Walter: Houndy, why’s the table covered with scraps..
*Walks into the bedroom*
Walter: And why’s my pyjama pants not where I left em?
*Hound sitting in the sofa with Artur clad in a tiny pyjama shirt and hat*
Bloodhound: I haven’t the faintest hugmynd mitt Walter.
Walter: Ya sure about that, pup?
*Hides Artur behind their back*
Bloodhound: Ja, nothing is wrong.










