A young reporter with a weird tuft, an ex 'High Class' lady, who dresses up like a boy, and a white fox terrier are going on the craziest adventures the world can give them.
(Based on the old CARTOON, the stories take place after the Secret of the U...
After a few hours on the train, Tintin, Snowy and I have finally reached Red Dog City.
We got off the train and I immediately knew we've got a problem.
"Do you feel naked too or is it just me?" I asked Tintin as I watched all the cowboys around us, and watched US too.
"Mmm, I guess we do stick out like a sore thumb, don't we?" He asked with a little smile as we passed a bar full of people grinning at our unusual clothes.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm used to those stares, but I don't think our ''specialty'' will do us any favor in finding Smiles." I told him as I looked around at the horses.
"Well, let's got take care of that." Tintin said as he pointed at a clothing shop.
Tintin POV:
I smiled as I got out of the shop and walked towards Snowy, who was napping while waiting for Malory and I to return.
He woke up and looked up at me.
"So, what do you think?" I asked.
He barked and wiggled his tail.
"Tintin, you look great!" Malory's voice came from behind me, making me turn around and freeze in shock while blushing a little at her new looks.
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"So, how do I look?" She asked and slowly made a spin for me to see.
I gulped.
"Amazing..." Was all I managed to say, making her smile.
"Thanks, you're too kind sometimes. So what's next on the list?" She asked, making me snap out of my daze.
"Transportation." I said, clearing my throat a little in embarrassment before starting to walk forward.
"Um Tintin, the stables are in that way." She said and pointed towards the other direction.
"Oh right!" I said and started to walk again with her.
Malory POV:
"Sure! I have horses you can use for a few days." The owner of the stables told Tintin as I patted one of the horses behind the fence.
"Uh... I got just the one for you. Her name is Beatrice." He said as he and Tintin walked into the stable.
"Hello Beatrice." Tintin greeted and I was about to ask if I could take one of the horses behind the fence when suddenly Tintin and the owner flew out of the stable with 'Oof!'.
The horses and I watched as they landed in the water trough.
"Are you alright?" I asked, torn between either be worried or laugh.
"Uh... I don't think Beatrice likes me very much... Have you got any other horses?" Tintin asked and this time I giggled.
