Okay, when we left off, Belchic dared Lucky, Cadpig, Rolly, Two-Tone, Patch, Wizzer, Jewel and Dipstick to make the ultimate dalmatian puppy pole.
Pups: Psst psst psst psst psst psst psst psst psst...
Lucky: Okay, everyone. We all got our dare. There must be some type of order we can all be able to go in.
Wizzer: All I can say is, if I get even one flea on me from Dipstick, he's going to wake up the next morning colored like a bee.
Dipstick: I said I was sorry...
Lucky: This isn't the time to be arguing. Patch, you're the heaviest of all eight of us. Can you be the base?
Patch: Sure, no prob.
Lucky: And Rolly, you can climb on top of Patch.
Rolly: Well, least I'm not on the bottom this time.
Two-Tone: And then I'll climb on top of Rolly, Jewel, you can climb onto me, and Dipstick can climb on you.
Jewel: I am SO glad this is my flea collar.
Dipstick: My fleas aren't so bad, once you get used to 'em.
Lucky: And then Wizzer can climb onto Dipstick, Cadpig can climb onto Wizzer and I'll climb on top of Cadpig.
Cadpig: Hey! Why do you get to be on top?
Lucky: I'm always on top of everyone.
Wizzer: That is just begging for a double entendre.
Cadpig: Wizzer...focus!
Lucky: Okay, everyone. We all know what to do.
Pups: Readyyyy...*all pound paws together in unison*
BREAK!Patch: Let's go, Rolly.
Rolly: Here goes nothin'...
(Rolly struggles to climb on top of Patch)
Lucky: Guys...he might need some help.
(The six other pups try to help Rolly on top of Patch...but Rolly starts to lose his balance)
Rolly: Ugh...whoa...whoa, guys, I think I'm...
Two-Tone: Everyone look out!!
(Rolly falls off Patch and everyone starts laughing)
Rolly: Ow, that hurt.
Jewel: Like, good thing we're doing this here before we tried it on the concrete. Hey, where's Cadpig?
(Rolly turns around to reveal Cadpig is stuck under his butt)
Cadpig: Oh...I wanna wear the pink one, Mommy...
Lucky: Argh. Dipstick, we're going to need the crowbar...
Jerko: They couldn't stack up on each other for a hill of beans.
Anita: How's the charcoal coming, Roger?
Roger: They're getting hot.
Jerko: Hmm?
Roger: You won't believe the day I had, Anita. While I was out getting these charcoals, I was approached by a Texan.
Anita: What did he want?
Roger: He wanted me to buy some propane instead. I just refused and walked away.
Anita: Well, that's commissions, I guess.
Roger: That's not what was weird. When I left, he was approached by two metalheaded teenagers with a baseball bat that had a boxing glove on it and they started beating the tar out of him.
Anita: Ooh...sounds bad.
Jerko: Heh, moron.
Anita: Listen Roger, could you help with the dishes?
Roger: Sure thing, Anita.
Jerko: Hmm...I think I got a way to have fun with those crybabies and their little game...