103 10: THE TALKING PUPPY.

June 2nd, (2017)

When the next morning rolled around, Moose, Rex, Lassie, Jake and Foster were all sound asleep on the floor together.

"Ahhh. Food." Moose said before opening his brown eyes. "Yep. Definitely food." He said as he walked out of the livingroom and into the kitchen. "Hmm. Hey, what gives? Where's the food?" In search of dog food, the six week old pup looked around, but much to his dismay, there was none to be found. But that didn't stop him, as he caught the scent of the unknown food he had smelled before getting up. The Dalmatian looked and saw a cabnent door left open by a crack, and smelled the source coming from inside. "Well, it's not dog food, but it's about to be." Moose walked over to where the cabnent was, stuck his head inside and pulled out a can of Chili. Holding the can in his mouth, the puppy accidently bit down on it, causing the Chili to spew out on both sides and splatter on the cabnent door and onto a picture of Clark and his dogs. "Oh, no. They're gonna blame this on...me." A light bulb then went off in the Dalmatian's head. "Wait a minute. That's it. I'll tear up the house, and then, that way, Clark will hate me and never want to have anything to do with Lois. It's a win, win scenario."

Outside the Frankson house hold, the maileman pulled up on the street beside the house. The mailman then blew the horn on his vehicle, awaking the four sleeping dogs inside.

Moose also heard the horn blowing.

"A-ha. Homo postalis, the Great North American Mailman. Natural enemy of the dog." Said Moose as he walked out of the kitchen and re-joined the other dogs in the livingroom. "Morning, guys." The puppy climbed up onto a resting place and looked out one of the windows and saw the mailman and started barking at him.

"Look, the Frankson boy got a new dog." Said the mailman before placing the mail inside the mailbox. "Come on. Come, come on. Is that the best you got? You want a piece of this here?"

Rex, Lassie, Jake and Foster then appeared in the window behind Moose, and they all started barking together.

"That was it?" Asked the mailman. "Do it again. Come on."

Moose then let out a loud tiger roar that cracked the window and the mailman's glasses.

The mailman then ran back to his vehicle and got inside.

"Hahaha. That's right. Run, mail-slinger, run. And never come back here again." Said Moose.

The mailman then drove off away from the house.

"Okay. Chili splattered everywhere, a cracked window, and a mailman with cracked glasses. Perfect." Moose thought to himself. "Hey. Is that a tennis ball?" He asked as he turned and saw a ball lying under the sofa. "(Chuckles) This day just gets better and better." Said the puppy as he jumped down to the floor and ran over to the sofa, follow by the other four dogs. Moose tried to get to the ball that was under the sofa, but as he did, he accidently tossed the sofa into the air. "Whoa!" The Dalmatian and the other dogs quickly got out of the way as the sofa fell onto the table, crushing it. Moose and the other dogs looked at the now upside-down sofa and the now broken table. "So far, so good." Moose thought. "I wonder what else is breakable in this house."

Just then, the five dogs heard the sound of a door opening and turned to where the sound was coming from, and they saw Max coming out of the guest room.

"Hey, guys, could you keep the noise down, i'm trying to..." Max's eyes widened in disbelief. "Oh...my...good." Said the 12 year old as he staired at the cracked window, the upside-down sofa and the crushed coffee table. "What...did you do?"

Moose, Rex, Lassie, Jake and Foster all bowed their heads and whimpered.

"Oooh, when Clark sees what you've done, he'll kill you and i'll have to clean up the blood." Said Max. The 12 year old went into the kitchen and saw Chilli splattered everywhere. "Oh! I really hope this is Chili."

"Give me a break. It was an accident." Moose lied as he and the other dogs entered into the kitchen.

Hearing the voice, Max looked around the kitchen to see where it was coming from. The boy then picked up a dust pan. "Hello? Clark? Is that you? Hello?" He placed the dust pan back on the floor and looked at the five dogs. "Come here, guys."

Moose and the other dogs did as they were told and went up to the Max.

Max kneeled down on one knee to the dogs' angle. "Did you hear something?"

"No. Did you?" Asked Moose.

Max's eyes widened as he eyed the Dalmatian puppy. "Did you just talk?"

"Huh? What? Hmm?" Asked Moose.

Max gasped at this amazing, but weird discovery. He couldn't believe it. He was actually comunicating with a talking dog.

"Whoa, whoa...Wait a minute. You can understand me?" Asked Moose.

Max: "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Moose: "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

A hyperventilating Max rushed out of the house and took a deep breath. "Okay. Okay. Deep breaths. Get some fresh air to the brain. You're just imagining this."

Moose came out of the house, follow by Rex and the other three dogs. "Wait. You..."

"Bad puppy. Stop talking." Said Max before walking off.

"Wait. Stop." Said Moose before he and the other dogs went after the boy. "Person, heel. Come on, who trained you? Person, just wait."

Max stopped in his tracks, allowing the dogs to catch up with him. "What did you just call me?"

"Sorry, i forgot your name." Said Moose.

"Max. Nothing. Stop talking to me."

"Look, i can't stop talking to you, Max Nothing, because i'm weirding out here." Said Moose.

"Weirding out?" Asked Max.

"It's a word." Said Moose.

Max then headed back to the house.

"Hey! Wait." Said Moose before he and the other dogs followed the boy back inside the house.

But when they got back inside the house, they were met by Clark, who was standing at the foot of the stairs with his arms folded and tapping his foot.

"Clark. Morning, buddy. Wha...what are you doing out of bed?" Said Max in a guilty nervous tone.

"What happened here?" Asked Clark.

"Clark, look, i can explain." Said Max.

"Don't tell me the dogs did it." Said Clark.

Max: "Actually, you're right. See, what had happened was..."

"You know what? We'll talk about it later." Said Clark.

Max: "But..."

"Later. Right now i just want to get to work so i can get the business going. So go get dressed and meet me outside with the dogs." Said Clark.

"Fine." Said Max.

Clark then headed into the kitchen.

Max looked up at the ceiling and sighed before looking down at Moose.

"This better be chili." Came the voice of Clark from inside the kitchen.

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DALMATIANS