Blythe shook her head. She had to focus. As much as what she was doing was crazy, it was important to Lucky, so she had to try to do her best. "Hey Brittany, Whitney, what's up?" Blythe casually approached the twins, trying to put on a fake smile.

"Why does it matter to you, Blythe?"

"Well, I heard a rumor that you were adopting a lot of dogs. I was wondering what you were planning on doing with them." Blythe smiled. "I've always enjoyed dogs. I was hoping you might let me have one of them."

"We can't give any of them to you."

"Yeah. Daddy said that if we really wanted them, we had to, watch them, like, by ourselves."

"Well then. Could I come over and see them at least? That might help me decide what kind I want when I get my own soon."

"Sure. While you're around, we can show you the new flatscreen that Daddy got us for our birthday."

"We can use her to show Daddy that we have friends that we want to share our richness with. Maybe he'll raise our allowance."

"That sounds good. Drucilla needs a second floor for her house."

"And Dexter needs a bigger yard."

That worked for Blythe. Visiting the Biskit's when she was invited was bad enough, she really didn't want to have to sneak into their house. "So, I'll be at your front door at five tonight. Is that ok?"

"Sure, show up whenever. Be sure to wear something that you designed yourself. We really want to show Daddy your best features."

Blythe smirked. "Alright then. See you later!" Success! Part one of Operation Doggie Down was a go! Now, to prepare for part two…

"You what?" Russell was shocked.

"Yup. I managed to get them to invite me over. They don't know that I'm bringing Lucky with me, but I'm sure they won't mind."

"I still think this is a bad idea Blythe. You never know what those two could be up to."

"Well, if something bad does happen, then you can say I told you so, but I'm sure that it'll be fine."

"I'm coming too. Just in case anything happens. I've had several run-ins with the Biskits, I know how to stop them in their tracks."

"I'm not so sure, Russell. What if we wind up getting separated? I don't know what the Biskits would do to you if they knew you were there with me."

"Oh, I dunno. Run? Scream? Every other time I've met with them so far, they've called me a porcupine before running and screaming for their lives."

"Fine. But please, so your best to stay with me. We'll be going there tomorrow, and we're going to need a good plan."

"Are you telling me you don't even have a plan? You were going to rush into the Biskit mansion without a plan? Honestly, I would expect more from you, Blythe."

"Well, I had a bit of a plan...yeah. I was just going to wing it."

"We can't afford to fail this mission. If I fail, I don't even want to think about what it could mean for us."

"That's why we're not going to fail. Blythe may have been your ticket into the mansion, but I'm the hedgehog with the plan."

Lucky gave Blythe a questioning look, and she nodded in response. "It may be overly elaborate, but it'll be a better plan than I could come up with, any day of the week."

"Okay, so Lucky, the plan starts with you…"

"...and then we make our final escape out the front door, and leave on the scooter as if nothing happened."

"You want me to remember this and pull it off? And where do you expect to get the dynamite required to do this kind of job?"

"I figured your superiors could get us some, considering how many agents they've lost to the Biskits."

"As much as I would love to say they would, there's no way they will. We're more stealth than brute force, and nothing says brute force better than eight sticks of dynamite."

"Well then, what do you suggest?"

"I suggest we do a reconnaissance mission first, to see if we even have to launch a rescue mission, or if there's some other way to save them."

"I agree. It just feels wrong stealing the dogs away from the Biskits without giving them a chance to defend themselves."

"Fine. The recon mission will be tomorrow. After that, if we think they need saving, this will be plan A."

Blythe pulled up in front of the Biskit mansion, and gasped. In the back yard she saw Whitney and Britney throwing Frisbees. At first Blythe was clueless as to why they were throwing them. They certainly weren't playing Frisbee, they were standing next to each other. Then she saw a flash of golden fur, and realized that they were playing with their dogs!"

Blythe rang the doorbell, and Francois soon answered. "Ah you must be the visitor for Miss Whitney and Miss Britney. I will fetch them for you."

"Oh, no, Francois. It's okay. I'll find my way to them myself. I'm sure you've got a million other things to do."

"Very well miss. You'll find them in the yard. The door is just down the hall."

Blythe headed down the hallway, but stopped short two doors before the door to outside. There was an open door, and through it she could see a room full of dog things. There was a dozen bowls, each filled with high quality kibble. One corner of the room was covered in dog beds of every shape, size, and kind. There was a large bathtub, and a cupboard that seemed to be full to the brim with dog toys. "They seem to be taking really good care of the agents that they've taken."

Blythe shook her head. "I doubt it, Lucky. This room is probably maintained by Francois, their butler. Chances are the only reason they're actually outside with them is because Fisher is making them spend some time with them."

"I don't know about that, Blythe. After all, there's a pup for every person,and a person for every pup. Maybe they just finally found the dogs that were meant to be theirs."

"I might be tempted to agree, but I know the Biskits well enough to know that that's not the case."

"We'll see about that. Now c'mon, let's get going." Lucky shot out into the yard, and tackled one of the younger dogs that Britney had been playing with. "What's been going on here?" He hissed into the agent's ear before getting off and playfully wagging his tail.

The other dog jumped on him, and the Biskits cheered. "I could ask the same of you."

Lucky rolled over, squishing the other dog. "I'm here on a rescue mission, you can talk to the human that came with me for more information. I"ll keep the Biskits busy." The dog flipped Lucky off of him, and grappled Lucky, trying to flip him over. "That's an order. From the top dog himself." Quickly Lucky's partner stopped, and headed for the door.

"Wait, what's going on here?"

Blythe stepped forward. "That's Lucky. He was staying at the pet shop today, so I figured I would bring him to play with your dogs. I'll take this guy inside and make sure he's not hurt. What's his name?"

"His name is Bartlett. Be careful with him, and make sure he doesn't eat from Staycie's bowl Her wet food gives him gas."

"Bartlett, no wet food, got it. C'mon you, I've got some questions that I'd like to ask you."

"You've what?"

"I told you, most of us actually enjoy it here. We were nearing the end of our careers anyways, so we decided now was as good a time as any to retire, since we had a nice place to live, and great owners here. There are a few of us who want to get back to the old puppy placement job, but I'm certainly not one of them."

"What I still have trouble understanding is how you think the Biskits are good owners. Do they actually feed you and water you and exercise you themselves?"

"Do I look half-starved and weak?"

"No, but I'm sure-"

"Well there you go. That's your answer. The butler and Fisher have no interest in us. It's the girls that do everything for us."

"Well, did you ever consider the possibility that they're just using you to get more money from their dad to spend on themselves?"

"No. Every cent that they get for allowance goes to us dogs before it goes to things like clothes. It's really amazing. The other day, I saw Britney wearing a dress Whitney had worn."

"Wow. That's not something you see every day."

"I know. So, can I go back to playing outside now?"

"Can you do me a quick favor first? I want you to reorganize the bowls in the room so that I can know who's staying and who's coming back. I'm going to talk the Biskits into letting some of you go." Bartlett quickly complied, then made his way back outside. A few minutes later, Blythe made her way outside, and approached the Biskits.

"So, I was wondering if you were willing to give up any of the dogs?"

"I don't know. Who would we get rid of?"

"Well, I really like Jessica, and Gooseman would be fun to have around. Sir Flufflepuff is very cute too, though."

"Well, I guess if we let you have them, It'll make it easier to provide for our other dogs."

"But Britney, that means we won't get to spend any time with them, since they'll be, like, with Blythe."

"Yeah, but I'm sure that Blythe will take care of them. Right Blythe?"

"You bet! I'll take better care of them then they could take of themselves."

"Well then, I guess you can like, take them. If they tell us you're not treating them well, we're going to come and take them back, got it?" Blythe flashed a worried look at Bartlett, who shook his head. Good. They didn't know the secret. They were just being the Biskits.

"All right. If they tell you I'm not treating them well, feel free to come and get them."

"Okay. If that's all that you want, it's about time you got going, don't you think?"

"Uh, sure? I guess it's time to go, c'mon, let's go." As Blythe and the dogs descended the front stairs, she heard Britney call behind her.

"Blythe! Any time the dogs want to come over and play, they're welcome to!"

"Alright!" Blythe loaded the agents onto her scooter, and turned down a side road. "Alright, so I don't know if Lucky told you this, but you're all safe-"

"To talk to you. We know. We're all glad you were able to get us out of there, but any of your questions are going to have to wait until we get to LPS."

"Alright." The group made their way quickly to LPS and Blythe made her escape into the daycamp with the new pets while Mrs. T was busy stacking cans of cat food. "Here's the phone, you make any calls you need to make, I'll wait here for an answer."

Lucky and Gooseman got into the dumbwaiter, and made their way up to Blythe's room. About fifteen minutes later, they returned.

"Well? How's it all going to end up?"

"There should be a car here to pick us up by noon tomorrow. I'm really glad I met you here, Blythe."

"Well, I'm glad I met you too. I'm even more excited that you were able to teach Zoe to sing! I honestly didn't think you would be able to do it in a week, but you proved me wrong."

"Well, she's just got to keep in mind that she can't go around talking in front of humans. Barring you, of course."

"I know that, thank you. I don't plan to switch over to talking as a main method of communication, it's going to be my secret weapon, is all."

"Well, I'm definitely going to miss, you. Blythe. There's something I want to do for you, but I have to consult with my colleagues first."

"Well, I'll come back down tomorrow to see you off. For now, I have math homework to do."

The news came a little earlier than she had expected. It was ten thirty, and the car that was here to pick up Lucky and the other dogs was at the front door. Blythe headed down into the daycamp, only to find the group of departing dogs surrounding the dumbwaiter door. "Oh, hello."

"Blythe. As much as it feels really weird to be doing this to a human, we believe that we have to thank you for your help." Lucky stepped forward. "In the future, if there's ever another agent here, show them this, and they'll know they can trust you." Lucky held out to her a necklace with the Pound Puppies symbol as the charm on it. "And remember. Once a Pound Puppy, always a Pound Puppy."

The dogs left the shop, and Blythe watched the car drive off. She returned to the daycamp, and Zoe rushed to talk to her."So Blythe, I'm ready for my pop star debut!"