004 [video]
Feb. 9th, 2013 03:45 pm[Adding eight puppies to his team seemed like a good idea at the time, but Harry's reached the point where he's seriously questioning his own judgment. What was he thinking? Was he drunk? Why didn't anyone stop him?
—because Albert was performing emergency surgery on a bug, that's why.
The video feed clicks on, unbeknownst to Harry, to display the following: half a dozen yapping Poochyena pouncing on and around some unseen victim in the Justice Farm's backyard. After a moment, a hand appears from the blur of fur, grasping wildly at the air.]
Cut it—OW! HEY! No biting! Get off, damn it—
[Harry sits up. The dogs tumble in various directions around him, then regain their footing and pounce once more, and down he goes again.
The focus then shifts left to an extreme close-up of a Staravia's face. Whoever's holding the camera scoots back a little, at which point the bird casts a languid glance toward the lens and the bell around its neck jingles softly. Nothing seems to be bothering Waldo today. Not even the dogs. Not even the sudden bout of frightened yelping coming from a few feet away. Not even—]
Rosie! What the hell do you think you're doing? Give me that!
[And then the camera turns again, fast enough to dizzy anyone watching, just in time to catch a clear shot of Harry's knee. There's a bit of commotion—you try getting anything out of Rosie's paws—and the video feed abruptly ends.]
—because Albert was performing emergency surgery on a bug, that's why.
The video feed clicks on, unbeknownst to Harry, to display the following: half a dozen yapping Poochyena pouncing on and around some unseen victim in the Justice Farm's backyard. After a moment, a hand appears from the blur of fur, grasping wildly at the air.]
Cut it—OW! HEY! No biting! Get off, damn it—
[Harry sits up. The dogs tumble in various directions around him, then regain their footing and pounce once more, and down he goes again.
The focus then shifts left to an extreme close-up of a Staravia's face. Whoever's holding the camera scoots back a little, at which point the bird casts a languid glance toward the lens and the bell around its neck jingles softly. Nothing seems to be bothering Waldo today. Not even the dogs. Not even the sudden bout of frightened yelping coming from a few feet away. Not even—]
Rosie! What the hell do you think you're doing? Give me that!
[And then the camera turns again, fast enough to dizzy anyone watching, just in time to catch a clear shot of Harry's knee. There's a bit of commotion—you try getting anything out of Rosie's paws—and the video feed abruptly ends.]
