Okay, peeps, might be a short chapter because I've been having a busy week, but here you go! No more wait!

Reviewer Thanks

The Amazing Spider Green: The little wolf will be fine, don't worry ^-^; And yes, Sherman and Biff will see each other again; I'm glad you like Pugs and Kim's relationship, and to tell the truth I don't know whether to keep them just friends or go for a bit of 'more-than-friends'; Glad you liked the humor with Luther; And its better Misty is boring rather than snobby; Glad you liked the picture bit, though I agree it's a bit sad.

Looneytunecrazy: Glad you liked Biff befriending Fangface and the scene with Kim and Pugs (think I should pair them up? Lol)

Scoobycool9: Don't worry, he'll be fine; …Oh you are SO CLOSE! :D

Tracker78, Storm and Hunter: Don't worry, she-wolves, he'll figure it out soon (ironically, I know someone who has a son named Hunter); Glad you all liked it ^-^

Disclaimer: (gets smashed by a sledgehammer) Shall we continue? :)

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A cold wind blew that night, and if he were the superstitious type, Puggsy would believe it to be an omen telling him to turn around. He walked down the long gravel road, and immediately wished he had ridden his skateboard or his bike, but he knew it would be too risky- the werewolf would probably hear the sounds of the gears on the bike, and the skateboard would easily get stuck in the gravel, let alone there was the hassle of getting on them or forgetting them in the event that he'd have to run for his life. He was quick on his feet, anyway- having been outrunning Luther since 1st grade, all the while trying to keep up with all the tall lanky kids in gym class who could run five miles faster than a roadrunner (especially if they were scared out of their wits).

He checked his camera, making sure he had enough film in it. He'd have to use the flash in order to get a shot in the dark, which he knew would be suicidal- which was why he was planning on staying hidden. He had scoped out the house's surroundings well enough to know that he could use three different spots to keep hidden: a tree, a large bush, and the fence where a knothole was located.

There was also a lock on the outside of the gate, which the young teen didn't find suspicious. Seems like whoever lives with the werewolf didn't want him getting out. He thought to himself, then added sarcastically, Gee, I wonder why?

Puggsy had reached the house, only five feet away. He took a deep breath, pulled the hood of his jacket up, and snuck over to the window. Inside was the old man watching television with Sherman, who seemed to be talking excitedly about something, though the glass was thick enough so Puggsy couldn't hear- and as fast as the kid's mouth was moving, he couldn't read his lips either. The old man said something and Sherman nodded, heading toward the back door.

Here goes nothing… Puggsy thought, sneaking around back.

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"This is great! I met two guys in just a couple days, and one of them will be visiting again! Ooh, ooh, Grandpa, you think if my parents found out I made some friends, they'd let me go to school with them? Maybe even go visit them at their own houses! Gosh, I hope so. It gets pretty boring around here, and there's not much to do, and if I went to Biff's house I could probably meet more people in his neighborhood! Ooh, ooh, you think they'd let me, Grandpa? Huh? Huh?"

Grandpa Lou, who had been deep in thought, shook his head. "Maybe we should wait before telling your parents, Sherman." He suggested. Knowing his parents, the old man figured they would be stunned that their son had gotten out of the house, and would probably never trust him again, and keep their son locked up tight. "You know, just until we're absolutely sure what these boys are like. You can't judge much on first impressions,"

"Oh. Okay,"

"Why don't you go take the garbage out? I'm going to go upstairs and turn in,"

Sherman nodded and went to the kitchen, grabbing the trash and hauling it to the bins in the backyard. He stood there for a while, thinking about all that had happened in the past two days, and looked up at the stars, smiling. "Thank you for sending me some friends…" he said quietly.

*click*

There was a flash, and he looked over at the fence, arching an eyebrow. "Huh? What was that…?" Walking over, he climbed over the fence, peeking over. "Is someone there?"

There was a creaking sound, like someone climbing over the fence, followed by a soft thud and running footprints. Sherman gulped, slowly picking up a rock and walking over, seeing something duck behind the tree. Maybe it's just a stray cat or something, he thought. The lights from the house caught a shadow of whatever was behind the tree, and he started to tremble. A really BIG stray cat…

Fear getting the best of him, he turned around to go inside and get his grandfather, but his foot caught the trashcan's lid, which he had forgotten to put back on until now, and he slid and fell on his back. "Ow… that's the last time I take out the trash…" he muttered, then- with his vision upside-down- he caught sight of the intruder. "Hey… what are…"

Clouds rolled away, showing the full moon, which caught his attention next, and Sherman once again began to spin wildly across the yard.

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Puggsy snapped picture after picture of Sherman's transformation, the light flashing so quick it was a surprise the bulb hadn't busted. By the time the werewolf had finished, he was practically out of film. He grinned, finally having proof… until he realized a problem. Now how am I going to sneakify outta here without that weird-wolf catching me? He thought.

"Arrrooooooo!" The werewolf howled, and Puggsy remained still, watching the creature walk around the yard, heading for the tree…

"Sherman! Come on inside!" came the old man's voice from an upstairs window.

"Aw, man…" The werewolf whined, walking toward the back door.

Puggsy sighed with relief- he got a break that time. Seeing a branch stretching slightly over the fence, he inched across it, figuring he could jump over to the other side and make his getaway. Just a few more inches…

*creeaaak* went the branch.

"Uh oh-"

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*Crack! Crash!*

"Huh? What was that?" The werewolf asked himself, then headed back toward the fence.

"Sherman…?" His grandfather called.

"(grr) Hold on, Grandpa! I'll be right in!" With that, he ran toward the tree, climbing up and looking over the fence…

…Seeing that kid from last night! He was sprawled on his stomach, a broken branch beneath him, and stars were floating above his head. "I gotta work on my stealth…" the kid grunted, then stood up and began to run off.

"Hey! Wait up!" The werewolf leaped down, running after him.

"YIKES!" The kid took off, sprinting as fast as he could across the field.

"Sheesh, what's with this kid and running? You'd think he was afraid of werewolves!"

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Oh crud oh crud oh crud oh crud oh crud oh crud oh crud! Was all Puggsy could think as he ran from the werewolf.

"Wait up, kid! I want to talk to you!" came the werewolf's gruff voice.

Oh, crud! He ran faster, and in a desperate attempt to get away, he ran through the woods, hoping to elude him… but after sprinting through a few trees he realized it wasn't a bright idea, especially when he didn't know where he was going. He looked around, wondering where to turn.

"Hey, kid! Where'd you go?"

Crud! He turned right, running through the brush, twigs and thorns getting caught in his jacket and scratching his skin, and he ran toward a creek, figuring he could hide his scent with the water…

He didn't see an uprooted tree branch, however, and tripped. "Oof!" he grunted, then turned on his back, hearing something behind him, and saw something furry leap out at him! Oh, CRUD! The creature pinned him down and he shut his eyes, bracing himself to…

…get his face licked!

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A/N: Wonder what will happen next? XD

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