Please i kindly request that I not be asked how or where I manage to find a box.
Much less how I managed to lose track of the dynamic duo of spotted jesters who dared to follow my lead.
A super mega legendary tough guy spy never reveals his secrets.
Right now, I'm not just a dwarf suitcase dog that managed to escape its confinement in a closet under a box, but, the super mega legendary tough guy spy among the super tough guy guys, I am the legendary Snake Dewey, or as my acronym denote: I am the LSD doggy.
dog god, if you exist and you're up there, could you give me an eye patch to complete my great dizphras?
Since right now I am transporting myself very tactically on a terrain flooded with stained enemies.
I have to be extremely careful from now on, any ill-thought movement could denote my presence in the face of such threats.
I keep moving around the hallways, noticing that the walls seem to have multiple dog-legged canine geographies painted different colors all over the place, and I intelligently use the gentle Mr. Box as a sled whenever I want to move myself aroundstairs.
"Weeee!"
Spoilert alert:
It's a lot of fun, and you should totally give it a try at home!
Mr. box slides for a few moments on the floor, walking me over it, until he decides to stop, and I proceed to quickly reposition it on myself again.
I need to remind myself to be hidden, even if I promise myself to repeat what I did with Mr.Box in a near future.
Suddenly my ears pop up, and I stand totally still under the Mr.Box.
Protect me mister box!
I heard something approaching my position, along with a couple of barks, which i barely managed to identify, belong to the duo of jesters who seek to return to my true and only self to the closet.
I'm not Tom Cruise! I don't need to be locked in a closet 24/7 to operate normally.
"How could we lose Dewey from sight Dolly?"
Yes, how could you lose sight of me! I'm quite unique and great, if I were you, I would make a pedestal for me right now.
"Calm down, brother. We still have time before mom and dad come home."
uuuh, new information about the whereabouts of my parents, interesting, I knew that for something Mr. box was recognized worldwide as the spy's best friend.
Living things simply cannot bear to bleed all sorts of important information when they face the Mr.Box.
It is scientifically impossible!
"It's not just that Dolly. You already saw what Dewey is capable of."
Yes, I am able to make two dogs brutalize each other with a rubber chicken just to momentarily satisfy my entertainment inside a closet.
fear the mighty LSD doggy, now free from the confines of a closet.
"Well, maybe you have a point ... but, come on! Dewey is still Dorothy's size, the worst thing he can do is start crying really hard"
My doggy arachnid senses detect a challenge.
"Dolly, he can talk now, have you forgotten?"
True, true, just one more reason to dedicate a cult in the name of the great LSD doggy that I am.
"Can you blame me for trying not to think too much about that?"
Okay, I already heard too much and I'm getting bored.
I start slowly crawling out from under the box away from the duo.
"Hmm?"
*!*
I stop, I feel that someone sees Mr. box.
"Did the triple Ds drop their mail at the entrance again?"
No !, stop seeing Mr. box, he is currently in a happy and HEALTHY relationship with someone, and is the spectacular LSD.
"Dolly focus, we need to find Dewey as fast as possible, he is sure very confused and scared right now"
well, on the part of Confused, since I came into the world. And scared, heh, the LSD doggy doesn't know fear!
"Okay, okay, just, I thought it was a little strange to have such a detailed face drawn, look"
Oh no! I have made the serious mistake of making the box too sensual for this reality.
"Dolly, I don't care abou- whoa !, that, that's a really intimidating face, maybe it's from Da Vinci"
hmm, what a flattering dog, it is the first time that someone compares one of my quick drawings with the work of a dead artist.
Jester number 1 #, you've earned a name!
Your new name from now on will be: Dolan!
"Hehehe"
*!*
Bad Dewey, bad dog, don't make noise, remember that you are the legendary Snake Dewey (LSD).
(Change of point of view)
"Hehehe" a sharp laugh resounded inside the box with a face.
both pairs of ears, Dylan and Dolly, rose instantly, sharing a brief glance, before returning their attention to the box.
"Do not you think-"
Before Dolly could finish barking, Dylan put a claw on her muzzle as he began to sniff deeply, searching for the scent of his little brother Dewey.
he found it, he was under the box with a face.
"Dewey is under the box," Dylan whispered.
Dolly nodded as they both went around the box.
Dewey would have no escape this time, they had him surrounded, the plan not barked, was that Dylan would lift the box and Dolly would rush to take the cub before he could act.
"AHA!" Dylan exclaimed, as he lifted the box with face above his head.
There was nothing underneath.
"Huh?" Dolly exclaimed, sitting back with her eyes rolled in Dylan's direction.
"How strange, I could swear Dewey was here" Dylan was puzzled, his precise sense of smell assured him that his little brother Dewey would be-
A peculiar transparent yellow liquid began to spill on his head.
Dylan just rolled his eyes, the sad part of this, this was not the first time that one of the 97 puppies urinated on him during his newborn times.
It was certainly a daunting task to be the older brother of 97 cubs.
Dolly covered her muzzle with both paws, to avoid dying of laughter.
"Aaaahhh" Dewey very relieved all the urine that was trapped inside his bladder, while still anchored to the edges of the box with a face.
Just as the last few drops of urine hit Dylan's head, Dylan regained enough mental alertness to force himself to put the box aside, always careful not to harm Dewey.
The first thing Dolly noticed in Dewey, is that the little cub seemed to have a makeshift bandana with two straps on his forehead.
"Dewey ... you're grounded!" Dylan tried to use Mom's legendary technique. If Dewey could already speak and swear, it was safe to say that he would understand those two simple but terrifying words.
Dewey ignored him as he proceeded to lick himself.
This terrified and disgusted both brothers.
"Euw!" dolly turned away from her little brother, "Dewey, what are you doing !?"
Dewey washed up her eyes, "What else can it look like? I'm licking myself, stop looking weirdos!"
Dylan quickly stopped him, picking him up, "No, Dewey, we don't do that in this house!"
"Liar!" dewey pointed an accusing claw, "Mommy does it to daddy all the time when they think I'm asleep!"
The mental image produced by Dewey's comment caused the muzzle of both adolescent puppies to blush green.
Dylan lost control over little Dewey.
Dewey wasted no time with his freedom returned, and stood in front of both teenage puppies.
."Everyone thinks they are big dogs trying to take little Dewey back to the closet, like he's some kind of canine Tom Cruise ...", Dewey slowly removed the two leashes that were his bandana, holding them on each leg.
"But nobody is playing as the big dog when Dewey Belmont, noble last descendant of the Belmont house, takes out his second whip!"
Dolly and Dylan could only swallow hard when both ends of the straps hit the ground.
Dylan only had one question: "why, Why did i hear final boss music? "
(To be continue)
