Al blinked grumpily up at the two arguing above him. He wanted to sleep. If they wanted to argue, couldn't they leave him out of it? "Wha' do'ya want?" He muttered blearily.
Ed looked uncomfortable for a moment before replying, "We're leaving, Al. Lieutenant Hawkeye called; Hayate's been dognapped."
Al choked and sprung up from the bed. "What?" He demanded immediatly. "What happened?!"
"I'm not sure," Ed said slowly, angrily, "But we'll find out."
Al just stared at his brother in horror. How could anyone endanger such a cute, sweet little puppy? He must be so scared...
Al rushed to his nightstand and pulled out his wallet to get to a picture of the office personnel he kept there. He brought it back over and stared down at the tiny puppy's happy little face, cradled lovingly in his mommy's arms.
"I just don't believe it... That someone would be so cruel. And he's such a good dog." He turned teary eyes on his brother, "He''s like a mini-Den."