I'll Be Dog-Gone
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She scratched their heads gently as she looked over the pile of pink complaint slips she had received. </div> <bR> <div> It seems the Scaper community could tolerate a lot, but not the antics of a pack of dogs. </div> <bR> <div> *That St. bernard drooled all over my bed!* </div> <bR> <div> *Your Rottweillers tore up my couch!* </div> <bR> <div> *Tell your Malamute that my Delvian garden does NOT need any more 'watering' from him!* </div> <bR> <div> *Your dogs incessant howling is disrupting our band practice. This must STOP!* </div> <bR> <div> *I haven't gotten any sleep in two weeks. Tell your dogs to GO TO BED!* </div> <bR> <div> And those were some of the nicer ones she'd gotten. The FS hall monitor had told her that Dominion itself had complained, and that the dogs must go. *It's not their fault!* 6th thought to herself, *The dogs have nowhere to run and play, and Thor torments them so!* she could never get rid of Thor, he thought of her as her queen. It would be like sending your most loyal subject into exile. </div> <bR> <div> "I can't just take you to the pound!" 6th murmered. The dogs all cringed at the dreaded P-word. </div> <bR> <div> "I know!" 6th cried, leaping up, dogs scattering at her sudden movement, then scurrying back to claim their places. </div> <bR> <div> 6th cupped her hands around the basenji's face. "I'll find good homes for you, that's what I'll do! I'll take you around to..." she paused. *to where?* she pondered. Certainly not other Scapers. Her dogs were already notorious there. *But surely there must be someplace?* </div> <bR> <div> Who knew what places lay beyond the safe haven of FS's Uncharted Territory? </div> <bR> <div> "What am I saying? Duh!" 6th said, slapping the heel of her hand to her head. Who had a boat? Who had maps of the river Sci-Fi and where it flowed? </div> <bR> <div> "Come on, doggies, let's go see Ragnar." at the mention of the viking's name the dogs all began barking excitedly. </div> <bR> <div> "That's right, your favorite chew toy and play thing! Let's go!" she said, snapping their leashes on their collars, and heading out the door. </div> <bR> <div> The dogs barked and woofed down the hall as they headed for the stairs. 6th could barely hang on as she dug her heels into the carpet. "Heel! HEEL, I SAY!!!" she yelled. Scapers doors opened, and several irritated faces peered out at her. </div> <bR> <div> "It's ok, I'm getting rid of them!" 6th said, waving cheerfully at the Scapers. </div> <bR> <div> The dogs pounded down the stairs, across the bridges, and up the dock to the gangplank of Ragnar's longboat. </div> <bR> <div> "Hey, doll!!!" 6th called out, "You here?" </div> <bR> <div> "Up here." Ragnar's voice came wafting down. 6th looked up. Ragnar was perched high up in the crow's nest, a can of paint in one hand a brush in the other. Then 6th noticed how the ship gleamed. </div> <bR> <div> "Oh, you're cleaning!" she called up. </div> <bR> <div> "And painting. And polishing. Just about done. What's up? Taking the dogs out for a walk?" </div> <bR> <div> "No, I wanted to look at your maps." </div> <bR> <div> "What for?" Ragnar looked a bit puzzled as he set his paint can down inside the crow's nest. </div> <bR> <div> "So I can take the dogs somewhere and find them all good homes. Dominion's orders, and I can't just dump them off somewhere." </div> <bR> <div> "I would." Ragnar muttered, too low for 6th to hear. There was no love lost between him and the dogs. They seemed to think that he was their personal fire hydrant and chew toy. Sheesh! </div> <bR> <div> "Alright, I'll come down and get them for you. Just...um...tie the dogs up down on the dock." </div> <bR> <div> "Awwww, but they want to say hello!" 6th grinned up at him as he began to climb down the mast. Ragnar wondered sometimes if she hadn't gotten the dogs to chew up his pants legs on purpose for her own enjoyment. </div> <bR> <div> 6th hopped up the gankplank, the dogs securely tied up on the dock, as Ragnar landed on the deck. </div> <bR> <div> "Nice mast." 6th said. </div> <bR> <div> "Huh? Oh yeah, new addition." he peered up at the tall mast. </div> <bR> <div> "I can't tell if it looks out of place on a Longboat or not." 6th said. </div> <bR> <div> "No, some of them had masts." he pushed his helment back onto his head as it began to slide backwards. "Alright, the maps, come on..." and they went up to the map room. </div> <bR> <div> The light from the over head lamps created dancing shadows on the walls,and the viking and the secret agent pored over the maps. </div> <bR> <div> "See here?" Ragnar pointed with his finger, "That's us. the river Sci-fi flows past and around all the different lands. Not just Dominion either, see, it's pretty small compared to some places. Like Adventure Movie land here." he pointed. 6th stuck out her tongue at memories of Aztec sacrifices and pirates wafted through her mind. </div> <bR> <div> "Put that tongue away unless you're...no, never mind." he shook his head. He couldn't even finish a sentence like that with her around. She'd be on it faster than white on rice. </div> <bR> <div> "Anyway, here's Comedy Land, Classic land, also known as the land of Black and White, Cartoon Land, Horror Movie Land, you wouldn't want to go there, Romance land, etc. etc. blah blah and so on." </div> <bR> <div> "So where should we go first?" 6th said, still looking at the map, tracing different routes with her finger. </div> <bR> <div> "WE?" Ragnar said incredulously, "oh no, you're not dragging ME in with you on this!" </div> <bR> <div> "What, you think I'm going to WALK all over with those dogs?" 6th cried. </div> <bR> <div> "So get a car from the garage!" Ragnar said, trying to pull his maps back from her unyielding fingers. </div> <bR> <div> "They won't LET me in the GARAGE!" 6th said, pulling back on her edge of the maps. </div> <bR> <div> Ragnar groaned, letting go of the maps. 6th landed on the floor with a thump as the viking sat back in the chair. </div> <bR> <div> "Alright, ok, you win. I'll take you. But you keep those dogs out of my hair, ok?" </div> <bR> <div> 6th kissed his cheek, smiling. "Not a problem. They can run around in the cargo bay if it's empty." </div> <bR> <div> "Mostly empty, anyway." Ragnar sighed again, defeated. How could he fight with her anyway? </div> <bR> <div> 6th ran out onto the deck, down the gangplank, to where the dogs waited. "Ragnar's going to take us on a trip to find you all nice places to stay. You all MUST promise to be nice to him, ok?" the dogs all grinned at her, and she wasn't sure if that grin meant they would, or that they couldn't wait to get their teeth into his next pair of pants. 6th trotted to the near wall of the catacombs, where IQ and Drum had recently installed an intercom system. She flipped the switch that read "Scooby Gang" and, clearing her voice, announced...: </div> <bR> <div> "Attention all Scoobs and Scoobettes. I am taking off with the dogs to find them all good homes. I just can't keep them here anymore. Any parties interested in joining in for a trip to various movie lands and surrounding areas, should pack and come down to Ragnar's longboat within the next few hours. Captain Rag said we leave with the tide." </div> <bR> <div> He hadn't, and there was no tide on the river, but 6th thought it sounded appropriate. </div> <bR> <div> "I know I'll need your help, guys, so come on down here! Let's get going!" </div> <bR> <div> 6th hung up the intercom speaker, and ran back up the gangplank, untieing the dogs on the way. She found Ragnar still sitting in his chair by the map table. </div> <bR> <div> "Hey doll, mind if I put the dogs down in the cargo bay?" he waved his hand at her distractedly, and she took the dogs down the stairs. </div> <bR> <div> Patting them on the heads, she left them in the cargo hold, promising to return with lots of food and toys for them. They barked happily, running back and forth in the cargo bay's wide spaces. </div> <bR> <div> On her way up to her room to pack, she stopped back by where Ragnar still sat. She gave him a big kiss. "Look at it this way, big guy. After this one trip, no more dogs!" </div> <bR> <div> Ragnar brightened up immeatately "Hey, yeah! No more dogs!" he was still chuckling when 6th returned from her packing, her arms loaded with dog toys and dragging two giant bags of dog food, her backpack slung on her shoulder. She sighed, kicking back on a deck chair, her feet on the rail, and waited to see who'd show up.</div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="id200.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Ill Be DogGone (1)"><U>I'll Be Dog-Gone (1)</U></A></div> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>