A/N: I don't own T.U.F.F. Puppy. I do own Sam, Ruth, and Jen. ON WITH THE STORY! I LOVE CAPS LOCK!


Sam's P.O.V.

"Hey! No running in the building!" The chief told me at about six, the end of my working day, almost a month later.

"Sorry Chief! Got to go home real fast!" I shouted behind me. I ran all the way home, even rejecting a ride home from Dudley. A baseball game was on, and I HAD to watch it.

When I got home, I saw a letter taped on the front door. "Hmm? What's this?" I asked myself. I looked around and shrugged my shoulders. I went into my house and closed the door.

I opened the letter and read in my head. The letter said, "Samantha, or Sam as I know that's what you like to be called. You are one of the most beautiful creatures to ever walk the Earth. I love how strong you can be, and how you sing." I rolled my eyes at this. "Now I know you may be rolling your eyes at this sappy letter, but I really like you. Meet me at the tallest part of the Petropolis Bridge at eight tonight. Please wear something pretty. From your secret admirer."

I rolled my eyes again and crumped the paper. I threw it across the room. I sat down on the couch and watched the baseball game. It was the Boston Hounds against the Texas Bulls. "Come on Bulls. Come on! Oh! So. Very. Close," I said after one of the players hadn't made a homerun.

"Hey Samantha, what's this?" Rue asked.

I turned and saw her holding up the admirer's letter. "A dumb letter," I said.

"Are you going?" Rue asked.

"No," I said, turning to her, "I ain't dressing up like a stupid little princess."

Ruth smiled wide. "Uh, oh," I said.

An hour and a half later, I was in a dark blue knee high dress, and dark blue stilettos. Did I mention stilettos hurt? Well, they do. A lot. Anyway, I had on dark red lipstick and light blush to match my skin tone. I was at the bridge with my sister hiding in a bush. "I hate you," I told my sister, "So. Very. Much."

"Good," Rue said going back in her bush.

"Hello? Sam?" A voice called out. Oh. My. Goodness. I haven't heard that voice in a long time.

"Mark?" I called.

"Sam!" Mark exclaimed, running over to me.

"Mark!" I exclaimed. He picked me up and twirled me around. When I was back on the ground, I exclaimed happily, "What are you doing in Petropolis?!"

"I got a job here. Monorail Engineer," Mark told me.

"Oh, that's so cool!" I exclaimed, "Are you my secret admirer?" Mark always had a crush on me.

"Yeah," Mark said, rubbing his head. I looked at Mark in the moonlight. He was a tall, strong orange tiger with white stripes, and a few black stripes on his face. He usually wore blue jeans, converse, a black tee shirt, and a light red and black plaid jacket with only one of the buttons buttoned.

"What's with the get up?" He asked.

"My sister," I said, nodding, "She saw the part where you wrote wear something pretty, she made me dress like this."

"Oh. Well, let's go back to your place so you can change, and then we can catch a movie," Mark told me.

"Like, a date?" I asked.

"No. I think you made that very clear you didn't like me last time we saw each other," Mark said sadly.

I was VERY harsh when I told him I wasn't interested. "Right. I'm real sorry about that Markey," I said.

"Eh, it's okay," Mark said, smiling, "Come on, let's go to your place so you can change, and then we can go see a movie."

"Ooo, fun," I said.

So we went back to my house, and I quickly got changed. Then, we went to see a new movie.

After the movie, I had to take out my blaster. "What's with the blaster?" Mark asked.

"I smell the Chameleon," I told him, sniffing the air slightly.

"Who? And how?" Mark asked.

"The Chameleon is a shape shifting villain who can transform into anything he wants," I told him, "His weakness is getting his transformation suit wet. Water, juice, soda, any liquid really. Kinda lame if I do say so myself."

Mike chuckled and said, "That does sound really lame. Now, answer my second question."

"Every person has their own special smell. I can easily tell who's who with my wolf nose," I told him. I sniffed again and put my blaster away. "He's gone now," I told Mark.

Mark nodded and said, "So, I'll see you later?"

I smiled and said, "Yeah. Later." We went our separate ways, which was in opposite directions.

"How was your date?" Ruth asked, smirking. She had gone home right after Mark and I had gone to the movies.

"Wasn't a date. But, it was fun," I said, smiling, "We saw that new horror movie. It was sick. The good sick, not the bad kind."

"Fun," Ruth said, sarcastically.

"Where's Jenny?" I asked, using Jen's other nickname.

"I don't know. She left a note though," Rue told me, "It's too sloppy for me to read it though. It is on the table in the kitchen."

I walked over to the kitchen table and saw the messy handwriting of Jen. "Hey Sam," The Letter said, "Went to visit my dad. Be back in three days."

I put the letter down and said, "Her dad? Jen's dad is dead. How could she visit him unless…" I took a quick breath, "Oh, Jen! What did you get yourself into?!"

I put the letter in my pocket and ran out the door to find my kidnapped cousin. And I knew she was kidnapped. Her handwriting was never this neat.


A/N: Now, Review or else I'LL SLOW ROAST YOU OVER A FIRE AND FEED YOU TO SAM!