Hey Friends, Start praying! Serious praying! TT my Talking Tummy and I are in Dr. Crank’s office.
Hey DUMMY, Why did you eat all the candy in that trick or treat Bag? I feel awful. You even ate a chocolate bar. Stupid move!!!!!! I don’t want to die!!
Groan, Pant, Burp Groan! Pant, Burp, Burp Blast!
“TT, you were giggling and singing. YOU LOVED every bit of that candy.”
It’s a good thing our friend, Ida Pearl, found you hiding and moaning under a bench in the park and brought us to the vet’s office.
“Look out, TT, here comes another diarrhea attack! I hope I don’t roll off the table.
It’s duck and cover for us. OUCH DOUBLE OUCH! PINCH DOUBLE PINCH!! BLAST OUT!
“Here comes Dr. Crank with a mop! I’ll close my eyes and play dead.”
“For a chubby, stray, you sure cause a lot of trouble. Your legs are short and that bloated tummy you drag around is definitely a problem.”
Me a problem! Now I know for sure Crank is a MEANIE. He hates dogs! HELP!
“I don’t like stray dogs, but since Ida Pear is my friend I’ll try to help you. First I’ll open a window. YOU STINK!
Stubb, start praying. God loves dogs. Especially scared, sick little fellows.
Dr. Crank waves a hose in the air. “I’ll have to pump that big, fat, growling stomach.
TT is crying now. I can’t believe what Crank just said about me.
“Open your mouth! This tube is going in and I’ll try to pump your trouble out. It takes a few minutes. Relax no wiggles or rolling around on the table.”
Stubb, I’m going to die. The tube is strangling me. Goodbye Stubb, goodbye world.
“TT, wait! Don’t say goodbye I feel a little, tiny bit better!”
You’re right! False Alarm! I’m still here and the gas is gone!
“Okay fellow, you’re lucky the stomach pump worked. It was just in time. Ida Pearl is waiting outside.” Dr. Crank grabs my muzzle. “Watch what you’re eating. It looked to me like you gobbled a lot of candy. Happy Halloween and try eating dog biscuits.
“Stubby, life is good. HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!
BYE BYE
Stubb and TT
