#woofer and whimper

[sohannabarberaesque]

Poetry Corner

What more could be expected from someone staying in a resort up among Minnesota's Ten Thousand of the "old school" more than anything than to stumble upon one of the Three Wolves (as in Loopy, Hokey and Mildew) offering to lead him unto a diving misadventure in the lake whence the resort fronts, dictated solely by ennui and a desire for adventure the vidiot's lamp couldn't provide?

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And what exactly is Whimper learning in the body of a Bassett hound from an "old master" of canine detective mastery in the body of a bloodhound by name of Woofer, considering that Whimper's desires seem to be driven out of a desire to shake himself from predictability that his breed expects him to be?

Meanwhile, reader, do these displays of poesy still delight you?

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[mantrabay]

Quotidian Fever 1

I dream of magic lines but they elude me.

Chapbook on acrylic tube palette, janus-faced cave in

at the crack of dawn,

crescent moonlight awnings turn to circus of the soul,

images that colour dullard pages leave furrow on my

hayrick haggard brow.

Backwater sonnet form leaning towards some meadow compost rot.

Ghost written silhouettes, shatter fragile eggs on

loop pile Berber carpets,

yolk stain and pale brown chicken hash tags.

Tight rope knot escarpment found in tripod camera verse,

cliff edge heart-stop paen is just another

blue-sky canon over billed by birds of prey.

Poetic licence pointer to a learner permit doggerel,

aspiring metre patchwork but a tapered column

lost in grey day whimper.

Guangdong province text in lychee pink for window glaze.

Fleeting notions dangle at the sparrow hawk crossroads,

while grazing skinny red ballon formations overhead.

Mother of invention please shine your convex beam

upon this wellspring drought abandonment I swim in.

Sudden brain cell drafts a Jack-o’-lantern of disjointed phases,

stretcher bear the legless phrases that leave me

wheelchaired and infirmed in woolly states.

Timeline mainstream woofer whose lagging jacket hemline falls apart,

areole reduced branch slowly bleeds its cactus juice of inspiration.

A rush, a fever, quotidian fever,

no greater longing can us writers have.

Photographs and piece all my own work

Thank you so much for all your support

[cuteteacakes]

Thinking about which of my muses are "Most Likely to Whimper" and I got a few

Alder

Barnabunny

Jet (big surprise)

Beau (after being reminded by Woofer)

[ghostchasersmagazine]

Doing my weekly eBay browsing and came across some more neat concept art, so I'm going to put them all here in one post.

This first one is actually a concept piece for a show that never came to be, but apparently one of the proposed ideas for the Josie and the Pussycats spin-off show was one set in prehistoric times with the working title of "Josie and the Pussycats 1,000,000 B.C.". A reverse version of the spinoff we ended up getting in a way.

Up next is a piece of art showing the concept designs for the Amazing Chan and the Chan Clan cast.

Anne has the most obvious difference in design, so I guess the decision to make her a tomboy was made later in production. It makes me wonder how different her personality was during the concept stages. I do like the design more generally speaking though; it wouldn't have really fit her character as we know her in-show but it does look nice.

Most of the other characters' designs are pretty similar to the final show. Nancy being a little chef originally does explain why the show would sometimes do food jokes with her, and Flip being into baseball fits his character. I also think that Mr. Chan looks dashing in the all-white suit.

Henry is drawn cute here too. That has nothing to do with the design I just wanted to point it out.

Finally, a piece I found with the concept designs for the cast of Clue Club.

Everyone but Whimper has some noticeable differences in their designs. Woofer with originally a short-legged dog like Whimper, and had a different fur color too.

Dottie's design is actually pretty close to her final design, just with a hair difference - no pigtails and black hair instead (matching with the concept design for Larry who also has black hair).

Pepper's design has the most difference, and looked even more 1970s than her final one - a popped collar, the bell bottoms, and having a cute little short hair cut.

I honestly kind of like D.D.'s concept design better. I like his colors more here, though I think giving him glasses in the final design was a good move.

And as a little bonus, apparently their car was different in the concept design too, no dune buggy.

[yourfavwillpay]

The Clue Club (except for Dotty) WILL pay!

[geekbroll]

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[cmonstepuptotheplate]

(Okay, but...) Sir Woofers: *Starts to get up while Vivi is sleeping on him* Vivi: *Goes tumbling off* Sir Woofers: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! D:

Sir Woofers just starts sniffing and whimpering at his friend. He’s worried

[yetanothersterekblog]

Okay so I wrote this little ficlet based on this video which is utterly adorable and everyone should look at it because it is just too cute okay. I’d also like to thank @captainpettie who was the one that gave me that extra little push to write this and gave me some very needed encouragement, plus I added a woofer on here cuz how could I not?

Being a parent is not easy.

Being a parent of triplets is hell on earth.

Stiles and Derek love their kids but raising three 1 year olds is by far their hardest mission and they’ve dealt with actual monsters! That kill people!

Throw in the fact that two of those 1 year olds are werewolves and it makes parenthood mission impossible.

Stiles has no idea why but when one triplet starts to cry, they all start to cry because the other one is crying. Which makes solving the actual problem a thousand times more difficult than it needs to be.

It especially sucks when it happens after Stiles and Derek spend a mini eternity trying to put them all to bed.

“Oh my god Ella stop squirming! I’m just trying to put you on the changing table.” Stiles said as he tried to control the two werewolf pups in his arms.

“Derek, little help here?”

“I’m a little busy putting Conner into his PJs Stiles.” Derek said from the other side of the nursery.

“Well I’m a little busy trying to keep my two werewolf children from falling out of my arms! You’re the alpha here how come you’re not the one wrangling in the pups?”

Stiles can practically hear the eye roll Derek is undoubtingly giving him. “Because I got them ready for bed yesterday, it’s your turn now Stiles.”

Stiles grumbles but manages to put both Luke and Ella on the changing table.

Getting Luke into his light green onesie with tiny ducks all over it was fairly simple, he’s by far the calmest out of the bunch.

When Stiles sets Luke in his crib and turns around to get started on changing Ella into her PJs he finds that the little girl isn’t sitting on the changing table anymore.

“Shit.”

“Language.” Derek said offhandedly.

“Language yourself Derek I lost Ella!”

“She’s still somewhere in the house Stiles calm down.”

Stiles glared. “I know that! But I just gave her a bath and you know how she loves to get herself dirty. If she sneaks into the cupboards to eat peanut butter again I think I’ll cry.”

“Then find her before she can get herself dirty.” Derek shrugs.

Stiles gawks. How could Derek do this to him? He has supernatural tracking abilities and he’s making Stiles, his poor human husband, find their werewolf daughter all on his own.

If Stiles wasn’t stupidly in love with Derek and his stupidly perfect face he’d be in the process of getting a divorce. This is abuse.

When Stiles finds Ella in the kitchen a moment later he is relieved that find that Nia found her before the 1 year old got to the peanut butter.

The golden retriever was standing right in front of the pantry daring the pup to make a move. Whenever Ella would try to get around the pooch Nia would gently place her paw on Ella’s chest, stopping her from getting any closer.

Stiles quickly scooped Ella into his arms before she could do anything to annoy Nia too much and rewardingly scratched Nia’s head. That dog deserves a fucking metal for putting up with the 3 terrors Stiles and Derek call their children and making sure they don’t break their heads.

“Good girl Nia,” Stiles praised, “you’re getting extra belly rubs and ear scratches before bed tonight.”

Nia relished the soft touch before making her way back up the stairs into the nursery, tail wagging happily as she went.

Stiles turned to look at his daughter in his arms. “You’re lucky Nia was able to stop you before you found the peanut butter. I was not going to give you another bath missy.”

Ella only giggled and prodded his face with her chubby fingers, squealing joyfully when he pretended to bite her hands.

Stiles couldn’t stop the fond smile tugging at his lips. “You just had to be cute, didn’t you?”

Once Stiles finished putting Ella in her PJs for the night, he gently placed her inside the crib and took out his phone to start recording.

No matter how many times they did this, Stiles always found it impossible to not film it. Plus Erica would kill him if she goes to sleep without her nightly dose of Stilinski-Hale pup cuteness.

Derek looks at him and glares, already knowing what his husband is planning.

Stiles simply smirks before shouting, “WOLF PACK!”

In an instant all the other members in the room start howling, even Nia.

Derek’s loud and powerful howl sounds particularly out of place with Conner, Ella, and Luke’s tiny arrooos.

Stiles snickers as he ends stops the video and sends it to the pack’s group chat.

He’s making his way to the kitchen to grab the already made bottles when Derek’s grumpy face comes into view.

“You can’t keep doing that you know.”

“Doing what?” Stiles asks innocently as he grabs a bottle and hands the other two to Derek.

“Treating the howling exercise as a cute trick. This is to teach them to howl when they’re in trouble, not to send cute videos of our kids to the pack. It’s vital that they understand howling is a way to call for us and the pack when they need us.”

Stiles rolls his eyes as he sees the pout on Derek’s face. He doesn’t care what the hell Derek has to say about it, that right there, is a pout.

“Relax sourwolf,” Stiles says, “they’ll know, it’s natural for wolves to howl when they’re in danger. Conner might not because he’s human and it isn’t an instinct for him but they’ll be fine Derek.”

Derek still doesn’t seem convinced so Stiles gives him a chaste kiss on the lips before smiling softly at him. “You’re teaching them well.”

“You think so?”

Derek’s voice was playful, his face teasing with the semblance of a smirk on his lips, but his eyes were vulnerable and insecure.

Stiles cups his cheeks with the hand that isn’t holding the baby bottle. “Yeah, I really do.”

Derek kisses him them, soft and slow but deep and full of passion. They both melt into it, savoring the taste of each other’s lips.

It isn’t until they hear faint whimpering howls coming from the nursery that they pull back. 

“Looks like we have some fast learners on our hands.” Stiles smirks.

Derek rolls his eyes but can’t seem to keep the obvious pride he feels from showing on his face.

Being a parent of triplets may qualify as a form of weird and unusual punishment.

But Stiles wouldn’t give this up for the world.

[sohannabarberaesque]

Poetry Corner

Somehow, Whimper must be of two minds: One, the desire to enter canine detective work in the vein of his hero, the great bloohound detective. Woofer.

And two, the romantically-inclined such, somehow unable to take his mind off canine carnal desire when the moment demands it.

But how do you tell a Bassett hound like Whimper how to distinguish a she-dog on heat from blood and other bodily secretions left by fleeing criminals (including body hair, sweat, urine, feces, semen and spit) he's otherwise expected to persue when he's learning (or trying to) from mentoring with an "old hand" at the game?

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[mantrabay]

Quotidian Fever 2

Six new photographs

Two additional lines between quotation marks

I dream of magic lines but they elude me.

Chapbook on acrylic tube palette, janus-faced cave in

at the crack of dawn,

crescent moonlight awnings turn to circus of the soul,

images that colour dullard pages leave furrow on my

hayrick haggard brow.

Backwater sonnet form leaning towards some meadow compost rot.

Ghost written silhouettes, shatter fragile eggs on

loop pile Berber carpets,

yolk stain and pale brown chicken hash tags.

Tight rope knot escarpment found in tripod camera verse,

cliff edge heart-stop paen is just another

blue-sky canon over billed by birds of prey.

Poetic licence pointer to a learner permit doggerel,

aspiring metre patchwork but a tapered column

lost in grey day whimper.

Guangdong province text in lychee pink for window glaze.

Fleeting notions dangle at the sparrow hawk crossroads,

while grazing skinny red ballon formations overhead.

Mother of invention please shine your convex beam

upon this wellspring drought abandonment I swim in.

Sudden brain cell drafts a Jack-o’-lantern of disjointed phases,

stretcher bear the legless phrases that leave me

wheelchaired and infirmed in woolly states.

Timeline mainstream woofer whose lagging jacket hemline falls apart,

areole reduced branch slowly bleeds its cactus juice of inspiration.

A rush, a fever, quotidian fever,

no greater longing can us writers have.

“as you can glimpse from my narration,”

“on foot of august toil or stubborn pluck.”

Photographs and piece all my own work

Thank you so much for all your support

[filmsoundphd]

Acoustic Violence: A Sonological look at the film John Wick

-----------------WARNING - MILD PLOT SPOILERS BELOW--------------------

As an all-out action film, taking a stylistic approach similar to John Woo movies with a Neo-noir twist, John Wick delves into (a hopefully very fictional) criminal underworld of hitmen and mob bosses, thieves and assassins, with a commanding visual approach. Sonically however, it’s more subtle than big explosions and powerful, booming gunshots, it's more nuanced than a typical summer blockbuster film such as Die Hard or Rampage.

The character from whom the film takes its name is a recently widowed ex-hitman, whose wife buys him a puppy as a final gift. The puppy makes an impression on John very quickly, we can see this in the way he cares for it, the careful way in which he pets it, the affectionate look he gives it, and he lets it sleep on his bed. The film also makes the audience deeply affectionate toward the puppy, through visual methods, but also through sound. The puppy whimpers and whines with a delicate softness, its paws gently patter on the hard floor of Johns house, sounds that will remind pet-owners especially of their loved animals, especially when they were young.

Although John has long given up the life he led as a hitman for crime syndicates, he becomes drawn back into the criminal underworld when his house is broken into by Russian gang members. The infiltrators take his new puppy and murder it, a scene made incredibly brutal and emotionally charged not through the visual elements, (the murder is obscured by the camera angle and actor framing, as well as image processing) but through the sound we hear during the event. Some audience members were left sobbing genuine tears for an animal they have only known through film for fifteen minutes - a terribly fast attachment time. The final yelps of the puppy trying to protect its master, and the whimpers as it is beaten will not only leave a long-lasting impression on the audience, but also a heavy heart and an emotional hardship, which cements them to the plot of the film, makes them root so hard for John as he sets out to exact revenge for this brutal and unnecessary murder. 

The revenge(s) in question is equally as brutal, more in a visual manner this time around, however there are subtle sonic undertones that give extra weight to John Wick’s c character and actions. A scene in which he breaks into a nightclub has the audience impressed at his notoriety, enough to convince a very intimidating looking doorman to let him enter without as much as a scuffle. In this scene John’s voice is processed to give a little extra growl, giving him a more sincere undertone. During the ensuing scenes inside, he begins to move stealthily, the music soundtrack helping him stay in the shadows, not seen or heard. But when he is found, the music stops, silence, before the first gunshot. This gives the viewers ears a chance to recover from the acoustic violence of the music soundtrack, a loud, bombastic club-dance sound. As the viewers ears adjust to the silence, the middle ear relaxing its compressive muscles, the gunshot sounds. This causes the shot to be perceived as much louder than the sounds before it, with more weight and power, backing up John’s actions on screen (he hardly misses a headshot - an accurate and ruthless killer), showing the audience he really is this incredible killer. 

Such sonic techniques are used throughout the film from herein, with little variation, giving a consistently relentless John Wick a consistently relentless sonic character. It is interesting however how the sounds of other assassins depicted in the film vary. Willem Defoe’s character uses a silenced sniper rifle, with a can-like ring and whistle to the sound of its gunfire, although not a silent shooter, the sound is more sinister than Wick’s firearms, its less overt, more difficult to pin down - allowing the viewers mind to wander about his character a little. Is he good or bad? Will he help John, or kill him? The sonic profile around this character is deliberately ambiguous to give this effect.

Events that in many blockbuster would produce room shaking, sub-woofer heavy sounds are (mostly) toned down a little in this film. Probably adding to the power of John, it is him that is the killer, not the large explosions, car crashes, and destruction of sets. Such sounds are often not as large nor impressive as we may be accustomed to in typical action movies. For example in a scene where three 4x4 vehicles explode, the sound of the raging fire is the most prominent, there is no large, extended boom of the initial explosion. This raging fire could be interpreted as a way of conveying John’s rage, burnin inside, now showing on the outside. In this case the metaphor is both visual and sonic, giving a great background for the brutal killing we are now adjusting to throughout the film. 

With the aid of the sound design choices, as well as in mixing, we now know that John is this super assassin, not to be meddled with, under any circumstance. The sounds of the film help us understand that all the other characters in the film either survive, or don’t, because John decides so.

[ghostchasersmagazine]

!! agree with your last post so much. sure it’s funny that HB kept making a bunch of similar shows after scooby was a hit, but it’s annoying to see all the “clones” get labeled as bad just because “they’re basically scooby doo”. the formula is fun and they do change it up a bit with every show, making it new and entertaining. i think people don’t even want to give the other shows a chance because they feel it’s somehow a disservice to scooby when it really isn’t. i mean, scooby has crossovers with the other shows and the joke in laff-a-lympics is that their team is called the scooby doobies

I definitely agree with all the points you made here, Anon. Thoughts about it all under the cut since I ended up having a lot of them:

Like, I do get why the Mystery Teen shows of the 70s tend to get singled out as proof of why Hanna-Barbera was "uncreative". Not only was Scooby Doo itself heavily prevalent in that time period, but there were eleven other shows following the formula (twelve if you count Ruby-Spears's Fangface). It's like the criticism leveled against the shows in the 1960s following the Tom and Jerry or Yogi Bear formulas or the shows in the 1980s following the Smurfs formula, only amplified because of the sheer amount of examples. Personally, the criticism that "Hanna-Barbera always just recycled its old ideas" was never something that bothered me, as I think its super neat to see how the same starting point can be adapted to different scenarios with different characters, but I do get why it gets brought up so much.

But it's just like you said, it is indeed irritating to see all of the other Mystery Teen shows get automatically dismissed just because they're similar to Scooby. There are distinct differences between each show that frankly you only need to see one episode to notice, maybe two if you're really dedicated to seeing how the characters act (since in some shows some of the characters do act different in the first episode compared to the rest of the series). Sure, one can argue that they are relatively simple changes to make, like the number of characters in the group or the setting, but those are still ultimately very important to the show.

Like, The Amazing Chan and the Chan Clan and The Buford Files are both shows about siblings solving more traditional/down-to-Earth mysteries, but there is an inherent difference between a large set of siblings solving mysteries in international locations and a brother and sister pair solving mysteries in rural Georgia. Goober and the Ghost Chasers and The New Shmoo are both about reporters investigating the existence of the supernatural, but there is an inherent difference between reporters who are paid to investigate these scenarios and have a believer viewpoint and reporters who are investigating these scenarios on their own dime and have a skeptical/analytical view on the matter.

Even how the mysteries are set up is different between a lot of the shows. Captain and the Teen Angels is a classic detective show with them witnessing a crime being committed and having to discover who did it. Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kids has the characters already knowing who the culprit is, so the mystery becomes how or if they'll be able to stop them. Josie and the Pussycats has the characters accidentally stumbling into trouble and having to solve the mystery just to get themselves out of it.

I think the best way to describe the major distinctions between the shows, especially in comparison to Scooby Doo, is how the shows handles their companion characters. There is a difference between how Scooby talks versus how the other talking dog characters talk. In that, Scooby actually talks to the human characters in his show. Goober only talks to the audience, instead barking normally to the Ghost Chasers. Woofer and Whimper only talk to each other, instead also barking normally to the Clue Club. Buford mumbles out loud to himself, which Woody and Cindy Mae will sometimes overhear and briefly acknowledge, but Buford never has a full-blown conversation with them.

There is also a difference between how the Scooby Doo characters treat Scooby as their pet dog versus how the Speed Buggy characters treat Speed Buggy as their car versus how the Jabberjaw characters treat Jabberjaw as their drummer and fellow aquatic citizen versus how the Funky Phantom characters treat Mudsy as a ghost and mentor figure. Obviously, dogs and cars and sharks and ghosts all have different skills and viewpoints on the world that impact how they interact with the people around them.

(This is just a side tangent I want to make real quick, but one thing in particular I think is disingenuous about some of the criticism the other Mystery Teen shows get is the reaction to what companion character each show has. The shows that do have a dog in them [regardless of if it can talk or not] are hit with the "oh look another talking dog what a rip-off" argument and are automatically dismissed, but the shows that don't have a dog in them get the "haha look at the talking ghost/car/shark how ridiculous!" treatment and get mocked. Is it really a fair criticism if "this character is visually similar to Scooby" and "this character is not visually similar to Scooby" are both the wrong choice to make? I don't think so.)

Going back to what you said, Anon, you make a really good point about the formula itself. It is a fun formula! The "a group of teenagers and their companion get into shenanigans and ultimately end up helping people" formula is one that can be adapted various different ways and all have fun results. It's one reason why Scooby Doo itself has lasted so long I'd argue, because it gives room for variations in setting and personalities and the like without straying too far from what makes it entertaining (how the characters work together to solve their problems and the good they ultimately end up doing through it).

I also think that's an interesting suggestion you brought up, that the reason that people don't like the other Mystery Teen shows on principal is because they think it would be disrespecting Scooby Doo somehow. I think that would be a reason for Scooby fans more particularly not liking them (since I imagine that say, those Hanna-Barbera critics I brought up earlier probably don't like them just because they don't like Hanna-Barbera in general), and one I can at least kind of understand.

Obviously I do agree with you Anon that the existence of the other shows are not a disservice to Scooby Doo, both in a "the existence of others shows does not take away the goodness of Scooby Doo" way and in a "if Hanna-Barbera used the Scooby formula eleven more times it clearly means they liked it" way. But, I do understand the emotional, knee-jerk reactions of "why did you make the show again do you think there's something wrong with the first one?" and "the first one was so good there was no need for another version of it". I do think that fans who feel this way should still give the other Mystery Teen shows a chance though, instead of just assuming that they're all inherently worse than Scooby Doo just because they came out after it.

All of the crossovers you mentioned are another reason why I don't think that the other shows should be viewed as a disservice to/disrespectful of Scooby Doo. Scooby Doo as a franchise as always been pro-crossover and celebrating other media, and this was especially true in the 1970s. I could bring up episodes like "The Weird Winds of Winona" and "The Haunted Showboat" for this, but I think your example of Laff-a-Lympics is probably the best showcase of this. I discussed this in another ask a while ago, but the characters on the Scooby Doobies where specifically chosen because of their shared history with the Scooby Doo franchise (with Captain Caveman, the Teen Angels, and Hong Kong Phooey thematically working as replacements for the characters Hanna-Barbera wanted to use but couldn't due to their crime-stopping nature).

In a way, at least the 1970s version of Scooby Doo is intertwined with the other Mystery Teen shows the same way they are with it. They co-existed together back then with no issue, and both ultimately ended up being important in defining the landscape of Hanna-Barbera cartoons in the 1970s, for however you may interpret that.

[sohannabarberaesque]

Poetry Corner

(Obviously without The Genie, who read the poesy on The Lawrence Welk Show back in the day)

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Nothing could be more surprising nor more fascinating unto the experience than to picture Bon-Bon and Ding-a-Ling, while diving somewhere on vacay, managing to catch fish for the supper with their forepaws, claws out and all, and manage to bring same to shore, ready for frying up and then some.

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After the loving with (and among) the Hair Bear Bunch:

Moonlit night, up at the lake, moon reflecting in its waters.

Sheer satisfaction ensued of sexual release, tensions molted away.

Just a light-hearted swim in the lake's shallows, climax of the evening's pleasure.

The cool of the lake-waters in overnight primeval, refreshing yet relaxing.

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Weird as it must seem: How could it be possible for a Bassett hound like Whimper having aspirations on doing canine detective work alongside a more obvious breed for the work-- a bloodhound like Woofer, teaching such an unlikely pupil the finer points thereof, yet managing to have some lucky breaks in the process?

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Handfasting underwater. Most trollikely show of trollfection known between mertroll and your basic troll, the latter just diving in the spring to kill an aftrollnoon otherwise most muggy and humid, learning much of their troll self in the process via mertroll.

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Just imagine: Knock-Knock, Satchel and Scooter, rehearsing inline skating routine.

So how likest thou these short exercises in Hanna-Barberian poesy, reader? And can you top me in this arena?

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[sohannabarberaesque]

Now, picture the canine detectives Woofer and Whimper on the beach, given the following as inspiration:

[sohannabarberaesque]

Woofer and Whimper headcannon

Picture the canine detective duo per Clue Club originally stumbling upon an illicit moonshine still in the backwoods, with Whimper being especially overcome by the fumes of illicit whisky distillation ... and perfectly clear besides, on a par with the Irish poteen and Manx whisky.