Last week, Spiny Norman and I faced seemingly certain doom as our fighter jet fell apart in the middle of a training exercise-turned-dogfight against Maverick and his sidekick Mark Greene. As we plummeted toward the ground, all hope seemed lost; but surely this cannot be the end for Dennis the Vizsla, can it?
It looked as if all hope was lost — I had finally run out of ideas and tricks and crackpot schemes to save us. As Maverick gloated, we plunged out of the sky, with nothing that could possibly save us.
Until, that is, my valiant brother Tucker picked up our pitiful cries with his hypersensitive hearing and, using his supersonic speed and maneuverability, raced to the scene!
With his incredible strength, Mighty Tuck caught our jet in mid-fall and delivered it safely to the ground. Maverick foolishly landed nearby and challenged Mighty Tuck to a fight, which ended quickly and exactly the way you would have expected.
Afterwards, Mighty Tuck was awarded Top Gun status for his incredible flying skills and ISO 9001 certification, not to mention for taking care of Maverick, who had been a thorn in everyone’s side for some years. And I was given an important position, too, one that was appreciated by all the pilots in the graduating class.
So everything worked out, thanks to Mighty Tuck, and no thanks to me — because I am Dennis the Vizsla, and I don’t know when to give up.