(Lord Hater's Spaceship)

The army of watchdogs, who had just changed to their pajamas, which also just so happened to look identical to their normal outfits, went to Commander Peepers. The army saluted the commander before walking back to their bedroom, Peepers saluting back before tilting his head down with a look of disappointment.

It had been a particularly rough day: the training sessions, while most did good, were below the expectations and their competence didn't change that much. Another mission to capture Wander and Sylvia failed, and another planet invasion went ultimately wrong, although the last one was beyond the watchdog's control to begin with because, for once, he didn't come up with a plan for the invasion.

Closing his eye, Peepers sighed and then walked to his room, which was located near his boss' room. He was just about to enter when he heard a familiar voice.

"Commander Peepers."

The voice slightly startled the watchdog, but he managed to stay calm enough to take a deep breath and turn around. The watchdog his only eye, and who he saw was none other than his boss: Lord Hater, standing at the door of his room, with his arms crossed and a look on his face that looked slightly displeased. The again, that was his most common look.

"Come here."

The watchdog obeyed without hesitation, and a few thoughts crossed his mind as he got closer and closer to the skeletal humanoid. Most of them were not good: was Lord Hater angry at him? Did he want to reprimand Peepers for losing Wander and Sylvia yet again? Or maybe Peepers messed up and Hater wanted to punish him with his green lighting powers? Considering the robed skeleton's personality, each idea was likely.

So finally, the watchdog and the skeleton met face-to-face, Peepers taking a deep breath and getting ready to brace for what was coming. After a while, Lord Hater extended his hand towards the watchdog's face, the watchdog looking and paying attention as he noticed something in the hand: a picture of Peepers looking excited with the words "well done" in red letters nearby.

"Take this."

Peepers obeyed and took the picture, his vision staying glued to the picture, making sure it was real as while the skeleton watched with a look of annoyance. After he had spent several minutes seeing it, Hater coughed, getting his attention.

"Don't throw it away, 'cause It's the only thing you'll get from me this month." Spoke Lord Hater with a serious tone. The watchdog glanced at the picture and then back at the robed skeleton. "I believe you have done...well enough, to deserve something like this. Besides, I have to admit you do try your hardest when you try to capture Wander and Sylvia, and that you're the most competent of the watchdogs, which while not very impressive is still something...and don't think this was something easy to make, because it wasn't, so if you lose it, you'll get my pure wrath. Understood?"

Peepers nods twice in response. "I hope so. Goodnight." tells Hater to the watchdog.

Hater then goes inside his room, closing the door as Peepers watches, looking at the picture one last time before making his way to his room, looking to his left and right before going inside.

(Commander Peepers' room)

The watchdog general walked to his bed, gripping the photo Lord Hater gave him as he did and not letting it go even after he was putting on the bed sheet. Before turning off the lights, he placed the picture on a shelf nearby, looking at it with a look of joy as he reached for the lamp.

"Thanks sir."

The watchdog turns off the light and falls asleep instantly.

The End