CANINE RESCUE!
Chapter 2
As the black jet reached over Shelter 17, after passing a city of some sort, Zach put the jet on hover mode / auto pilot, beamed himself down to the parking lot, and stormed in to the head dogcatcher's office.
Hello Sir," Zach snarled.
What the?!" Leonard McLiesh the head dogcatcher, himself, "Ugh you again! Well, If your here to bother me again, then just leave!"
Uh, I'm not here to bother you again, I'm here to bring my stupid dog back here to this, ick, dumb
pound!"
"Yes, Yes, I'll get Olaf—Wait! You hate dogs?"
"Yeah! You….. get me!"
the two exchanged laughs!
"Leonard McLeish, head dog catcher!"
"Zach Varmitech, at your service, and trust me if you or rather WE hate dogs, we could make an alliance what do you say cuz?!"
"Hmm, … DEAL! You have my word! Olaf, take this mutt into the pound." McLeish said turning to his short mustachioed assistant dogcatcher, sweeping up the floor in the office.
"Uh, yes Mr McLeish." Olaf said putting his broom down and obeying his boss.
As Olaf put Zach's black lab into the pound, McLeish ordered Olaf a favor.
"Olaf, you're in charge until I get back," He Said, "Take care of the dogs there, as if I would, ugh!"
"Okay!" Said Olaf.
As McLeish followed Zach to be beamed up to Zach's Jet, up there, Zach and McLeish were in their latest conversation.
"So," Said Zach, "Since we both hate dogs, I have an a new invention that could have those critters do what we say! And here it is!"
Zach walked over to a certain something covered covered by a cloth, as he unveiled it.
"Ta Daaa!" He presented. "My new—well new for you—hypnotizing collars. The plan for that didn't work the last time hence the Wild Kratts as usual, FOILING MY PLANS! Along with some girl named Blythe Baxter and her friends helping them — including Aviva Quirkovado— take back all the pets from Littlest Pet Shop in Downtown city. Aah, Whittany and Brittany Biskit, I'll never forget you! Anyway, I'm trying this again, unlike Downtown City's tycoon, Fisher Biskit, I know you can trust me, like his daughters can."
"Of course I can," McLiesh said. "I don't hate these Icky dogs for nothing!"
"Then, we have a deal, let's sneakingly steal some dogs from shelter 17 and more places and we'll—well you'll be rich! I already am!"
"You've had me at hello!"
And the two Laughed as they plotted their scheme!
