I have no ownership of Housepets!

Never Have and luckily for you never will. Enjoy.

Yes yes allot of you have been asking why I took down my house pet stories... Someone went through and constantly reported my account and my stories. So yeah enjoy.

It was a dark stormy night when "it" happened. Max was knocked out and thrown in a van and Grape was shoved in a sack. Peanut tried desperately to help but was just too weak. One of the men grabbed the pup and stabbed a needle into his side, and soon Peanut was tired and sleepy. He fell to the ground and passed out, when he woke up he was in the exact same place he was when Grape was kidnapped. He began running, hoping to find some trace of his companion. It was no use, they were gone, and he couldn't do a thing to fix it.
Months went by, Peanut was always sad. Earl and Jill even took Peanut to a therapist, Peanut had been having trouble and began blaming himself. Months went by, all anyone could do is wait. After a while, someone finally found a lead. The fish emblem that hung from Grape's collar was found, and so tonight. Another month went by and Peanut was desperate, he would do anything to get Grape back. Peanut was having nightmares come night, every night he had dreams about what they did to her.
Peanut went to bed, tired as could be. He laid down, not bothering to cover up. He missed her so much, but there was nothing he could do. He waited for sleep to whisk him away and let yet another nightmare consume him. Inside his dream Grape had been mutilated and harmed in every way possible. He awoke same as always only this time it was after noon, he new what he had to do. He had to find Grape, and nothing would stop it.
And so, tonight Peanuts life will end... and his legend will begin.

Peanut went inside, a stern look on his face. He kicked the basement door open. He descended into the cold damp room and flicked on a light. Grabbing a crow bar and a coat, he began gathering things to aid him on his journey. He packed everything into a large black suitcase and placed it under a bridge... the next step was to fake is own death, he looked up at the sky "I'll be there soon, Grape", he whispered to himself.
The next day he gathered and audience and got on the top of the bridge, he was ready to jump. Everyone was watching and calling him down, his parents yelled "Peanut, get down from there! Please Peanut, we can't lose you too!" Unfortunately, Peanut was driven by something else. He was ready, he jumped off the bridge head first. In a few seconds he was greeted harshly by cold water. It threw his body into shock, but he swam with all his might to survive. he climbed up onto the bank and shook him self off, then back tracked back to the bridge.
It was dark now, and Peanut was dry now. He was dressed and in the process of walking to the last place he saw Grape. He looked around the area were the van was parked. "Bingo." he said. He found a card, it had the name of an old shipping company called "Black Works". He recognized it instantly, the company was located over near were he had jumped this morning. The police department had probably set out a search party to find his body, getting passed the search squad was not going to be easy.
He doubled-back to the bridge, hoping that no one would smell the scent of "wet dog" that was following him around. In an hour or so he had arrived to the old building, it had busted windows and broken down trucks in front of it. People were still working late to get shipments sent out, if he was going to survive he was going to have to be quiet and sneaky. "CRASH", he knocked over a trash can... a few of the workers went back to check out the situation, they found paw prints in the mud. Everyone went back to there usual jobs, ignoring the scene. Peanut was much more cautious now, being sure not to make the slightest noise. He slipped in the back door, then, walking slowly into the mailing office, he began reading up on shipment orders and the locations of the current shipments. He read through the shipment orders or pets, then cats. Soon he found exactly what he was looking for... Purple cat, age 5. It had been a year since he had seen Grape. Therefore, she would be five. If he was correct, she should be in box #36964. He put everything back and jumped out the window... He looked back in and saw the list of orders for stolen pets. he took out a match and struck it on the box then lit the papers on fire, being sure to snag the one he needed, then descended off the roof and into the cargo bay.

Peanut descended off the roof at a high speed, he managed to land in a dumpster without hurting himself too bad. His left paw was hurt but he could manage. He ducked behind a metal cargo bin, he sat down and carefully wrapped his paw in bandages before standing up and continuing to box #36964. He didn't walk more than a couple hundred feet before a gunshot rang through out the whole facility. He ducked back across the shipyard, trying to find a place to hide. He looked around before spotting a guy with a cattleprod, he ran up behind him and knocked him out with his crow bar, then picking up the rod he started running again. He was so close, there he saw box #36966. He was so close he searched around and found nothing. The cargo bin he was looking for was gone, he looked up and saw on the top of the stack cargo bin #3696-. The rest was un able to read. He grabbed the handle to the box in front of him and began climbing, as soon as he was to the top he opened the bin. There was Max's collar. He was close, Max was with her that night right before they were kidnapped. "If Grape was being shipped in this bin, why was Max's collar in here?" he thought to himself. Peanut looked back and fourth, wondering where to go next. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a dirty white piece of paper. He grabbed it, sitting on the edge of the box were he could read it in the light.
To whom this may concern,
Hi, I am Maxwell. Me and my girlfriend Grape have been moved to another bin.
The bin is located on the boat named the S. If anyone finds this please help us.

-Maxwell

P.S The boat leaves at 12:00 A.M.
P.S.S The bin number is #1445
Peanut crumpled the note and dropped it, another gun shot went off and barely grazed his arm. It was a close call but he wasn't wounded, only the skin was broken. Peanut grabbed Maxwell's collar and jumped, he sunk his crow bar into the metal bin. His plan failed as his crow bar got caught and dropped him to the ground. Luckily he was already close to the ground and wasn't hurt.
Peanut put Max's collar in his coat pocket and kept running, he could pick up something else later. Peanut kept running, looking at all the ships and making sure to find the one labeled "S.". At last he saw the boat, it had to be at least 400 feet away, he kept running, the boat horn going off and signaling for it to leave. The boat began moving. Peanut jumped, his hand grabbing the last bar of the ladder. He smiled as he began pulling himself up.
He landed on the boat, looking around he found a doorway leading to the cargo hold. He descended down, looking around seeing multiple crates. He opened one of the crates and found a mattress and a blanket, he was obviously on the right boat. He walked around the boat looking for a number #1445, he saw a #1445. It was too close to the wall to open. His only choice was to ride out the trip and wait for the workers to open the bins. He opened the bin next to it (#1444) and went in. He laid down and fell asleep peacefully.
"Grrrrr", Peanuts eyes flashed open. "This doesn't sound good", He muttered.

Peanut awoke the next morning, he rubbed his eyes and stood up. The mattress was the most uncomfortable thing he had ever slept on. He grabbed the door and tried to push it open... it didn't budge. He slammed into it again only to get the same result. He struck a match and looked around the cargo bin, there in the corner lay a big bruised bull dog. During the previous night, Peanut had shared a bin with a bulldog, and boy he wasn't happy.

To save time Im just going to combine chapters, so from now on 3 chapters will be in one post.