wait a minute, wait a minute! what is this? chocolate. i smell chocolate.
ah man, master will not be pleased. we'd better tell him someone took the bird, right alpha? alpha, a doberman pinscher, sits with his back to them.
hey alpha, i think there's something wrong with your collar. you must have bumped it.
no no. but maybe dug would. you might want to ask him.
sure, but the second master finds out you sent dug out by himself, none of us will get a treat.
what's dug doing?
where are they?
not you.
uh, it was dug.
scream all you want, small mailman.
grey leader, checking in.
target sighted. the dog squadron leader bites down on a squeaky bone chew toy that fires poison darts.