Mr. Wild Dingo came home from a five-day bidness trip. The staff at Wild Dingo were overjoyed. Even the husky greeted him with kisses and wags: a rare treat for Mr. Wild Dingo.
"Pop. I'm so happy you're home. Mom made us go on a diet and that totally sucked."
Negotiations begin between the leaders of The World Raisin Toast Organization.
A deal begins to be struck as a constituant from Fromosa waits in the background.
"I will provide daily access to bites of Raisin Toast while you provide general sweetness, tricks and kisses."
The deal sounds shady to the husky.
"Terms are accepted. Under the condition that sweetness, tricks and kisses are limited and ..."
"... the gumbdrop nose is not on the table for further negotiations."
"Pop, I'm so happy you're home. Maybe we could get a decent meal."
Ya, cuz you both look like you're starving.
"I'll just wait right here with my squeeky ball while Pop unpacks."
Gumdrop nose still in tact. Juno contemplates when Raisin Toast trades will be again.
"Hey Princess, I'm gonna be very polite about this. Stay away from the ball."
"Dude, I have bigger fish to fry and Raisin Toast to eat."
"The ball...it's not yours. I'm just sayin..."
"Ya whatever Retardo. The ball? Not that interesting to me."
"Sigh. Now do you people understand why I'm so sullen? Just look at what I have to put up with."
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