Prologue
It was a beautiful day in Puroro Town. The sun was shining, and the citizens were simply going about their business. A ship has just pulled into the town's port, under the cries of seagulls. But this wasn't just any ordinary ship. This was the ship of the famous pirate captain, El Dorado, an English Cocker Spaniel. He's had his fair share of battles on the sea; in fact, it is said that under his eye patch lie the scars from his battle with a terrifying monster squid that lurked beneath the ocean's waves.
El Dorado approached the town's resident mail man, a Bulldog named, creatively enough, Mr. Postman. The spaniel captain had an assignment for him. He took out a wet, soggy envelope that he had been carrying with him from his latest voyage. "Ahoy there," El Dorado greeted, " So yer the new mail man, are ya?" Then he explained what happened to the object he brought. "One of the new recruits put this letter in the wrong place, and it got soaked. So now the address is all smudged...Can ya still deliver it?"
"Hi there, Captain El Dorado!" came Mr. Postman's enthusiastic greeting. "Let's see," he mused to himself as he looked at the envelope for a moment before he responded to the captain's query with: "Hmm, it's barely legible... but I'll give it a shot." Then Mr. Postman bounded off to the town square with letter in tow to look for a certain someone who will help him determine which house to deliver it to. And after looking at a young Chihuahua and Dachshund couple conversing with each other, he found who he was looking for, an elderly Weimaraner wearing a hunting cap and round glasses who went by the name of Donatello. Mr. Postman approached the sleeping Donatello and let out a bark which, as if he uttered a magic word, woke the old dog from his slumber.
"Hey, Mister Donatello," Mr. Postman said, " could I ask you a favor? Take a look at this address... any idea whose it is?" Mr. Postman knew that if anyone could help him track down the owner of this letter, it would be Donatello. Why, the dog's practically a walking, talking encyclopedia, with knowledge of all the goings-on in town as well as its citizens. This is a trait that's not entirely uncommon for his age. "Well now, let's see..." said Donatello as he looked at the letter. "It's hard to make out, but..." He paused in thought for a beat before he said: "Ah, yes! It's that kid's house! You know, that Husky Duke! I believe there was a brother or a sister. Now which was it...?" He paused for another beat before he remembered that it was a sister and everything became clear to him. Then he continued. "Ah yes, I remember now. They're both good kids. It's a shame about their father though..." "It was a warm day..." Donatello mused, "or was it cold? Maybe it was cold... Either way, I'm pretty sure it was when the leaves were just turning color... Now this is going to be a long story, so if you'll just have a seat, I'll tell you all about it..." If there was another thing that Donatello was known for in this town, it was his long stories. But unfortunately for him, Mr. Postman was not interested in listening to this story, he had a job to do. "Oh, no thank you." Mr. Postman said in a respectful tone. "You've been a big help already. Thanks, Mister Donatello!" Then he took off to the Husky known as Duke's house. Little did he know that this was to be the start of a grand adventure.