A Human Among Dalmatians: By LukasLazzyy
Chapter 4: Just Getting Started
It took me a while, but I finally managed to find the kitchen, and it was in a huge mess. Bits of kibble were spread across the floor and dog bowls littered the kitchen counters, Dylan did explain to me that he spends most of his time cleaning up after everyone, and just judging from this mess alone, I could tell he constantly has his paws full. With my stomach still grumbling, I made my way over to the pantry in hopes of finding something to quench my hunger, but instead, I only found nothing but bags and cans of dog food crammed in there, with no signs of any human food, which made sense considering that there wasn't a single human living here. I sighed in disappointment.
"What's the matter, Lukas?" A voice behind me asked.
I turned around to see Dylan sitting there, looking at me with a worried look on his face.
"There's nothing for me to eat." I replied, gesturing to the pantry.
Dylan looked confused. "What are you talking about? There's plenty of food."
"Yeah, but that's dog food. I can't eat dog food, I'm a human." I explained.
"Well, what do humans usually eat?" Dylan asked.
Before I could answer, two small dalmatians, who were named Dizzy and Dee Dee, ran into the kitchen and jumped onto the counter tops, presumably racing one another, dodging the plethora of dirty dog bowls like obstacles. Dylan watched them with a disapproving glare.
"Dizzy, Dee Dee. No running on the counter tops!" He exclaimed.
"Why not?" Dizzy asked, turning over to Dylan.
But since she was facing him, she failed to notice the tower of dog bowls in front of her, running into it with such a strong impact that the tower of dog bowls started to wobble, threatening to fall down, and after a moment, it finally collapsed onto the kitchen floor.
"That's why." Dylan replied coldly.
With that, Dizzy and Dee Dee jumped off the counter tops, giving Dylan a "sorry!" as they both raced out of the kitchen.
Dylan let out a frustrated sigh and turned back to me. "Lukas, can you take care of that?"
"Sure, I guess." I replied, walking over to the mess.
"Hey, I've got an idea!" Dylan suddenly called out. "You can do chores around the house, I could use a break."
"I don't know, Dylan." I said in an unsure way. "Cleaning up after over a hundred dalmatians is a lot of work."
"Come on, Lukas." Dylan encouraged. "It will just be for one day, what's the worst that could happen in one day?"
I pondered over Dylan's proposal, while only doing chores for a day wouldn't be such a bad idea, I was still unsure about being in charge of cleaning up after all the dalmatians in the house, but as I looked at Dylan, his eyes suddenly grew bigger, giving him a cuter look as he held his paws together. Knowing that I couldn't say "no" to a face like that, I finally caved in.
"Alright Dylan, I'll do it." I replied.
Dylan's face lit up. "Yay, thanks Lukas."
As I cleaned the mess, I wondered what kind of chores chores Dylan wanted me to do, and if I could really even handle it.
After I finished cleaning up the mess of dog bowls and putting them back on the kitchen counter tops, I walked back into the living room, where Dylan was waiting for me with a vacuum cleaner next to him, making it clear what he wanted me to do.
"Okay Lukas." Dylan began. "For the first chore on your list, you have the vacuum clean the house."
"Alright, seems easy enough." I replied.
"Oh you have no idea how difficult it is." Dylan said, before walking out. "Good luck, you're gonna need it."
As Dylan left, I was confused by that, but I soon shrugged it off and turned on the vacuum cleaner, but when I pressed the button I assumed was the power button, nothing happened. I tried turning it on again, but it still didn't work, it was at that point I noticed that the outlet the vacuum cleaner was plugged into wasn't turned on. Rolling my eyes, I went to turn the outlet on, but as I began walking over to it, my foot got caught on the cord and I tripped over it, causing my hand to slam down on a nearby side table, knocking it over in the process.
"Well, I'm off to a good start." I groaned sarcastically.
After getting up and dusting myself off, I turned on the outlet and the vacuum cleaner automatically turned on as I started vacuum cleaning the living room.
Vacuuming the house actually took longer than I had originally intended, it would've been shorter if the dalmatians didn't make a mess as soon as I finished cleaning, I guess that was what Dylan was trying to warn me about. After about an hour, I was finally done as I turned off the vacuum cleaner and sat on the couch, but before I had the chance to rest, Dylan walked up to me.
"You can't rest now, Lukas." He exclaimed. "You still have chores to do."
"Like what?" I asked, Dylan pondered for a moment, before he answered.
"Ooh, tell you what? You can do the dishes tonight."
"Well at least you guys have dinner sorted." I said, referring to the large quantity of dog food I saw in the pantry.
"Oh for the love of dog." Dylan groaned, as if he was anticipating something bad to happen.
"What?" I said, clearly confused.
"TRIGGER WORD!" Dolly, who was nearby, suddenly yelled out.
The next thing I knew, I was suddenly tackled by a tsunami of small dalmatian pups who were all chanting "dinner!" I looked over at Dylan.
"Guess I still have to tell you about trigger words." He said to me.
As it turned out, there were certain words that set the pups off, causing them to tackle the person who had said the word, they were called "trigger words" These included "Dinner" "Ball' "Play" and many more. I would've figured that this house would've had some weird rules to follow.
The dalmatian family were all gathered in the dining room, ready to eat their dinner. As they waited in excitement, I heard a voice call out from behind me. "Lukas, over here!" I looked over to see Dylan standing in the kitchen, motioning for me to enter the kitchen, which I did. "What is it, Dylan?"
"I want to show you something." Dylan replied, before gesturing to a certain gadget in the kitchen, which looked like an accordion attached to a garden hose.
"What's that?" I asked, pointing at the strange contraption.
"This is the kibble pump." Dylan announced proudly. "Isn't it a beauty?"
"Yeah, it sure is something." I said in an uncomfortable way. "So, what does it do?"
"Well allow me to show you."
With that, Dylan walked up to the kibble pump and aimed the garden hose towards the kitchen. He then pressed one of the keys on the accordion, which caused dog food to spray out of the hose and with precise aim, everyone's dog bowls were soon filled with dog food. Needless to say, I was rather impressed.
"Wow, that's cool." I admired.
But at that moment, I looked at everyone enjoying their dinner, my stomach growled as I realized that I still hadn't eaten anything, and I wasn't about to eat dog food to quench my hunger. Dizzy and Dee Dee looked up from their bowls and noticed my disappointed expression and ran up to me and looked up to meet my eyes.
"What's wrong, Lukas?" Dizzy asked.
"Oh hey you two." I replied, trying to sound happy. "I'm just hungry."
"Well do you want some of our food?" Dee Dee asked.
"No, I think I'll pass." I replied flatly. "I guess I'll just go out to find something to eat."
But before I could make my way out, I felt something tugging at my shirt, I looked down to find Dylan looking at me angrily, pointing to the kitchen.
I guess you could say that idea wasn't on the table anymore...
To Be Continued...