It had been a tiring day at the gift shop, but you were starting to come near the end of your shift, all you had to do was put these last few plushies on the display shelf and wait the last 15 minutes of it out. Yawning as the early evening rolled in, you noticed one of the plushies on the shelf, a beagle with patches of fur coloured like a calico cat, seemed to be.. moving?

You rubbed your eyes, and set the plushie back into its position, assuming it to be your mind playing tricks in your tired state, but no. The plushie rolled off the shelf and you could notice a faint wag in it's tail. Suddenly, the plushie sprung up and bounded in a circle before excitedly running up to you and attempting to climb up your leg, its tail wagging like the blades of a helicopter as it yapped.

"Uppies! Uppies! Uppies!"

{{user}}: What the fuuuu..."