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Let Me Love You

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“The next day, I went right away to the Supa Judge’s office with Dogman and his scrapbook. I asked him before hand if it was okay to use it to explain my plan to Supa Judge and even though he still seemed embarrassed to do so if it meant helping Papa, he would allow it and whatever it was I had planned.

When I finished explaining my plan to Supa Judge, she right away approved happily. She told me this would definitely get the other judges on board seeing how they are so knowledgeable about Papa’s evil past, they will surely believe that this was a well deserved punishment for him.

And sure enough, the punishment was approved by the whole court of Supa Judges, thanks to our Supa Judge, and his execution was completely cancelled. And that’s how I saved my Papa’s life! Thanks to help from Dogman and Supa Judge and all my friends, of course, including you, Molly!” Lil Petey said cheerfully.

“Aw, thanks,” Molly said happily from the praise. “But Lil Petey, you never mentioned to Magical Hat what the punishment you came up with was,” Molly pointed out.

“Oh yeah,” Lil Petey realized. “Well, it was-“

Before Lil Petey could finish, the group felt a cold breeze blow past them.

“Brrrr, what in the world was that?” Molly asked, trying to cover herself with her cape for warmth.

“I don’t know, it felt so cold though,” Lil Petey said as he looked behind him. He suddenly saw 80-HD running towards him with a breaded man wearing a purple robe and a purple witch’s hat. They both seemed to be shouting something while waving their hands as if to warn them of something.

“80-HD, witchy-looking man! Is there something wrong?!” He shouted to them.

As they approached closely, he could finally hear what they had been trying to warn them about.

“Watch out for the MAGIC WANDS!”

“Magical wands?” Molly and Lil Petey said together before looking up after noticing what seemed to be glittering dust falling from above. Up above them were the three rogue wands seeming ready to use their magic for trouble again. And ready to use it on the group below.

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Hunger for Your Touch

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It was a dark, hopeless time. Every idea we pitched to Supa Judge got shot down—either because Papa had proven to be a master at escaping any jail eventually or because the other judges were convinced he’d twist any "community service" into a villainous masterplan. We needed something foolproof: a punishment where Papa couldn’t escape, but could still make up for his crimes.

Everyone was discouraged, but Dogman was the saddest of all. When I asked why and if it was because of whatever Papa had said to stop Dogman in court, all of my friends just said. "It’s a big secret, but that it’s probably weighing on him."

That night, I found Dogman slumped on the floor, clutching a scrapbook like it was the last lifeboat on a sinking ship. His usually perky ears drooped like wilted flowers.

"Dogman?" I whispered. He startled slightly but didn't look up until I pressed against his side, curled up beside him. "I’m sorry whatever Papa told you hurt you," I whispered. "I wish I could fix it… and save him.

His warm tongue swiped across my cheek - his version of a thank you - but when I pulled back, his brown eyes held more confusion than sadness. He tilted his head in that special way of his that meant "What are you talking about?"

"You know... the big secret Papa told you in court? The thing that made you stop trying to rescue him?"

Dogman's entire body stiffened. He set down the book he'd been holding (I could see now it was his special scrapbook) and made a series of rapid gestures with his paws - first pointing to himself, then his head, then making a sweeping motion like erasing a chalkboard.

"You... already knew?" I guessed. He nodded vigorously, tail thumping once against the floor. Then he mimed hugging someone and drew a heart in the air. "And you forgave him?" Another enthusiastic nod.

"Then why have you been so sad?" I asked, scratching behind his ear the way he liked.

Dogman's face fell. He grabbed the scrapbook and flipped to a page with a crayon drawing I'd made last year - the three of us eating pizza together. With one claw, he tapped Papa's face in the picture, then made his "thinking" expression (tongue poking out the side of his mouth). Next, he mimed pulling his hair in frustration and pointed at the whole book.

"You're trying to figure out what Papa meant by telling you something you already knew?"

He barked softly in agreement, then flipped through more pages. I saw photos of his old life - Knight playing ball with him, a woman I assumed was Alice scratching his belly. Handwritten notes said things like "Be the best Supa Cop" and "Make time for loved ones."

But when we reached the last page, Dogman hesitated. His paws trembled as he slowly turned it, then hid his face behind the book. My own drawing stared back at me - Papa, Dogman and me. Beneath it, in Dogman's messy handwriting, it said: "HAVE A FAMILY."

A warm feeling bubbled in my chest as all the pieces clicked together. "Dogman," I said slowly, "do you want to marry Papa? So we can be a real family? Like Knight and Alice were going to be?"

His entire face turned redder than a fire hydrant. He covered his eyes with his paws but nodded.

That's when the idea struck me like a bolt of lightning. "Dogman!" I shrieked, jumping to my feet. "I know how to save Papa!"

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“Maybe we just need to tell them a story, and they’ll calm down a bit?” Molly suggested, still struggling to keep the giant Magic Hat from bolting.

Lil Petey brightened. “Great idea! I’ve got a really good one,” he said cheerfully. Instead of pushing against the Magic Hat, he gently patted its fabric. “Magic Hat, I’m gonna tell you a true story—one I lived through myself. It’s about the day I saved my Papa’s life.”

The Magic Hat’s thrashing slowed. Almost like it was listening.

“The story begins when Papa was in court, and they gave him a supa unfair punishment. Dogman tried so hard to rescue him—he fought and struggled but there were too many guards. Even when they grabbed him, Dogman kept going… until Papa said something.” Lil Petey’s voice dipped. “Dogman just… stopped. Frozen. Whatever Papa told him must’ve been really important, ’cause even when they took Papa away, Dogman didn’t move a muscle. And that’s when I knew…this was too big for even Dogman!”

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“Both Molly and I looked up—and there she was. The most majestic, glorious lady judge ever! She smelled like lavender and slightly stale coffee, which is basically the official scent of Wisdom. Sure, she was one of the Supa Judges from Papa’s trial, and sure, I probably should’ve been mad at her… but she radiated such powerful, wise vibes that Molly and I just gasped at her like she’d descended from a cloud of justice.”

[Later, Chief and Sarah told me she was actually a supa righteous judge who’d fixed a bunch of prisons - apparently they used to be really bad]

Supa Judge knelt down, looked me in the eyes, and said she was sorry about Papa’s sentence. And when I started crying, she let me hug her. Like, full-on, no-stiff-judge-pat, real hug. She even said she believed Papa had changed and that he could prove to the world that bad guys can reform… if they get the right help. But she couldn’t just undo the punishment, because the other Supa Judges outvoted her.

Then she said the coolest thing: “You and your friends know your Papa best. If you guys can think of a different punishment—one that’s fair but still feels like justice to the court—I’ll fight for it.”

"Molly and I exchanged looks. Operation Save Papa With Creative Sentencing was a GO!”

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Muscles Pt.2

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Muscles 💪

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“Then—just as he broke free and lunged for me again—I shouted the one thing I knew would destroy him… but also stop him. Right there, in the middle of the courtroom, with Dogman still kneeling from wrenching himself loose, I confessed. I told him I was the one responsible for the bomb.”

“The one that turned him into Dogman… and killed Knight.”

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Petey’s eyes brimmed with tears as he forced out the words. "I saw his face—just for a second. Shock, maybe? I’ll never know for sure. I turned away before I could really see… before he could see me falling apart. Couldn’t let him… couldn’t let any of them watch me just…cry.”

His voice cracked. Then Petey stopped talking altogether and surrendered to the sobs.

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"I was charged with being possibly Murder—or at the very least, an accomplice to their crimes—and, without question, deemed a menace to society because of my past evil deeds. The sentence from the Supa Court should’ve been obvious to me, but it still hit like a claw to the gut-“

“Execution."

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"Everyone else reacted in shock—but no one more than Lil Petey and Dogman. Both of them started shouting with a fury I’d never seen before."

“Dogman even leaped out of the viewer’s section, lunging toward me like he thought he could just snatch me and run. Such a simple, desperate plan. That’s exactly the kind of idiot he is.” Petey sighed—almost happily—as if he admired that fact rather than being disgusted by it.

Petey snapped out of his moment of admiration and continued.

“But yeah, it was such a simple, dumb plan that Dogman barely took two steps before the guards swarmed him. Still, he fought like a wild animal—ignoring their warnings that they’d have to hurt him if he kept resisting. And I… I got scared. If I was really about to die, I needed to know Dogman would still be there for Lil Petey. I couldn’t let that loyal idiot throw himself away for me.”

Petey’s voice wavered, but he forced himself to go on.

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Enemy’s Lips

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Dogman + Petey

Chapter 6: A Cat’s Past

“When we got back to the city and reported everything that had happened at Murder’s hideout, I was suddenly—and, at the time, surprisingly—arrested. Apparently, since there were no traces left of Murder (besides a remarkable but now-broken magic machine) and all of Murder’s henchmen had run off, they needed someone to take the blame for all the terrible things Murder had done. Seeing that I had technically worked for Murder and had a past as ‘the most evil cat in the world,’ the justice system decided it was best to arrest me and put me on trial to determine my fate.

Dogman and Lil Petey were both shocked and seemed heartbroken. They’d worked so hard to free me from Murder’s grip, only for me to be handed over to another prison. And I wasn’t feeling much hope for myself.”

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“Within the next few days, I stood on trial before the Supa Court officials—the ones who handle cases involving supa villains, which they now declared me to be. All of Dogman’s friends who had fought in the battle gave their testimonies, doing their best to convince the court I’d changed. The orphans we’d helped save testified that it was Murder, an entity of evil souls, who had captured them and was about to absorb them for their intelligence and skills. But the court dismissed their accounts, claiming they were just children who could’ve been manipulated during their captivity.

Dogman and Lil Petey pleaded with the court to believe their friends, the orphans, and their own statements. But with no physical evidence that Murder had ever existed—and with piles of evidence of my own past evil deeds (which the judges took great delight in recounting)—I was found guilty.”

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Dogman + Petey

Chapter 5: Magic: Here, There, Everywhere!

"”Stop right there, Huge Magic Hat! And spit out the comics of the Catkid Comic Club!” Lil Petey shouted as he jumped in front of the moving evil magic hat, but the hat kept pushing forward—no matter how hard he tried to hold it back.

“Don’t worry, Catkid! I got this!” Molly reacted quickly, using her telekinesis to pull the hat away, yet even against her power, the magic hat strained forward, relentless.

This was turning into a tougher fight than they’d expected."

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80HD sprang into action to help the citizens under attack by the rogue magic wands. The Ice Wand was trying to freeze a couple into solid ice, but 80HD yanked out a super hairdryer, blasting them with heat just before they were completely encased.

Nearby, another wand was levitating a terrified man into the sky, ignoring his desperate pleas to be let down. 80HD swiftly extended a retractable lever from his core and clamped onto the man’s arm, anchoring him to safety.

But the last wand was the most dangerous—spitting flames at will, setting everything ablaze. Luckily, 80HD was always prepared. He unleashed his fire extinguisher, battling back the sudden inferno before it could rage out of control.

No matter how chaotic these wands made things, 80HD was determined to stop them—and they weren’t making it easy.

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“They all dislike me,” the Witch Doctor said gloomily, staring down in disappointment. “I just wanted to prove that not all magic is a menace. I had so much fun learning it—I only wanted to share that joy. But now… I’ll just be seen as some wicked witch doctor.”

80HD noticed a tear rolling down the Witch Doctor’s cheek and silently handed him a tissue.

“Thanks,” he muttered, drying his eyes and blowing his nose. “I wish I could be as helpful as you. If it weren’t for you… I don’t even want to think about what those Wands might’ve done to those people.”

80HD rested a supportive robotic handon the Witch Doctor’s shoulder, offering silent empathy. Then, an idea struck him. Gently but firmly, he took the Witch Doctor’s hand and began leading him toward the path of destruction left by the rogue Wands.

The Witch Doctor blinked in confusion—until 80HD pointed at the trail of chaos. Slowly, understanding dawned on him.

“You… you want to help me?” he asked, voice wavering with hope.

80HD gave a firm thumbs-up, and for the first time in a while, the Witch Doctor smiled. “Thank you… You really are an incredible robot.”

80HD couldn’t quite express it in words, but that simple praise filled him with warmth—pure, unfiltered happiness.

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💕My Sweet Love 💕

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"We stumbled out of Murder’s hideout like survivors of a storm—exhausted, bruised, but alive. And not just alive—together. That was the part that made it all feel unreal. Even the three orphaned kids, who’d been so engulfed by Murder’s darkness, were practically glowing now, their laughter shaky but real as they followed us back home. Free. Finally free.

Dogman supported my weight as we walked out of the hideout. He was just so happy even though that absorption must of took a lot out of him. But he didn’t seem to care. He just looked happy and relieved that he managed to save me. And Li’l Petey? Gosh, he was a mess. Clutching onto me like I might vanish, tears streaking his fur, but he wasn’t even trying to hide it. Just kept whispering, ‘You’re okay, you’re okay,’ between hiccups, like he was convincing himself.

And me? I should’ve been making a snarky remark, playing it cool. But for once, I didn’t. I just let myself feel it—the warmth of Dogman’s side pressed against mine, Li’l Petey’s grip tight enough to bruise, the orphaned kids’ giddy chatter and tears of joy. For the first time in years, I breathed easy. ‘It’s over,’ I told myself.

I was wrong.

Author’s note:

[ I chose to color in the three orphans this time to show their true designs: a black cat, a gray fur pitbull, and a white fur red-eye rabbit.

I chose a cat, dog, and rabbit because they have been known to be the top three most abandoned pets sadly.

And these three have a stigma that prevents them from being adopted. A black cat which some people consider bad luck, a pitbull for people’s misconceptions that they are just naturally violent canines, and a white red-eye rabbit which some people consider evil or ugly to look at.

Owned all three of these types in my lifetime and I can honestly say that they have been the most wonderful and loving companions of my life.

So please, never try to own a pet if you are unsure of the care and commitment you’re willing to give them, always adopt, don’t shop, and never dismiss a pet for their looks or misconceptions about them, their personality is more valuable. ]

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Then the darkness took me. It was— (Petey’s voice cracks) —like drowning in ice. Every breath hurt. But I held onto Dogman’s hand like it was the only thing keeping me from dissolving. And I told him… ‘Remember. Remember Li’l Petey, and Sarah, and Chief and all your loved ones and all the stupid, happy things you guys did together. Remember how much joy they brought you. How much love. How full they made your world. You love them. And they love you. So hold onto that.’

And then-the light-It started in Dogman, this… this glow, bright enough to sear through the shadows. I couldn’t see him anymore, but I felt it. That warmth, that stupid, unshakable light inside him, flaring up like a sun. And for a second… I wasn’t afraid.

Murder used the machine so many times successfully that they forgot how it really works. I understood it though —Murder’s machine relied heavily on dark magic and I know that light and dark magic don’t like to mix. With me grabbing onto Dogman, the absorption process was being done to him as well. But Dogman? He is such a positive goofy pup that his soul was mostly made of light. And the brightest of this he had -Pure, stubborn, ridiculous hope. And when that light hit Murder’s core… (A slow exhale) Pop. Gone. Just like that.

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"I—I was finally safe. Dogman had me in his arms, solid and warm like an anchor in all that chaos. But then... then the air turned cold. The kind of cold that slithers under your fur and sinks into your bones.

Murder wasn’t just surrounding us—they were everywhere. A living nightmare, shifting, whispering, a thousand hungry voices hissing from the dark. Dogman tried to run, but—(Petey’s claws flex against the therapist’s couch) -the shadows, they swallowed us whole. Lifted us right off the ground like we were nothing. And I could feel it, that second when Dogman realized—this was it. No way out. Murder was going to crush us into nothing.

I… I had to think fast. So I begged. ‘Take me instead! My soul—my cunning, my skill—you want that, don’t you?!’ Murder stopped. That was the worst part. That pause. Like a predator deciding whether to play with its food. Dogman—I can’t forget his eyes—he was begging me without a word. ‘Don’t do this. Please.’ But I just… I squeezed his hand and said, ‘Trust me.’