Odd lil fic part 13 million and three forths: Bandit's Day Out
Jonny Quest sat at the dining table in the kitchen, snacking on a piece of pie, when he noticed the kitchen side door open, and in ran Bandit, followed by his father, whose clothes were caked with dirt and reeking of dog.
As Bandit hightailed it for the living room, Jonny put down his fork and gawked. "Dad, what have you been doing, playing in the bushes? When you asked to borrow Bandit for the afternoon, I half expected to you to take him for a run or something. What happened?"
Dr. Quest wearily trudged over and took a seat beside his son at the table. "I was just doing an experiment in linguistics is all. I took him to the dog park that just opened on the other side of town, and fitted Bandit with a collar that would play certain formulated sounds that dogs normally make."
Jonny arched a brow. "You were trying to talk to the dogs? You are aware that Bandit is a dog, I hope."
"Ha, ha," his father replied wryly. "Bandit clammed up around the other dogs, so I had to resort to those measures- only when I started playing the sounds, they had- unwanted side effects."
Jonny was grinning from ear to ear. "Unwanted, eh? Do tell."
Dr. Quest squirmed in his seat. "Well, it seemed that the sounds attracted canines of the female persuasion that were in the park. They were swarming around Bandit like flies.
At first I thought they were going to attack him, but..."
His son was doubled over in laughter at this point. "You turned Bandit into...a..a..gigolo?"
"That's a little harsh, don't you think?" His father retorted. "Anyhow they would have all pounced if I hadn't had the presence of mind to yank him out of there and run. I just didn't anticipate them following us, that's all. I think I managed to lose them in some shrubs on the back here."
Jonny finally managed to stifle his laughter. "I'm sorry, Pop. You have to admit that the situation is kinda funny. Just be glad Race didn't get wind of this, he really would have laid it on thick."
Just then, they both heard the distinct ring of the front doorbell.
A few moments later, Race walked into the kitchen. "Hey Benton, the police are here, said something about you and Bandit inciting a riot at the dog par-"
He stopped short when he saw the condition of Dr. Quest's clothes. "Dare I even ask?"
Dr. Quest shook his head and got up from his chair. "If anyone needs me, I'll be explaining to the authorities about the merits of animal linguistics."