The doberman easily cleared the 6 foot chain link fence that surrounded the dog run. He pinned Rear Admiral up against the hotel wall, with his front paws planted on Rear's shoulders, and his sharp canines inches away from Rear's nose.
Precious had released Rear's arm when she saw the doberman jump the fence. She stood next to him as she counted each and every one of the doberman's teeth. She noticed that his tongue lapped over his lower lip and extended 3 1/4 inches beyond. The saliva was dripping off the dog's tounge [sic] at a rate of 0.75 drips per second. She calculated that at this rate, the dog would be completely dehydrated in approximately 3 hours and 27 minutes.
"Not to worry", said Precious, as she relayed this comforting information to Rear.
Bugs had been watching the dog carefully since it first started growling. He thought back to the Super-Hero Academy dog-attack-prevention course, and how they were taught to snap the dog's neck with one quick twist. Bugs approached the vicious animal from behind and prepared to save Rear's life.
Just then, Muffy came to the rescue.
"Bad dog!", she said.
The doberman, embarrassed by having been chastised by a mere woman, jumped down from Rear and wandered away with his tail between his legs. Well, not really a tail. Whatever it is that well groomed dobermans have where a real tail should be. He sat down by the dog run gate and waited for Muffy to open the gate and let him in. As the foursome continued on towards the street, the emasculated doberman was heard whimpering softly.
Bugs waved down a taxi, and they all entered. Bugs sat in the front passenger seat, of course, where you'd expect any normal super-hero to sit.
The taxi driver, disgusted at having picked up yet another group of dripping wet passengers (it always seemed to happen late at night close to a hotel with a swimming pool), asked sourly, "where to?". |
