103 11: THE ORIGIN OF MOOSE.
Later, at Frankson's DogGroomers, Max stood outside the building sweeping the sidewalk with a broom, with Moose and Clark's four dogs standing by his side.
"Hey, maybe you're the problem. A weirdo kid who can suddenly talk to dogs." Said Moose.
"How did you even learn to speak English?" Asked Max.
"I've been talking like this all my life, ever since i was a little pup. Well, actually, since i've been able to walk, but you get the picture." Said Moose.
"So you've been able to talk this whole time?" Said Max.
"I most certainly have." Said Moose.
"So i wasn't hearing things those times when i thought i heard you talking." Said Max.
"Nope." Said Moose.
"I don't get it. When Lois and Clark were around they couldn't seem to hear your voice. I mean what's up with that? Why is it that only i can hear you?" Asked Max.
"I've been wondering that myself for quite a while. I guess it's a "kids only" thing." Said Moose.
"A what?" Asked Max.
"You know, a "kids only" thing. Something that only kids can see or hear. And in my case, only kids can hear me talking." Said Moose.
"That's just weird. But pretty cool." Said Max.
"Thank you." Said Moose.
"So can you speak any other languages?" Asked Max.
"A little Retriever. Some Shih tzu. My Chihuahua is a little rusty, though." Said Moose.
"I mean other human languages." Said Max.
"So English isn't enough for you?" Asked Moose.
"How did you even learn how to speak human anyway?" Asked Max.
"I'm glad you asked that. And i'd be more than happy to tell you. But to understand how i came to be the talking puppy that stands before you today, we have to go back to the beginning." Said Moose.
"The beginning?" Asked Max.
"Yes." Said Moose as his brown eyes began to glow green.
Max's eyes felt heavy and became souless as he looked down into the eyes of the six week old Dalmatian.
"Would you like to see?" Asked Moose.
Max continued to stair down into the glowing green eyes of the Dalmatian. "Yeah."
Moose then fired a green beam of light out of his glowing green eyes into Max's souless blue eyes, showing the 12 year old his life origin story.
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NEW YORK CITY
(2013)
Moose: "Once upon a time, in New York City, (2013), in the United Nations building, there was a meeting going on between the NYC police and the leaders of the world."
One night, in the town of New York City, inside the United Nations building, a meeting was being held between the NYC authorities, as well as the authorities of the world. All of the leaders of the nations were sitting at their desks in front of the Mayor of New York, listening to what he had to say.
"Ladies and gentlemen, i come to you tonight to discuss the growing problem of crime in our nations. Here in front of me are files of unsolved cases. " Said the Mayor.
Moose: "But we're getting ahead of ourselves."
The leaders of the world listened in on the Mayor as he continued to speak. Among them were the NYC police, with three German Shepards and a six week old Dalmatian puppy, who all wore police vests.
Moose: "That's a six week old puppy in the uniform. He was raised, since he was just a little puppy, to fight crime. Littler, anyway. Never had a family or a place to call home. He was raised with one purpose and one purpose only: To help people, to keep them safe. And nothing was gonna stand in his way."
The six week old Dalmatian focused on a box that was among the other countless boxes in front of the podium where the Mayor was. The Puppy then barked, getting the attention of all the people.
"Easy, boy." Said the male officer standing behind the Dalmatian.
"However, to the families involved..."
"You got something, boy?" Asked the male officer.
The Dalmatian resumed barking.
"What was that?" Asked another male officer.
"The Alpha Dog has got a lock on the stage. I think it's the boxes." Said the first male officer.
The Dalmatian barked again before heading towards the boxes.
"Criminals should not be allowed to keep their freedom." Said the Mayor.
The puppy hopped onto the box he had been stairing at and started howling.
"Clear the building!" Said one of the officers.
"We need SWAT here, now! Please hurry, your honor." Said another officer as all of the leaders and the Mayor rushed out of the building.
"Everybody out!" Said another officer.
"Blue team, go, go! Move!"
The SWAT team rushed into the UN building and into the room. They surrounded the box and scanned it with an electronic device.
"No radiation." Said one of the male SWAT members. "No metal."
"Tweezers, and we'll lift."
"Easy. Right down the side. Yeah. Slow. And slide."
Moose: "I bet you didn't know a Dog's sense of smell is 55 times stronger than a human's."
The SWAT men slowly and carefuly removed the top part of the box. They then reached inside and pulled out a...
Ham?
Moose: "Well, mine's not."
"It's a gift from the American Pork Association." Said the SWAT member, holding the ham.
All of the other SWAT members started laughing.
"I want a full debrief, now." Said the lead officer.
The SAWT members continued to laugh as the six week old Dalmatian walked off. As he headed for the exit, he saw the three German Shepards barking at him. Truth be told, they were actually laughing. The Dalmatian walked out of the doubles doors, exiting the room.
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Outside the UN building, the puppy removed his police vest with his mouth and shook it off before walking off into the night city.
Moose: "All right, i'll be honost with you. I wasn't the best dog on the force. In fact, i was probably the worst. The ham was just the latest of my mistakes. Like the time i chewed that extention cord and it was plugged in. Or when i met that cute poodle pup and it turned out to be a guy. It's hard to feel destined for greatness when you keep messing up. But destiny's a funny thing. It'll creep up on you when you least expect it."
As if on cue, a man came up behind the six week old Dalmatian and picked him up.
"Gotcha. Last one for tonight." Said the man as he walked off with the pup. 3333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333
Later, the man opened a cage door, placed the Dalmatian inside and closed it, locking him inside.
The six week old puppy looked around and saw that there were countless other dogs locked behind cage doors as well. Was this the pound? No. There had to have been some kind of mistake. He wasn't a stray. He shouldn't be in the pound. As he looked at all of the dogs in the other cages, as well as the fearful expressions on all of their faces, something told him that this was no pound. No, this place made the pound look like a dog park. But if this place wasn't the pound, then...what kind of place was it?
A pair of elevator doors then opened up, revealing two men and two women.
The first man was the tall white haired one that had picked the six week old puppy up off the street. His name was Clyde.
The second one was a man with white wild hair and brown eyes and a long, white mustash. He wore glasses, a white lab coat, a black suit and black skin tight gloves with long, sharp fingernails. His name was Dr. Frankenstiene.
The first woman had long, blood red hair that went down to her upper back, emerald green eyes and she wore red lipstick, red eyeshadow that went up to her eyebrows and red eyeliner on her bottom eyelids. Her name was Mars.
The second woman was black and had long, curly blue hair that went down to her back, blue eyes and she wore blue eyeshadow that went up to her eyebrows and blue eyeliner on her bottom eyelids. Her skin was painted grey. The top part of her head had two parts of her blue hair shapped into cat ears, she wore blue lipsyick, a baby blue long sleeve shirt, a blue tutu-like skirt made out of sharp, blue spikes, like a Porcupine, a pair of baby blue stockings that covered her whole legs, a long, blue cat tail, as well as a pair of blue high heel shoes and long, sharp blue fingernails. Her name was Neptune.
"Who's the new hire?" Asked Dr. Frankenstiene as he and his partners stepped off the elevator.
"Him? He, uh, used to be a cop. Iwas thinking that maybe we should take it easy on the after-hours stuff. You know? Clandestine." Said Clyde
"A three-syllable word? I'm impressed." Said the doctor.
"I bought a, uh...thesaurus." Said Clyde, holding up a red book.
"Good for you." Said the wild haired man. But even if he is an ex-cop, we don't have time to skulk about. Look." He handed the red haired woman a news paper.
"Police Dog Training." Said Mars as she read the front cover. "It's actually a great idea, sir. Why didn't you think of that?"
"Because training is a fool's process. I've met with the Mayor, and i told him how we could take this city to new heights." Said the doctor. "Through genetic manipulation."
"Oh yeah? What did he say?" Asked Neptune.
"The guy actually laughed at me." Said Dr. Frankenstine.
"Yeah, that happened to me once. I had my pants on inside out. Nobody told me for the entire day." Said Clyde.
"I can't imagine why." Said Mars in a sarcastic tone.
"Stop talking now." Said Dr. Frankenstine as he and the others entered into a laboratory.
"Oh, right. Right." Said Mars.
"Not you, him." Said Frankenstine.
"I'll be the silent partner." Said Clyde.
"Just because you're part of this underground business, Clyde, does not make us partners." Said Frankenstine. "All right, Clyde, bring me the new dog."
Clyde went back into the hallway, where all of the dogs were caged, and opened one of them. "Your lucky day."
Later, Dr. Frankenstine picked up a science glass, with the word 'HUMAN' written on it, containing a red substance. "And now, the most important DNA."
Clyde came back into the lab, holding the six week old Dalmatian under his right arm and placed the whimpering pup on a table.
"Oh. Don't worry, little guy. It will only hurt...a lot." Said Dr. Frankenstine.
"OK, let's do it, partner." Said Clyde.
Dr. Frankenstine picked up a needle that was half full of a pale blue substance and turned his attention to the Dalmatian on the table and walked up to him, preparing to inject him with the suspicious liquid.
The Dalmatian then sneezed on the doctor, causing the two women to bust out laughing.
"Gross! Your mouth was open!" Said Clyde.
"Just...hold him." Said Dr. Frankenstine.
The six week old puppy then took off running.
Clyde tried to grab the pup, but slipped and fell onto the control pannel.
The lazors, on a machine that was hanging from the sealing, began to shoot all around the lab, nonstop as the puppy ran on the control pannel, with the two screaming women narrowly avoiding being blasted by the lazors.
Dr. Frankenstine then blocked the puppy's path, causing him to jump off the control pannel, run through Clyde's legs and head for the steps, only to be blocked by the doctor again.
"Hey, doc, get him!" Said Clyde.
The six week old pup then turned and ran in another direction.
"Get in the game, doc! He's right there!" Said Clyde.
The Dalmatian hopped onto a table, follow by a shelf that contained all different shapped science glasses filled with different colored liquids.
"No, no! No, no!" Said Dr. Frankenstine.
The shelf fell over and the glasses all broke, spilling all of the different colored liquids on the six week old Dalmatian.
"MY RESEARCH!" Screamed Dr. Frankenstine.
The lad then caught on fire and the puppy stood up and shook the liquid off of himself.
The doctor's eyes then went wide. "The serum."
The puppy then ran off.
"He's going for the door!" Said Clyde.
"Mars, press the yellow button! Now!" Said the doctor.
"Yes, sir!" Mars rushed over to the control panel and pressed a yellow button, causing a set of glass double doors to close at the top of the steps.
This, however did not stop the puppy, as he zoomed through the closed doors faster than a speeding bulet. He ran through the hall and rushed into the elevator. The elevator doors then closed, taking the pup to the next floor.
Moose: "The Dalmatian escaped the doctor that day. But not before he unknowingly destroyed the doctor's lab. He ran so fast...he didn't even notice the other dogs he had left behind."
Dr. Frankenstine dropped the needle he was holding. "(Gasps) It works."
Just then, a burnning T.V. fell from the wall and landed on top of the doctor.
"DOC!" Screamed Clyde, Mars and Neptune. 3333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333
Later, the six week old pup was seen in an ally, standing on his hind legs, with his paws on a shopping cart full of trash.
Moose: "And that pup...was me."
Max: "Really?"
Moose: "Yeah, that was some night. The pup was homeless and hungry. And just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, these numbskulls showed up."
A Rotwhiler, a Bull dog and a little brown dog came onto the scene.
The six week old puppy stood down on all fours and looked at the three dogs, who, for reasons unknown, started growling and snarling at him. "Look, i don't want any trouble, OK?"
But the three dogs didn't seem to want to listen to reason, as they were all still snarling and growling. Seeing that the three dogs would likely attack, the Dalmatian took off running down the ally, but in doing so, accidently knocked over the shopping cart full of trash.
This seemed to anger the Rotwhiler even more, and he and the other two dogs chased after the puppy.
As the Dalmatian ran through the dark ally, he came across a water puddle and skipped over it and continued running, with the three dogs in hot persuit. The puppy rushed out of the ally and into the street, where he was met by a pair of approaching bright light, which turned out to belong to a car.
The three dogs arrived at the end of the ally and stopped when they saw the car hit the six week old puppy. Seeing that their business had been taken care of for them, the three dogs ran off back into the ally.
The person who was driving the car opened the door and stepped out, revealing to be Lois Richards at 16 years old. "Hello?" The teenager then herad whimpering. She bent down and looked under her car and saw a six week old Dalmatian.
The Dalmatian puppy then came out from underneath the car.
"Hey, i thought i hit you." Said Lois.
The Dalmatian then stood on his hind legs and started dancing around.
"What are you doing? (Laughing). You're a funny little dog. Come here. Let me see. Where's your collar?" Lois picked up the little Dalmatian and looked at him and saw that there was no collar around his neck. "Where's your collar? You don't have a home?" Asked the teenager. "Why don't you come home with me? Huh? We got a nice home, just for you." Lois got back in her car with the Dalmatian puppy and closed the door and drove off down the street.
Moose: "Lois found me."
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Back in the present, Max was still watching the events from the past.
Moose's glowing green eyes then returned to brown, shutting off the green ray of light that he had fired into Max's blue eyes, bringing the 12 year old back to the present time.
"And that's what happened." Said Moose.
"Wow. That's a really sad story...but with a happy ending." Said Max.
"Yeah. I get that a lot." Said Moose.
A loud horn was then heard and Max and Moose and the other four dogs looked and saw Lois's car pull up to the sidewalk and get out of her car.
"Good morning, Max." Said Lois.
"Shh! Here comes your owner, Lois. She'll flip out if she hears you talking. Just speak dog." Said Max.
"No problem, i do that all the time when she's around. Besides, no one can hear me talking but you. Remember?" Said Moose.
"Oh, right. I forgot." Said Max.
Lois walked up Max.
"Hey, how's it goin'?" Asked Max.
"Good. Were you just talking to someone just now?" Said Lois.
"Just your dog." Said Max.
"Oh, i see. Do you always talk to dogs while you're working?" Asked Lois.
"No. Sometimes i do other stuff." Said Max.
"Like what?" Asked Lois.
Max: "Like talk to my friends, hang out at the mall, eat pizza, skateboard..."
"Max, Max, Max. I'm talking about while you work." Said Lois.
"Oh, that. I've never had a job before." Said Max.
"You haven't?" Said Lois.
"No, this is my first one. And hopefuly my last." Said Max.
"Yeah. Uh...okay. Is your brother around?" Asked Lois.
"Yes, he is. Would you like me to get him for you?" Said Max.
"Yes. And while you're doing that i'll be getting Moose's things out of the car." Said Lois before using her keys to open the trunk. She walked over to the trunk to get Moose's things.
Max opened one of the glass doors. "CLARK?! CLARK! CLARK FRANKSON!" He shouted before closing the door and turnning his attention back to Lois. "You think he heard me?"
"Dude, the whole building heard you." Said Lois.
Clark came through one of the glass doors. "Clark Frankson? What? What's going on?"
"You have a visitor." Said Max.
Clark looked and saw Lois pull a heavy red rolling suitcase out of the trunk of her car before closing the trunk.
Lois turned to Clark. "Well, does somebody wanna help me?"
"Here, Lois, let me help you with that." Said Clark as he walked over to where Lois was. Hrabbed the handle of the red rolling suitcase and proceeded to drag it, but he quickly found it to be far too heavy to carry. "Whoa. Lois, what do you have in here?"
"Those are Moose's things. The stuff that i was telling you about yesterday when i dropped him off. His teddy bear and his little blanket, and his rubber duckie and his little chew toys." Said Lois.
"Lois, he's only gonna be with us for today and tmorrow." Said Clark.
"Oh, Clark, i know, but we've never been apart. I mean what if Moose gets lonely and starts to miss me? What if he forgets what i look like? You know what, i change my mind, i can't do it." Said Lois before she started to walk over to where Moose was to get the six week old puppy and leave. Before she could, however, Clark stopped her by grabbing her by the arm.
"Oh no. Lois, Lois. I know it's hard leaving your dog with someone else for the first time. But after that, it get's a lot easier. Believe me." Clark asured.
"Alright. But i'm gonna call you every 15 minutes so that i can call and check on Moose." Said Lois.
"Oh, okay. Well, in that case, here's my card. It has the building's number on it." Said Clark as he dug into his pocket and pulled out a business card and handed it to Lois.
"Thanks. Now better hurry up and go so i can hurry up and call. See you later." Said Lois. The 20 year old got in her car, started it up, and drove off.
Clark grabbed the handle of the suitcase and dragged it over to where Max and the five dogs were. "This is gonna be a swell day."
Max and the dogs walked over to the glass double doors, with Clark following them from behind while dragging the red rolling suitcase. Max opened one of the doors and they all went inside the building.
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