Skipper took a sip of his fish coffee from his favorite mug. He glanced at the clock. 6:30. "Time to wake the others up." He said to himself as he got up from the concrete table he was sitting at. "Up and atom boys!" he called as he finished his coffee. The team got up groggily. It was half an hour earlier than usual.
"Ugh, Skipper, why do we have to get up so early?" groaned Kowalski as he rubbed his eyes to wake himself up and shake off the remaining sleep inside of him.
"Because, there's been a complaint that Elmer's friend, Dave, is running loose in the park, and has been looking for some grub here in the zoo!" Skipper answered sternly as glared at his soldiers.
"You mean that large and rather intimidating Great Dane with the spiked collar and white fur with black spots?" asked Private as he became more alert.
"No, the pretty poodle wearing a hat made of apricots!" Skipper answered sarcastically as he threw his flippers into the air while waving them. Private looked to the ground dully.
Kowalski pulled out a large chart out of nowhere, and began to explain the plan that they had disgust the night before. "We'll have to find the dog and surround it on all sides, Rico, that's when you'll hack up the knock out gas, we'll be wearing gas masks, so we'll be unaffected by it. Then, as soon as Dave is unconscious, we'll bring him to the humane animal shelter that's two block away from this zoo, seems easy enough." Kowalski grinned at his bold plan and statement.
"Alright then, let's roll men!" said Skipper as he signaled them to belly slide out of the HQ. They got into their fighting stances as they glanced around the zoo perimeter.
"Nothing yet." commented Kowalski briefly. Just as he did, a large shadow stood over them. A single sliver of drool fell on Skippers beak. Annoyed, he flicked it off, but to no avail. A thick sort of saliva fell on him like rain as Skipper looked up along with the rest of his team. A large, muscular, white Great Dane stood feet above them. Black splotches covered his body, one over his right eye, three on his thigh, one on his left ear, a couple on his tail, and many on the pads of his paws. His spiked collar seemed to increase his vicious image as the silver blades stuck out of the gray strap along his neck. Two thirds of a metal chain hung from the collar as it dangled on his chest and rattled as his lips pulled back into a demonic and psychopathic laugh, it looked as if it had been forcefully ripped off of the other part of the leash, or chain.
The foam in his mouth ceased as he retracted his claws and began to shake and shiver, as he growled and spit into the air with a wild swing of his head. The fur on his back and shoulder blades stood up and vibrated along with his body as he got into an attack position. He snarled as his flaming red eyes sparked and became just mere dots as they widened. His teeth revealed themselves as he snapped his jaws in mid air, trying to show off the strength, force, and speed his muzzle could posses.
Skipper stepped back a little as he starred into the crazy eyes of the dog above him. He shook his head in realization as he began to attack. Kowalski tried to confuse it with many different movements all at once. Private twirled in between its feet trying to disorient it. Rico just tried full on attack mode by impulse. Skipper kicked its legs and clung onto its head as he tried punching it. Kowalski flung a firm rope over its body as it fell near Private, he grabbed a hold of it as he threw it to Rico, and then to Skipper as they tied Dave down. Dave howled as he dug his large claws swiftly into Skippers left side as he pulled him in and clamped his jaws on his right flipper. Skipper yelled in pain and agony as he struggled to speak, he motioned for Rico to hack up the sleeping gas. Skipper pressed his mask against his blood stained face as he shut his eyes tightly, hoping for the dog to release its powerful grip on him.
Dave's eye lids began to fall as he opened his muzzle in a large yawn. Skipper gasped as he tumbled out of the dogs strong paws.
"Skippah! Are you alright?" asked Private as he helped his leader up.
"Yeah, just fine." Skipper choked out as he tried to keep his balance.
"Skipper! We have to bring you back to the HQ! Those wounds could be serious. Rico and Private can bring the dog to the shelter and I'll bring you back to HQ!" Kowalski offered a wing around his leaders shoulder as Skipper limped away gasping for breath with him. He couldn't disagree because he couldn't even walk by himself. He knew it would be a long road to recovery…
