Soapy Chicken | A Jenna's Dogs Fanfic

Chapter Nine

Jessica opened a door that led to a dark, bad-smelling alleyway. She held it open for Kermit, Peach, and Marbles. The dogs walked out. They looked back at Jessica. The dogs saw Jessica was looking back at them. The three dogs wagged their tail, but Kermit just had to start crying again like a bitch.

"Thank you for all of the help, Jessica Messica!" Peach barked happily to her.

"Yeah, whatever, sure," Marbles muttered.

"We don't know what we could do without you," Kermit told Jessica.

"It was my pleasure helping you all. Hopefully someone will find out what is going on and get back all the chicken and Irish Spring," Jessica replied.

"Me too," Kermit cried.

"Well, I should probably get back to my job before someone calls in as me being sick again," Jessica sighed.

Jessica slammed the door, letting the three dogs go. Kermit was ready to get home, adding the chicken and Irish Spring soap to just stock for now. He didn't want to use it all up for the time being. He wanted to save it until he finds more of chicken and Irish Spring in the future.

Who knows? Jenna and Julien may be better at finding this, Kermit thought.

Kermit, Peach, and Marbles walked through the long alleyway. It was dark. As in, REALLY dark for Kermit. From what he could smell, it also had the scent of shit and dying hookers in the alleyway. Kermit wanted to find out how this alleyway could smell like this, but he didn't want to bother with that. He just wanted to get out of this really fishy alleyway.

"Hey, you! You three! Stop!"

The three dogs froze. Kermit kept on crying. From the shadows, a group of people surrounded them. They were trap. As people circled around them, a certain person stepped in front of the three of them. Kermit could see that the person had a large knife in right hand. In his left hand, he held a long black stick. The end that was facing the dogs was intensely flashing a cyan color at them.

The person lowered his hood, showing myself to be the one from the photo Jessica gave them. The three dogs gasped, but Marbles kind of gave a really poor excuse for one. The person got closer slowly along with the others who were surrounding them.

"We know you have chicken and Irish Spring on you. There's no lying your way out of this," the person told the aggressively.

"What do you want? And who are you?" Peach shrieked.

"And why do you want all of the chicken and Irish Spring to yourself?" Kermit added, wanting the more important question.

"That's none of your business! Now, give us your chicken and soap," he yelled angrily, pointing the gun closer to the dogs.

Marbles leaned closer to Kermit. "Just give them what they want. They're going to kill us if you don't," he quietly whispered to him.

"No!" Kermit shouted despite Marbles's wishes. He didn't want to give them up. He was so far already. Kermit didn't want to go back.

"You left us no choice," the person sighed.

Before the person could do anything, Peach leapt forward, biting his leg. He dropped his gun and stick, yelling out in pain. People stepped in, but the three dogs attacked anyone that got close enough. Kermit, Marbles, and Peach may have been outmatched, but they did whatever they could to escape.

It was no use though. The three were cornered behind a wall. People started to surround them. It seemed as if the number of them multiplied drastically. In a blink of an eye, the person who was in the photograph ran at them, putting a bag over them. As soon as they fell in, the person tied the bag up with all the force he had in him.