Part 5

Part 5

It would seem that I’m completely unable to write anything about The Red Basin at home, and must do it all at work. I guess I’m not nearly as bored when I’m at home as I am when I’m at work. Oh well, I’ve been on days off for the last two days, but I’m back at work, with nothing to do, you lucky reader. You get another installment of The Red Basin! Now here’s the challenge that I’m facing right now though. Should I continue on with the side-story concerning Princess? Or should I return to Noah and Emily on their way to get some tables at Donnie’s Discount Tablery? Oh the choices! Oh the Choices! OOOHHH THE CHOICESSS! I chose. I’m going to continue with Princess. She’s way more interesting, and has the cool crown and servants going on. So there you have it, an uninteresting introduction to the third story installment of The Red Basin. Lay off, I can’t be entertaining all friggin’ day long.


Chapter 2 (not Chapter 1C, which would be lame)


There was a rush of air and a loud grinding as the stone slabs crunched shut behind Princess, Darian and the Corgi Bros.. The four dogs made their way down the tunnel, their dog-vision making the nearly lightless passage seem bright and welcoming. They traveled in silence for a short while, walking quickly down the twisting tunnel as they made their way down into the depths of the Cold Storage building. After some time, the dogs noticed the tunnel growing brighter, as the approached some brilliant light source farther down the tunnel. After more walking, and around jut one more corner, the troupe passed out of the tunnel into the brilliant lit halls of The Four-Legged City.
The Four-Legged City was founded years ago by the dog Muzzle, and his five companions. These brave canines were revered by the nearly all of the one hundred thousand inhabitants of The Four-Legged City. Muzzles five companions included Rex the Redeemer, Cody the Everloving, Sergeant Ralph, Shiva Swiftrunner and Max the Deceiver. Tales of mystery surround Max The Deceiver, and he was generally considered responsible for The Great Dog Exile that took place hundreds of years ago, when he bit his human friend and then covered his tail with a veil of lies and secrecy. Nevertheless though, he was a founding member of The Four Legged City.
The city, buried deep beneath the human city, was amazingly designed, and consisted of six levels connected by sets of spiral ramps or staircases. All of these levels were open in the middle, giving the dogs on them a view of a marvelously sculpted fountain, depicting the Founding Six in the middle of the bottom level courtyard. The city had everything anyone could want. Market places, shops, recreation, parks, houses business sectors, the works! All these things could be found sprawling over their borders and meshing into the other levels of the grand city. The uppermost level was a courtyard filled with statues of previous rulers of the city and fountains of marble and gold surrounding a large opal coloured palace. Corgi’s armed in the finest canine steel patrolled this level, for it was only accessible to those of royal, counsel or military business. Princess looked up at the fountain in the bottom level courtyard.
“Too long have I been away, my brothers.” Princess sighed, watching some pups playing near the fountain, their mother keeping a close watch. Princess’s eyes lingered on them for a second, then she shook her head and sighed again.
“Your people need you right now, milady. Dark times are coming, and you need to put their minds at ease. Rumors that The Red Basin [well, there it is, the first mention of The Red Basin. Bet you didn’t’ think it would even get added this entry, did you?” has been found have found their way to the townsfolk, and there is much fearful talk in the streets.” Darian spoke the words quietly, not wishing any of the nearby dogs to hear him mention such talk.
“I know, my general. I must speak with the counsel, forthwith.” Princess stiffened her posture and began the journey up to the top level of the city. As she passed the townsfolk, they all looked to her with quiet, frightened faces. How much Princess wished she could tell them that the rumors they had heard were false! But she was a queen, and to spread false hope wasn’t her duty. It was to keep her people safe from danger, and this is exactly what she meant to do. After their short path up to the palace was nearing its end, the four noticed that they had a fairly large crowd following close behind them, all shaky and wide eyed dogs, watching their queen with great interest. Princess turned and addressed them as she got to the palace gates.
“You are all to return to your lives. If there is a need for it, I will call a grand meeting and inform you of what must be done. Now, go back to your homes or businesses! Go on now! Go home!” The dogs slowly filtered back down to their homes, but Princess had done nothing to alleviate their fears. The gates were opened up by a pair of burly mastiffs, both dressed in the royal guard uniforms, and Princess, followed closely by the Corgi Bros. walked up the long courtyard to the palace doors. Darian nodded to the mastiffs and shouted to Princess’ back to her.
“Milady! I shall return before the morning to bring what news I may find!” He then lowered his posture and darted off into the streets, searching for some kind of relief to his peoples worries. The palace gates swung open and three finely dressed dogs; a poodle, greyhound and an elderly corgi scurried down the palace steps to meet Princess flanked by two vicious looking bulldogs.
“Your majesty!” squeaked the poodle “you have been gone longer than expected! We have grave news!”
“We shall discuss it in the war room, Percy, this is not the place.” She then looked at the greyhound and corgi and said “Gwen, General Stein” to the two respectively. “Call the other counsel members to the war room, and have the workers bring up plenty of dishes of water. This will be a long meeting.”

Noah stumbled down the rusting stairs toward toe door of the building. He was covered with sweat, and his arms ached from having to carry The G Bomb down all the way from the fifth story.
“Dammit The G Bomb, why do I always have to carry you up and down stairs? You have rocket feet!” Noah pouted as they reached the bottom of their journey down. As if in silent response, The G Bomb briefly activated his rocket feet, scorching the front of Noah’s shirt and causing him to shout out in surprise and pain. He dropped The G Bomb who landed with a loud clunk on his side. His eye plate lit up and his raspy, mechanical voice belched out
“The infidel will return me to upright!”. Emily giggled at Noah as she passed him and went through the big metal door to the street outside.
“This is the last time I’m picking you up, The G Bomb!” Noah groaned as he set the robot back onto its tracks. He then followed Emily out the door, but just as it was closing, he turned to see The G Bomb sitting at the exit, unmoving. “What now?” Noah asked.
“This doorway has a lip. I require immediate extraction.” Noah sighed and tugged The G Bomb out of the building, where It hummed off in front of him after Emily.
“Stupid robot, make me look like an idiot.” Noah closed the building door and headed off to catch up. He hadn’t gone more than a few steps when he heard Emily shout out.
“Princess! Where’s Princess?” Noah scurried around the corner to see Emily standing over the shattered window her car. There was blood and broken glass scattered everywhere. “Princess! Where are you?” Emily cried out, not really expecting an answer. Noah put his hand on Emily’s shoulder and said “It was probably quick and painless, or at least quick.” Emily swatted his hand off her shoulder and sobbed into her hands. “The G Bomb, Can you do a DNA scan on the blood to see if it‘s Princess’?” Emily sputtered.
“No.” The G Bomb retorted.
“Oh, ok.” Emily said. “I didn’t really think you would.” Noah put his hands in his pockets and looked at the car. What a mess. After a minute or so, Noah said
“Emily, we have a job to do. Princess wouldn’t have wanted us to be late, just on her account. She was a good annoying little dog, as far as annoying little dogs go, and I’m sure that she’s in a better place.” Noah got Emily on her feet, who then rubbed her eyes and straightened her posture and, sniffling, but not crying, said
“You’re right, Noah, although speeches about being late are kind of useless coming from you.” She went around to the driver seat and opened the door. “Let’s go.” Noah opened the back passenger door for The G Bomb, who made no move to get in. Noah sighed, and heaved the small robot into the back seat, bumping his head rather hard in the process. Rubbing his sore noggin, Noah sat down on the broken glass and blood in the passenger seat, and the three were off, on their daring mission to liberate tables from Donnie’s Discount Tablery!


Snap. That was a long entry. Not the best as far as writing goes, but it has a lot of story crammed into it. Be sure that the Founding Six will come into play, as well as The G Bomb. Who is getting pretty funny, I might add. Oh, and by the way, I do apologize for the lack of hilarious material in this one. This chapter is taking a bit of a serious turn, but more assurances from me, the next one will be a blast, with great new characters, hilarious circumstances, and maybe some martial arts battle sequences! But not likely! Anyways! Go away!