A/N: Yes, this is just the prologue, but chapter 1 is coming soon. And if آپ wanna be in it, just let me know in a comment. Well, hope آپ like it! :D :A/N
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"Aw, yeah! Now THIS is the life!", Dylan thought. "Moving اگلے to that rich guy was the smatest thing I've ever done!" Going through his trash, he found quite a buffet. "Caviar, filet mingion, steamed lobster. This guy eats well!" Filling up his garbage-can-lid plate, he plopped down on a trash-bag chair, only to feel a sharp pain. "Ouch! I must have sat on a broken wine bottle یا something." But on standing up he found a shredded piece of metal. "Wha? What's this?", he thought. On closer inspection, he found a couple of words. They were faded, but it looked like it said..."Meal grad? What the heck does that mean? I've got a bad feeling about this. I'd better دکھائیں it to Kowalski." Leaving his new home, the raccoon snuck into the zoo, then dropped down the penguins hatch. Skipper and Kowalski were the only two there. "Hey guys." "Hello, Dylan." Skipper said. "Where's Rico and Private?" "We sent Rico on a recon mission." "And Private?" "He's off getting snow cones." Dylan rolled his eyes. "How did I not guess?" he chuckled. "Anyway, I've got something I'd like for آپ to check out, Kowalski. If آپ don't mind, I mean." "No, I don't mind. What is it?" Kowalski asked. "This." Dylan کہا tossing him the mysterious piece of metal. "Hmmmmmmmmm. This is strange indeed." Examining it with chemicals and such, he found out what the rest of the letters were. "Oh my God. I thought it was only a myth." Kowalski said. "What?" Skipper inquired. "This is part of the مرکت, ایمرلڈ Grenade." "Is that bad?" Dylan asked. "Let me put it this way. The bombs America dropped on Japan in WWII were a baking soda آتش فشاں compared to this." The color fell from all our faces after that.................
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"Aw, yeah! Now THIS is the life!", Dylan thought. "Moving اگلے to that rich guy was the smatest thing I've ever done!" Going through his trash, he found quite a buffet. "Caviar, filet mingion, steamed lobster. This guy eats well!" Filling up his garbage-can-lid plate, he plopped down on a trash-bag chair, only to feel a sharp pain. "Ouch! I must have sat on a broken wine bottle یا something." But on standing up he found a shredded piece of metal. "Wha? What's this?", he thought. On closer inspection, he found a couple of words. They were faded, but it looked like it said..."Meal grad? What the heck does that mean? I've got a bad feeling about this. I'd better دکھائیں it to Kowalski." Leaving his new home, the raccoon snuck into the zoo, then dropped down the penguins hatch. Skipper and Kowalski were the only two there. "Hey guys." "Hello, Dylan." Skipper said. "Where's Rico and Private?" "We sent Rico on a recon mission." "And Private?" "He's off getting snow cones." Dylan rolled his eyes. "How did I not guess?" he chuckled. "Anyway, I've got something I'd like for آپ to check out, Kowalski. If آپ don't mind, I mean." "No, I don't mind. What is it?" Kowalski asked. "This." Dylan کہا tossing him the mysterious piece of metal. "Hmmmmmmmmm. This is strange indeed." Examining it with chemicals and such, he found out what the rest of the letters were. "Oh my God. I thought it was only a myth." Kowalski said. "What?" Skipper inquired. "This is part of the مرکت, ایمرلڈ Grenade." "Is that bad?" Dylan asked. "Let me put it this way. The bombs America dropped on Japan in WWII were a baking soda آتش فشاں compared to this." The color fell from all our faces after that.................
