...oom, scratching and pulling his fur. “Shave me Sam! Skin me! Take it all off!”
“Now now little buddy,” the dog replied in his usual cool demeanor. “We both know that having you shaved and skinned never resolved problems before. Remember when Duke Cavadre used his death ray against you and you turned into a savage skeleton? I still have your teeth marks on my behind.”
“I guess you’re right, but hey, at least we got a good T-shirt logo out of it.”
But every word was a chore to pronounce. Max fell lying down on the floor as the duo turned back silent. And just as they were going to suffer silently some more, the phone rang, bringing about the very foreseeable plot twist which would move this story forward.
“I’ll get it,” Max said without much enthusiasm as he extended his arm towards the general direction of the distant phone. Once he failed to reach it, he simply shrugged. “Oh well, I tried.” Which left Sam with his regular phone answering task.
“Hello? Yes? Yes? Ah! You don’t say. Holy coating of wax on a soldier’s boots, we’re on our way.” He turned to his partner as he hung up the phone. “That was the commissioner Max. There’s been a group of vigilan...