February 21st\
One day, M and H were fighting a slimy alien on a bridge. Suddenly, the alien died!
"Hooray, we won!" M said, dancing.
"Be careful! The bridge is very slippery now!" H said.
"Ahhh!" M said, slipping in some slime and almost falling off the bridge.
"Help! I can barely hang on!" M said.
H reached over. "Grab my hand! I'll pull you up!"
M grabbed H's big, soft, sweaty, manly hands.
"Ah! I can't! Your hands are too sweaty!" she said.
"Just grip as tightly as you can, even if you break all of the bones in my hands!" H said.
"Okay! I love you, H!" M said.
M grabbed H's hands as hard as she could, and he pulled her back up onto the bridge.
Later that day, M was eating grapes at her desk for some reason.
H walked up to her.
"Oh, hello!" said M. "Would you like a grape?"
"NO! NO! NO!" H said, running off.
"Well, that was weird," said M. "I guess he really hates grapes."
"Can I have a grape?" Frank asked.
"What? Why? Aren't grapes toxic for dogs?" M asked.
"Oh, yeah," said Frank. "That's right…"
"Do you want to die?" M asked.
"What? No, I just forgot. That's all…" said Frank.
"HEY, EVERYBODY! GUESS WHAT! FRANK WANTS TO DIE!" M shouted.
"Oh, no, no, no…" Frank said, hiding under M's desk.
"That's nice," said S.
"What about me?" Pawny asked. "Can I have a grape?"
"NO! OF COURSE NOT!" M said.
"I'm never showing my face again…" Frank said.
"Good! Because it's ugly!" Pawny said.
"Pawny, now is not the time to act like this," M said, looking down at Frank. "Are you okay?"
"NO! I'm a dumb little dog who asked for a grape! What is wrong with me?" Frank said.
"You just made a mistake, that's all," said M. "Everybody does."
"Really? Even you?" Frank asked.
"Yep. Even me," said M.
"Wow! I would have never guessed, because you are so beautiful!" said Frank.
"Uh… thanks, I guess," said M,
"Well, I've gotta go. See ya later, best agent!" Frank said. He ran off,
"Ha1 I think he has a crush on you!" Pawny said.
"EW. NO! Of course not! He's a dog!" M said.
Frank wandered outside for no reason, where he met two black dogs. One was an adult, and the other was a puppy.
"Hi! I'm Woofy! And this is my son, Woofy Junior!" said the older dog.
"Ummm… ew," said Frank.
"Wah! You called me ew? You're a big meanie!" Woofy Jr. cried, running off into the street.
"Hey, you scared my son away!" Woofy said.
"Well, he's going to get run over," Frank said, glancing over at an approaching grape soda delivery truck.
"NO! NO! NO! My baby!" Woofy whined.
"Uh-oh!" Woofy Jr said, getting out of the way just in time.
The grape soda delivery truck slipped on the slimy road, crashing and spilling grape soda cans everywhere!
"Oh, no! He's dead and it's all my fault! I messed up again!" Frank said.
After Frank didn't return for several hours, M became worried.
"He must be dead," said H.
"NO! This must be my fault for making fun of him!" M cried. "I tried to make up for it, but…"
"You're a bloody murderer!" H yelled.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" M cried.
"Saying sorry won't bring him back! Now we have to drop everything and have a funeral for him!" H said.
At that moment, J ran in carrying a bundled-up blanket.
"Hey guys! Look what I found!" he said.
"Go away! We're busy mourning the death of Frank!" said H.
"That I caused!" M cried.
"But this is really, really, important!" J said.
"Fine! What is it? What could be more important right now?" H asked.
J opened the blanket, revealing Woofy Jr.
"I found a puppy at the side of the road! He looks so lost and scared!" J said. "Can we keep him? Please, please, please?"
"NO! Dogs aren't allowed here!" H said.
"What about Frank, though?" M asked.
"What does it matter? Frank is dead now," said H.
"Can I least get the puppy something to eat and drink?" J asked.
"That would be acceptable," said H.
K walked in, drinking from a dirty, dented can of grape soda.
"Where did you get that?" M asked.
"There was a big sale on grape soda for some reason," K said.
"Uh… and all of the cans looked like that?" M asked.
"Yes, is that a problem?" K asked, staring into her soul.
"No, sir! Not at all!" M said, sweating nervously.
"Ooh! Grape soda! I'm thirsty! Can I have one?" Woofy Jr asked.
"AHHH! A talking dog!" H screamed.
"It's GRAPE soda! Dogs can't have grapes!" M said.
"Oh, buy grape soda doesn't really contain grapes… does it? Does it?" Woofy Jr asked.