THE SCENE: An ordinary morning on Trinidad Avenue
LINUS: Hi, Sparky. Hi, Dozer. How are you guys?
SPARKY: This is MY yard. I'M the boss here!
LINUS: Says who? Dozer's an awful lot bigger than you are.
SPARKY: Ha. Dozer can't hear you. He's deaf--it happens in white dogs sometimes. See: YOUR MOTHER WAS A PUG AND YOUR FATHER LOVES CATS!!
Ha! No answer. I, on the other hand, have unusually acute hearing thanks to a genetic anomaly that attached my ears BACKWARDS. Behold, the power of my BIONIC RIGHT EAR:
LINUS: Umm, okay. I have to go threaten the Six-Pound Hellhounds now. Catch you later.
SPARKY: Fine. Leave. This is MY YARD! I'M the boss!!
Later that day...
LINUS: Heyyy... where's Sparky?
DOZER: ZZZZZzzzz... oh hi, Linus. Sparky's under house arrest for digging up the garden.
LINUS: You can hear! Why do you pretend to be deaf?
DOZER: You would too, if you had to share a yard with Sparky all the time.
LINUS: Good point.
1 comment:
Try#3:
Great photo shoot of the local hipsters...
Linus's social life puts me to shame!
That Sparky looks like a freaky cross between a Chinese Crested Dog, a Kenyan Basenji and an American Pit.
What type of accent do you suppose he has?
More importantly, when Linus is seen Big Pimping his way about the hood, [towed in his chariot] will they learn their place?
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