" Close encounters of the furry kind"~ for the Song Story Challenge on Section VII

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

                     

Solo and Kuryakin made a mad dash down the crowded streets; their guns were drawn but they tried to keep them discreetly hidden from the passersby. It wasn’t until the man they were pursuing decided to turn and fire at them that they made their weapons known and everyone around them went scrambling in a panic to find cover.

“He went in there!” Solo shouted to his partner, pointing to the door of an establishment called “Paradise Pets.

They charged in after their quarry, but came to a halt as they suddenly found themselves surrounded by parrots in and out of their cages, gold fish bowls perched precariously on pedestals.  Kittens, puppies, chinchillas and guinea pigs were everywhere in cages and displays, screeching, meowing, barking and squeaking in a cacophonous symphony of sound

Apparently the pet store had just received a delivery of new stock…

The sales clerk behind the counter stared wide-eyed at the two agents; Solo presumed at first it was because of the guns he and Illya were brandishing.

He ducked his out of site, elbowing Kuryakin to do the same.

“Excuse me Miss but a man came running in here just a minute ago. Where did he go?”

“Man, what man?” She said nervously. Her eyes moved to the side repeatedly, giving a non-verbal message the one they were looking for was beside her, hiding behind the counter.

“Oh thank you then Miss. Our mistake. Sorry for disturbing you,” Illya said loudly. He signalled for Napoleon to stay put as he headed to the door, opening it enough to let a little brass bell hanging at it’s top ring out, signalling their supposed departure.

“La la laaaaaaa, awwwwk. Look out below, look out below, la la laaaaaa” a large grey parrot sang out.

A man slowly rose from behind the girl, still holding his pistol towards her, but to his surprise he came face to face with Solo and the barrel of his Walther.

“Are you going to come quietly?” Napoleon smiled, “Or do my partner and I have to get a little rough?”

The man raised his hands, relinquishing his gun as he stepped towards the U.N.C.L.E. agent.

“Yeah you got me. I surrender.”

He suddenly reached out, grabbing what he could, in this case it was puppies...lots of fat squirming puppies. He hurtled them one after another at Solo and the Russian.

Napoleon caught them one after the other, hanging onto the furballs, not wanting them to be hurt.

A large and particularly hefty one hit Kuryakin right in the face with a yelp.

The scene unfolded in slow motion with Illya fumbling to catch the dog without actually having to catch it...like he was juggling the poor creature. He Stepped backwards, tripping over a low wall and falling into a display window filled with other puppies, leaving his legs dangling over the wall while the rest of him was covered with furry little canines, with only one goal in mind; licking the Russian’s face.

Napoleon grabbed their assailant by the front of his suit jacket and heaved a mighty blow to the man’s jaw, sent his head snapping back and sending him falling unconscious to the floor.

“Oh my God! Thank you!” The clerk burst out in tears. “ I thought I was going to die.”

He wrapped his arms around the sobbing sales clerk’s quivering shoulders, offering her comfort and his telephone number, along with his handkerchief.

“Perhaps I could take you out to dinner to help make up for this,” he cooed.

“Napoleon!” Illya cried out,” A little help PLEASE?”

Solo went to his partners aid, finding him completely covered in puppies gleefully wagging their tails,  panting licking and peeing away.

“Gee, will you look at that?” Napoleon said, “Excuse me Miss…?”

“Florence, Florence Willis,” she smiled.

“Miss Willis, could you tell me how much is that doggie in the window?”

“Which one?” She asked, thinking he was serious.

“Oh the yellow one, he’s sorta cute and cuddly isn’t he?”

“Napoleon!” Illya snapped.

“Well all the ladies say that about you tovarisch,” Napoleon grinned, giving his partner a hand up.

Illya wiped the slobber from his face, but looking at him, he was as white as a ghost, and was obviously shaken up by his close encounter of the canine kind.

“Are you for real?”Solo asked,” You’re afraid of little puppies?”

“You know I do not like dogs.”

“Down boy, down,” Napoleon laughed.

“Next time you make fun of my phobia I just might bite you,” the Russian warned.

Solo, not able to resist one more dig,  held out a doggie biscuit as a peace offering.

“Not amusing Napoleon.”

The African grey parrot chose that exact moment to flutter into the air and  land right on top of Solo’s head, squawking it’s displeasure as well as some new words to it’s vast vocabulary.

“Awwwk, Napoleon! Napoleon!  La la laaaaaa. Bite you bite you, la la laaaaaa,’ It sang out.

And then the bird did what they do when ‘nature’ calls.

The look on the American’s face was priceless...

“Now that was funny.” Illya finally laughed. “Polly want a...Napoleon?”

“Awwwwk Polly want a Napoleon. Polly want a Napoleon...la la laaaaaaa.”

Illya was grinning from ear to ear . “This is quite an intelligent creature.  think I am going to purchase it for you my friend.  You need a pet.”

“You do and I’ll shoot it, and you too,” Solo threatened.

“Napoleon!” Illya was shocked his partner would threaten such violence against an innocent animal, though the threat to himself didn’t even make him flinch.

“Gotcha…” the American snickered.

Comments

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

The visual I got of Illya covered in happy squirming puppies...priceless! Very cute use of the prompt.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Mmm, yes 'peeing' puppies too. Happy pee. They do that. hee hee! Years ago my dog Petie would let go a little happy squirt when my husband would come home and pick him up, and I'd laugh and say it was a sign of affection. The (future-ex) husband said to me "do you want me to do that to you when I see you?" Okay, I quit saying it, but secretly hope the dog would keep pissing on him. (and he did) LOL!

Glad you enjoyed the story and thanks for commenting. I am so behind in my reading right now, it's awful. Lots of catching up to do.

Have a Happy Easter!

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

Happy Easter to you, too!

I had a dog years ago who would squat and pee whenever my stepfather spoke to her. She was crazy about him! My mom would say would you please speak to her outside! That would crack us all up.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Oh that's too funny!

What are your Easter plans today? I'm going across the apartment complex to my cousins for brunch at noon. Then home again to watch movies...sigh. At least it's nice enough to open a window. :D

[alynwa.livejournal.com]

My plans are the same as yesterday: staying home, watching TV, doing a little writing and pretending to clean my house, LOL.

Tomorrow, I'm going to buy a new notepad so I can start changing passwords. Ugh. Not looking forward to it, but changing them seems to be what everyone is proposing. For me, that's a lot of passwords. I thought at first of just changing financial ones, but most of the sites have some personal info about me. Sigh.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

If my cousin hadn't invited me to breakfast, I'd be doing the same thing all day too. I'll probably be over there an hour or two at the most. Her sister and brother-in-law won't be there, so it'll probably be just us, her daughter and granddaughter.

I started changing passwords too. What a pain. Didn't realize how many accounts I have! Sigh indeed!

Wish I could afford a new computer AND an ipad ...or a new phone for that matter. Hopefully if SSI gets approve I will be able to start improving my existence.