Dr. Dumb and the Boomsday Machine

	Alright, you�re probably thinking, �The Boomsday Machine?!? What kind of
bloody stupid idea for a name is that?�  Well if you are, bugger off!  It�s my story and I�ll
do what I please regardless of what you think.  Ok, now that I�ve vented my anger and
gotten that out of the way, let�s begin.
	Alright then, our story begins as our intrepid hero is in a cave looking at
something on a pedestal a la �Raiders of the Lost Ark�.  The difference is that the object
on the pedestal isn�t some sacred idol thingy, but a bottle of orange soda.  In his hand is a
bottle of Pepsi/Coke, whichever you prefer.  Using catlike reflexes and the speed of a
mongoose, Dr. Dumb (forever more referred to as DD in this story) switches the bottles. 
Unfortunately the trap goes off anyway, and this ugly fat lady comes running from the
customer service desk yelling, �No exchanges without a receipt!�  The cave scene fades
into a grocery store, the illusion of fantasy broken.  �Criminy!� DD thought to himself. 
�It gets harder and harder to return things at the store these days.�  DD beat a hasty
retreat, deftly avoiding the stock boys returning carts from the parking lot.  When he had
exited the store, DD opened his orange soda and took a long satisfying drink.  �Ahhhhh,
that really hits the spot.  Sometimes I think what a terrible place the world would be if
there was no orange soda.  Then I rejoice in the fact that things just aren�t so.�
	DD happily walked home, enjoying his orange soda to the fullest, when suddenly
he got a strange premonition that something was seriously wrong.  He decided to ignore
the feeling, attributing it to the fact that he didn�t really care.  So, on his way home he
went, blissfully unaware that the strange feeling he had was really a foreboding of
impending doom.  Yikes!  Finally, he arrived home, only to find Dog barking his fool
head off.  �What is it boy?� DD inquired.  �Did little Timmy fall down a well?�  Dog
however, was not in the mood for games.  And since it is a well know fact that Dog is the
smartest dog alive, smarter in fact than DD, (what, you didn�t know that?  and you call
yourself a DD fan!  for shame!  actually, don�t feel to bad.  I just added this little tidbit of
information to the DD universe, but it�s true nonetheless) he decided to spell it out in his
handy dandy notebook.  �Oh fine be a spoilsport.  We won�t play charades.� DD
mumbled as he read the notebook.  �-START- Evil Dr. Dumb (who, in the interest of me
having to type less, will now be called EDD) attacked the house. -STOP-  He kidnapped
Myron Mouse.  -STOP-  He was muttering something about an ultimate plan for world
domination.  -STOP-  WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO!?!?!?!?!  -STOP-  And my water
dish is empty too.  -STOP-  -FINISH-�  �Gadzooks!� DD exclaimed.  �This is big trouble. 
Where are Cat, Bob, and Frank?�  �-START- Cat is trying to eat Frank. -STOP- Bob is
protecting Frank. -STOP- You need to open up a can on Cat, teach him a lesson man,
seriously. -STOP-  -FINISH-�  Alright, let�s go.� DD said as he rushed to Frank�s room. 
	There was Frank hiding in his little castle in his fishbowl.  (Forgot to mention
Frank is a fish.)  Above was Cat, poised for the kill.  Bob was unconscious on the floor,
his long floppy ears drooping sadly.  (Oh yeah, Bob�s a Rabbit, for those of you who
didn�t know.)  �Cat!� DD yelled.  �Get your mangy flea-bitten self over here!�  Cat
smugly walked over to DD.  �I�ve had it up to here with you and your antics!� DD raved. 
�I don�t even know why I keep you around.  I should have you put to sleep.  You�ve been
nothing but trouble since that day you showed up on my doorstep strung out on catnip. 
But I can�t do anything to you, because most of my loyal fans are in some way cat
enthusiasts, and if anything happens to you, PETA will be all over me like stink on a wet
cat.  Nevertheless, if you EVER pull a stunt like this again, you�re gone.  I will personally
see to your ended existence.�  Cat meowed, and in one little meow, he seemed to convey
the message that he wasn�t scared of DD because he had the equivalent of diplomatic
immunity.  And that is quite a lot for one little meow.  Anyway, back to the plot.
	DD filled the guys in on the details and started to plan their strategy for
infiltrating EDD�s stronghold.  The plan was sketchy at best, but hopefully it would
work, if everyone did their part.  It�s too much to explain now, and besides it would spoil
the surprise.  You�ll just have to find out about it as the story unfolds, like I did.  �Now to
prepare,� DD told everyone.  They all went to their separate rooms, getting their
equipment in order.  DD got his new and improved utility sock, now with 50% more
spifferific stuff than ever.  He also got a new hat, seeing as how he didn�t want to ruin his
favorite one he had worn to the store.  The switch was also for the mission though, as the
new hat had quite a few cool features, but more on those later.  Now to Dog�s room.  Dog
was rooting through his drawer, looking for his ultra high tech collar.  He found it behind
his flea spray and barked for joy.  It looked like a perfectly ordinary collar, but Dog knew
better, for he had designed the secrets within.  He put it on and went to join DD in the
living room.  Time for Cat.  Now, there�s something you must understand about Cat. 
He�s really stuck up, thinks he�s better than everyone.  In short, he�s a jerk.  Anyway, he
put in his Swiss Army claws, you know, like in cartoons when a cat pops out its claws? 
The knife, the can opener, springy thing, magnifying glass, ect.  Then he was done, and
we move on to Bob the Rabbit.  Wait a sec, what can a rabbit do?  Bob is actually kind of
here for comic relief, you know, a decoy type character.  So pay no attention to him,
unless specifically asked to.  Of course, Frank the Fish had to stay home, someone had to
hold down the fort after all.  And besides, it�s not like he can move anywhere in that big
fishbowl of his.  Maybe if it had wheels...hmmm, maybe another time.  So, all this
seemingly useless information aside, back to the story.
	Alright then, where were we?  Oh yeah that�s right.  The plot with a hole big
enough to drive a very big truck through.  They used their secret super high tech gadgetry
to locate EDD�s new and improved secret hideout.  Lo and behold, there it was,
surprisingly right where it had been the other time.  �Criminy!� DD said.  �What an idiot! 
Some people never learn I guess.  Ah well, no worries.  This�ll just make it easier to get
to, I�ve been there before.  In a word, let�s go!�  Ok, so he used two words so what?  Get
off my case, you people, always hounding me.  So they all piled into DD�s super fast
unbe-freakin-lievably cool spy jet.  Using the nifty GPS system, they chartered a course
to EDD�s base.  While on the plane, tempers flared.  �What are you doing?!?� DD
screamed at Cat, who was once again trying to eat Bob.  �Seriously, I�m gonna kick you
out of this jet.�  Cat meowed and stalked off into a corner.  Meanwhile, on the flight
deck, Dog was flying the jet.  �Arf, Grr, Woof, Bow-Wow!� he mumbled to himself.  For
those of you who don�t speak Dog, that was, �This is bloody great.  I�ve got a really bad
feeling about this trip.  Something is definitely not good.�  What follows is one of those
wacky map sequences that everyone loves.  You know, when the red line goes all over
the map in loops and stuff, going completely out of the way, then suddenly veering off
and heading straight for the destination.  They had finally arrived at EDD�s secret HQ.
	Quickly hiding the jet using the latest stealth cloaking technology, ok so they
covered it with tree branches, they got ready to sneak in.  But what is this?  �Oh Gor
Blimey!� DD exclaimed.  �Look at this.�  And look they did.  Standing in front of the
entrance were the biggest statues of DD and EDD they had ever seen.  �Not even a good
likeness,� DD muttered.  Thinking that this was a trap, which it was, naturally, DD was
extremely cautious.  So he delegated authority and sent Bob the Decoy, er Rabbit up to
the door.  Before he even got close, the statues� heads swiveled to face him, as their eyes
began to glow.  �Buggerit!� DD yelled.  �Get back here Bob!�  And, using the speed and
reflexes only a rabbit possesses, Bob nimbly dodged to safety.  �Well, this is quite an
interesting predicament we have here.  Whatever shall we do?� DD wondered aloud. 
Dog growled at him, then hastily scribbled something down in his notebook.  �-START-
Hello!  Anyone home? -STOP- It�s kinda obvious, isn�t it? -STOP- Have Bob run
between the two statues, and they�ll shoot each other. -STOP- Need me to explain it
again, slower this time? -STOP-  -FINISH-�  �Oh yes of course!� DD cried.  It all makes
perfect sense now.  Bob, get to it.�  With those apparent words of encouragement, Bob
sprinted forward.  The lasers shot at him, but he nimbly hopped out of the way with
rabbitlike rabbitness.  As he reached the spot between the two statues, they pivoted, and
proving the genius that Dog is, hit each other, causing them to explode in what would be
quite an expensive special effect if this was a movie.  Thankfully, it�s not a movie, so
money is no object.  Unless you want to send me some as gratitude for this story. 
Anyway, the statues were demolished, score a point for the good guys.  And hey, no
casualties yet, bonus.
	So our heroes progressed further into the lair of evil that is known as EDD�s
Place.  What would be the second danger the group would encounter?  Well, it�s kinda
like the question �How many licks does it take to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a
Tootsie Pop?�  That�s right, the world may never know.  Ok, so you will know, in just a
few short lines.  But you don�t know when exactly.  Back to the so called plot.  DD, the
brilliant strategist that he is, and also harboring a deep resentment for Cat, decided to
send Cat out on a little recogna-, reconnas-, recaganna-, ah screw it, scouting mission. 
Not really wanting to, but knowing that he would get in trouble if he didn�t, Cat
reluctantly went on his merry little way.  After wandering the halls searching for a few
hits of catnip, Cat finally found where EDD was keeping his Boomsday Machine.  Now
Cat didn�t know that he was looking at the Boomsday Machine, because they didn�t
know EDD�s evil diabolical plan yet.  But he did know that EDD was keeping Myron in
that room, so he decided it would be slightly relevant to DD, considering that the purpose
of their mission was to save Myron.  Using his feline powers of catness, he went back to
DD to report.  Now cause Dog is fluent in just about every language, Cat told Dog, and
Dog translated for DD, writing it down in his notebook of course.  �Aha!� DD exclaimed
triumphantly.  �So now we know where Myron is.  Good work Cat.  For once in your life
you did something right.  Too bad you�re going to get killed off, er, um, nevermind. 
Let�s go guys.�  And with that odd choice of words, the heroes pressed onward, traveling
ever deeper into EDD�s sinister lair.
	Eventually, after much darting into shadows and acting like secret agent men,
which they were, they made it the laboratory where Myron was being held hostage.  They
saw him inside a big high tech looking machine with lots of speakers.  They also saw
EDD in a control booth with a pair of headphones on.  �Ah, so nice of you to join us
DD.�  EDD�s voice proclaimed over the speakers.  �So, my arch nemesis has come to the
rescue of his little compatriot.  How touching.  But your little mouse friend and I are
having such a fun time together.  Just wait until you see what he can do.  Go ahead
Myron, squeek and you get the cheese, just like before.�  Inside the machine, Myron
squeeked and a piece of cheese came out on a little conveyor belt.  But the machine
amplified the sound of the squeek, manipulating the decibel levels and pitch, then
projecting it out over the speakers, so that DD and company were all instantly knocked
senseless.  �Hahahaha!� EDD cackled maniacally.  �Excellent work Myron.  Now to put
the next phase of my plan into action.�  In the Boomsday Machine, Myron sadly ate his
cheese.
	When DD finally came to, he realized he was strapped to a table with all kinds of
wires and such attached to him.  Turning his head slightly to both sides, he saw Dog and
Bob in similar situations.  Then looking ahead, he saw Cat hooked up to a nasty looking
device.  As it started to hum, DD saw Cat�s hair standing on end, and realized that Cat
was having an extremely large amount of electricity pumped into him.  As DD was about
to cry out in protest, someone beat him to it.  �Stop, you�re going to kill him!� Dog
yelled.  DD quickly turned to look at Dog.  �What the..?!?!� he stammered, flabbergasted. 
�Oh you�re awake,� Dog said.  �Now look, don�t freak out of anything, ok?  EDD did
some weird freakish experiments on us, and now I can talk.  So can Bob, right?�  �Yeah,
right, definitely right,� Bob replied.  �We can talk, yeah, definitely, definitely talk.�  �So,
it all boils down to this,� Dog continued.  �While we can now talk, there are some slight
side effects.  You see, we�re now semi-cyborgs.  EDD put computers in our heads, and
now he can control us.�  �Criminy!  Are you serious?!� DD panicked.  �Nah, I�m just
messing with ya.� Dog joked.  �You know, j/k and all that.  Come on now, LOL. 
Truthfully, I don�t know how he made us talk.�  �I oughta kill you Dog.� DD said
relieved.  �You had me going there.  Uh oh, quiet.  Here he comes.�
	The machine torturing Cat had shut down, and EDD had walked over and began
unhooking Cat.  He carried the weakened feline over to another table and strapped him
down.  Then he turned and faced DD.  �I bet you�re wondering how I made your friends
talk,� EDD said.  �Nope, the thought hadn�t crossed my mind,� DD replied sarcastically. 
�My, aren�t we the touchy one.  Well now that I have you at my mercy, I can reveal my
diabolically evil plan.  Can�t break a super villain tradition now, can I?  You see, my plan
is complex in its simplistically complex simplistic complexity.  Try and say that one five
times fast.  Anyway, first I will explain how I gave your allies the ability to talk.  It was
quiet easy really.  I have already performed the operation on my own evil companions,
Evil Dog, Evil Cat, and Evil Bob the Rabbit.  It�s just a matter of tweaking the vocal
chords a bit.  Everything is explained in this handy dandy do-it-yourself book, How to
Make Your Pets Talk for Fun and Profit, only $19.95 + shipping and handling, no CODs,
all major credit cards excepted.  (Sorry, offer void just about everywhere.  Unless you
live in DD�s universe and if you do, you exist only in my head, so you�d know what the
book says anyway.) I�d give you am autographed copy, but you seem to be a little tied up
at the moment.  Have your people call my people.  But you�re probably wondering about
my big old master plan, aren�t you?  Well be patient, all will be revealed now.  You know
how we all have our evil counterparts?  I�m Evil, you�re not, Dog is good Evil Dog isn�t,
etc.  Well, I haven�t been able to find a Myron Mouse sufficiently evil enough for my
tastes.  So I had to kidnap the good Myron, promising him huge amounts of cheese
beyond his wildest dreams.  He happily agreed.  He has a serious addiction there, he
should go to CLA meetings. (Cheese Lovers Anonymous, of course)  You see, my plan is
to use sophisticated high tech technology to amplify the effects of Myron�s squeeks.  You
witnessed this power on a small scale, when I redirected the sound waves of the
Boomsday Machine, and knocked you unconscious.  But now marvel at its full potential! 
HAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!  Kindly watch the monitors to your left please.  Now Myron, squeek
for the cheese again.�
	�No Myron!� Dog shouted.  �Don�t do it!  Can�t you see that EDD is using you? 
He�s exploiting your love of cheese for his own schemes of personal glory.  You can have
all the cheese you want at home, just don�t squeek!�  �Squeek?� Myron inquired, then
clamped a paw over his mouth as he realized what he had just done.  But it was too late,
the Boomsday Machine was already doing its dastardly work.  The sound was amplified
exponentially, and focused upon a single target, which happened to be a nearby
mountain.  The geographic behemoth shuddered under the sudden sonic onslaught, and
burst into millions upon millions of fragmented rock.  DD stared dumbfounded at the
screen, mouth agape in shock and horror.  �Gor Blimey!� he exclaimed softly.  Then
raising his voice so EDD could hear him, �You�re insane EDD!  This is even worse than
your last heinous plot.�  �I know,� EDD cackled gleefully.  �And there�s nothing you can
do to stop me.  Ain�t it a hoot?�  And with that, EDD launched into the required maniacal
laughter.  �Mwahahaha.  Mwahahahahaha.  Mwahahahahahahaha!!!!!�  �You�ll never get
away with this!� Dog protested.  �Oh and who�s going to stop me?� EDD asked,
bemused.  �You seem to be a trifle inconvenienced at this point in time, as do your
friends.  And Myron will listen to me as long as I supply him with the cheese he so
desperately craves.  So who could possibly stop me?�  �You forget EDD, there�s six on
this team.� Dog replied smugly.  �Six?� EDD questioned.  He glanced around the room
quickly.  �But who...? FRANK!  Oh bugger.�
	For at that exact moment, the door blew open, revealing Frank the Fish
resplendent in all his bio-tech fish bowl fighting armor glory.  It looked like a space suit,
except that instead of a helmet where the helmet should be, there was Frank�s fish bowl
upside down, with Frank swimming angrily inside.  Ah!  Now dear reader, you gasp in
surprise at this sudden turn of events.  Where on earth did Frank get a bio-tech fish bowl
fighting armor suit?  Well, remember back when DD and Co. were preparing to leave,
but Frank got left behind owing to the fact that he couldn�t move around in his fishbowl? 
And I mentioned that it was too bad his fish bowl didn�t have wheels?  Well, I said all
that information was seemingly useless, and this is where the seemingly comes into play. 
Frank has been working some time on his bio-tech armor, and while DD was out trying to
save Myron, he had completed it.  Using the spare jet, he had come to help DD rescue
Myron, but as it turned out, ended up having to save DD.  Now that you�re up to speed,
back to the quote unquote story.
	Frank shot a net at EDD from his armor, capturing him.  Then he set about freeing
his friends.  After floundering about in the net just long enough for Frank to save his
friends, how convenient, EDD shouted �Guards!� and instantly hordes of bad guys
poured into the room.  Luckily, EDD had placed DD�s hat and Dog�s collar in easy to
reach, convenient places, and they were quickly retrieved.  There was no sign of DD�s
utility sock.  Now begins the all-out, free-for-all, no-holds-barred battle.  Each of our
heroes fought in a manner best suited to them.  DD was fighting hand-to-hand combat
style, occasionally throwing his hat like a Frisbee, because the brim had razor edges on it. 
Of course, he first had to activate it by pressing that little button thing on top.  So DD
was holding his own, as was Dog.  Using his sharp canine teeth, Dog was wreaking
havoc, tearing out jugulars left and right.  And Bob was doing pretty good too, using
those big rabbit back feet to kick people.  Frank, in his combat suit, was fighting like DD,
hand-to-hand, one-on-one action.  The only one not doing so good was Cat.  Still woozy
from EDD�s experiments, Cat was trying to claw the guards but kept missing.  And they
were ganging up on him.  He went down under a mob of guards, futilely meowing for
help.  But no one could get to him, seeing as how they all had their own hands, paws,
feet, or fins full.  By the time the guards were defeated, EDD was gone, and Cat, sadly,
had died.  The four remaining heroes gathered around Cat�s limp, lifeless body, anger
raging deep within them.  �Now he�s done it.� DD said.  �EDD thinks he can just barge
into our house and do whatever he wants.  Well, we�re bloody well gonna make him pay
for what he�s done.�  �Um, technically this is EDD�s house DD,� Dog interrupted. 
�Quiet!� DD snapped.  �He�s killed one of our own, and for that he will suffer.  Let�s
go.�  And as they chased after EDD, following the direction in which he had run off with
Myron and a compact version of the Boomsday Machine, Dog muttered to himself,
�Rassum frassum.  Never liked that stupid feline anyway.  Good riddance I say.  But still,
we�ve got to save Myron.�
	And so the four went on a mad cap chase through EDD�s headquarters, chasing
after him.  You know, like in cartoons when the good guys chase the bad guy through hall
the doors and stuff, going in one and coming out another?  Well it was like that.  Finally,
DD and Co. caught up to EDD just as he was about to get into a helicopter.  �We have
you now you murdering SOB!� DD screamed.  �You�ll never catch me alive copper!�
EDD retorted as he jumped into the helicopter and started it up.  As it flew toward a
quickly opening panel in the ceiling, DD ran and jumped at the bottom supports, catching
hold with one hand.  Dog, Bob, and Frank just stood helpless and watched, as DD
holding on with one hand, was born aloft into the sky by the helicopter.  Luckily for DD,
EDD hadn�t noticed him yet, focused as he was on flying the helicopter.  DD swung
himself up onto the supports, crouching low to stay hidden.  But EDD felt the movement
and glanced out the window, catching a quick glimpse of DD�s hat.  Furious he swerved
the helicopter on its side, rocking it back and forth, trying to shake DD off.  DD hung on
grimly however, knowing that if his grip slipped, he would plummet to his untimely
demise.  Moving with acrobatic-like agility, DD swung himself over to the passenger side
support of the helicopter.  Pulling himself up, he opened the door and climbed in.  As
EDD was preoccupied with looking out the window, hoping to see DD falling to his
doom, he didn�t notice that DD had entered the helicopter and unhooked Myron from the
Boomsday Machine.  �Don�t worry about me Myron,� DD told him.  �Save yourself.  I�ll
take care of EDD.  I have a score to settle with him.�  With a resolute squeek of
determination, Myron jumped out of the helicopter.  As he fell through the sky, his ears
opened up really big, catching the wind and acting as a parachute.  He landed with Dog,
Bob, and Frank, and joined them in watching the helicopter, praying that DD would be
okay.
	Jumping back to the helicopter, which by now was far away from EDD�s base
and flying over the ocean, and we see EDD just realizing what has happened.  �You, you,
you.....idiot!� he stammered.  �Do you realize what you�ve just done?  Without an
organic conduit for the energies of the Boomsday Machine to reside in, the flux will
build exponentially until it reaches critical mass, whereupon the power shall be
instantaneously released with terrifyingly explosive catastrophic results!�  DD stared at
him with his mouth open.  �Huh?  Come again?�  EDD sighed.  �How to put this so you
will understand it......Ok, without Myron, the Boomsday Machine will really go boom.� 
�So turn it off.� DD said.  �Can�t you just unplug it or something?�  EDD shook his head. 
�It�s not quite as simple as that I�m afraid.  You see, when you extracted Myron from the
recesses of the device without the proper precautions, the transneuro-fibers fused
together and...� EDD stopped talking as he saw DD glaring at him.  �Simply put, when
you pulled Myron out you broke it.�  DD threw his hands up in the air.  �So you�re telling
me we�re stuck, and this thing is gonna explode?  How much time do we have?�  EDD
pulled out a pocket calculator.  �Precisely.  And according to my calculations, we have....
carry the 3 take the square root.... oh about 45 seconds.�  �45 seconds! Are you sure?�
DD exclaimed.  �Of course.� EDD replied.  �Look.�  He pointed at the computer screen
of the Boomsday Machine.  It read �Due to technical errors I will explode in 45 seconds. 
Wait no, 44.  Just kidding guys.  43 seconds.  Oh my, 42.  You�d better get moving.  41. 
Have a nice day. 40.�  �What are we gonna do!?� DD yelled.  �Well, I don�t know what
you�re going to do, but I�m going to escape with this parachute.�  EDD said as he opened
the door to jump out.  �Oh no you don�t.� DD said as he grabbed a hold of EDD.  �Fool!�
EDD cried.  �You�ll kill us both.�  �Then so be it.� DD stated.  EDD tried to twist out of
DD�s grasp, but DD punched him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him.  �15
seconds� the computer blinked.  �Looks like this is the end.� DD said.  �Well, I had
always hoped I�d go out with a bang.�  Now dear reader, you must be thinking, �Why
doesn�t he take EDD�s parachute and save himself?�  Well, heroes can�t just let the
villain die, that just wouldn�t be heroic.  Now you ask, �So then why doesn�t he use the
parachute to save them both?�  Well, as the author, how could I leave you with a
cliffhanger ending if he went ahead and did that?  Back to the story now.
	By this time, Dog and the other animals had taken off in the jet and were
following the helicopter in case DD fell and needed assistance.  They were completely
unaware of the trouble DD was in.  Back in the helicopter, EDD was just catching his
breath.  �You think a little thing like being blown up will stop me?  HAHAHAHA!  I�ll
come back bigger and better than ever!�  �10 seconds� the computer flashed.  �then I�ll
find you and stop you, like I do every time.  But there won�t be a next time because we�re
both going to die.� DD replied.  �5 seconds�  �We shall see my arch nemesis.� EDD said
softly.  �4 seconds�  �yes, we shall see,� DD whispered.  �3 seconds�  �Good bye Dog,
Bob, Frank, and Myron.  I have avenged Cat.  Carry on the fight without me.� DD said
finally.  �2 seconds�  �How touching.  Well I�m going to die laughing.� giggled EDD.  �1
second�  �AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!� EDD laughed maniacally one last time.  �0
seconds, good bye.�  Back in the jet, Dog, Bob, Frank, and Myron gasped in horror as
they saw the helicopter explode in a blazing fireball.  They watched wide-eyed and
helpless as the flaming wreckage crashed into the sea.  �I don�t believe it.� Dog said
stunned.  �Dr. Dumb is dead!�  THE END
	Wow, what a shocker!  DD has perished in a helicopter crash.  What will happen
next?  Oh me oh my, oh my oh me!  Could my stories be done already after only writing
two?  Of course not!  Have no fear, I�ll still be cranking out the literary works.  Tune in
next for an exclusive story all about Dog.  How did he get so smart?  What is his
mysterious background?  Does he even have a mysterious background?  Find out in Dog:
You Can Never Go Home Again.