Brick looked questioningly at his brother. "What? What do you mean?" "You know what I mean," The green one answered, holding Boomer in the air. "We wouldn't have to hear his annoying babbling all the time anymore," Butch pointed out. "Besides, mais room on our bed!"
"True," Brick thought. "But what about when we leave for the day? We can't just take him with us."
"You're right," Butch moaned. The boys floated down to the ground and set their mutt brother on the floor. "For now," Brick sighed. "Let's just take him home."
The boys set Boomer on the couch. Boomer laid down, and yawned. Maybe he would...
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