“What the f**k!” We both say at the same time.
“CASEY!” we both shout when I hear laughing coming from downstairs. Ivan and I both run for the stairs and run down to slip on the floor at the bottom of the stairs. My gun slides under the hallway table. We both go down in a cloud of glitter. When we are pelted with water balloons but it isn’t water. I gag as I smell pickle juice and something that smells like. My eyes widen when I hear them. The little yips and barks of the pack of pups and then a louder bark. I look at Ivan.
“RUN!” I shout as we scramble and slide to get to the front door just as the pups and their parents round the corner.
The pups run and slide but recover and me and Ivan pull on the door and it gives way just as Bowser and Peach yank on the towels around our waists a
