Sorry that it has been a while but this next chapter is double in length and I've added some breadcrumbs to thicken the plot
Things are happening and Avalon Hills will soon have some interesting times...
Now I present to you the next chapter also to review Peanut, Grape, Pete, Fox, King, Dragon, and several other characters are Rick's may he profit in a non-taxable way.
“Come on Lime or we’re going to be late!” Cookie shouted out to his brother.
“Yes, yes I’m coming.” Lime said as he went down the stairs of their house. It was the fourth of July and the main branch of the Good Ol’ Dogs Club in Babylon Gardens was having its annual cookout. The dogs were going to it and Monty was invited over to Dr. Bigglesworth’s. Biscuit, Cookie and Lime were used to these invitations to Monty now. Monty had struck up a friendship with the owner of Avalon Hills. The orange cat was now spending less time cat napping around the house. Both Biscuit and Cookie were actually relieved. In fact they had confessed to Lime that Monty knew hardly any cats and only interacted with dogs. The truth was that Monty was quite friendless but now that their cat brother now had a feline friend of his own took some worry off their minds.
“Let’s go, we do have quite the walk on our paws.” Biscuit said straightening his collar. The three started off the trek to their neighboring community.
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In another part of the neighborhood a lone orange cat was walking. Mont Blanc was unsure why his friend had invited him formally the previous day over the phone. It wasn’t like Dr. Bigglesworth and Monty wonder what surprise was in store for him. He could hardly get lost looking for Dr. Bigglesworth’s house even if he didn’t know the way. Biggles’ house was the largest home on the property of Avalon Hills.
After a short hike Monty arrived at Bigglesworth’s home. The lawn was perfectly trimmed, the decorative plants were well watered and pruned, and the house itself was meticulously clean. Monty walked across the smooth driveway up to the double doors that were made of hand-craved mahogany, crystal, and sterling silver. He then pressed the door bell which instead of playing a few tasteful chimes started off a few notes of The Beagles’ song “Carriers of Fire”.
One of the doors opened and a classically dressed butler was standing in the doorway. He looked downwards when he did not see any humans in his sights and saw the orange feline. “Master Mont Blanc, I presume?” The butler said.
“Oh there you are Jenkins, yes it’s just me you don’t have to so formal.” Monty said.
“Sir, I am a gentleman’s gentleman as well, there are standards to be kept.” Jenkins reminded Mont Blanc.
“Fine but what’s this all about?” Monty said, this particular invitation was more different than the previous ones. One it was a formal invitation sent in the mail of all things. Second the language seemed more of a request for a person’s presence for some sort of event than asking a friend to visit. Last it had a RV.S.P. on it and had return postage in it as well. So Monty was dressed in his best collar but had no idea what Dr. Bigglesworth was doing. He walked into the house and was rather shocked.
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The statement that there were many pets at the Good Ol’ Dogs Cookout was as ridiculous as saying the sun is big. It was a surprise that anybody could move around but the pets could. Biscuit, Cookie and Lime were enjoying their respective treats. Biscuit munched his grilled hamburger, Cookie a plate of charbroiled steak, and Lime enjoyed his quality bratwurst. Then Biscuit spotted a familiar pair of purple and brown. “Hello, Cousins!” He called out.
Two pets a dog and cat, light brown and purple approached the dog trio. “Biscuit! Cookie! You both came!” The brown dog said, enthusiastically wagging his tail.
“So who’s that behind you?” the purple cat said.
“Oh, let me introduce our new brother.” Biscuit said “Lime these are our cousins the Sandwiches. He’s Peanut Butter Sandwich or Peanut as we call him” Biscuit pointed to the brown dog and Peanut said hello. “She’s Grape Jelly Sandwich and we call her Grape.” Biscuit gestured at the purple cat who said hello in her own special way. “Grape, Peanut this is our brother Key Lime Pie Sweet.” Lime said a faint greeting.
“Hey are you the one responsible for THAT LAST CHRISTMAS GIFT?” Grape said, and Peanut’s cheeks bulged as if he was attempting to hold off laughter one would hear on an old comedy show.
“Yes, did you like it?” Lime said.
Grape walked up to the small dog. “Here’s what I thought about it. SUPLEX!” Grape said.
Lime’s voice came out muffled but what he said was “This is oddly comfortable and humiliating as well.” Lime’s size did not give an easy grip for a suplex and it just ended up with Lime’s face in Grape’s chest fur. She let go at that point and Lime’s ears and tail drooped. “So this means you didn’t like it.” Lime said.
The corgi looked so pathetic and the Periwinkle Princess Play Set wasn’t that horrible of a gift so Grape started to stammer out the time tested “it wasn’t that bad” line but Lime just went on. “I only knew you were a girl and didn’t know anything else and I thought didn’t girls like princesses. And maybe I shouldn’t have brought it when it was 30% off but twenty dollars were all that I could afford on my budget and…” The small corgi went on and on and each word was like a heavy dishpan falling on the head of Grape in a metaphorical kind of way.
“Alright I didn’t hate your gift I just thought you were making fun of me!” Grape grabbed Lime by the shoulders.
“But why would you think that I was making fun of you?” Lime said.
Peanut began giggling. “Because Grape’s name…” was all that Peanut could get out before he was suplexed by Grape.
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At this point Monty was dumbstruck with amazement. The entire manor had its décor kicked up to the next level. Now normally the Portal’s manor was tastefully decorated in the style of the intelligent rich which is completely different from the style of the stupidly rich. However what was in the manor now was that taken up to the next level. Mont Blanc was led slack jawed by Jenkins to a room that was the banquet hall. Inside was a feast of heroic proportions being laid out and Dr. Bigglesworth was there on one end of a long table with a human man on the other. “Ah Monty you have arrived, would you please sit next to me?” Dr. Bigglesworth said.
“Biggles what’s all this about?” Monty said as he took a seat next to his friend.
“Well Mont Blanc I wished to spend the Fourth with you and to introduce you to the trustee that has the care of the majority of my estate.” Biggles said. “Monty meet Mr. A Trustee. Mr. Trustee meet my friend Mont Blanc Sweet.”
“Nice to meet you Mont Blanc Sweet.” Mr. Trustee called across the table, he stumbled over the words especially the adjective surname.
“Actually my father is one half Asian.” Monty scratched the back of his head. “So technically my name should be Sweet Mont Blanc if that’s easier for you to say.”
“Oh it’s not that bad compared to me” Mr. Trustee said “One of my great grandfathers was of Puritan descent and long names were a tradition in the family, my full name is really A-Faithful-Trustee-Of-The-Kingdom-Of-The-Lord-Shall-Fear-No-Evil-And-Shall-Not-Give-In-To-The-Tempations-Of-The-Deceiver.” The trustee said. “At least it was difficult to make up insults on the playground with that sort of name. Nothing was short enough to roll off the tongue.”
“Now we have plenty of time to converse on ourselves but first let us dine!” Dr. Bigglesworth clapped his paws and servants came out to serve to the two cats and one human.
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Lime had wandered off, Cookie and Peanut were comparing types of comics, Grape was off being a cat in a group of dogs and Biscuit was being his helpful self.
“King! King?” Lime heard the voice of Fox over the voices of the crowd. The small corgi followed the voice until he reached the husky.
“Hello Fox, is King around? I heard you calling out for him.” Lime said.
“Oh hello Lime, I finally got King to attend this cookout but he got drunk and now I’ve lost sight of him.” Fox said.
“Well I’ll help you look for him if you want.” Lime said. Ever since the day Lime met the two in the dog park, he occasionally greeted them whenever he saw them again. However only Fox was the one wanted to talk, King wasn’t much of a conversationalist. Still King was nice in his own grumpy way.
Both Fox and Lime split up to search for the chess piece corgi. Fox went deeper into the canine crowd while Lime went into the forest because King would most likely be pushed by movement of the crowd if he was too drunk to walk properly. While trying to search in the woods near where the cookout was being held, Lime’s fur began to stand up on end. Something felt wrong and he with his sharper canine senses was noticing. Lime still carried that stone with a hole in the middle. He looked through it while the fireworks for the Fourth were being started and saw with the explosions of red, white, and blue a giant blast of green and in the middle… “A Dragon, I don’t believe it an actual dragon now?!” Lime fell down in shock and then the small corgi heard a calm pleasant voice saying
“I was afraid it will come to this.”
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Dr. Bigglesworth suddenly began to stiffen as he finished the last of the dessert, a full with the works hot not fudge sundae. “Biggles what’s wrong?” Monty said.
Biggles relaxed “It’s nothing Mont Blanc, I just suddenly thought that I acquired a touch of the brain freeze.” Biggles waved his paw in the air to show that he was alright.
“Dr. Bigglesworth” Mr. Trustee said “that is generally the risk of eating ice cream.”
“Yeah, yeah sherbet lover we hear ya.” Monty said placing down the spoon used to eat his banana split. “Really Biggles are you alright?”
“Do not worry my friend” Biggles said “Besides the meal is over and the night has come.”
“You don’t have to go all formal on me Biggles, I know I have to be getting home, you don’t mind if I use the phone to let my parents know to pick me up right?” Monty said and went to make the call when Biggles nodded his head.
“He’s a good friend to you it seems” Mr. Trustee said.
Dr. Bigglesworth did nothing but smile back.
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Biscuit and Cookie looked worryingly at their brother between them as they were going home from the cookout. There was something about a corgi being found in the woods unconscious and the two were relieved when they found their brother. The small dog had come out of the forest and looked rather dazed and told his brothers that nothing happened he just was worried about the other corgi named King. However Lime didn’t seem like himself, he looked very deep in thought and only responded with short phrases to questions. When they asked him if there was anything Lime only said that he was tired and wanted to go to sleep. They arrived home with Monty already tucked into his basket. Lime sleepily told his brothers good night and went into his room.
“You think something happened again?” Biscuit asked Cookie.
“I don’t think so; I mean he doesn’t seem to be hurt.” Cookie said.
“Well I just hope he’s alright then, good night Cookie” Biscuit yawned and both retired to their rooms.
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However in truth while Lime was in bed he was not sleeping. He was thinking about the conversation that he had participated in, just after seeing that dragon appear. Lime tried to recall as many details as possible. It was because it appeared his life was soon to get much stranger than it was right now.