DISCLAIMER TIME! I don't own Garfield and Friends, or the 'Screaming with Binky' segments, which belongs to Jim Davis! I also don't own Hank the Cowdog, which belongs to John R. Erickson!

All right, today's my birthday, so it's only fair I bring you my second to last Binky short! Let's see where we go with this! Anyway, enjoy!

Okay, you know it, I know it, it's...

Screaming with Binky

On a ranch somewhere in the Texas Panhandle, a brown furred dog, along with a white furred dog with a stub tail, were seen falling asleep under the gas tanks as a familiar orange cat with black stripes walked along the background and gave a nod.

"Today, we're here in the Texas Panhandle and observing Hank the Cowdog's quote-unquote 'job' as the Head of Ranch Security. Don't let his books and his narration fool you, folks. He may claim himself to be the Head of Ranch Security, but in actuality, he's seen more like an ordinary dog that always causes mischief whenever necessary. Still, you can't help but admire a dog in his natural habitat... sleeping his life away."

Garfield then zipped off as the brown dog, known as Hank, blinked a bit as he gave a small yawn as he gave a small stretch.

"There he is now, just getting up and getting ready for the day, which consists of checking on the cowboys on their ranch work, doing a lot of patrols around the area, listening to the chickens, chasing the cat whenever he's provoked... you get the idea..."

Hank paused as he looked around, as if in confusion. He could have sworn he heard something just a minute ago, but for some reason, he couldn't see anything. After shaking his head a few times, he looked over to his sleeping partner, Drover as the dog frowned, looking ready to wake him up.

"But first, to wake up his second in command, Drover. He'll have to do it quie- yeah, I'm not even going to sugarcoat this, cue the clown!"

Hank took a deep breath as if ready to wake up the little mutt when all of a sudden...

"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY, DOGGIES!"

A clown in orange hair, a green suit and white make-up came up from right behind Hank the Cowdog as the dog let out a loud scream of shock. That, in turn, woke up Drover as the mutt let out a similar scream.

"Help, murder, mayday, oh my leg!" Drover screamed as he started yapping around before running away towards the machine shed.

Hank looked over and his eyes widened as he saw the grinning clown before him. He growled and barked in fear, though if one were to translate his thoughts, it would be as follows, "The Clown Monster from Beyond the Grave has come to haunt my nightmares! I have to warn the family! Drover, get back here, you coward and help me out here!"

Hank started to run off as he started to head towards the house where Sally May had just came out with a large birthday cake. Sally May then stopped short as she saw the sight of the familiar dog leaping over the gate and running towards Sally May. The woman shrieked as she tossed the cake up in the air and dived out of the way, causing Hank to run off. To add insult to injury, the cake then immediately fell on her.

Hank tried to bark a warning, "Sally May, there's a scary clown and... you seem to be having an issue of your own..."

The barks slowed down as Hank's eyes shrank to see a furious Sally May slowly getting up and wiping the cake from her face. The dog shrunk as he gave a nervous grin.

"You brute. I try to prepare a birthday party for Molly and look what you did. You made me drop her birthday cake!" Sally May growled as Hank wagged his tail guiltily.

"Oh... this was your cake?" Hank communicated through tail wags. "I had no idea."

"Oh, you stupid dog, you are so lucky that you've been getting some good credit around here, or what I'd do to you would be WORSE than what I originally came up with!" Sally May said, trying to restrain herself from choking the dog.

Hank wasn't sure that he wanted to know what Sally May originally had planned for him.

"If I were you, I would turn my tail out of the yard and hide out for the rest of the day, because if I see you again, you have no idea what wrath I am about to uphold on you!" Sally May growled. "Now... GET!"

Hank got the message loud and clear as the dog turned tail and ran out of the yard, but not before slamming his face on the yard gate. He jumped over the fence and ran towards the machine shed, passing by a chuckling Binky.

"Gee, that dog seems to be having quite a rotten day!" Binky said with a small disappointed frown, before grinning. "Maybe I should cheer him up!"

Binky giggled with glee as he skipped off, presumably to go after Hank. Garfield could only watch as he shook his head.

"Well, you know what they say. Sometimes, trouble can be brewing, but even life has its turn arounds... or something like that. I don't know, I'm running out of ideas on how to end these segments. But we'll be right back after this, once we get our life in place." Garfield said as he heard the dog barking at the clown once again. "Case in point."

And that's this 'Screaming with Binky' short all done! How did you guys like it? All right, next month will be my final Screaming with Binky segment, and I'm going to end it on an unbelievable note! Anyway, read, review, suggest and criticize away!