"Don't break that, we're gonna get in trouble!" Oscar whines, frowning as Otto grabs up his slingshot. "Cmon, they'll know it me, that's my slingshot, fella!"

"Don't be a baby, Oscar! Shit-" Otto shoots one rock at the window of the nice two story house. "Not like anybody lives here or nothin'." He shoots another one, and a pane shatters.

"Damn, I got good aim." Otto rubs at his dark, dusty with a grin. Suddenly, a barking dog gets their attention. "Shit, Oscar!"

"Ah- run!" Oscar yells, but as the pair bolt for the fence, the hound bites the back of Oscar's overall and drags him back. "Oscar, help me!"

His rough and tough friend panics, trying to grab a stick. "Let go, mutt! Damn it, get off my friend!" he tries to produce the hound, but it drags Oscar back a bit, away from Otto. Another sound catches their ears.