The men dragged Rubble to Mr. Porters. They sat down on a chair and pointed a finger into Rubble's face, "Listen mutt, tell me where Sylvia is or this town will be token over."
Rubble drooped his head and ears, not looking at the man. "He has a name." Bingo barked behind him, "His name is Rubble, not mutt."
The man laughed, "Does it look like I care? I can call this dog whatever I want. After all, I did take him."
Bingo growled, but Rubble watched as she was tackled by a dog. He whined, looking at Bingo as the dog tackled her, growling in her face. The chains around his neck got pulled once more. "Tell me where the pup is, or she will die." He demanded, pointing at Bingo. "She umm-"
Suddenly he heard a voice he recognized, not heard in a while though. "She's at the lookout." Rubble turned around to see Piper, Sylvia's step mother. "She is my step daughter. I hate her, I got sick, and when I was sick, as my husband tried to take care of me, she got in the way. My husband had thought I died and took me to the beach to bury me, but," she coughed, "but she came and took him away, fully leaving me behind." She barked through coughs and sneezes.
The man smiled under his mustache, "Show me where this lookout is..."
Rubble gulped, afraid of what was coming next. "I-if Sylvia is there... don't hurt her please... and could I stay at home with my friends when we get there?" He looked at Socks, who scoffed.
"Listen Mubble, you are still our dog, and the scorpions do as they like. You are his dog now."
Rubble sighed, knowing there was no escape, "Right..." he mumbled.