#grumpy puppy

i have a profound sadness in me and I just want to feel like a silly little dog

yesterday i fucking learned that apparently bob boyle made a nickelodeon pilot with jack thomas called "grumpy puppy"

this short is so fucking cool to me because it looks exactly like wubbzy or yin yang yo but its animated like the fairly oddparents (i believe guy moon composed the music here as well)

THEY EVEN HAVE BIRDY BIRDS!!!! THIS IS INSANE WTFFF????? AUHSDFJHASKFHD

the short can be watched here!

“We have too many trees,” Cullen growled, backhanding the sweat off his brow. The leather of his work gloves left a sticky trail across the sun-kissed skin and he blinked at the work piling up around them. Literally.

A damn chuckle broke from behind the old walnut tree, Delrin scraping the rake through the yellowing grass. He already had a good-sized pile of autumnal foliage crackling under the rake’s fingers. Each pass was only adding more.

“What do you intend to do about it?” Delrin asked, pausing in his own work to try and clean up the garden. He lifted the hem of his white t-shirt up to dab the sweat percolating off of his recently shaved head. How that man wasn’t cold in such a light outfit was beyond Cullen. First sign of a fallen leaf, he broke out his flannel and wasn’t dressing in anything else until May flowers.

“Chop a few down,” he said, lifting his head to gaze at the miniature forest that cropped up behind them. It was a wonder any grass grew at all for the leaf canopy blocking the sun.

Delrin smashed his arms around his latest leaf mass and walked it over to the master pile. It was nearly as tall as a ten-year-old child. “You know she’ll just plant more,” he chided Cullen as if his deforestation plans were real.

“I know,” he sighed, taking in a purifying breath. The sticky tar scents of summer faded at last. Only the woodsy scent of tree bark, crumpled leaves, and the occasional bonfire churning out smoke drifted through the air. It was the perfect time of year…if one ignored all the yard-work.

Cullen moved to raise back up his rake when they both heard Serena shout, “No!” clear as day. The men moved to action, fearing she was in trouble, but she was the one who came bounding to them. She was bent over as if trying to chase something that their eye could hardly follow.

Zipping faster than a fly, it streaked over the grass and towards them. Serena looked up, seemed to come to some conclusion, and shouted, “Look out!”

At that moment their master leaf pile they’d been growing all afternoon exploded. Dead foliage bounded into Cullen’s hair and mouth, his filthy gloves struggling to wipe him clean.

“What the…?” he began, fearing the leaf pile itself became cursed, when two tiny paws, a little black nose, and the biggest, happiest brown eyes he’d ever seen stuck halfway out.

“It’s a puppy!” Delrin exclaimed, dropping to a knee to scratch along the unexpected dog’s chin. It promptly rolled onto its back, inviting Delrin to give a good itch to her belly. The back leg began to go, inviting Cullen to join in. But he had another issue to solve.

“Serena…” he turned to the woman racing up to them, “do you know whose dog this is?”

“Um, yes,” she bounced on her feet — never a good sign — and bit her lip. “Ours.”

“Ours?”

“We get a dog?” Delrin cried in excitement. The pup was already washing his face clean in kisses, the grown man rolling around on the ground with her.

“Wait a second,” Cullen began.

“Before you get all huffy, she was all alone and I couldn’t just leave her there. She needs a home. What’s wrong with expanding the family a bit?”