Firehouse Dog Page #2

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End of the line, mutt.

[chuckles]

[grunts, huffs]

[barking]

[rock music blasting

through earphones]

[siren whooping]

[Rexxx barks, Shane yells]

[growls]

[burps loudly]

Ugh! Mouth fart.

Ugh!

If you're gonna ditch,

you're gonna get caught, Shane.

What do you got to say

for yourself, huh?

I hate that dog.

[siren blaring in distance]

[sniffing]

[whimpering softly]

[crowd cheering]

You're my favorite star.

I have a question-

Rexxx, over here.

Tell us, Rexxx, who are you wearing?

[clamoring continues]

MAN:

Rexxx, a few words for your fans.

[whimpering]

[snoring]

[muffled explosion]

[fire crackling]

[woman speaking indistinctly

over intercom]

WOMAN [over intercom]:

Bay Street. Vehicle fire.

Incident 205-0.

Be advised.

South Harbor 55

is off-line until further notice.

Cap's waiting for you

in the locker room.

And he is seriously angry.

Yeah, what else is new?

I guess you'll find out

when you get punished.

Hey, dude, just do what I do.

The second he opens his mouth,

start crying.

Or better yet, tell

him it's in your DNA.

That means everything

horrible you do is his fault.

Joe, how do I play this one?

Play?

You get in there,

look him in the eye,

and say you're sorry.

Go!

Give him a break, Joe.

Kid's mom split

when he was, like, two.

He's an orphan.

He's not an orphan.

He's got a dad.

PEP:

Yeah, so no mom

and a firefighter dad.

Pretty much makes him an orphan.

- Right.

- Well, he's got us.

Hope he finds a good shrink.

[video game

whirring, beeping]

Hey.

How many times did I

warn you about ditching?

Three? Four?

That's, um, that's my PSP, Dad.

Can I have it back?

You know, it doesn't seem

to matter what I say.

So I'm gonna hit you where it hurts.

- No PSP,

- What?!

no PlayStation,

Come on, Dad, don't do this to me.

...no iPod.

Dad, come on.

You know, nothing else

seems to work with you.

[alarm wailing]

DISPATCHER [over P.A.]:

Engine 55, Engine 24...

I don't know what to do, Shane.

- Ladder 33, respond.

- Come on.

Hamilton Avenue, structure fire.

Terence!

You took my helmet again.

This is definitely mine.

Then why's my name on it?

[engine sputtering]

Exactly.

Hey, come on, guys.

Suit up is

supposed to take one minute,

- no more.

- DRIVER:
Let's go, Dogpatch!

[over radio]:

South Side's getting hot, Captain.

WOMAN:
Copy that.

Check the extremities,

then set up for a ground deluge.

Roger that.

What's the status inside, Burke?

Secondary search complete, Captain.

It's all clear inside.

All right, lose the masks

and position all crews

for exterior attack.

No rescues for you today, Sparky.

Entry Control,

secondary search is complete.

Let's lock up that building-

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