It all started, 6 months ago, In October 1st, 1996, Itchy was busy doing housework, keeping the Apartment clean. While Charlie was out for a long time.
"Gosh," said Itchy. "Doing housework was hard work. Good thing I have scrubbed the floor, scrubbed the windows, vacuumed the floor, took out the trash. I have to clean up after Charlie. Speaking of which... Where is Charlie?"
Later tonight, while Itchy was resting under the table, Charlie, who eventually gained weight from having an eating contest during the party, eventually came home with the Boxes of Pizzas and Doughnuts. There were about 50 boxes of Pizzas, and 50 boxes of Doughnuts he brought home.
"Itchy," Charlie burped loudly. "I'm home. And I have brought pizzas and Doughnuts home."
The Loud Burp woke up Itchy. "Ow, What is that Noise?"
"Hiya, Itchy," Charlie Slurred as he appears to be morbidly Obese. Itchy was shocked to see Charlie.
"Woah, Charlie, what happened to You?"
"Welp, glad you've asked, Itchy," said Charlie as he slouched on the Couch like a Fat slob he is. "I had a good time at the flea bite Cafe, I challenged other dogs to the eating contest, and I won. Boy was I stuffed. I must of gain 900 pounds."
Itchy face palms, "Charlie, you know weight gain is a waste of time. You should stop hogging all the food and all the junk food and eat vegetables instead."
"Vegetables? Yuck! I hate vegetables," scoffed Charlie. "I am proud to be fat. Heh."
"Oh yeah?" Itchy protested. "Well I think weight gain is disgusting. You need to eat balanced diet and exercise more often."
"Okay, Itchy," said Charlie. "I would do that... If you can beat me at the eating contest."
Itchy warned, "I swear too much food would give me a bellyache, and you would, too. Once you gain too much weight, you'll be sick, and you will end up vomiting. Stop being competitive. I rather starve than to get bellyaches. Not only bellyaches, but also heart attacks, too"
"I promise to sober up if you beat me at the eating contest."
Itchy refused, but after much persuasion, Itchy reluctantly accepts.
"Fine, Charlie, I accept your challenge. If I win, You will have to clean up you own mess, but If you win, I'll pack up my stuff and move out."
Later, In October 4th, 1996, Charlie and Itchy were having an Eating contest, Although Itchy think it is a bad idea, Charlie persuaded him anyway. Yep, Charlie usually wins the eating contest, but Itchy ends up losing, causing Itchy to vomit. Because Itchy got a belly ache from eating too much.
Then Itchy decided enough is enough. "That's it! I can't take it anymore! No more weight gain schemes. No more backsliding. No more eating contest. No more competition. No more tom foolery! No more fun! That's the last straw! It's going too far! That Weiner dog is out of here!"
"Where are you going, Itch?" Asked Charlie.
"I'm going on a Diet," said Itchy, feeling nauseous.
"Why's that?" Asked Charlie.
"Because I'm feeling Nauseous," said Itchy as he turned green. "And not to mention, I got a bellyache."
"Come on, Itch," Charlie protested. "Lighten up. We have only begun eating. Besides, there's plenty of meat where that came from."
"No, Charlie, I refuse to eat more than a bite, and I refuse to lighten up," Itchy crossed his arms. "Besides, If I eat more, I am going to explode, and get a heart attack! I rather starve than to explode!"
"What?"
"No! I said, 'No', Charlie. And that's final! Besides, weight gaining has gone too far! You need to STOP eating!"
"Why should I?" Asked Charlie as he gulped down another meat. "I haven't finished my food yet."
"I don't care!" said Itchy. "I told you before and I have warned you so many times to order less meat! One meat is enough! But No, Charlie, you have to order 4000 meat when I said only to get One meat."
"You know, Itchy," said Charlie. "You're overreacting."
"I am not overreacting," Itchy cried. " I am warning you, if you keep eating too much, you will get a bellyache, feel nauseous, and you might get a Heart Attack.
"Don't waste your breath, Itchy," Charlie said. "Why not take a break, take a dip in the jacuzzi, and maybe come back to finish the food."
"No time, Charlie," Said Itchy. "I am going for a long walk and go hiking up the mountains. Or maybe I will go to the gym and lift some weights."
"Sounds kinda boring," Charlie scoffed. "I rather eat and sleep."
"No, Charlie," said Itchy. "Eating more food can cause more problems. You need to exercise, too. All dogs need exercise."
"Honestly, Itchy," Scoffed Charlie. "Why are you being so difficult? I hate exercises. I can do whatever I want."
"Well fine!" Said Itchy. "Eat all the food you want. See if I care. You will be sorry. As for me, I am packing up my stuff and moving out! And I am going to go exercise." Itchy storms off in anger.
"Itchy, come back!" Charlie called. "Don't you wanna eat and sleep, too?" But Itchy didn't listen, he already stormed off and left. In fact, He already packed up his stuff and left. "Well Fine! Who needs you anyway!" With Itchy gone, Charlie decided to throw a party. He invited other dogs over for a Pizza Party. And for a Slumber Party.
Now that Itchy is gone. Not only he moved out, but he went to seek help on what to do with Charlie and his Weight gaining schemes and how to overcome it.
Charlie especially tried to invite Sasha to a Slumber Party, Too.
"Say, Sasha," said Charlie as he flirts with her. "Want to come over for a Pizza Party?"
"Uh..." Sasha is unsure about it. "I am not sure..."
"And for a Slumber party?" Said Charlie.
Sasha feels uncomfortable about it.
"And most importantly, how a Kiss?" Asked Charlie as he was about to kiss her
Sasha scoffed, "hmph! No thank you, Charlie. I am not going to your-." Then she paused. "Wait a minute, why are you so fat?!"
"Chill, Sasha," said Charlie. "I was just getting warmed up. With a Kiss from a Girl. Come on, Sasha. You know you want to."
"You have got to be kidding," Sasha scoffed. "I am Not kissing you, I am not going to your Silly party, Not your slumber party, not even your weight gain schemes."
"Who told you!" Asked Charlie.
"Itchy told me," said Sasha. "Since you were so arrogant, Impulsive and too competitive and Scheming, ever since he moved out, he warned me Not to go there. Well, I agree with him, you need to go on a Diet. Otherwise, you'll get a bellyache, and a Heart Attack if this scheme keeps up."
Charlie was also Angry. " Ugh, I can't believe you were siding with Itchy! He's a Loser! He always leaves for no reason."
"I disagree," said Sasha.
"Huh?"
"You are going too far with your schemes," Sasha scolded. "And another thing, you'll be Alone, and there's no one to blame but yourself."
But Charlie didn't care. He is too proud to admit he is wrong. "In your dreams, Sasha. I'm gonna keep throwing a Party Anyway."
"Just get out of my Cafe," Sasha sneered angrily.
But Charlie refused. " I am not going anywhere until you come to My Party. And give me a Kiss."
Sasha slapped Charlie in a face for Flirting her and for failing to listen to the Warnings.
"Ow!" Charlie whined. "What was that for? I didn't ask to be slapped in a face, I asked for a kiss."
"You kissed me without my permission," Sasha scolded. "You were so selfish, so Arrogant, so Irresponsible, so lazy, so inconsiderate, so greedy, so Manipulative, so perverted, so lustful, so Envious, And too Chaotic, and I can't stand your Schemes. When are you gonna learn some Chastity, Charity, Moderation, Humble, Responsible, Digilant, and Honest? You'll never change!"
"Woah, Chill, Sasha, it's not that bad, I am always the same Charlie Barkin who likes to have fun," said Charlie. He continues to flirt with her. "Now how about a kiss before you kick me out, no?" He kissed her. Sasha was furious, she eventually slapped him again and kicked him out.
"Ow..." Charlie was dazed. "That was totally uncalled for." Charlie hates being slapped, rejected and thrown out of the Cafe. Little did he knows, Sasha hated his schemes and his Flirting. Deep down, he knew Sasha had a Point, as well as Itchy had a Point.
"Hey, Charles, how's the Party coming along?"
"! Anabelle?" Charlie was shocked. "What are you doing here?"
"Just checking to see if you are enjoying yourself," said Anabelle. "Where's Itchy?"
"Ugh... Again with Itchy?" Complained Charlie. "He moved out for no reason."
"That's because you hurt his feelings," said Anabelle as She scolded.
"Why?" Charlie sneered.
"I've sent Itchy to live with Benjamin the Badger since you have gone too far with your crazy schemes," said Anabelle. "As soon as you learn to overcome your crazy Schemes... You'll only have yourself to blame."
"Not funny, Anabelle," Charlie sneered.
"Sorry, Charles," said Anabelle. "But how would you like it when Carface and Killer kidnapped you while you are in a Coma? You'll get a bellyache and a heart attack if this scheme of yours keeps up."
Charlie scoffed, "Come on, Anabelle, give me a break! I was only having fun."
Anabelle sighs, " very well, Charles. Have fun all you want, but remember, you have been warned." Then She disappears.
Charlie scoffed at the warnings. "Bah! I hate warnings, it spoiled all the fun! I don't care what they say, I will have fun anyway."
While Charlie went home to throw a Party, but little did he know, Carface and Killer overheard his Schemes.
"Did you hear that, Boss?" Said Killer. "Charlie will continue his schemes."
"I know, Killer," said Carface. "Now shut up and Focus. We need a disguise to fool Charlie."
"But how are we going to find a disguise?" Asked Killer. As Carface punched Killer in the face Silly.
"Not find the disguise, you Moron," Carface Snarled. " We make disguises."
"We?"
"You will find the Materials, Killer," said Carface. "You will make a disguise for us so we can Ruin Charlie's Party.
Killer liked the Idea. "That's a splendid Idea, Boss." 😉
"Shut up and help me find the materials."
So Carface and Killer went to find many materials they can find.
They found the old leather in the abandoned Fabric store. Buttons in the trash can, and a sewing needle in the Sewers, and they also found the Aluminum foil to make a Faraday Cage with, of to make a mask or disguise with.
"Alright, Killer," said Carface. "Now we found the materials we need to make a disguise with, you'll do the sewing
"Oh, Boss, Do I have to?" Groaned Killer. But Carface slapped Killer silly. "Ow!"
"Shut up and get to work!" Shouted Carface. And so, Killer went to work Sewing.
Later, when he was finished, he tested the disguise. Killer sewn them really well.
"How's the Disguise coming along, Killer?" Asked Carface.
"Tested and Ready to go," said Killer as he gives a thumbs up.
"Good," said Carface. "Now Charlie will Not suspect a thing."
Now Carface and Killer were wearing a disguise to trick Charlie into thinking they were his Guests, but inside they were his frenemies.
What will happen next?
To be continued ...
