“Them they were in the sporting goods store when I found the rollerblades. They should be around her somewhere,” Sparky replied as he finished of his third cinnamon bun. He was reaching for his fourth when Moe, the young black lab, bounced into the food court. The other puppies weren’t with him and who knows where the Lolkitties were. Getting into trouble no doubt.
“See there’s one of them now. Hey Moe, what’s that you got in your mouth, boy?” Taking a closer look Sparky saw that the puppy had chomped on and partially deflated a ball. A large, white ball. It couldn’t be. Sparky shot to his feet and knocked his chair over in the process. “Wilson!? Noooooo!” Abandoning the table Sparky chased after the puppy and his volleyball hostage who seemed to think being chased was some sort of game.