OK, this one will be a bit off-scale mad, but the beloved episode "Two Dozen and One Greyhounds" will be fun. Thanks for your reviews, Vitani825 and KittyKatBFF. Great ideas for stories, will definitely use them after the next two episodes.

After that nightmare vacation, it was autumn break and we were off school. That was when our dog, Santa's Little Helper, got a girlfriend. He'd been a racedog originally, but one Christmas the owner decided he didn't want him anymore because he kept coming last. Bart and Dad were there, and Bart persuaded Dad to take him home. That was our main Christmas present, except for a couple of token things. I got cool fingerless gloves.

Anyway, we went to the racetrack, and SLH saw a dog called She's The Fastest, and they fell in love. The owner, for some reason, didn't want her any more, so we got her. The inevitable happened – they had puppies. Not just a few. Twenty-five!

I got to name five, so only five puppies had cool non-conventional names. I called them Sweet Destruction, Statement, Black Star, Deathly Beautiful, and Pink Bones. They were adorable, in spite of the gothic-girl names they got. I could only tell my five apart from the others, because like us Simpsons, the ones who named them seemed to follow their attitude. Well, my five did. Within a few days, they were all over my style and hanging around my jewellery, too.

But after a few weeks, all the puppies lived up to the name I gave Sweet Destruction. All Bart's socks were destroyed within a short period of time. The puppies took Dad's chips before he could eat them. Lisa found the dogs ate her homework. My trainers' laces disappeared repeatedly and we had to buy a total of forty new ones in a week. We didn't have anywhere to put the puppies anyway. SLH was enough, and he was pretty destructive too, though not as much since the puppies were born.

"Your mother and I have been thinking about giving the puppies away." Dad told us.

Bart and Lisa began to protest.

"Mainly your mother." Dad said quickly.

"Is this what happens in this family?" Lisa cried. "When someone becomes an inconvenience we get rid of them?"

"Like Grampa, shoved in the old people's institution?" I said dryly. "Yeah. But I love the puppies, even though they're annoying."

Mom and Dad agreed to give the puppies one last chance. It lasted for a couple of hours, until a couple of the puppies spoilt a dinner party that was vital to succeed for Dad.

So the puppies had to go. But they hated being split up. It was clear that we couldn't keep them happy and have them bought by different people, but we couldn't keep them all (although I was hoping we could at least keep one, most hopefully the well-behaved ultra-cool Deathly Beautiful. She was so cool!).

"Who can take all of them?" I wondered.

Just I thought that, Dad's boss, Charles Montgomery "Monty" Burns, offered to buy all of them. But there was something about the way he was acting was off. After all, everyone knew that Mr Burns was the most evil man in Springfield, and also the oldest. He wouldn't be able to handle twenty-five puppies if we couldn't. He did have his loyal assistant, Mr Smithers, but if a family couldn't handle them, he probably couldn't, either. And the smirk on his face made us distrustful of him straight way.

"Don't give the puppies to him." Lisa whispered to Mom and Dad. "He'll be mean to them."

For once, I agreed with my little sister. "She's right." I said. "I don't think his motives are good from the way he's acting."

"There's something about his face I don't trust." Mom agreed. She was right. Mr Burns was about a hair away from doing a cartoon-villain maniacal laugh.

Dad nervously relayed our message about not having the puppies, sugar-coating it, then asking "Am I fired?". He wasn't, but a day later, we found the puppies were gone.

The police looked for them, but finally, they said "I don't think we're ever going to find your greyhounds. Maybe Mr Burns will sell you one of the twenty-five he got last night."

"How dare he!" I fumed after they'd gone. "What does he want with them? He doesn't even like animals!"

"I think we better spy at his mansion tonight." Bart said. "You in?"

"Definitely." Lisa and I said. As much as I was sick of buying new shoelaces, I didn't want my cuties mistreated in any way. Maybe it was just fate, or maybe it was a stupid thing to do, naming one of the dogs Sweet Destruction, but that's what they created; sweet destruction. But I loved them just as much as my siblings did.

We went to spy through the windows, climbing over the gate and up the ivy. But none of us could've been more surprised at first. The puppies seemed happy enough and Mr Burns was treating them nicely, mostly. One puppy even stood on his hind legs and smiled. It was one of mine – Statement. Burns seemed thrilled from what we could see and hear. As he walked into another room, Lisa said "Maybe we were wrong about Burns on this one." We sneaked to the next window, where the room was full of clothes.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this, sir?" Mr Smithers was asking. "You do have a very full wardrobe as it is." What was he talking about?

"Yes." Mr Burns smirked. "But not completely full. You see-" he began singing! "Some men hunt for sport, others hunt for food.

The only thing I'm hunting for...is an outfit that looks good." Was he saying what I thought he was?

Bart, Lisa and I watched, spellbound, as Mr Burns performed a whole musical number about clothes made from animal skins. But we were able to hear the key line: "But a greyhound fur tuxedo would be best"

Lisa gasped. "He's gonna make a tuxedo out of our puppies!"

Bart was still humming the tune of his song, which was actually off-key. "Bart!" Lisa and I yelled.

"Sorry." Bart shrugged. "You gotta admit, it's catchy."

I smirked to myself. "It's catchy and deadly."

But Burns wasn't going to put Statement in the tux, just the twenty-four others. He liked Statement, because of the trick of standing on his hind legs. But nevertheless, we had to get the dogs out.

Next we have a twist, so stay tuned and REVIEW!