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..."

P.O.U.N.D. briefing

(continued from last time...)

"I, Sergeant Spike, hereby call to order this emergency meeting of Pooches Organized for United National Defense, also known as P.O.U.N.D."

"Agents, thank you all for coming so quickly.  You have been summoned here because of a recent event that threatens the well-being of dogs everywhere.

"As you may or may not know, a few weeks ago, a feline calling himself Baron Leopold Pounce De Leon von Katzenheimer threatened the existence of a rather substantial pile of dog biscuits."

"Mon Dieu!" gasped the agent from France.  

"Indeed, Agent Fifi.  You can understand why the top brass is so concerned."

A dachshund spoke up.  "Sergeant Spike.  What do we know about this so-called Baron?" 

"Very little, Agent Digger.   We've run a search through APIS--the Automated Pawprint Identification System--and with the exception of one charge of driving under the influence of catnip, he has no prior record.

"I have here a photo of the Baron and his niece, Katnip Evergreen.  Her record is significant only for minor scratching post violations."

The next question came from the Doggsey Twins.  "Sergeant?  Do we know their location?"

The Sergeant grunted.  "Not yet.  But we have an interesting lead.  While numerous broadcast channels were hijacked during the Baron's ultimatum, our technical staff informs me that the main signal piggybacked on one specific blogger's computer IP address. 

"Here is a picture of that blogger.  We've identified him as Droopy W. Dog, a.k.a. Crocodile Dogdee, a.k.a. Drill Sergeant Droopy, a.k.a. DJ Droop Dogg. 

 

"We've also identified his home address, which just happens to be in your vicinity, Agent Sparky."  

Agent Sparky nodded.  "What do you need me to do?"

"Visit this Droopy W. Dog.  Get permission to access his computer and see if you can triangulate the source of the Baron's signal."

"On it," Agent Sparky said immediately.

"Very good.  I knew I could count on you," Sergeant Spike rumbled.  

"We're almost done here.  Just one last thing...

"Once we've found the location of the Baron, we'll still have the task of rescuing the threatened dog biscuits.  It may be dangerous.  I've asked the top brass to assemble a team, but with all the red tape involved, there's no guarantee they'll do so before the Baron's deadline.

"As much as I hate to resort to vigilante justice, we may have no choice.  Therefore...I want every one of you to search for the hero known as THE BARK KNIGHT.  He may be our only hope..."

 

An emergency meeting

In a secret underground location...

*beep beep*

(electronic female voice:) "Pawprint confirmed.  Please hold still for retinal scan."

*whirr, whirr, ka-CHINK*


(electronic female voice:)  "Identity match confirmed.  Welcome, Agent Sparky.  Doors opening.  Please proceed inside."

*swoooosh*

"Ah, there you are, Sparky.  Good--now we're all here."

"Hello, Sergeant Spike, fellow agents.  Am I late?"
 
"Not at all.  You're right on time.  Anyway, let's get started.  I, Sergeant Spike, hereby call to order this emergency meeting of Pooches Organized for United National Defense, also known as P.O.U.N.D...."

(to be continued)