Charlton and the puppies arrive at the Rimet Cup Exhibition.
It's supposed to be a happy family gathering. Everyone thinks so.
Except Pickles.
Wendy: Woof woof!
Pickles: Woof, woof woof. <Thank you for comforting me, Wendy. But I'm afraid that I'm not impressed by this pink and green frisbee.>
Wendy: Woof woof!
Pickles: Woof woof. <You don't seem to understand the core problem.>
Pickles glances at Charlton, who is busy at the ticket office.
Pickles: Woof woof, woof. <His leadership style is not democratic, and he never understands what we are thinking.>
Pickles: Woof ... woof woof. <He drags us out from our books and puppy land ... just for this football exhibition.>
Wendy: Woof! Woof!
The little bulldog keeps pushing Pickles, hinting that he should move forward.
Pickles: Woof ... woof! <No, Wendy, it's not the time for playing ...>
Wendy: Woof! Woof!
More puppies come from around Charlton and surround Pickles. He is always the most popular pup.
Alice: Woof!
Nelson: Woof woof woof!
Pickles: Woof, woof woof. <Charlton invited you too? You are also interested in football?>
The puppies nod together.
Pickles: ...
Pickles: Woof … <Maybe my judgment was too harsh ...>
Pickles: Woof … <However ...>
Pickles is about to say something more, while Charlton's indignant grumbling interrupts it.
Charlton: It says clearly on the leaflet, "We welcome everyone who loves football"!
Security Guard: Yes, mister.
Charlton: Then you should let us in!!
Charlton: Me, Wendy, Alice, Nelson, and little Pickles. We all love football!
Security Guard: I'm sorry, but no pets are allowed in here.
Security Guard: We provide "pet-keeping services" with professional police dog guarding.
The security guard points to the huge cage next to him. There are various mini-footballs and puppy toys.
A dark police dog slouches in the doorway.
Charlton: Ugh ...
Charlton hesitantly picks up one of the lemon-yellow balls and squeezes it hard.
Wendy: Woof woof!
Nelson: Woof woof!
The little bulldog jumps up and takes the ball out of Charlton's hand, rushing to its new playground. Other puppies follow closely behind.
Toys are toys, delightful toys. Obviously, no one really cares as much about the size and colour of the football as humans do.
Charlton: Oh! Don't bump your head, Wendy!
Charlton: Looks like we'll all have a good place to go.
Charlton: Have a great time in the puppy land!
Charlton waves his hands firmly, then turns and disappears into the visitors.
Wendy: Wooooof! Woof!
Alice: Woof!
Pickles: Woof woof, woof woof. <This is a cage, my friends. Shameful discrimination.>
Alice: Woooof?
Nelson: Woof woof!
Pickles: Woof woof. <No matter how many toys are here, discrimination is discrimination.>
The security dog lying in the doorway pats Pickles on the shoulder.
Police Dog: Woof!
Pickles: Woof, woof woof. <I refuse. You should be on our side instead of defending human's atrocities.>
Police Dog: Woof woof ...
Pickles: Woof woof woof, woof? <Even it's dangerous inside, they should not deprive us of our right to get in ... Wait, you said dangerous inside?>
Police Dog: Woof woof!
The security dog nods its head seriously.
Wendy: Woof woof!
Alice: Woof.
Pickles: Woof, woof woof. <Okay, I smell funny things too ... Like burnt metal ... or a pile of saltpeter ...>
Police Dog: Woof woof woof, woof ...
Pickles: Woof, woof woof … <Tremendous noises and sound of gears rotating come from the hall ... Have you reported this?>
Police Dog: Woof woof woof, woof!
Pickles: Woof, woof woof … <All your colleagues who got around that person in charge were driven out ... You are the only one left ...>
Alice: Woof?!
Nelson: Woof woof!
The puppies listen carefully and discuss with each other.
Pickles: Woof ... Woof … <This does match the features of the conspiracy theories I read from the human's books ... They often have all kinds of conspiracies.>
Pickles: Woof ... Woof … <There might be a huge crisis in this abnormal, no-dog-allowed exhibition ...>
Police Dog: Woof!
Something suddenly pops into Pickles's mind. He turns around to look at the line at the door slowly pushing its way into the exhibition hall.
Charlton is no longer among them.
Police Dog: Woof woof!
Pickles: Woof woof ... woof. <There should be a way to sneak in through the back door. Thank you for telling me. I'm leaving now.>
Pickles shows his excellence as a border collie.
He dodges all the thorns and fences with aplomb, just like a real hero.
Pickles: Woof ... woof woof. <Phew ... This backdoor seems to have been abandoned for a long time.>
Pickles: Woof. <I hope I didn't waste too much time.>
Pickles: Woof woof, woof …
Pickles's eyes fall on a small hole in the fence.
Pickles: Woof.
It's common knowledge that apples fall from trees occasionally.
APPLe: Lovely to see you again, puppy with blue eyes.
Pickles: Woof? <Mr. APPLe? Why are you here?>
APPLe: This APPLe has accepted a commission from Captain to investigate the venue.
Pickles: Woof ... woof woof! <You are aware of the crisis in this hall as well? So my perception is right!>
APPLe: Oh, right ...
APPLe: Since last time we met, this APPLe has been contemplating how to communicate with you.
APPLe: So, here it is.
APPLe: A simple translator—“Doggie.”
APPLe: It's still under testing, so the functions are not complete. Sometimes it just stops working.
APPLe: Also, it might somehow misunderstand dog language.
APPLe hands the translator to Pickles. After a brief hesitation, Pickles takes it.
Pickles: Woof woof ... woof. <Although I have no intention to frequently communicate with humans ... Thank you, Mr. APPLe.>
"Doggie": The puppy expresses his gratitude.
APPLe: It's my pleasure.
APPLe: It's a pity that this APPLe doesn't have adequate time to test it.
APPLe: You'd better leave as soon as possible. Those violent security robots may show up at any time.
Pickles: Woof. <I can't.>
"Doggie": The puppy expresses his denial.
APPLe: Hmm?
Pickles: Woof woof … <Charlton ... Charlton is still there ...>
Pickles: Woof … <He may not be a good master ... with a great deal of his bad habits ...>
Pickles: Woof woof … <But I can't set the dangers he may come into aside.>
Pickles: Woof woof woof woof … <Wendy and the other puppies will be devastated ... They can't be without Charlton ...>
"Doggie": There is something very important for the puppy inside.
Pickles: ...
Pickles: …
The puppy falls silent.
APPLe: Oh, I see. Fair enough.
APPLe: Let's head forward. In the face of danger, this APPLe will do his utmost to assist.
APPLe lands on Pickles's back. They are both ready to go.
After a short assist, Pickles makes a perfect arc through the air and easily goes through the broken security fence.
APPLe: Whoaa!
Pickles: Woof woof … <Thank you for the translator, Mr. APPLe.>
