I edited this chapter since I got some feedback saying that it was a bit rushed (which I agree with, so hopefully it is better now) ^-^
Still making his way through Marzipan city, Chowder pulled out his cell phone to call Mung. Of course, he wasn't expecting Mung to pick up at this time of night, but at the very least, he could leave a message. He was in the middle of dialing the number when all of a sudden:
YOU TAKE THE MOON AND YOU TAKE THE SUN…
The phone started ringing, and the name "Mung" flashed on the screen, almost as if on cue. That was weird. Mung never called Chowder. Usually he was always the one dialing Mung to ask for advice or simply update him on his progress with Scraps. Nervously, Chowder pressed the "accept" button.
"Hello?" he said, not knowing what to expect. Through the receiver, he heard Mung sobbing, and he immediately knew that something was wrong. He hadn't heard sobbing like this since the time that Mung had forgotten his and Truffles' anniversary and had sunken into a deep depression. "What is it?" he asked, very concerned. He was barely able to make out what Mung said through all the sobbing, but he understood it, and was devastated; Truffles had passed away. Chowder sauntered back down the street towards his house, the night's shadows looking much darker and much more sinister than they had looked just a few minutes earlier. He hadn't previously noticed how cold the winter air was, but now he could certainly feel the biting winds slithering across his skin like ghosts, leaving deadened chills across his body. Once he got home, he trudged into his bedroom to pack his bag for the funeral that would take place the next day, close to Mung and Truffles' beach front retirement home. He scribbled out a note for Panini and Scraps, explaining what had happened, and then slumped down onto the bed for a sleepless night.
