?" Woody asked incredulously. "Look, Roy, I know I get excited about breakfast too, but you're the one who gets ecstatic."

"Pffft!" Roy exclaimed, waving his right paw. "Get outta here, Woody!"

"Have I ever told you something that wasn't the truth?"

"You mean besides the time your eye got your left eye bruised?"

"That was different, Roy! I was observing an ant on a rock, and as I leaned closer, the rock poked me in the eye! I didn't want to make a fool of myself!"

Roy shook his head. "I'd still call that a lie."

"Look," Woody exclaimed, "whether I lied or not isn't the point! The point is-,"

"Roy!" an adult female voice called. "Woody! Breakfast!"

Roy ran as fast as his four legs could carry him. "COMING!" he yelled. "COMING!"

"Like I said," Woody said, shaking his head with his eyes closed, watching Roy zoom across the yard, "ecstatic." He quickly ran after him.

Once their bowls of Dog Chomp were placed down next to each other, Roy and Woody started eating. After Woody had licked his bowl clean, Roy asked, "So Woody, what are our plans for today?"

Woody thought over this in puzzlement. After all, that was a good question. "I don't know." he replied. "I mean, it's the weekend. We don't have any big jobs to do or any messes we need to clean up."

Roy smiled, and his tail started wagging happily. "Does that mean we can play games today?"

Woody shrugged. "I guess so!"

"Oh, boy!" Roy exclaimed, running across the yard. "Last one to the kiddy pool is a rotten egg!"

Woody's mouth opened wide, as he raced after his little brother. "No fair!" he cried. "You got a head start!"

Roy laughed as he jumped into the kiddy pool. Woody chuckled as Roy lay down in the middle of the pool and bobbed his head up and down in the water like a seal. Woody hopped in after him and started doing the doggy paddle at the edge of the pool, and ran around in circles. Roy laughed, watching his older brother.

The Labradors continued to splash around in the pool, when suddenly a large beeping sound was heard.

Woody glanced down to see that his magenta colored collar was flashing and causing the all of the noise. He glanced over to see that Roy's red collar was flashing and beeping too.

"So much for having a day off." Roy mumbled sadly.

"Maybe next time." Woody exclaimed. "Come on!"

They quickly shook the water off their fur, and went running up the small hill in the backyard, into the small area of woods. Soon, they found the spot they were looking for. Roy's stump.

You see, the reason why they called it Roy's stump was because whenever the kids came outside to play with them, Roy would usually climb up onto that stump and sit on it. And as they came to notice that Roy would sit on it more and more, the boy, one day exclaimed, "Notice that Roy always sits on that stump? This should be his stump." To which, the girl nodded and said, "I agree!" So, from then on, the giant stump in the backyard became Roy's stump. But there was only one reason Roy would sit on that stump when he was up there with the kids. He didn't want them to see what it really was.

Roy quickly glanced back. No movement. "The coast is clear." he whispered to Woody. "You go down first, and I'll follow you."

Woody nodded, quickly glancing back once more to make sure Roy was correct, and quickly sat on the stump.

"Password." a robotic voice said.

"Squeaky Toy!" Woody replied.

"You may enter."

Suddenly, the top part of the stump slowly began to sink. Lower and lower it went for about twenty feet. Then, as suddenly as the stump began sinking, it stopped. Woody jumped off, and the stump automatically went back up.

Woody glanced around. The room he was in was huge. There were some walls with pink wallpaper and purple carpet. There was a small refrigerator that was stacked with bones, treats, and many other food items. But, most importantly, there was a huge dashboard with about five TV screens and plenty of buttons and switches.

"Hello?" a voice was saying. "Hello? Roy? Woody? Anybody?"

Woody quickly ran up to one of the doggy beds that was placed in front of the dashboard, and placed his walkie-talkie headset on his on his floppy ears. "This is Woody, Super Pup agent. Roy will be down here in a minute. What's the situation Buddy?" He flipped up a couple of switches, and the largest TV screen came on. A German Shepard was staring at him with a serious look on his face.

"I don't have time for this!" Buddy exclaimed angrily. "You both need to go on this mission! Where's Roy?"

"Here I am!" Roy exclaimed, jumping off the stump. "Sorry I'm late! The stump took a little while to come back up! Anyway," he added, winking at the TV screen, "you look very nice today Buddy!"

Buddy shook his head, chuckling. "Never mind that now, Roy. We've got a real emergency here. Now, I know you're just a rookie Roy, but I think you can handle it."

It was true. Roy had only started going on missions about a month ago, while Woody had been doing it for three. Woody was in the middle class, while Roy was at beginners class. You see, Roy and Woody's job was to help pets who were in danger. That included finding pets who were dumped out on the street and to find them new homes, help dogs who survived getting hit by a car and lost a leg learn how to walk, helping animals who were treated cruelly by their owners by having a support group session a least once a week and talking about it to help them feel better, you name it! Roy and Woody did it all!

"Well," Roy stated, "it must be a really big emergency if you're calling us on a weekend to do it!"

Buddy nodded. "Very big." He leaned in toward the Labradors more, and whispered. "Some kid and his friend are trying to release the kid's pet dog into the wild!"

Roy and Woody gasped. That was huge.

"Why would someone want to do that?" Woody asked, unbelievingly. "These kids should know that a household dog will never survive out there!"

"I know this sounds unusual," Buddy stated calmly, "but these kids don't know any better. Meet Tommy Pickles."

A picture of a baby with hardly any hair with a blue shirt and a diaper appeared on the screen. "He's one year old." Buddy continued. "Apparently, he's got the idea that if other animals are wild, why couldn't his dog?"

"Here's Chuckie Finster." Buddy flashed a picture of a baby with frizzy red hair and glasses, with a blue planet T-shirt and green shorts with cool pattern. "He's two years old. Chuckie isn't too sure of Tommy's plan, and has told him that several times. But, being his best friend and all, he wants to help Tommy do what he thinks is right. According to Spike, Tommy's dog, Tommy's a really determined kid. But Chuckie, not so much. Your mission, Roy and Woody, is to help Chuckie Finster convince Tommy not to release his dog, Spike, into the wild. Or you can convince Tommy yourself. Whatever you do though, make sure Spike doesn't leave that backyard!

"Oh, and Roy and Woody, if you complete this mission successfully, you'll both move up to the next class!"

"Oh boy!" Roy cheered. "Middle class!"

"I always dreamed of moving up to high class," Woody exclaimed, "but I never imagined it would happen so soon!"

"Well," Buddy chuckled again, "you will! That is, if you get the babies to not release the dog out into the wild."

"We won't let you down sir!" Woody said, putting his paw up to his forehead sideways in a salute.

"Very good." Buddy praised. "Oh, and while you're at it, this is Tommy's playmate Danny Fenton." He show one more picture of a boy with messy black hair, wearing a blue T-shirt, a red vest, and a pair of blue jeans. "He's five years old and can talk to babies. Maybe he can help you. He had a report to do that he's stressed out about, but Spike thinks that you can help him with that. So," the German Shepard added smiling, "you think you Super Pups can handle all of this?"

"Totally!" Roy exclaimed.

"Very good!" Buddy smiled proudly. "All of your gear is stored in your magic collars. Now, get moving! You don't have much time!"

"Thanks, Buddy!" Woody exclaimed.

The Labradors ran up to one of the walls and pushed a clear colored button. The stump came back down after a minute or so of impatient waiting, and they climbed onto it.

"We really need to get a faster route down here and back." Roy said, to Woody.

"Definitely." his older brother replied.