'That idiot's gonna have what's coming to him,' a dark, gruff voice as he made his way out of the heap of junk. He had been stuck there for days, only able to eat the garbage that lay around him. 'I haven't forgotten what he did to me. What he took from me...'
He strutted around the junkyard, the place he called his kingdom, plotting away on how to get revenge.
"That house pet thinks he's safe from me, but he's got another thing coming," the Rottweiler growled, kicking a can into an old armoire. He noticed a couple of rats, staring at him. "WHAT YOU LOOKING AT!?" he barked, chasing them out. He looked at his reflection in a puddle and sighed. "A disgrace, that's what. I'm nothing like I used to be. The old me would never have let the Scampaloser live after that stunt he pulled." Hearing that name again just fuelled his anger. "The old me would have dealt with him, like old times with the Tr-"
He shook his head, stopping him from finishing his sentence. "Snap outta it, Buster! Remember, he abandoned you! You don't need him." Buster realized something, though. "I do need someone. I've gotta set up a new team of Junkyard Dogs." Looking up, he walked over to the pipe that led to the park and crawled through it. When he got out, he saw that it was empty, save a few dogs- a male Golden Retriever with a scabby left ear and green eyes, a female Dalmatian with blue eyes and a blue ear piercing in her right ear, twin male Lurchers with brown eyes and a male Koolie pup with hazel eyes, one of which was scarred over from his forehead to his cheek, and a red bandana. "Looks like I found a team," Buster chuckled, approaching the group. "What's up, fellas?"
In an instant, they all turned to Buster, snarling like they were rabid.
"What are you doing here?" asked the Retriever, fixing a deadly stare on Buster. "This is our territory."
"Yeah, so if ya wanna live," one of the Lurchers threatened, "get out now."
"Whoa, whoa," Buster surrendered, sneering at their attempts to get rid of him, "steady on." He walked up to the Dalmatian. "What's up, good looking?" She just stuck her nose up at him.
"Who do you think you are?" the Koolie asked, about ready to rip Buster's leg off.
"Names Buster, kiddo," the Doberman commented slyly, "and since you clearly don't know who you're talking to, let me re-educate you. I'm the top dog around here. So, better show some respect."
The pup was just about to unleash hell, but the Retriever put a paw in front of him. "Wait a minute," he said, "I think I've heard that name before. You used to be part of the, uh, the Junkyard Dogs, didn't ya?"
"PART OF!? I was THE Junkyard Dog, the leader of the pack!" Buster beamed with pride as he uttered those words.
"Before they left ya, that is. Last I heard, you were under a pile of junk, coz of some kid." The pack of dogs sniggered at Buster's misfortune, but the Junkyard Dog shrugged it off.
"It was a lucky shot," he replied, "but not something I will ever make again. As for the others, they chose the life on the leash, the fluffy pillow life, the life of... house dogs." He had to whisper the last part, as it made him shudder, as it did the others. "So, I need a new team. Some guys who can cause havoc and ruin the peace with me. You guys look like you really like to cause mischief and I can tell you ain't afraid to get rough. How'd you like to join with me? Imagine what we can do."
The offer was tempting, so much so that the others had to consider it together.
"Whatcha think?" asked the Dalmatian, as they huddled up.
"Could be a trick," the other twin replied, "he's not known fo' 'is honesty."
"Then again," mentioned the pup, "he is known for his ferocious style. He's got an attitude, which if he's on our side, would be useful against dog catchers and other dogs."
"What d'ya think, man?" the first twin asked the Retriever. "It's up ta you."
Thinking about it, he came to a decision. "Tell you what, Buster," he spoke, grabbing the Doberman's attention, "I think you could be a useful ally... under one condition."
"Sounds good to me," Buster barked, "you name it."
"We've got an old foe to deal with while we're in town. You may be familiar with him." He walked over to Buster and whispered something into his ear, which made Buster sneer. As they walked away, all Buster could think was, 'Bea-utiful'.