Pickles: Woof ... Woof woof! <Wait, there must be some misunderstandings!>
Pickles: Woof ... woof! <Calm down, my friends.>
Wendy: Woof woof!
Pickles: Woof woof ... woof woof! <Oh, please don't touch my tail ... Glasses either!>
Police Dog: Woof woof woof!
Pickles: Woof woof … <Well, indeed, victory for puppies ...>
Pickles: Woof woof woof.
Pickles: Woof woof woof woof! <Hey ... Mutual, mutual understanding!>
Pickles's struggling and crying for help are swallowed by the festive realm. The hero puppy is surrounded by the excited crowd.
Together with the Rimet Cup.
Charlton: ...
Charlton wakes up at this very moment. He awkwardly but happily accepts everything.
Journalist: Hello, sir. Are you the owner of this hero puppy?
Charlton: Not exactly. I'm his friend, best friend.
Journalist: Um ... Would you mind telling us how you raised such a brilliant dog?
Journalist: I guess people will care about the puppy's daily life after the article's published.
Charlton: Well, I often enjoy the symphony with him. Sometimes we'll discuss profound philosophical issues together.
Charlton: Yes. We have quite an extensive collection of books at home, for example, Meditationes de Prima Philosophia, The Republic, Rhetoric to Alexander ...
Pickles: ...
Journalist: That's an informative first-hand material.
Journalist: Thanks for your cooperation, Mr. Owner.
Charlton: It's been a pleasure to be interviewed by you. Pickles, too.
Pickles: ...
Journalist: That's beautiful. We may have further and more detailed interviews that need your cooperation. A constant stream of interviews, film shoots, and friendly matches with the England national football team will follow.
Journalist: I'm sure the team would also like to thank the hero who guarded the cup in person.
Journalist: The puppy's heroic act may even be highly appealing to film investors.
Charlton: Really?!
Pickles: Woooof woooof. <Though I've foreseen all of this, it's still hard for me to accept the reality.>
Pickles: Woof … <Help ...>
People are not able to share happiness or divide sorrow, even if they stand in the same exhibition hall.
On the other side of the hall, someone else is crying.
Diggers: Wandering is my destiny.
Diggers: After an unprecedented and unexpected soap bubble surprise party ...
Diggers: None of them left anything improvised about Utopia!
Diggers: Not even one of them mentioning my contribution! All the people ignored a pioneer who created a new era!
Diggers: A monumental event was shamefully compared to a puppy!
Diggers: ...
Diggers: Ahh! Art is dead.
???: That's one of the stories I've come across, readers of UTTU.
???: It's dramatic—full of misunderstandings, lovely animals, and terrifying intrigues, again providing us with a ludicrous ending.
???: I'm glad to have the great honor to share this with you.
???: Wherever you are, whatever you've been ... I hope this story will bring you a moment of joy.
???: And I am also sincerely looking forward to ... your stories.
