Chapter Three
Swiper was scared. Where could Boots be? Who took him? And then, DUO WAS GOING TO KILL HIM!! Swiper needed to find Boots before it was too late and Duo decided to eat a FLT. Fox, Lettuce, and tomato sandwich. Swiper ran down the hall, following the trail of blood. He was so busy looking down, he didn’t realize he bumped into someone. He slowly looked up. It was…… Benjamin Franklin?!!
“Hello, Swiper,” Ben said slowly, in his deep, tenor voice.
“¡Hola! Mi nombre es Swiper!” Swiper said nervously.
“Use another language!” Ben said, his voice sounding a bit strained.
“Sorry, sir. I got nervous.” Swiper said timidly.
“Nervous? Well, how could that be?” Ben asked, incredulously.
“You’re basically my icon-” Swiper started.
“Why, little old me?” Ben interrupted.
“No!” Swiper snapped. “Your wig is!”
Ben stared at him.
Swiper snatched his wig and dashed down the hall. He didn’t stop until he reached the doors. Pausing, he caught his breath. He heard strong footsteps echo down the hall.
“Swiper,” Someone called. “Swiper, I just want to talk!”
Swiper paused. It was Benjamin Franklin. Swiper opened the doggy flap and dashed out, gulping down the fresh air that didn’t smell like moldy feet or Jasper and Edward’s feces. (They were still recovering from the entire package of laxatives each that Remy cooked into their food.) Swiper went around to the back entrance, hoping to lose Benjamin. He slipped through a crack and decided to hide in a closet. It wouldn’t budge, so Swiper kicked it down. He found a trapdoor, so, being the nosy little fox he is, decided to go down. Down there, he saw none other than Justin Bieber and Remy the rat locked in a passionate embrace! He couldn’t believe that Justin would cheat on Ed Sheeran.
“REMY?” Swiper asked incredulously. They didn’t break apart. He went over to them and poked Remy. His paw passed through. It was a hologram. Swiper dug into the hay behind the hologram and found a figure curled up. He saw the hair first. It was none other than Dora, the missing person.
“Dora!” Swiper said.
“¡Yo soy Dora!” Dora said loudly.
“Shhh, it’s me Swiper!” Swiper said.
“Did you find where I asked?” Dora said snazzily.
“Umm, no?” Swiper said doubtfully.
“Then go! Boots and I are fine. Maldito Cera!” Dora said exasperatedly.
“I’m a fox!” Swiper said indignantly. He snatched Dora up and tossed her across the room. She landed on the stone floor with a sickening crack. Now she was REALLY dead.
“Good riddance ugly baby” Swiper mumbled to himself. He dug deeper into the hay and found something. It was Boots. He was curled up and shaking, humming backpack to himself.
“Hold on Baby. I’ve got you!” Swiper told Boots. Boots shook his head in his feverish state and murmured, “Swiper! Ohh, Swiper!” a soft sound escaped his lips
Swiper looked down at Boots. What was going on in his mind?!! He stuffed Boots in Backpack and started heading up the ladder. It was long and hard work. Boots kept twisting while Swiper was climbing, which under normal circumstances would not be tolerated, but these were not normal circumstances. Swiper loved Boots. He persevered through it. Swiper finally reached the top, and pulled Backpack up, with Boots still in it. Running up, he opened the doors of the castle. “HELP!” He cried.
“I’m here, Swiper.” The soft tenor of Benjamin Franklin’s voice made Swiper tremble from head to toe. “What do you need? I can assist you with anything.” Swiper walked down the hallway. He gently set Boots down and walked up to Benjamin. He stood on a table, and said, “I need a hospital for my love, Boots.”
“No. I refuse to.” Ben said in his deep tenor voice.
Swiper had run out of options. He was going to have to operate himself…..