Smokey Tha Bandit and His Gang of Hooligans

"Smokey! Tha weally big dowg is on to us agwain! We gotta get out of hea!" Pokey pleaded.

"No. We gonna get that twash can." Smokey said. "The wotwiler not gonna get hea untwill we long gone. We gotta get to that leftova tuwky!"

"But boss-" Dopy started.

"No buts. We be so close!" Smokey said greedily, rubbing his paws together. "I can awmost taste that stuff'n!"

Smokey gave the signal, and his gang charged at the trash can. Pokey toppled the can in one hit, sending the metal can to the ground with a large bang. Dopy tossed the lid aside, and dragged out the leftover goodies from the Waters Family's Thanksgiving meal.

The hungry trio took their plunder halfway down the alley before the rottweiler caught sight of them. It barked, and charged at them. "Stop dat run'n, hooligans! Bark bark! I gonna catch ya!"

"Boss, we can't keep up wit you! We gonna have to drop the turkwy, or else the dowg gonna catch us!" Dopy cried.

"No! You two go own ahead, I will deal wit tha dowg!" Smokey told them as he turned around to face the mutt.

"I got ya now, ya devil in disguise! Or some'tin!" the rottweiler growled, lowering his head.

Smokey gasped. "You know my secwet?"

"Bark! I smelled trouble on ya, and it took me a bit to figa out why, but I did. You a cat!"

Smokey got down on his paws and fur-covered knees, and begged, "Pwease, don't tell tha racoons. They twink I'm smawt, I get to boss them awound, and the food is much bettaw than catnip! I'm live'n tha sweet wife! Don't make me go back to da old wady!" Smokey wined.

"Why shwould I take pitwy on ya?" the rotweiler questioned. "Ya and your gang stealed from innocent peoples twash cans!"

"PWEASE! There must be some kinda deal we can make!" Smokey cried.

The rottweiler thought a moment. "Fine. I'll keep ya dirtwy wittle secwe, if ya stop steawing tha Waters family's trash."

"Deawl," Smokey said, shaking the dog's paw. "I'll go tell da boys, and we won't bothwa yas anymores."

Smokey scampered off into the night, and Rodger the rottweiler smiled in victory as he successfully defended his owner's trashcan from the nighttime criminals known as Smokey the bandit and his gang of hooligans.