The eyes of the puppy shine indigo. He moves agilely and swiftly, avoiding all robots.
This time, Pickles really hopes his instinct doesn't work.
He rushes into the room at the end of the corridor.
The screens of the CCTV light up in blue. Every corner of the exhibition hall is shown in front of them.
APPLe: How do you find this place at a glance? Have you been here?
Pickles: Woof.
"Doggie": The puppy expresses his modesty.
Pickles: ...
APPLe notices the microphone on the table.
APPLe: The mission assigned by Captain progresses smoothly. We have a whole set of broadcasting equipment here.
APPLe: Hmm. Then we only need to install a corresponding frequency interference device. Captain Regulus can fully control all radio channels within the radius of 5km.
Pickles skims each screen quickly.
As Pickles stares, two sneaking figures open up the ceiling and quickly disappear in the duct.
Pickles: Woof … <It's really weird here ... I must find him right away ...>
Pickles: Woof woof! Woooof! <Oh! It's Charlton! I see him.>
Pickles: Woof woof.
Pickles: Woof woof. <I need to go now. Goodbye, Mr. APPLe.>
APPLe: Hmm?
The hall is the most crowded place, with visitors chatting loudly. The world here is so chaotic.
Iverson: Oh! Bloody hell!
Iverson: Who let this plushy monster in!
Iverson: Achoo!
Iverson: Now this whole place is contaminated by disgusting fur. Atishoo!
A furious man walks towards Pickles.
He keeps pressing the button again and again.
Pickles: Woof? <Is he talking to me?>
Pickles: Woof woof! Woof woof … <It's a mistake, sir. I'm here for ...>
Iverson: Robots! Where are my robots?
Iverson: Drive it out! Atishoo!
Security Robot: Command received.
The cold-blooded iron robot gets close to Pickles and shows him the threatening taser.
Pickles: Woof woof? <What are you doing?>
Pickles: Woof … <Alright, I'll try this, though I haven't mastered it ...>
Pickles: Woof. <Sorry, but I have to control your emotion without permission.>
Security Robot: He shines with a glorious halo. The indigo light on him overwhelms the robot, just like sharp swords.
Security Robot: Beep beep! Beep beep!
Security Robot: Alert, alert! Unknown energy detected!
Bang!
The robot suddenly stops. The meter number fluctuates as if it's affected by a mysterious force.
Pickles: Woof woof … <Phew ... So the energy of the robot is also a type of overactive emotion.>
Iverson: What's wrong? You broke down?
More and more robots are approaching.
Security Robot: Risk rating: ★★★★☆
Security Robot: Request support! Request support!
Iverson: Terrible plushy monster! It-It must be a terrorist! We must put it down right now!
Iverson: All of you! Drive it out. No, no, no. Put it down!
Pickles: Woof woof ... woof woof. <Anxiety is affecting your brain, which may lead to irreparable madness.>
Pickles: Woof woof, woof woof. <If you are not capable of restraining yourself, I may be of help.>
The chaos arouses the attention of more visitors, but Iverson doesn't seem to care about it.
Iverson: Achoo!
Iverson: DEFCON III!
Pickles: Woof ... woof … <No ... The situation here is more troublesome than I'd expected ...>
A man violently pushes his way through the crowd and stands next to Pickles.
Charlton: What are you doing?!
Charlton: Get away from my Pickles!
Iverson: It's you who brought it in.
Iverson: I now warn you! Your dog is a bloody, hazardous uncertainty, and we must put it down!
Charlton: What a humbug!
Charlton: He's not hazardous at all! Every one of our neighbours loves him! Let's go!
Iverson: Achoo!
Iverson: You don't have a voice here. You can't leave, either.
The alarming robots surround Charlton and Pickles.
Pickles: Woof … <Don't act in haste. These robots are dangerous ...>
Iverson: According to Item 5, Article 172 of the Guidance on Security, security companies have the right to directly deal with any dangerous items when on duty.
Iverson: I command you to hand me your dog!
Iverson: As compensation, we will buy you a more purebred and more friendly dog for helping us wipe out risks.
Iverson: Don't lose your mind to a pet dog. Atishoo!
Charlton: ...
Pickles: Woof woof. <I'm sorry. I assume I was the source of the tension here.>
Pickles: Woof … <You go first. I can take care of these ...>
Charlton rushes to Pickles, stretches out his arms, and angrily stares at the cold-blooded "iron monster" in front of him.
Charlton: What the hell are you talking about? He's my friend!
Charlton: You crazy bastard! Would you ever leave your friend alone?
Charlton: Oh, fine. Maybe you would. You cold-blooded prat! Dead from the neck up!
Pickles: Woof … <You have never been so emotional before ...>
Iverson: If you don't want to be put onto the World Cup audience blacklist, I kindly request you to stop what you are doing.
Charlton: ...
Charlton: Very well done. But I'll tell you what, you can't threaten me! I'm definitely not leaving Pickles alone!
Charlton: Go f**k your World Cup!
Iverson: Ha! What a fool.
He presses the red button.
Iverson: Catch them!
The security robots quickly react.
Charlton fearlessly runs to the robots like a brave matador in a red cape.
COMBAT
The security robots take back the sedative spray.
Iverson is very pleased with their performance.
Iverson: Finally ... Atishoo!
Iverson: Turn the ventilation system to the highest mode. I don't want any dog fur here! Other robots, go catch that dog!
Security Robot: Command confirmed.
Pickles sniffs Charlton, who is in a coma.
Pickles: Woof woof ... woof. <It's not safe to sleep here, my friend.>
The robots get closer and closer. Pickles notices the remote control in Iverson's hand.
Pickles: Woof, woof. <Violence is not a good choice. With a proper approach, those robots can work for us too.>
All the fans in the hall are switched on. They're spinning faster and faster.
Suddenly, there's a strange noise from the ceiling.
Diggers: Hey, hey! What's going on here?
Diggers: What have you done?
Melania: Not me. Th-The ventilation system suddenly started to work!
Diggers: This is the perfect plan you told me?
Diggers: We are going to be blown out!
Melania: Hey! Slow down!
Diggers: It's too late! Crash warning! Whoaaaaaa!
Iverson: Haahh!!
Melania: ...
Pickles: ...
Diggers: Um, hi!