HT One-shot Compilation #2

Werewolf Advertisement

[Wayne takes the werewolf pups to be actors for an advertisement, but it ends up being a disaster instead.]

The werewolf pups watched an ad on TV. In the ad, werewolf pups were jumping and flying towards a pyramid made of dog food boxes.

"Wolf-Pack, the heavenly dog food," said the ad.

Windy gasped and put her paws on the TV.

"I don't understand; how can Willie, Wanye, and Sunny be inside the TV but here simultaneously?" asked Windy.

"They're not inside the TV! It's called a commercial Windy," grumbled Winnie.

"What's a commercial?" asked Windy.

"A commercial or advertisement or ad or whatever you call it is a promotion of something," said Willie.

"Your kids must be happy about their advertisement, Wayne," said Walter, smiling.

"Yeah, but I won't forget what happened that crazy day," whimpered Wayne, placing his paw on his head. "My head and tail still hurt from it." 

"At the advertising place, they put you on camera," said Wanye.

A few days ago

Daddy was happy because we'd never been on television before.

Wayne eagerly pushed Sunny in a stroller as Wanye and Willie followed him. The werewolf pups wore identical onesies as they entered the studio.

"Ah, Mr. Werewolf! You're finally here with our little stars of the show!" chuckled a werewolf named Walachia. "I'll be your co-director."

Walachia and Wayne walked up to women sitting in director-like chairs.

"These are the advertisement executives. Mrs. Walton. Mrs. Crushev and Mrs. Mitrovic," stated Walachia.

"Good evening!" greeted Wayne.

"They're advertising executives. I'm afraid they won't listen to you because they work and calls overwhelm them," whimpered Walachia.

A group of people suddenly came inside.

"And I said, 'You got money, don't ya?'" laughed a werewolf named Winter.

The werewolf pups looked at Winter curiously.

"Who's that werewolf lady?" asked Willie.

"I dunno, maybe she's a clown," said Wanye.

"Nah, I think she's more of a comedian."

"Uh, Winter, the werewolf puppies for the ad are here," said Walachia.

"Ah, thanks, Walla."

"My name's Walachia, I'm your brother's wife."

Winter looked at the werewolf pups.

"You three are late. Very unprofessional," growled Winter.

"Sorry. Sunny here had a large number two, and we ran out of diapers," chuckled Wayne nervously.

"Well, we'll be taking the pups from here," said Walachia, taking Sunny's stroller.

"You three be good for Daddy," said Wayne, kissing the werewolf pups on the head.