Foxy's POV:

I walked towards Freddy. He was reading the local news. The title was "Puppies Were Kidnapped": a strange title, but I won't judge the local news. I tapped his shoulder. He looked up at me and raised a brow, "Yes?" He inquired.

"Ye' know how ye' told Bonnie to stay away from bilge rat?" I started, and Freddy nods, "Yeah? What about it?" Freddy asked, "They are on a date right now!" I say, and Freddy's jaw dropped.

"He dares to disobey me, take my orders, and disregard them!?" Freddy said with a glare. I nod my head, "How dare he," I agree. "They won't stay away from each other. What do we do?" Freddy inquires.

"Break them up, spread rumors, tell lies, force them apart." I listed. "Why do you have this already planned?" Freddy asked with a raised brow and a low chuckle. "Don't ask," I say back. I had been planning this plan forever. I do not trust the bilge rat. He's trouble, and I fear Bonnie will end up like him.

Freddy's POV:

"Okay?" I say hesitantly and shrug, "I say," I begin, thinking for a second before continuing talking.

"Maybe forcing them apart? Rumors won't work. They'll stay together using proof to explain how the rumors are wrong. Lies won't work: they can use proof. Breaking them up, they'll get back together," I say, using logic to explain how things would play out.

"Okay. So, we're forcing them apart?" Foxy asked eagerly, "Yeah, for the safety of Bonnie," I said with a nod. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Foxy's tail begin to wag, which I pretend not to see, knowing he gets embarrassed about it.

"So, what be the exact plan?" Foxy asked. "Ngk," I say and think. "Uh- excellent question! I have no idea," I say in a cheery yet nervous tone, and Foxy chuckles.

"How about, later, after their date, I talk to Bilge Rat, you talk to Bonnie, and we'll demand them not to see each other," Foxy said.

"Why do you get Goldie? He's my brother," I asked. "Exactly, you'll be soft with him," Foxy explained. "No, I won't," I say, "Ye' will," Foxy argued back.

"No, I won't," I repeat, "Ye' will," Foxy also repeats. "No, I won't!" I repeat, "Ye' will!" Foxy did the same.

"Won't," I argue, "Will," Foxy argued back. "Won't," I said again, "Will," Foxy repeats. This lasted about 5 minutes until I finally agreed, "Fine! Maybe I will. You can talk to Goldie," I surrender.

"Good," Foxy nods. "Should we explain why we're forcing them apart?" I asked, and Foxy scoffed. "Why would we do that? They should listen to us without a reason," I said, and I shrugged. "Okay? I guess we'll wait," I say with a nod. I look back at my paper.

"That's a stupid title," Foxy said, looking at the title. "Leave the kidnapped puppies alone!" I yelped with a sad yet stern tone, making Foxy chuckle. "More like pup-napped" Foxy laughed. "Shut up," I uttered and went back to reading the paper.