Napoleon turned around, hearing a noise, and watched as his partner came running around the corner of the building at top speed, taking the turn, skidding on one leg.
"Dog!" He yelled as he tore past the American and scrambled up into a large oak tree like a monkey and there he squatted on a branch well out of canine reach.
Solo drew his weapon, ready to dart the presumed guard dog, just waiting for it to come into view.
A brown dog showed itself all right, stopping and staring at him, giving a couple of yipps...it was a dachshund.
"Illya, you have got to be kidding me? You're afraid of a Weiner dog?" He laughed.
"The operative word is dog," the Russian called, "and I am not coming down until you dart that beast."
"I'll do no such thing...look at it. It's cute, couldn't hurt a fly. Hiya pup, nice doggy. You wouldn't bite the scaredy-cat Russian would you?" Napoleon reached out to calm the dog and to pet it.
It charged Solo and before he could do anything, it latched onto his ankle, it's sharp teeth sinking into his skin. Napoleon let out a yowl of pain, pulling the dog away from him and tossing it a few feet away. The dachshund landed on it's feet and turned, preparing to charge again as it growled.
Napoleon quickly scurried up the tree as best he could, joining his partner on the branch, and giving him the stink eye.
"What? Like it is my fault? I warned you, did I not?" Illya protested, but his frown suddenly turned into a grin "Hmmm, afraid of a Weiner dog, are you?" He parroted back.
"Ha ha."
"So, Mister I-always-have-a-plan, what do you propose we do?" Illya snickered.
"Shoot the vicious little creature," Napoleon complained, holding his ankle.
Kuryakin shook his head. "I may dislike dogs, but a little thing like that, I could never..."
"Gotcha," Solo laughed.
"Not funny," the Russian growled.
"Hey you two, what are you doing up my tree," an elderly lady called to them, holding the dog in her arms. "Were you messing with my Yippie?"
Feeling it was safe now, Illya climbed down, helping Napoleon support himself as he reached the ground.
"No Madam, to be precise, your dog was chasing us and bit my ankle," Napoleon spoke very politely to her.
She laughed out loud. "Two grown men afraid of my little puppy, for landsakes he's only six months old! Come on Yippie, let me give you a treat while the silly men go away..."