Fianna sat at his computer, not actually working on it. He was petting his white pooch. The dog's head was resting on the keyboard and it was drooling on the tab key. The green one seemed not to notice as he was concocting yet another way to humiliate ThunderWolf. He slowly dozed off and found himself in a TV studio.

He looked around and saw Grune sitting in the director's chair.
"And action", yelled the sabertooth.
A huge light let loose from the ceiling and fell on Fianna, knocking him to the ground.
"CUT", hollered Grune, "not enough blood, try it again.
"Crap", squeaked the green caninoid as he dodged another falling light and took off, right into a piece of Plexiglas.
The sudden stop knocked him on his back.
"My nose", he complained as he put a paw to his broken and bleeding nose.

Fianna jerked his head up, realizing he had fallen asleep. He looked around quickly. To his relief he was still alone, except for his guard dog. He noticed the screen was full of a's.
"How may times do I have to tell you, you can't type", he reminded his mutt as he hoisted her up and set her on the floor.
As he straightened up the power went out. He looked and it wasn't raining out.
His poodle gave him a questing look and he answered, "It's just the breaker. I'll go and turn it back on."

Once the fuse was reset he made his way back. He stepped into the room and looked around for a few minutes, trying to figure out wasn't right.
"My dog", he gasped as he realized she was gone. She was indeed gone. On his monitor was a msg box that read "I have your poodle mutt. If you want it back meet me at Panthro's junk plant. Your computer will now self destruct".

With that his computer sucked itself into its power cord and into the outlet. "Why can't my landlord do that" wondered Fianna as he headed out the door.

A shadowy figure watched a green form enter through the side door. In one paw he had a rope. Attached to the end was a struggling form encased in 2 inches of duct tape. In his other he had a remote.
He pushed a button and the place lit up. He swallowed the piece of genuine Tygra jerky he was chewing on and jumped silently to the floor.

ThunderWolf stepped out of the shadows to confront Fianna.
"I should have know it was you", growled the K-9. "Where is my poodle?"
ThunderWolf grinned but said nothing. He simply held up the struggling mass of duct tape.
"Ho..How did you get in and dognap her without harm or me hearing", asked the perplexed nincompoop.
"I came in though your computer.. Top secret new technology", smirked the saberlion.
"What do you want", asked Fianna who was sure his dog was history.
"This", replied TW as he pushed a button on the remote he was holding.

Fianna found himself in Thuder Mall, surrounded by thousands of people. To his horror he was wearing a dress and high heels. Every one was pointing and laughing at him. Things went from bad to worse when a big hairy male wrestler in pink tights came up and put him in a headlock.
"Let me go ugh", protested the caninoid.
"Urf" replied his captor.
A sudden realization came to him... this was his dog who had him in a headlock.