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A/N sorry I took so long to update but I promise the next chapter will be up A LOT soon… cuz I'm out of school now! Does a cheerleader kick and smiles winningly Yeah and thanks to Onisius (who has been my only constant reviewer and I thank her bunches for that… she keeps me going) and ShadowElfBard for beta-ing this for me! Now on to the story! Please please Leave a review!
10:00 pm
Blue Cove, Delaware
The Centre
SL 26
Turtle's Cell
The turtles sat on the floor in a circle, shivering despite the thin blankets draped over them. The scientists had lowered the temperature of the room before they left to see how the turtles would fair.
Leo moved slightly out of the circle to get a good view of the door. After he was sure that everyone was gone and would not be coming back, he moved back into the circle and gave a nod. Raph shrugged his shoulders a bit as if to say 'What now?' Donny swung his hands as if wielding a sword, patted his shell, and moved his hands as if using a joystick for a computer game. Raph shrugged his shoulders again and repeated the same joystick motion that Don had used. Don pointed across the room to where all their equipment, including their weapons, were kept. Raph growled a bit and slumped over slightly in defeat. He glared at Don and gave him a 'that's your plan?' look. Don shrugged and motioned that the floor was Raph's.
Raph clenched his hand into a fist and moved it forward as if punching someone. Leo shook his head and slid a hand across his throat. The silent debate went on. One turtle would make an escape plan and another one would shoot it down.
Suddenly there came a rattling sound. All of them went into attack mode. They shook off their thin blankets and forced their cold limbs to quite shaking. Each of them listened intently to the scarping of metal against metal. Without warning, a vent in the corner of the room opened. A thin man with fiery red hair poked his head out of the hole. He looked around for a moment, then dropped to the floor. He stumbled a bit when he hit the ground but he quickly recovered. He scrambled over to the cage and pressed his face up against the bars.
"Brothers," He whispered to himself.
Leo stood from his crouched position, and slowly approached the man seeing him as no immediate threat. His brothers though, kept their defensive postures.
"What?" Leo asked. "Who are you?"
The man's light blue eyes grew big as they focused on Leo.
"Angelo" he breathed as if Leo should have known. "Brothers need help. Friend need help. Red need help!"
Angelo's voice rose an octave with each sentence. By the time he was done speaking it had reached a feverish pitch.
"Shh… calm it down," Raph warned. "Your gonna have the guards comin in here checkin on the ruckus."
Angelo was back to whispering again. His eyes met Raph's briefly then he started at the floor.
"Anger, fear, hate, brothers fear. Brothers hate Bobby. Brothers anger, anger brothers, Bobby hate, brothers fear!"
"Who is this dude?" Mikey asked.
"It's like he's possessed or something," Donny said, watching in amazement as Angelo mumbled to himself.
Suddenly, Angelo's head popped up and his eyes focused again. "Daughter's friend help brothers!"
He ran over to the vent, clambered up, replaced the cover, and was gone just like that.
"That was too weird," Mikey giggled. He rubbed his numb fingers over his cold arms, trying to get some heat to circulate. He grabbed his blanket and draped it over his shoulders.
"Ok, so like when they decided to turn down the heat, they weren't just tryin to save money were they?" Mike asked.
"I donno what they want anymore Mikey. One second it seems like I know what they are shootin for, then they turn around and head another direction!"
Don paced around the cage and hopped up and down for a bit.
"One thing I do know though is that if we don't keep our body temperatures up, there could be some serious consequences."
Raph ground his teeth together to keep them from chattering.
"How are we supposed to keep warm if we can bearly make our muscles work?"
Don continued to hop up and down, not letting his heels touch the floor.
"We keep moving."
Leo let out a shaky breath.
"Don's right. We can't sleep tonight if we want to get out of this unscathed. Mikey, you wanna spar with me?"
"Sure, Leo, just go easy on me. I'm a sluggish turtle, and I bet one hit in the right spot and I'll break into a million little frozen pieces."
Raph sank to the floor and started to do sets of pushups.
Not long after they started their forced workouts, Mikey struck up a song to keep up their spirits.
"We are we are, the youth of the nation
We are we are, the youth of the nation"
Raph picked it up from there, singing the lyrics
"Last day of the rest of my life
I wish I would've known
Cause I didn't kiss my mama goodbye"
Leo took his turn,
"I didn't tell her that I loved her
and how much I care
Or thank my pops for all the talks
And all the wisdom he shared"
Don jumped in,
"Unaware, I just did what I always do
Everyday, the same routine
Before I skate off to school"
Mikey stepped up to the plate,
"But who knew that this day wasn't like the rest
Instead of taking a test I took two to the chest"
Raph,
"Call me blind, but I didn't see it coming
Everybody was running
But I couldn't hear nothing"
Leo,
"Except gun blasts, it happened so fast
I don't really know this kid
Even though I sit by him in class"
Don,
"Maybe this kid was reaching out for love
Or maybe for a moment
He forgot who he was"
Mikey,
"Or maybe this kid just wanted to be hugged
Whatever it was I know it's because"
They all sang together on the chorus, each taking different parts,
"We are, We are, the youth of the nation
We are, We are, the youth of the nation"
The four ploughed on endlessly. Their tired, freezing limbs knotting and straining in protest against the cold conditions. Yet the brothers still sang, song after song they sang to keep their minds off of the situation. After all they were going to be there all night, fighting off hypothermia.
8:00 am The Next Day
Turtle's cell
SL 26
The Centre
Blue Cove, Delaware
Dr. Kozwell walked into the room and immediately pulled her lab coat tighter around her. The room was supposed to be set at forty-five degrees! This was no forty-five degrees. Her head snapped to the left as she thought about how her charges had faired. They were all in the cell doing various activities. Two of them were in the far corner doing something somewhat like wrestling while the other two were crouching then jumping into the air only to repeat the same movement.
"Hey, nice to see ya lady, now would you mind turnin up the thermostat?" asked Raph as he poked his head out of the fight he was in with his brother.
"Yeah. We knew this hotel was cheap, but if we knew they turned the heat off at night we never would have checked into Motel Six instead. At least they leave the light on for ya," commented Mikey in-between a rep of frog hops.
This earned small grins from the rest. Kozwell ran over to the thermostat and promptly turned it up. She then scurried over to her desk to get the security code for the surveillance room. It was going to be interesting to see what went on last night! She grabbed the papers she needed and her clipboard to take notes, and rushed out of the room.
Dr. Kozwell sat in one of the chairs in the surveillance room staring at the monitors in awe. Not only were they smart enough to know they couldn't stop moving, they also were able to sing songs! They must have sung a number of songs during the night. They didn't have the best singing voices but they were supposed to be animals and yet they sang just as any human would! The talking was different. It could have just been the mutants imitating sounds they had heard in their lives as a parrot would. The music though… they added their own little crescendos and tid bits where it wouldn't normally be in the song. She sat there tapping her foot in time with the beat they were creating. Finally board, she fast-forwarded the tapes. They did the same thing all night long. Sometimes they would switch from singing songs to telling jokes, but they never told memories. The one turtle, CT 11 had started with a 'hey guys remember when…' but the leader of the pack CT 10 had stopped him.
"Not a good idea, Mikey."
They went back to telling jokes and singing songs. They must have been exhausted! Kozwell hurried back to see how they were doing now that the temperature had evened out a bit.
By the time she had gotten to the lab, some of her other coworkers had arrived. They were all scurrying around with wide eyes and set jaws. Once again her head rolled to the left. This time all the turtles lay in the cell, flat on their shells, panting heavily. Their whole bodies were shaking uncontrollably. Kozwell stopped one of the assistants as they hurried by.
"What happened here?"
"We don't know. I came in a little after eight. The room was colder than it should have been, but the heat was rising so I left it alone. The specimens seemed to be involved in an exercise of some sort. One of them, CT 13 I think it was, said that that was enough and that the danger had passed. They all sat down and a few minutes later they all started shaking and quivering. Dr. Chutuck said he wanted to leave them alone to see what they did about it."
The young man then shook himself loose and continued on his errand. Kozwell craned her neck to see over the other people's heads. She spotted Chutuck and ran over. She grabbed him by the shirtfront and shook him.
"What do you think you are doing! There could be something seriously wrong with them! Let me tell you, this room was considerably colder than it should have been! It's a miracle they haven't died from over exposure already!"
She didn't wait for a comment. She whirled around and demanded the cage be opened. Running in, she crouched beside the nearest turtle. He lay curled up in as tight of a ball as his shell would allow him. His eyelids were shut tight. She tried to peal one back but he pulled away.
"I only want to help you," she whispered quietly.
"Let her ha-elp Mikey," The turtle from the other corner breathed between his clacking teeth.
Once again she tried to lift his eyelid. This time she succeeded. His pupils were small and beady. Sweat dripped from his face yet he still sat there shivering like he was in the middle of a blizzard with no were to take cover. He only had one of the thin purple blankets rapped around his broad shoulders.
"Turn down the heat again. We need to raise it gradually."
She looked up to see that no one had responded to her order.
"Now! Bring me hot water too! Not too hot, just a little over warm."
Two assistants jumped and rushed to accomplish the requests. She pried the turtle's arm from the ball he had created for himself, and started to rub it vigorously.
"You need to get the fluid in your body moving again."
"C-c-come on guys. I guess our little work out i-i-isn't over yet." Donny said.
With much moaning and some grunts of exertion, they all managed to get up. They stood on shaking limbs as they focused on keeping their balance. Raph shook off his blanket and started doing more pushups. The others soon followed. Their limbs were so cold that the number of exercise they could do was limited. Their movements were slow and sluggish as the temperature dropped once again.
"Remind me n-n-never to go t-t-to Alaska." Raph grumbled. "I now ha-ate the c-c-cold with a p-pa-ssion."
They worked for over twenty minutes before the room was even remotely back to normal temperature. Kozwell came in with bowls full of warm water and they all drank thankfully.
Outside the cage Chutuck was talking with his first hand aide.
"Should we cancel the experiments for today boss?"
"No, let's continue with them. In fact, let's start the first experiment now."
"Now sir?"
"Did I stutter? Yes, now, and don't dally!
"Yes sir!"
The aide went scurrying and came back shortly after with four turtles. They were medium sized red ear sliders. He shoved them into the cage and quickly retreated. Mikey, having finished his bowl of water and managing to keep his shivering under control, strolled over and picked one of the turtles up. He looked it square in the eye and it hissed at him. Mikey promptly sat down and started trying to tickle the turtle. It, in turn, promptly bit his finger. Mikey roared in laughter as the little turtle tried hard to find a spot small enough for him to get its small mouth around.
"I think this one is a bit like you Raph." He joked.
Raph picked up another one of the turtles that had started crawling towards him.
"I donno Mikey. This one looks a lot like you. It's all cross eyed."
By the end of the experiment Mikey was holding 'turtle races' and the scientists were betting on which of the little creatures would win.
"Come on little dude!" Mikey called to his turtle as Raph's started to catch up.
"Come on! You can do it! Go, Go, Go!"
9:00 am
Sim Lab 119
SL 26
The Centre
Blue Cove, Delaware
"What do you mean you don't know how to do a sim!? You have been living with the best pretender in the world for six months! Don't tell me you don't know how to do a sim!"
Dr. Bo was teetering on the brink of insanity. Everything from his body posture to the look of pure madness on his face pronounced his derangement.
"I told you. I can't do it. Well, I'm sure I can, but not as of now. I kinda slip in and out of it and I can't control it. It all plays out in my head as you said it should but I can't explain it. It's like…how do I explain this? "Kara sighed and her shoulders slumped in thought. "Ok, everything has a sense. Every person, every animal, every plant or toy. Each object has its own sense that it creates, but each sense is different for each person. When I sim I can feel those senses but they aren't things to be explained. No matter how hard I try I could never explain them. Human words just can't describe it."
Bo eyed Kara for a full minute.
"Get Jarod down here. I don't care what it takes, but get him down here. Tell Lyle that a problem has arisen concerning project Adapt."
Minutes later Lyle came storming into the sim lab.
"You are NOT getting my pretender!"
"Mr. Lyle, Project Adapt seems to be having a problem simming that was never confronted. Jarod is the most capable teacher we have in the field of pretending."
"You aren't getting him! He is my project and he is getting nowhere near another pretender! It would be too easy for him to escape or relay information! He's done it before and it is NOT going to happen again!"
"Mr. Lyle, with all due respect sir, the Triumvirate would not be happy with you if they found out you refused to train another potential pretender."
Lyle turned to the sweeper that had been shadowing him since he left Jarod's cell.
"Go get Jarod, put him in chains and bring him down here."
Jarod came shuffling in shortly after, with five sweepers surrounding him on all sides. His facial expression might as well have been set in stone because whenever he came into the room it never changed. He wasn't smiling but he wasn't frowning either. His eyes gave away nothing as to what he was thinking. He stared straight forward, not acknowledging anyone in the room, not even Kara.
Lyle's composure had also changed. He had switched from a raging lunatic to a man with a calm exterior but a dangerous interior, just waiting to be released. He walked up and stood right in front of Jarod, he addressed the sweepers that weren't guarding him without breaking the stare down between the slave and the master.
"Set them ten feet apart, and blindfold him. I don't want any hidden conversations going on here. He has deceived us once that way and it is not happening again."
A sweeper quickly covered Jarod's head in a black cloth hood, then stepped back once more.
"Now Jarod, from what I have heard, you haven't trained your little pretender animal yet. She needs to know how to relay information from her sims. That is going to be your job because you should have done it before."
"You mean that's my job because I am the only one that can do it." Jarod ground out, his head held high against his unseen enemy.
Lyle slapped him across the face. Jarod rolled his head to the side when he felt the hand hit, but it wasn't enough avoid the inevitable bruising that would appear later.
"Don't back talk. So are you going to do your job?"
"No." His answer was blunt and to the point and it earned him another slap.
"Then again, I could always order Willie to stop another car on that desolate road in the middle of nowhere and…"
"Fine," Jarod cut in. "I'll see what I can do."
9:10am
Parker's House
Blue Cove, Delaware
"What?!"
Parker was just fixing Debbie breakfast when the phone rang.
"Miss Parker, I… found a way that you can talk to Jarod…"
"Sam, you called me to tell me something, now talk!"
"Well, you are gonna have to get here pretty fast. He isn't on SL22 anymore. I was watching the security cameras. They took Jarod to SL 26. I am not sure how long he is gonna be there though."
"Gee, great, Sam, thanks," Parker snapped, throwing her free hand up and rolling her eyes, gestures completely unseen by the sweeper. "And how do you suppose that I am going to get in there? Lyle probably has the place fenced off to everybody but himself and some of his minions. I take one step on that floor and they are going to shoot me dead! Was that your plan, Sam? To get me killed just so I could ask Monkey Boy a few questions?"
"Technically, Miss Parker, you can use the cover of asking him questions for your report. You still need to finish that follow up report seeing as capturing Jarod was your job and Lyle can't deny you that…."
Silence was all Sam heard.
"Miss Parker. Miss Parker?"
The dial tone was all he received.
Ten minutes later Parker was at The Centre. She flew through the hallways and corridors, all the way down to SL 26. Every door she came to she flicked a quick glance in the observation window to see if her target was within. Finally, she found her quarry and barged into the sim lab, interrupting the lesson that was taking place.
"Hey, Lyle! Mind if I barrow your pretender a minute?" Parker called in a false, upbeat voice.
Two sweepers took a step and blocked her path. She stopped and starred them both down.
"What's a matter boys? Can't I talk to my own brother?" The first part was sweet but her tone quickly changed to of one to anger. She placed a hand on each of their chests' and pushed them aside like swinging doors.
"Daddy's order's, Lyle," she mocked him. "I need to ask Frankenface a few questions to finish the apprehension report, but of course if you object you can go complain to daddy. I'm sure he would appreciate your complete disregard to his orders."
9:30 am
The hallway out side the turtles cell
SL 26
The Centre
Blue Cove, Delaware
Debbie poked her head around the corner as two scientists came out of the room at the end of the hall.
"I think they'll be just fine, Ben. For our sake we better hope they are all right. Mr. Parker would have our heads if we messed up another big project like this."
"Oh come on. You know that Mr. Parker doesn't get involved in anything going on on SL26. Even if the turtles died by some freak accident Dr. Chutuck would have to put in a plea to have us killed and you know how Mr. Parker deals with those. Besides, what could happen if we leave them alone for a few mintues?"
The science turned the opposite corner and continued their way down the hall.
Turtles?! Debbie loved turtles! Maybe they would be like that one turtle, George, that she saw at the zoo with Ms. Parker! At that thought she scrambled over to the door that was just about to click shut, and slipped into the room.
She snuck into the room and immediately caught sight of the Tupperware container to the far right of the room. She rushed over and looked inside. Four little turtles were crawling around in the bottom of the container.
"They're so cute!" She said aloud.
"That's what I said," a voice from behind her called out.
She spun around, painfully aware of the trouble she would be in if anybody saw her in here. Behind her in a cell that covered the whole far wall were four big turtles!
"You're even bigger than George!" She breathed.
One of the ones with a purple mask over his eyes chuckled.
"And we're probably a bit smarter than George too!"
Debbie walked over and seated herself right in front of the bars.
"You have such big shells!" She exclaimed.
"All the better to rough house with my dear," joked Mikey.
Leo gave him a slight nudge and pushed his way towards the front of the bars.
"Hey, Honey. What's your name?"
"Debbie."
"Debbie, that's a pretty name. Well my name is Leo and these are my brothers, Raph, Don, and Mike. We have a problem. You see, we seem to be stuck here. We need your help. Do you think that you could go over there and get those weapons on that table?"
Debbie fidgeted; desperately wanting to help her knew friends.
"I'm not supposed to touch knives."
"Well Debbie, I will grant you special permission just this once if you are very careful," Leo cooed.
"The scientists hurt you didn't they?" She asked with tears in her eyes.
"Yes they did, some. They separated us from our dad, and we need to find him. Can you please go get our weapons for us, Debbie, so we can go find him?"
Debbie nodded and all the turtles breathed a sigh of relief. She picked up the weapons that were originally in the turtles belts and started to carry them over one by one.
"Careful with that pouch of pointy stars, Debbie," cautioned Donny.
She dropped Raph's sias but was quickly reassured that it was fine and she was doing well. After she gave Raph his weapons and Donny got his bag of inventions they quickly went over to the door and tried to disengage the lock. "Should I just stab it Don?"
"I donno Raph. It has a cornea scanner attached. If you smash it, it might set off an alarm."
"Well how about I smash it and we let the alarm get set off then we go over to da door and wait for them ta check on us? The second they come in we send 'im all off to la la land."
"What do you thin, Leo?" asked Don.
Leo inspected his katanas. Once satisfied that they had not been damaged, he sheathed them.
"Sounds like our only choice. Might as well. Go to it, Raph."
Raph smashed the cornea scanner and quickly picked the lock.
"Dang it! We gotta get these things out of our arms or we are done for!" Raph gestured towards the shock electrodes implanted in their arms.
"Here," he grabbed Mikey's arm and quickly made a slit with his sai just below the lump where the electrode was. Digging it out of his flesh with the other sai and smashing it once it was out.
"Geez Raph! Give a guy a warning before ya go mutilating his arm," exclaimed Mikey as he tried to get the bleeding to stop.
"No time," said Leo as he did the same with his Katana while Raph helped Don with his.
They got the last of the electrodes out with no time to spare. Sweepers came storming through the door.
"Mikey! Grab Debbie! We're out of here!"
Mikey tucked Debbie under one arm, a nunchuck whirling in his other.
"Hang on! We're going for a ride, dudette!"
9:40 am
Blue Cove, Delaware
The Centre
SL 26
Sim lab 119
"I told you, Parker. Kara and I were pretending to be gang members, one of Lyle's buddies must have saw us and you know the rest."
"I don't buy it Jarod. It is too simple and you know it. What else went on in New York?"
Lyle was half happy that Jarod didn't tell Parker about the mutants found in New York during the pursuit for Jarod and Kara. Yet he still hated his sister therefor he sat in his chair with his arms folded over his chest, glaring at her for all he was worth.
"See, Parker," Lyle mocked. "Just like I said. Now please remove yourself from the immediate area. I have work to do and you are a nuisance." He waved his hands about dramatically towards the door.
Miss Parker was about to retaliate when a series of thumps followed by a few groans sounded from outside of the lab. All humor was gone as Lyle began to rant.
" Ha! I knew it all along! You just wanted to get to Jarod! There was no report! I bet you have Sydney and Broots waiting out there. See, that is where you messed up, Missy Parker. My sweepers have direct orders to dispose of any one that comes on this level unauthorized. You may be able to outsmart dear Daddy but you will never out smart ME! Boys! Take the pretenders back to their cells. My sister and I need to have one last heart to heart before she leaves, for good!"
Parker's eyes grew wife for a moment. She hadn't thought this through. She had the chance to talk to Jarod and she jumped at it head first. Sam had set her up! Now all she had was her stiletto heals and a 9mm. How was she going to get out of this one?
The sweepers grabbed the still blindfolded Jarod and the very bewildered Kara to take them off to their cells, and Parker and Lyle raced to retrieve their firearms out of their holsters.
9:40 am
Blue Cove, Delaware
The Centre
SL 26
Outside sim lab 119
"Be ready guys. They'll be out any minute to see what the noise is. Raph, you slip in and get Jarod and Kara. Donny, Mikey, and I will hold them off."
The doors slammed open with five sweepers leading a blindfolded Jarod. Kara was behind them, being dragged along by two sweepers. She growled and kicked as they moved out the door.
"Woah! Talk about being hand delivered!" Yelled Mikey as he kicked the first guy he came in contact with in the face.
Jarod's head snapped up, trying to find his unseen friends. Kara ceased her struggling for a split second, only to start again with ten fold the power. Her laughter ricocheted off the walls and bounced down the desolate hallway.
Jarod shook himself free from the suffocating hood over his head as Raph picked the locks to his chains.
"Don't laugh so soon, Kara. We still need to find Splinter and get up to ground level without being shot down."
"Splinter's dead." The two words that Leo spoke as monotone a possible weighed heavily on the group. A single tear glistened brightly as it rolled down his cheek. Mikey came towards his brother, confusion painted across his features.
"What? Leo, how?"
"I was mediating the other night. He came to me and said goodbye. I tried to stop him from giving up but he had already died. He was unreachable by any means. His soul had left this world."
They all stood staring at Leo, not believing what he just heard. Raph clenched his sias and shook furiously, denying the awful truth.
"No. No! He's not dead! He can't be!"
Donny grabbed him by the shoulders and forced him to look in his eyes.
"Leo's right. I can't feel is vibes anymore, and I don't think you can either Raph."
Raph squeezed his eyes shut tight and clung to his brother in a fierce hug. The whole time Jarod, Kara, and Mikey just stood there, to stricken to speak. Mikey came out of his stupor first.
"Guys, we need to keep moving. Once they get wind that we are gone this place is gonna turn into a battle field."
Leo quickly wiped his tears away and straightened up.
"Mikey's right. We got to go. We will have time to mourn Sensei's death later, but if we don't go now then we will no doubt meet the same fate as him."
Leo had scarcely finished his speech before Lyle came thundering out of the sim lab.
"What the…"
He raised his gun, ready to shoot the beasts.
"You!" Raph growled.
None could stop him. The deed was done in a matter of seconds. It took all of his brothers to haul him off of the bloody mess that was once Jarod's most feared enemy.
"Raph, we need to go!"
Kara jumped in front of the insane turtle.
"Raph! You once told me to get free of here that we would all need to have clear heads and we would need to have our hearts in the right place. Mine is in the right place, now is yours? Splinter is already free. Now we have to get free. You killed Lyle, and there isn't much more to do here. Come on, let's go."
Raph turned towards Kara, the pain evident in his eyes. He took a few ragged breaths and puffed out his chest a bit. Clenching his teeth tight he turned towards what he hoped was the way out.
"Ok, let's go."
10:00 am
Blue Cove, Delaware
Road outside the Centre gates
Argyle took a look at the large stone sign planted right in the middle of a flowerbed. Finally! He had made it! He was tired and dirty, his shoes were worn paper thin from walking after his car was stolen in Chicago, he was half starved, and Dog was getting antsy after six months of searching! Finally though he had reached his destination. It had taken him over five months to find Jarod after he had sent him home when a big case came up. He had been trying to find him ever since. He had gotten a tip from an outside source that Jarod was caught in that Centre place over in Blue Cove, so Argyle marched right over. Now he was going to give him a piece of his mind!
Looking at the fence it was obviously meant to keep people out. There was a sign on the gate that read 'Trespassers will be shot. Survivors will be shot again.' Nothin like the good and honest truth, huh?
"Ok, Dog, my manly dog! Now you go over there and crawl under that there fence real stealth like, ok?" Argyle coaxed his dog. "Then ya go over and hit that button that says 'OPEN'. It's that big green button right there. See? Hey, Dog. No, Dog, not over there! You crawl under this fence. Here, see?"
Argyle got flat on his stomach and tired to scoot his was under the fence. His coat tails got caught in the iron spikes when he was only half way under.
"Hey, Dog. Can ya help a brother out? Oh come on! Please! Hey I'll buy you all the treats you can eat for a year! Huh? Ya know a scam when ya smell one, huh? Well how about for old times sake?"
Dog promptly crawled under the fence and pressed the green button. An alarm went off, sounding over speakers placed everywhere.
"Awhuh!!"
Argyle tensed at the sound of approaching footsteps and let his head fall to the ground when he saw the bright shiny penny loafers standing before him.
"Uh… hi guys! I'm uh here to… ask if you guys support Tupperware! Buy a stack of 'em today!"