Fifi Me? Me?

by Egan

When Dudley goes on a mission alone, he finds a wonderful woman who goes by the name Fifi Wewe. Will he be able to balance it all, or will he fall to the ground and crack like an egg?

Dudley's POV

I don't know how exactly, but a few months ago, I had fallen in love with a frisky french poodle named Fifi Wewe. Turns out she was the Chameleon.

At present time, or preset time, not sure which, I was alone, no Kitty, no Keswik, no Chief. Just me.

I was walking down a dark alley when I saw her. She was a poodle, I could tell already she was running from something, not only because of my bloodhound nose, which told me she was wearing perfume, but I could see the rat chasing her.

I'm not kidding. It was a RAT chasing her.

I jumped out at the rat. "Snaptrap! I thought it was you! What's your sceme this time?" I yelled.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Snaptrap asked.

"Well, duh. I just asked you." I said.

"Well, Dudley, I don't know myself. I was sent on a secret mission that even I didn't know about." he said.

I didn't here anymore. I was looking at the poodle, or, more detail, the french poodle in the pink dress.

"Hey, Snaptrap, I like you, so, how about you go away, and I won't claw your eyes out."

That voice. It could only be...

Kitty jumped down behind me.

"Kitty! How did you find me?" I asked.

"Your mom gave me the tracking device." Kitty said.

"Oh." I said.

I turned back to the poodle. "Ma'am, for T.U.F.F. information files, I need to know your name and address."

"My name is Fifi. I live on Spaniel street." she said.

"Full name." I said.

"Fifi Wewe." she said.

I backed away.

"You aren't an accountant who can type ninety words per minute and can capture crickets in a flash, are you?" I asked.

"Well, actually, yes." Fifi said.

"Oh my God." I said.