Hey Mom and Dad, it’s Fenny. So guess what? Alien invasion in Spencerville! No joke. But don’t worry, your brave bulldog rallied the gang and we fought the slimy goons off. Sent ’em packing right back to Mars or wherever. Long day. Fetching dinner now. Love, Fenway. P.S. Need more dollar cookies. Alien war is exhausting.

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Like any other day in Spencerville, I, Fenway, bulldog extraordinaire, was just trying to enjoy my dollar cookies and plan out my day – you know, the usual. Shopping at the Doggy Depot, lunch at Pooched Potatoes, and, if time permitted, a daredevil ascent to the Silver Siberian Summit. But life in pet paradise isn’t a walk in the park, especially when you’ve got a town to save.

Moronically, I downed my dollars cookies and glanced outside. The sight that greeted me would have sent my heart rate soaring if I wasn’t your typical unfazed bulldog. Alien pods descended onto Beagle Beach, extraterrestrial beings scurrying from them like ants, ready to disrupt the peace of our tranquil town.

“Mornin’ invaders,” I murmured, chewing in derision before sauntering out in my typical leader style.

Summoning my gang, we all faced the alien beings head-on. Fat Russell’s already sizeable eyes were larger saucers, Lil Dot’s song of the day ended in a shriek, and Biggie stopped mid-dance move. Sampson and Marley, the family warriors, stood shoulder to shoulder with me.

“All right guys, here’s the deal. We got aliens.” I gave them my patented, calm yet cheeky smirk.

“Wait! What?! Aliens? As in the green kind?” Spluttered Fat Russell, displaying his edgy eating contest persona that rarely saw daylight.

Ignoring Russell’s panicked outburst, I continued, “Yes, but hey, we didn’t let ear-cleaning, vets, and smelly bananas scare us, did we?”

Barkley, the sport lover, bounced his basketball in affirmation. Wrigley mumbled a “yep” around his pizza slice. Millie, the chicken-loving Spaniel, and the terriers, Lulu and Tanner, exchanged a determined glance.

“Right. Remember boys and girls, this is our town. It’s not just about our fun or the delicious Pup-Cakes or the latest outfits at The Barking Boutique. We got folks waiting to be reunited with us someday after they pass on. And it sure as hell won’t be to a planet overrun by space fungus.”

We all nodded. Yeah, there was no way we were going to let little green men ruin all the fun we have here in Spencerville. There’s too much living left to do.

Turning toward the invaders (who, disgustingly, now had their slimy hands on our scruffy red stuffed animals!), we raised a unified howl.

And just like that, our valiant pack of has-beens and whatnots fought valiantly to protect the one place we could call home, our Spencerville.

The End.

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