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"Dog's Day Out"

The sun, the sand, the ocean. Three things that Exile was still unaccustomed to, even after being with the Road Rovers for several years now. Where dog years were concerned, he probably would have been an old man without the side effects from their Master's experiments. He ran his thumbs through the waistband of his purple and white-striped swimming trunks and gave a deep breath, almost coughing on the humidity blowing in from the water. He had a pair of sunglasses on but it didn't hide out all of the bright sunlight and as he found his way to an adirondack chair and collapsed down into it, he jumped as the heat from the wooden construction radiated against his blue fur.

"I still do not know why you insisted on us going to the beach?" He said. "It is a very hot day." Blitz loomed over him, wearing little more than a pair of red speedos as he let about every other muscle on his body hang out. He was definitely a sight to see in this form, and Exile couldn't help but look at him twice. The doberman snickered and looked toward the water.

"Because it's the perfect day for us to get our beach bodies on." He said. "Come on. We've been waiting for a vacation for a while, I figured you'd like the time out."

"Hmmph... I suppose so. I am just not used to the beach. In Russia, beaches are very different and much...much colder. But why do you ask me? You could have asked Hunter..."

"He's off on some mission to Iowa or something..." Blitz said. "Visiting his family I think?"

"Or Shag..." Blitz stared at him for a moment and Exile nodded. "Point taken... but what about Colleen? I thought she was staying in for her time off..."

"Colleen who?" Blitz pondered.

Exile's eyebrows poked up, then he realized. "Ohhh! Haha... you are making joke... Colleen always pretends to forget who you are, so you are doing it to spite her."

"Exactly. Impressed, no?" Blitz crossed his arms in a show of bravado.

"Then...shouldn't you be doing this to her face?"

Blitz frowned and shook his head. "I just wanted to get out of the headquarters. Don't you ever feel... I don't know... confined there? I wanted to take advantage of our vacations. Do you not feel the same?"

"Blitz..." Exile sighed and slumped in his chair. "The day is just too hot to think about such things."

"We can go for a swim?" Blitz suggested.

"Maybe... later." Exile said.

"How about a milkshake then? Or an ice cream cone?" Blitz asked.

"Hmm..." Exile's fingers found his sunglasses and lifted them up, his icy blue eyes looking at the doberman. "Well, I could go with one of those icy...slush things." He said. "Cherry?"

Blitz's expression seemed to leap for joy as he practically bounced off his feet. "Oh, joy! I'm glad you said something... I will go right away and get you a snow cone then! A snow cone for my buddy Exile!" And with that, he was gone almost as fast as Hunter.

"Huh." Exile mused. "What was that all about?" He asked himself before lounging back in his chair. "After all these years; he's still a weird boy." He said with a chuckle.

Blitz rushed across the hot sands, that squished flat under his feet, pouring what felt like magma over his toes as he made his way toward the distant food stands. The vision of a hotdog and an ice cream cone printed out on the wooden banner on top of the stand only made him salivate more. Standing behind an older-overweight human, he moaned in complaint as she completed an order that included a variety of items from hamburgers, to short ribs to ice cream and he was very impatient by the time she moved away to pick up her order.

"How can I---" The man behind the counter looked up at Blitz, his eyes growing wide at the anthropomorphic dog in a speedo standing before him. "...help you?" He finished in a weakened, squeaky voice.

"Yes. Yes. I need one Cherry-flavored snow cone..." He pondered, seemingly unaware of the human's staring. "And... do you have peppermint milkshakes?"

The man gagged a bit at the idea and recoiled some. "Uhm... no, that sounds... disgusting actually." He said.

"What, you against peppermint?" Blitz asked. "Do you want to take this outside? Because I can bite that tiny tushy of yours into oblivion, you know!"

"N-no--no sir..." The human muttered. "But we--we do have Chocolate, Vanilla, Strawberry and Peanut Butter Blast."

"Yuck. What is it with you humans and peanut butter?"

The human raised an eyebrow. "I thought all dogs liked peanut butter."

"And I thought all humans liked peppermint." Blitz scoffed. "Well give me the largest chocolate milkshake you have then. And make it snappy, I've got a friend waiting."

After paying and grabbing his items, Blitz made his way back more casually toward the husky near the water. He'd managed to suck down nearly half of his shake and began to moan in pain as he handed Exile his snack.

"What is it? What is with the moaning?" Exile asked.

"The bane of my addiction to milkshakes..." Blitz whimpered. "Ice cream headache!"

Exile pressed the miniature straw between his lips and began to suck the cherry flavoring through it. "Oh, I've heard of this..." He said. "It's never been a problem for me though. Thank you for the treat."

Blitz nodded and seated himself on the towel he had laid out beside the adirondack. "No problem."

"You know... I've always admired you, Blitz." Exile said. "You've got such optimism, such...I wouldn't say innocence, but you have a certain---nature about you I enjoy."

Blitz chuckled. "But I am still your weird boy?"

"Huh?"

Blitz canted and shook his head. "I am still the weird boy?"

Exile chuckled and lowered his sunglasses. "The weirdest boy ever." He said. "Now, how about we go for that swim?"

If Blitz had a long tail, it would have come to life, wagging wildly at the prospect. "Really? You want to go swimming?" He asked.

"Sure, why not? I can wash the salty smell out of my fur later. Besides you sounded like you really wanted to go for a swim."

"Sure! Let's go!" Blitz bounded in joy and helped to pull Exile out of his chair.

Blitz grabbed an inflatable beach ball and as they ran, he did his best to blow it up with his powerful lungs, only making it about halfway filled before his feet hit the water and sent him sailing into it with a mighty splash. Exile cracked a laugh as Blitz's backside disappeared below the waves and he was still cackling when Blitz came back up, shaking his head off and smiling sheepishly at the husky. Exile then dove in his body swooping with ease between the doberman's legs as he snagged the ball and quickly blew it up. "Hey! That's mine!" Blitz exclaimed.

"You get your own." Exile teased as his eyes flashed a bright blue and a beam fired from them, encircling the doberman in ice around his waist.