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The door opens, and through it is flung a chewed up baseball bat. As it clatters against an empty table, a skinny red and white dog bursts into the bar. He skids on the floorboards as he chases his toy, eventually catching up to it and knocking over a chair in the process. Victorious, he picks up the bat in his mouth and starts to head back to the door to have the bat thrown again.

The door is closed, and his owner is nowhere in sight. The dog panics and runs in tight circles, stopping only when he crashes back into the chair. At this point, he picks a random direction and runs off to hide somewhere.

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Well, Wilford could at least have dropped the poor creature off in a more reassuring manner.

"Dumbles, it's okay boy." Fry says, slowly approaching the dog with his hand out.

The dog follows him around like a shadow. He had to get creative.

Buster doesn't respond to Dumbles, but he does come over when he notices Fry. He has apparently forgotten about the baseball bat in his mouth, and knocks into everything on his way over.

Fry tries to see if he responds to Buster.

"Buster, come! Good dog!"

He scritches Buster behind the ears.

That gets his ears to perk up, and his tail wagging a bit. He drops the bat so he can sniff at Fry for treats.

"You're on a strict diet sheet." Fry says, getting it out and then going to the bar, coming back in a moment with some cooked chicken in a doggy bowl.

On the side of the bowl, Coral has already written 'Dumbles' in sharpie marker.

"Buster, come! Dinner time!"

Edited 2017-03-10 20:48 (UTC)

Dinner! Buster is always ready for dinner, even when it's not dinner time. Before the bowl is even on the ground, he's already got his nose in it, trying to scarf everything up. His tags would probably jangle against the bowl, if a new one - a huge chunk of yellow plastic with 'DO NOT FEED' written on it in Sharpie - hasn't been added to the rest of them.

It looks like it was probably cut from a wet floor sign.

Fry was going to make him one of those, so this is handy as it will save time.

"Chew your food." he tells the dog.

Buster does no such thing. In fact, it's amazing he doesn't choke with how fast he's inhaling everything.

When he's done, he immediately starts sniffing around for more.

Fry takes a solitary noodle out of his pocket, and throws it at the dog.

The noodle gets snatched out of the air.

And now Fry has made the same mistake Wilford made. Buster is convinced now that Fry will be a never-ending source of food, and starts dancing like he expects more.

"All done." Fry says, with a hand gesture of bringing his hands together, lower to upper.

He gets out Wilford's instructions to see what happens about walkies.

Edited 2017-03-10 21:52 (UTC)

Generally, Buster comes and goes as he pleases. Right now, he doesn't want to go outside. He wants to keep bugging Fry for more food. If that hand gesture was supposed to mean anything, it is completely lost on Buster.

Fry repeats the instruction and gesture a couple of times, then goes to the bar and gets a heavy duty squeaky ball, goes over to the door, and calls again.

"Buster come!"

He follows Fry, only because he expects to get more food. Surely Fry has something else he can hand out? Half a potato chip?

"Good come, good dog." Fry squeezes the squeaky ball, then opens the door.

"Want to play?"

The squeaky ball is enough to distract Buster from food. For now. He starts hopping up and down and wagging his tail around hard enough to slap himself in the flanks with it.

Fry walks outside with the ball and squeaks it again.

"Buster come!"

The suspense is torture! Buster's entire backend starts to wiggle back and forth as he watches the ball in Fry's hand. He doesn't just want the ball. He needs it.

"Buster fetch!"

Fry lobs the ball. Not brilliantly, because he's no athlete, but enough to make it fun.

Buster immediately chases after the ball, barking loudly at it. Then, just before he's on top of it, he suddenly veers off toward the forest after a rabbit, and disappears into the trees.

Uh oh.

Fry picks up the ball and goes to the edge of the forest.

He's not allowed in there on his own.

"Buster come!" He squeaks the ball.

Somewhere in there, Buster barks. But he doesn't show any sign of coming back. Not as long as there's a rabbit to chase.

"Here boy! Buster come!"

Well, if he can bark, he's clearly okay.

He barks. And thrashes. And yelps once or twice when he finds out the rabbit can breathe fire.

But he's probably not coming back on his own. Not for a while, anyway.

"Buster?"

Darnit. Next time, this dog's trying a lead. He only didn't try this time in case it tried to strangle itself.

Fry picks up a big stick, and ventures into the forest.