I try not to steal, at least not from people I know. But after that episode with Ryder and the crew, I'm not really respecting that self-designated limit. So I've snuck into Ryder's bedroom and took all his cash that he was saving for - I don't know, to buy a present for Katie or something. Why should I know. I've also snuck a laxative in his drink. Do you think that's too much?
Nah.
So here I am, packing up my things in the fire truck getting ready to go since Ryder's generosity has expired. I don't know where I'm going, but I do know I'm taking some other souveniers. Ryder's money? Check. Chase's blanket? Check. That's for me to feel close to him. Skye's pup pack - always useful if I need to fly. Not a very ideal situation for I'm a bit acrophobic, but desperate times would call for desperate measures. My pup tag - eh, that can stay in the lookout. I'm going off the grid. I'm also planning on going over to Mr. Porter's store and stealing - I mean, permanently borrowing, a few more beers first.
"Hey Marshall, what are you doing?" Shit. Rubble's here. I use my hind paw to kick Chase's blanket into my truck so he doesn't see it.
"Nothing, Rubble. Just planning on a little trip, that's all."
"A trip? To where? Does Ryder know? Can I come?" Oh, Rubble, you are always full of questions. He's very inquisitive, since he's young he still has that curiosity that many pups have. Right now though, it's just buggering me.
"Don't worry Rubble, I'll be back soon. Take care, huh?" With that, I hop in my truck and speed off, leaving Rubble in the dust. I hope he doesn't mind. Or get too inquisitive.
Maybe I should have bonked him on the head.