Cock-A-Doodle-Boo
It was Halloween eve. As the cold autumn wind blew the fallen orangish-red leaves over the farmyard, Foghorn was preparing for the first of his plans.
"It's time, I say it's time to give that dawg a good spooking." Foghorn chuckled to himself. The rooster quietly tiptoed toward the doghouse where Dawg was peacefully sleeping. Foghorn put on his comically oversize spooky mask before shoving his head into the doghouse.
"OOGA BOOGA BOOGA!"
Dawg screamed his eyes widening with his tongue shooting out. Foghorn grabbed it and tied it around the Canis's jaw. He walked away laughing loudly as Dawg grumbled crossly.
"That dawg I say that dawg is easier to scare than a person with arachnophobia in a spider house." Foghorn chuckled to himself before he spoke to the audience. "And that was only the first of my Halloween pranks."
Meanwhile, Barnyard Dawg had managed to untie his tongue and was thinking of a way to pay the rooster out. As he thought, two geese were walking by.
"Did you hear the rumor?" one of them asked catching Dawg's attention.
"No, I haven't." the other answered.
"Our area has a huge killer tiger on the loose."
"Good heavens!"
"I know. I would hate to meet him in a dark alley."
"Or on the farmyard." Dawg chuckled to himself as an idea formed in his head.
As the sun finally for the evening, Dawg finished the last of the preparations for his revenge.
"That rooster won't know what hit him." Dawg chuckled to himself with his ears in the shape of devil horns. As he walked down the path he heard a low groaning nose. His blood ran cold with each step as the groans got louder and louder. Dawg's eyes shifted from left to right and vice versa, looking for the source of the nose. Then something poked him on the shoulder, he turned to see a sizeable Frankenstein monster standing behind him. Dawg literally jumped out of his skin screaming causing the beast to laugh relieving himself to be Foghorn in a customer.
"I can't believe I say I can't believe you fell for that." he laughed as he slapped his knee.
Dawg pulled up his skin and zipped it up. He was about to strangle him when he remembered his plan. He calmed down and spoke to the rooster in a friendly voice.
"I'll admit Foggy you got me good. Why if I didn't know any better, I would have sworn that the tiger was after me."
"Tiger?"
"Oh, did you hear, there's a tiger run loose around these parts."
"You ain't pulling my tail feathers are you?" Foghorn asked trying to hide his nerves.
"I'm being serious. Why on my way back down there, I thought I saw its paw prints." Dawg said.
Foghorn gulped. "Where... ur... where... did you say you saw this paw print?"
"Over there in the deep dark woods." Dawg stated pointing to the edge of the nearby forest as a bolt of light flashed across the sky. "I've heard he's a killer. If only there was a big strong rooster who could stop him."
"Well as it happens, I happen to be a big strong rooster." Foghorn stated with ego and pride. "I'll go into those woods and teach that overgrown kitty cat a thing or two." He then marched over to the forest, not seeing Dawg's slimy smirk.
Once he was sure he was far away from him, Foghorn's expression turned scared. "Oh, Foggy what have I say what have you got yourself into."
Foghorn stopped at the edge of the woods. He looked down to see the massive paw print. He gulped then raised his courage and entered the woods.
Foghorn slowly walked forward, looking from left to right to make sure the tiger didn't get him. Just as the full moon was hidden behind a large dark cloud, the rooster thought he could a growling noise.
"Show yourself you feline." Foghorn stated with his fists in the air, shaking as he spoke.
Then from out of the bush in front of him, a massive tiger walked out, the beast let out a fearsome roar, coving Foghorn in spit. Foghorn blinked in shock, then he shook off the wet spit.
"What I say what's the big idea, trying to scare me with that fake Halloween costume, Dawg? I've seen, I say I've seen cheese Halloween pranks in my lifetime but this I say, this is pathetic, even by your lower standers. I mean what in the world was thinking you imbecile" He belittled.
"Um, Foghorn."
"Not now Dawg." Foghorn said to Barnyard Dawg, who was in a store-bought tiger costume. He was just to continue his rant when he realized who he had spoken to. He looked at the tiger and then at Dawg serval times until the striped cat grinned showing its sharp white teeth. Foghorn let out a high-pitched womanly scream before he and Dawg ran for the hills with the tiger chasing after them. They ran as quickly as their legs could with the tiger just inches away.
"HELP!" They shouted in unison as they ran out of the woods. At last, they came to the Farmyard fence, with the gate still open. Foghorn rushed in and slammed the door shut before Dawg could get in. The terrified dog banged on the gate, begging Foghorn to let him in.
"Oh right." Foghorn said in embarrassment as he opened the gate to let Dawg in but just then the tiger grabbed them by the throat. They gazed in horror into the eyes of the large cat. The tiger opened his mouth, the two closed their eyes knowing what was to come and then...
"Trick and treat." The tiger said.
Foghorn and Dawg looked at each other in confusion.
"Don't you trick or treat?" Dawg asked.
"Oh sorry, it's just we tigers do both the tricking part and the treat part." the tiger pointed out as he released them.
"So, I say so that whole biz in the woods was just a prank?" Foghorn asked.
"Yep."
Foghorn and Dawg just looked at each other.
A few seconds later, Foghorn and Dawg gave him a few sweets and the tiger was on his way.
"You were a real chicken back there." Dawg stated to the rooster.
"Pot kettle." Foghorn bit back.
The two began to get into a tiff as usual.
"Oh, by the way, watch out for the chimp with the chainsaw. He's a bit of a psycho" the tiger called back before continuing on his way.
Foghorn and Dawg stopped their heated argument, they looked behind them to see...
"AAAAAAHHHHHHAAAAAAHHHHAAA!"
THE END?