The Dog From P.O.U.N.D., part 2

"...and so, you see, I need to access your computer to pinpoint the location from which Baron von Katzenheimer hijacked your blog post," Agent Sparky finished. 

Wow.  Uh...wow.  That's a wild story.  Forgive me if this sounds a little paranoid, but...I'm going to need to see some I.D.

"Of course," Agent Sparky said immediately.  

Hmmm...okay...that looks official.  Okay, let me show you the computer.

"Thanks.  This will take just a minute, and then I'll be out of your fur.  Mmm.  Mmm.  Mmm-hmmm...."

Are all P.O.U.N.D. operatives trained computer hackers?

"Yes, we all receive intensive technology training.  I happened to be assigned because your case is in my jurisdiction.  Mmm-hmmm...almost there..."

"Aha!  We've got it!  These are the GPS coordinates from which the Baron hacked into your computer." 

 

Wow, that's great!  So now you guys can go rescue those captive dog biscuits, right?...

Agent Sparky hesitated.  "Well...theoretically, yes.  First we have to submit a report on the situation to justify funding.  Then we have to organize a team and brief them on the mission."

Wow.  That sounds like it could take quite some time.

"Indeed.  Which reminds me...have you, by any chance, seen this dog?"

Uh.  Uh, no, sorry.  Never seen him before in my life.  --Who is he? 

"He goes by The Bark Knight.  A vigilante.  My superiors hope that they can speed up the rescue mission by going through, er, unofficial channels."

Ah, yes.  That makes sense.  

Sparky went on.  "So if you happen to see anyone matching his description, please contact me right away.  We need to find him, ASAP." 

Yessir.  I'll do that.

"Very good.  Well, I'd better get this data back to HQ as soon as I can.  Thanks for your cooperation...I'll see myself out."

*door closes behind Agent Sparky*

 .....SPUNKY!!  Come here, quick!

*sound of running feet*

"(pant, pant)  What?"  Spunky gasped, as he arrived.  "What is it?  What's wrong?" 

Is your Small Wonder costume back from the cleaners?

 "Uh, yes.  Why?  What's this about?" 

Suit up, little buddy.  It's showtime for...

THE BARK KNIGHT!

The Dog From P.O.U.N.D.

Hey, what's up, dogs?  Today I wanted to tell you about a trip I took recently with---

Ding dong!

--Huh?  Somebody's at the door.  I'm not expecting any packages or visitors.  I wonder who it could be?

My human checked through the peephole and then opened the door.  (Remember, kids, you should never open the door to anyone you don't know!)

The dog on the doorstep wore sunglasses and looked very official. 

"Is this the home of Droopy W. Dog?" he asked.

Er, yes...I'm Droopy W. Dog...

"Greetings, civilian.  I'm Agent Sparky with P.O.U.N.D.--Pooches Organized for United National Defense.  There's something important I need to discuss with you.  May I come in?"

(Gulp.)  Uh, sure.  Have a seat.  Um...have I done something wrong, sir?

"No, not at all.  Actually, I'm here to ask for your help."

My help?

"Yes.  Let me explain..."

Spunky's siblings

(Hey, what's up, dogs?  

According to his last comment, Little Fox is about to die of curiosity, so today we're continuing the saga of Spunky's siblings. And yes, Little Fox, the purpose of the electrical cord will finally be revealed.

Previously on Droop's Scoop...)

"Um," Spunky said.  "Well, maybe you can at least introduce yourselves?  That way, we won't have to call you 'Left Dog' or 'Middle Dog'?"

"That's a great idea," said Left Dog.  "I'll go first.  I'm Sparky.  I'm an electrician."

 

"And I'm Spooky," said Middle Dog.  "I'm a paranormal investigator."

  

Right Dog remained silent.

"And what's your name?" Spunky asked.  "Spikey?  Or maybe Sporky?"

  

"Nah, this is Bill," said Sparky.   

"He doesn't talk much," said Spooky.

"I can see that," said Spunky.

Bill remained silent.

"Okay, bros," Spooky said.  "Spunky looks tired.  We should head back to the hotel and let him rest.  It's been a very eventful day for him."

"I agree," Sparky said.  "It was so good to see you again, Spunky!  We'll be in touch, okay?"

Bill just nodded. 

"Uh...yeah...okay," Spunky agreed.

 And with that, they left.

...Which brings us back to the present:  Spunky's nervous breakdown.

"I can't believe it!" he wailed.  "Why didn't anyone ever tell me?  All this time I thought I was an only dog!"

Poor Spunky.  This has been quite a shock to his system.  I wonder if he needs some professional help to get through this psychological trauma.  Maybe the Dog Whisperer or....or...

...wait....

 
...Aha!  I know exactly who can help him.  I'm going to call and make an appointment right now.  Stay tuned!

Till next time!