Disclaimer: I do not own original character from smk however I am borrowing them for the purpose of this story. The story idea and additional characters are mine.



DOG WARS



Chapter 1 The Great Escape

Lightning lit up the night sky revealing a gray panel Chevy van bumping along a narrow two-lane highway. Thunder awakened the tall, thin passenger, who rubbed his eyes and stretched.

"Where are we?" the passenger asked with a yawn. Looking though the rain splattered windshield, he was barely able to make out the passing forest.

"We're about 15 miles from the airport."

"What are you going to do with your share of the money, Roy?" asked the passenger grinning.

"I'm going to South Padre Island and lay on the beach, a drink in one hand and a babe in the other," replied Roy reaching out a beefy arm and hooking it around an imaginary babe.

"Hey, that sounds like fun. I'm going with you.

"No way, Jake!"

"Why not?"

"Because I say so!" came the angry response.

"Just because you're my big brother, you can't tell me what to do," shouted Jake crossing his arms over his chest while giving his head a confirming nod.

"Ahh, just go check on the mutt," replied Roy, trying to change the subject.

Jake gave him a frown as he got up and moved to the back of the van. He knelt down on one knee and opened the door of a dog kennel.

"How ya doing in there, mutt?" he asked with a grin peering into the kennel.

Just then, the van lurched throwing Jake and the dog carrier against the back door. The door opened spilling man and dog carrier into a muddy ditch. A white, furry dog leapt from the carrier and ran into the woods, trailing his leash. Several feet into the woods, the leash snagged on a low tree branch stopping the dog in its flight. The dog swung around, gave a firm tug and slipped from its collar.

Jake stood up in the ditch shaking his hands, his body covered with mud. "What happened?" he asked Roy observing him running around the end of the van.

"A dang deer ran out in front of me. Which way did that dumb dog go?" questioned Roy as he spied the open, empty kennel.

"That way," Jake said pointing into the tangled undergrowth.

"Come on then."

Jake climbed up the slippery ditch and followed Roy into the dense woods muttering to himself. The rain continued to pelt the two brothers even in the thick undergrowth of the woods as they searched for the dog.

The morning dawned clear and bright. A weary Roy trudged to the van, his clothing soaked, muddy, and torn. In his right hand he carried a blue collar and leash. Opening the van door he discovered Jake reclining in the passenger seat snoring loudly. Climbing into the driver's seat, Roy reached over and stabbed a fat finger into his sleeping brother's ribs.

"Well, good morning sleeping beauty. Did you get all the beauty rest you needed?" quipped Roy as he started the van and backed it out of the ditch with a hard jerk of the wheel.

"It's about time I heard from you," shouted the angry voice coming from the pay phone Roy was using. "You missed the flight, but I still want that dog!"



"What do you mean you lost him?" shrieked the man on the other end of the phone. The room was dark making it was hard to see little more than a shadow of a man lying in bed. "Well, you had better find him and he better be alive or you'll be dead! "

The man slammed down the phone. "Nit wit," he mumbled as he pulled up the covers and turned over to finish his night's sleep.