Peanut's POV

"Hey Johnny?" Larry piped up. Johnny grunted to show he was listening.
"I think that there was something Chester didn't tell us. I mean, there's probably a much bigger reason behind our transformation then 'To get along.' What do you think?"
Johnny shrugged, looking around before he stepped onto the road.
Both dogs were near the bridge that led to Bullworth Town. When they got there, the two dogs would make a right-turn into New Coventry, where they would be able to 'get along.'
When Peanut saw that no cars were coming, he bounded onto the road. The tar hurt his paw-pads a little bit, but he didn't stop running until he reached the other side.
Johnny didn't even stop running. He pelted along the path toward the town. Peanut sighed and followed suite.
"Johnny, don't tire yourself out." He fretted when he had run alongside his friend. Johnny sniffed with laughter.
"Larry, we're dogs now. And even if we weren't, we could run a lot further than this." He pointed out.
"Oh yeah…" Peanut replied, feeling stupid.

In about fifteen minutes the two German shepherds reached New Coventry. Peanut looked around cautiously. They were underneath the railway, and he could hear a train coming. Shaking his head clear of a weird buzzing in his ears he walked on.
They passed a couple of random Greasers as they walked. None of them took any notice, and Larry couldn't decide whether that was good or bad.
"Heh, look at 'em all!" Johnny laughed. "They don't even realize that we're the dogs from earlier."
"Shhhh!" Hissed Peanut. "Stop drawing attention to yourself!"
"I thought I was the King."
"Oh be quiet."
Peanut shoved Johnny with his right shoulder in a way that they did when they were humans. Johnny sniggered and shoved him back.

Johnny's POV

After their little shoving match, Johnny looked behind him at his dog's body again. His tail was incredibly annoying, the way it just kept on twitching… it was too annoying!
"Stupid tail!" Johnny yelled, trying to bite it.
"The hell?" Peanut mumbled.
The King chased his tail in a circle, snapping at it. When he finally bit it, he jumped backwards with a yelp and looked around innocently. Larry laughed at him, and Johnny realized that he probably looked like a little kid with chocolate all over their face, wondering what their friends kept on laughing about. His tail twitched again, still hurting.
"That was fun." He said. And it was true, Johnny had had a lot of fun chasing his tail.
"Oh suuuure!" Larry scoffed.
"Try it!"
"And make my tail bleed? No thank you!"
"… Touché."

Petey's POV

Pete walked awkwardly along one of the many roads in Blue Skies Industrial. After about half-an-hour of coaxing Russell to leave the Nerds alone, they had finally reached the part of town Chester wanted them to go to. But now they were here, what were they supposed to do?
"Can Russell go to the park?" Russell asked. Petey sighed and stifled a laugh. Ever since they had left the school, Russell had treated Pete like he was the leader. It was kind of flattering at first, but now it was getting annoying.
"Yes, we can go to the park if…" He replied, but before he'd even finished Russell galloped off in the wrong direction.
"Russell that's the-"
"I go the wrong way!" The big dog shouted, doing a U turn and shooting past Pete in the other direction.
"H-hey! Wait up!" The cavalier yowled, pelting after Russell.

Five minutes later."Well here we are." Pete puffed when they reached the park. He had just run about, who knew, a kilometer maybe, trying to make sure that Russell wouldn't get hit by a truck because he was running to fast without looking where he was going.
Russell ran off in some random direction before Pete could blink.
Let him have his fun. He thought. He'll probably go and scare a little kid.

Petey wandered around aimlessly, occasionally stopping to sniff the ground, which smelled kind of good. He felt the urge to dig a massive hole and bury stuff in it, but he shooed these odd thoughts away.
… Why would I think like that? He wondered.
Suddenly a soccer ball crashed into Petey and he rolled sideways from the impact. It really hurt!
"Aw, look at the little puppy!" A rough voice taunted. Pete leapt up from the ground to see four tough-looking kids heading toward him, all smirking. The leader of the group had a scar across his face that went from his eye to his chin, greasy blonde hair and scars all over his arms. Pete didn't get the chance to see the other people.
"Teach you to interfere with our game!" The leader shouted, kicking the little dog roughly in the chest.
Pete yelped with pain and surprise and fell down. The person kicked him again and a high-pitched yowl escaped his mouth before he could stop himself.
"Stupid puppy! Shut the hell up!" Another kick, this time in his side.
Where the heck is Russell? Petey thought, shutting his eyes and freezing with pain.
Think of the devil…

Russell's POV

Russell could hear someone in trouble, and he had followed the noise as quickly as he could. Petey was lying on the ground, being kicked by some ugly person dressed in soccer clothes. The dog was obviously in a lot of pain- he kept on whining and howling in pain and anger.
"LEAVE MY LITTLE BUDDY ALONE!" Russell growled, his voice like thunder. Without quite knowing where his legs were taking him, he charged towards the person kicking Petey. The kid looked up from the injured dog and stared in horror at Russell, his face going white.
"RUSSELL BITE YOU!" The Great Dane howled. Russell wasn't lying, he really did bite the horrible kid. Hard.
"AAH! CRAP THAT HURT!" The blonde person screamed, keeling backwards. Russell stood protectively in front of Petey, his head lowered, shoulders squared, breathing heavily and teeth bared.
The group of boys ran for it, and he followed.
"Russell, come back!" Russell heard Pete yowl from behind. But the huge dog didn't want to stop. People who hurt Russell's friends weren't likely to get away with it. Unless if course, the injured person didn't care.
"Oh for goodness sake, get back here!" Petey shouted again. Russell skidded to a halt reluctantly.

"Is Pete ok?" Russell asked, concerned. Petey nodded.
"My ribs hurt though…" he mumbled. The small dog started to struggle to his paws.
"Why did they hurt Petey?" The big dog inquired.
"I got in the way of their... soccer game."
"Russell showed them!"
"Yeah… you did. Thanks for that."
Suddenly an unknown voice piped up from somewhere behind Petey.
"That's exactly what you got turned into dogs for!"
A cocker spaniel was the only living thing in sight.
"Did you say that?" Pete asked it. The spaniel nodded, getting up from its position on the ground and trotting over to them.
"I'm Moss." He greeted.
Russell sniggered quietly.
"I'm Chester's friend. I know who you are, and I know why you got turned into dogs." Moss continued.
"Why?" Russell yelled eagerly.
"So that all of you would learn to do what you, Russell, did with Pete just then."
"Protect me?" Pete asked. Moss nodded.
"When you all finally learn to protect each other, no matter how horrible you were before as a person, you'll be a human again."
Russell wagged his tail. "So will Russell be a human again soon?"
Moss shifted. "No. You have to do other stuff as well…"
"Like what?" The Cavalier asked desperately.
"I'm sorry but I can't tell until you find out for yourself." Moss sighed. He dipped his head. "I'll sniff you later."
The cocker spaniel bounded away.

Petey's POV

Russell and Pete left the park, Petey limping and Russell purposely slowing down to walk next to him. The small dog's ribs and sides hurt a lot, but it wasn't fatal… he hoped.
"Hey Russell?" Pete asked.
"What does Petey want?"
"… Thanks a lot for earlier. I owe you one."