Short Story(group)

(OK, I'll try again...) Jack took advantage of TS's momentary lapse of attention caused by our hero's lavicious thoughts directed toward the luscious Jackquelita. The Ripper's knife was in mere microns from TS's throat when suddenly the villan fell to the floor and fell hard! The Corgi had taken advantage of the fact that no one had noticed him due to his diminutative stature and seized the opportunity to seize the Ripper's leg with his extremely sharp teeth. Jack shreiked with pain and confusion. How could TS have severed the tendons of the Ripper's ankle with a knife on his TONGUE? The crowd converged on the flailing heap of arms and legs and paws and teeth presented by Jack and the Corgi, but somehow in the confusion Jack managed to hop to his one remaining good foot and pogo out the the pub into the L.A. night. Jackquelita stared at TS in admiration. "That was wonderful!" she exclaimed to TS in a sexy, "whiskey" voice. "How did you do that?"

"Ah, shucks, ma'am. Warn't nothing!" replied TS. "Hey! No dogs allowed!" he added, as he caught sight of the Corgi panting beside Jackquelita's table. The Corgi stared at Jackquelita with lust in its eye. "Too bad she's the wrong species," the Corgi thought. The red head who had been gyrating on the dance floor moments before seemed to read the Corgi's mind and laughed out loud. Suddenly, the attention of all within the pub was diverted by the loud screams of LJ, just outside that establishment's door...