The Haunted Diaper
It's a lovely day in New York city. Inside Holly's Puppy Pound, Whopper, the youngest member of the Pound Puppies, is starting his day. He stands on a stepstool in the bathroom, brushing his teeth. He hops down. "Hm, wonder what's for breakfast?' he muses, as he makes his way toward the kitchen.
As soon as Whopper steps out into the hallway, his diaper falls down. "Oops!" he quickly pulls it back up. He walks a little more, and it falls down again. "Huh." He quickly runs over to Scrounger's doghouse and grabs a couple of pieces of tape from Scrounger's tape dispenser, which he then uses to secure the tabs on his diaper. "There! That should take care of that."
The little puppy then continues his trek to the kitchen. Standing in the doorway, he sees all of the other Pound Puppies sitting at the dinner table, with Holly standing close by. "Hi, guys!" Suddenly, just as the others look over at him, his diaper falls down again. He quickly pulls it back up, his face bright red. "Aw, swell! It WOULD have to happen right when everyone's looking right at me!"
Whopper seats himself at the table; Holly places a dog dish full of dog food in front of him. The little puppy picks up a spoon and begins to gobble down the food. Unbeknownst to him, his diaper falls down again as he's eating. "Mmm, this food is so GREAT! You've really outdone yourself, Holly!"
"Uh, Whopper..." Holly says.
Whopper doesn't hear her. "Honestly, it's got the BEST flavor! Is this gourmet kibble?"
"Uh, Whopper..."
"I mean, like, if there was a gourmet restaurant for dogs, they could totally make a mint off of this!"
Uh, Whopper," Holly says tactfully. "Do you, uhm, notice something?"
"Sure! I notice that this is the greatest food EVER!"
"I mean, uhm, do you, perhaps, feel a draft?"
"Draft? Oh no, I'm WAY too young to be joining the army."
"I mean, uhm, did you notice something missing?"
Whopper thinks for a second. "Oh, right! It could use a little bit of salt. Thanks, Holly!" Whopper climbs down from his chair, and promptly trips. "WHOOOOOA!" He lands flat on his nose. "OOF!"
"Now, Whopper," Scrounger says sardonically. "What do you suppose caused this to happen?"
"Maybe I oughta start wearing a belt." a red-faced Whopper mumbles to himself.