Either You Disarm, Or We Will.

The first warning came on a giant cookie, “OOPSIES” scrawled in frosting.

Four men wearing pink seersucker delivered the second. They sang a song written especially for him, called “A Little Pick-Me-Up, Please.”

The third missive was sitting on his welcome mat, staring up at him, its huge plastic eyes brimming with painted-on tears.

A plastic bag was tied around its stuffed puppy-dog neck. In the bag was a note. “HELP ME OUT HERE,” it said.

He laughed and kicked the puppy aside.

“Hope you’re saving up something good, buddy” he told Cooper as he clipped on the leash.

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Title by: Mister_A
Story by: Jenny

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