The Gang brought Stan and the pups back to Paddy's Pub when the sun was rising up.
Mac grabbed Stan by the collar and forced him into the bar while Charlie carried Gracie and Freddy. Stan and his pups were then in the middle of the bar, sitting on the floor.
"Listen, you have to bring me and my pups back to my family." Stan said to them.
"We don't have to do shit for you." Said Mac.
Stan looked around the bar."Oh, I am definitely giving this bar a poor review on my blog." He noted, angry.
They looked at him, confused."Blog? You have a blog?" Said Dennis.
"Holy shit!" Dee said, recognizing Stan."You're the writer of that blog that posts weird shit!"
"What?" Said Mac, more confused.
Dee brought out her phone and showed them pictures of Stan's blog.
"Who's that?" Charlie pointed at a picture of a dog in an old photo.
"Oh, that's my grandfather. He was at the Yalta conference." Stan said.
"How the fuck did your grandpa attend the Yalta conference?" Dennis asked."He's a dog!"
"He was also a spy." Stan told him.
Suddenly, they heard the door open.
"Hey, guys." Said Frank, walking into the bar."So, did you fuck up that guy's room?" Frank then saw the dogs."What the hell? Did you guys bring these mutts in here?" He asked.
"Who's this guy?" Stan asked, wondering who the short man was.
Frank turned and stared at him.
"Everyone else heard the dog talk, right?" Frank looked at the gang.
The Gang nodded.
"Okay," Said Tyler."Let's come up with a plan to save Stan and the pups."
"Wait," Avery said."Is there anyone else that hates these people that took Stan? Maybe they would like to help us."
Cricket thought for a moment."Well, there's the Mcpoyles but I don't think you'll like them very much."
"Why?" Asked Tyler.
"Because there an inbred family who just love milk a lot."
"What does inbred mean? What kind of bread is it?" Asked Chloe.
"Uh...let's stay away from them." Said Avery, not trusting the Mcpoyles."Anyone else?"
"Well, there's a lawyer that hates the Gang as well."
"Great! Maybe he can help us sue them-"
"But he hasn't been himself lately since his eye got clawed from a bird in a courtroom."
"Oh..." Avery then sighed."Okay, let's just come up with a plan on how to save them."
"Do you have one?" Tyler asked his step-sister.
"No, I have to think of one." Avery said.
"Well, you better come up with one quick because their probably gonna tell the whole world that they have talking dogs." Said Karl.
"Wait...what?" Said Cricket, confused by what he meant by talking dogs.
"Why did you guys even go to that hotel room in the first place?" Stan asked as Frank was still processing the fact that there was a talking dog in the bar.
"Your owner wouldn't let us into a pool." Said Mac.
"What?! That's what you're angry about?!" Stan yelled.
"Hey, he called us white trash." Dee told him.
"Why did you mess up your owner's place?" Charlie asked the talking dog.
"I was bored." Stan said.
Dennis then brought out his phone to record Stan and his pups.