Road Rovers: The Blitzkrieg Cometh

"Well, guys, are you ready to go?" asked Hunter. Instead of his usual attire, the retriever wore a red T-shirt, loose-fitting white shorts, and a green visor.

Exile lifted his head and blinked bloodshot eyes. "Sorry, comrade, but I am not feeling so cold. I think I may be coming down with a hot." (Of course he meant, "Not feeling so hot…may be coming down with a cold) To emphasize his point, he coughed a few times.

"Oh, bummer," said Hunter. "Well, I guess it's just the four of us."

Shag nodded, then paused as his phone rang. He pulled it out of his fur and answered. "Rerro? Rah. Ruh row ruh rur ruh." He turned to Hunter and, placing a paw over the phone, uttered a further string of dog-words.

"You're kidding me!"

"Ruh-ruh," Shag shook his head.

"What'd he say?" asked Colleen, dressed in a white T-shirt and modest pink shorts.

"He says he forgot he's supposed to make an appearance on a cooking show today."

"Oh, brilliant," muttered Colleen. That left just three for tennis: herself, Hunter…and Blitz.

"Oh, I almost forgot," added Exile weakly. "Weird boy won't be coming. He said he got coupon for a free manicure."

Colleen rolled her eyes. "Fluffypants," she muttered.

Hunter nodded and shrugged. "Well, Colleen, do you want to cancel the game, or just play it one-on-one?"

Colleen didn't answer, but she picked up her racket and followed Hunter to the Street Rover with an unmistakable smile on her lips.

As soon as they were out of sight, Exile reached up to his eyes and removed two contact lenses, each with a red, cracked-looking design on it. "These novelty lenses sure did the trick-ski," he said cheerfully.

As Hunter and Colleen drove out of the base, they passed Blitz, who was a little too bothered at the moment to notice them. Pulling into the base, he glared at Exile and Shag. "Okay, who forgot to tell me the place was closed?"

Exile and Shag exchanged grins. Not only was the place closed, but the coupon they had given Blitz was expired.

Blitz looked around. "Where is everyone?" he wondered.

"Oh, they are long gone," said Exile. "Hunter and Colleen, they have flown the jail like coop-birds."

Blitz's eyes widened. "What? How could they leave for the game without me? Everyone knows I am the best."

"Dah," remarked Exile facetiously. "You are in league by yourself." He neglected to mention that being in his own league was the only way Blitz could be he best in a league or team of any kind.

"Well, never mind," said Blitz. "I'll catch up with them in no time."

"Nyet! They are supposed to have space!" protested Exile.

"What are you talking about now?" asked Blitz, furrowing his brow.

"Shag and I got them to go, just the two of them. Is time they stop beating with hands around bush full of birds."

"Okay, I have no idea what you just said, but now I'm definitely going." And with that, Blitz revved the motor and peeled off in a cloud of smoke.

Exile looked at Shag. "Think we should stop the weird boy?" he asked.

Shag shrugged. "Ruhrro," he replied. Then he noticed the clock. "Ruh ro. Rah rah ro," he added, taking off. He had places to go, people to see, and food to cook on Chef TV.

Exile just shook his head. "I am getting stinking feeling about this."

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