K-9 Gets the Bad Guys, Girl and Her Goodies


By NinjaStarr | | 12:00 pm | 0 Comments

George and Randy return from their search with no luck. Then Randy rallies the entire family to search every inch of the resort for the dogs. “It’s Christmas and family members are missing,” he says. He’s going to search the woods for Bella, but couldn’t make it to a mailbox to send his wife an apology letter.

Bella and Zeus spot London riding on a sleigh with her Chihuahua. She’s got no back-up dancer soon-to-be husband, no back-biting friends, no entourage. What kind of a celeb is she? Zeus and Bella hitch a ride after promising to explain to the Chihuahua how it is that Bella came to be wearing her owner’s necklace. Ted and Stewey decide to take a short cut to the village. The family is headed that way also. Bella and Zeus hop off the sleigh close to the village, ditch London the poser and soon find the thieves hot on their trail again. The dogs run into a tower of gifts, the commotion attracts the family and security. They straighten out the confusion with the necklace. Ted and Stewey are back on their way to the meat-packing district, ie, jail. In my head, Notorious B.I.G.’s “Me and My Bitch” play in the background while Zeus and Bella walk off.

On Christmas morning the whole gang makes a beeline for the Christmas tree to open presents. The kids get toys. Zeus gets bones. And Randy gets a surprise visit from his daughters and wife who doesn’t want to give up on their marriage. George admits he read Dottie lines from Randy’s apology letter. Randy gives George a smooch. Bella tells Zeus that “he’s the best present a girl could ever ask for.” Better than a gazillion-carat necklace? Zeus must’ve thrown her a pretty big boner Christmas Eve night.

Zeus_Bella_11-29-10“Cause I’m bluffin’ with my muffin. No he can’t ready my p-p-p-poker face.”

A sharp-witted writer by day and belly dancer by night, NinjaStarr is still trying to create a life in the drab political city she grew up in and returned to after living in New York for 10 years. Although she desperately misses the mariachi bands, homeless masturbators  and pregnant women slugging it out on the two train from Brooklyn to Manhattan, she’s thrilled to be close to her family again. Her parents' home is the only place she can shamelessly borrow ramen noodles and watch the pink-haired lady on the Trinity Broadcast Network (TBN) without being judged--especially since she's only looking for laughs, not spiritual guidance. She's pretty sure that blunt force trauma to the forehead from a TBN star is more likely to cause a concussion than a healing.

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