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Ah, morning. The pleasant time of the day when everything begins anew and starts to function… Funny how no one cares on the weekdays! It was the weekend baby, and every kid in Porkbelly was stirring!

Saturday morning cartoons were calling out to the brain of a certain spiky headed Johnny Test. The eleven-year-old sprinted into the living room with little regards for his slumbering family still tucked away in their beds. Flying across the carpet, Johnny worked up enough static electricity to power a small city. With the electricity crackling in his ears and blond hair frizzing to awesome proportions, Johnny looked around for his "zap victim" which just so happened to be a snoozing Dukey, sawing logs on his fluffy dog bed.

"(Zzzzz) Why, yes, Lassie, I'd love another bite of the world's biggest, dirt-covered hotdog while you scratch behind my ears… (Snore)," Dukey mumbled in his sleep, flopping around as he nibbled on his pillow.

There was a twinge of guilt Johnny felt when he saw how much fun his best friend's dream was, perhaps he should let the sleeping dog lie… Nah, why fight it?! Like any cold-hearted boy, Johnny extended his forefinger, reached down to Dukey's nice, wet nose, and…

"YEEEOW!" Dukey shrieked as 10,000 volts of pure satanic static electricity met his sensitive nose.

The tan-brown lab-mix flew off of his pillow and sailed across the room. The talking dog came to a rude stop when he flew out the living room's open bay window and into the family's rose bushes. Johnny was doubled over, laughing his head off as he walked to the window. The blond heard Dukey whimpering as he was probably aware of every single thorn in those bushes. Poking his head over the ledge of the window, Johnny saw his best friend peeling himself carefully out of the thorny shrubs.

"'Mornin' Dukey!" Johnny cheered, hands in the air.

Dukey looked up to see the beaming face of his best-human-companion. The mutt growled.

"Johnny! Ow! You puddin' brained, -Ow- goggled-eyed, -Ow- dope!" Dukey snarled, trying to gently get out of the rose bushes without too much blood-loss. "I should have known it was you! OW!"

Johnny shrugged, cocky smirk plastered onto his eleven-year-old face.

"Think of this as pay back Dukey… For, oh, I dunno… You remember last Monday morning? You woke me up in a similar fashion," he pointed out.

Dukey was three-quarters of the way out of the bushes and he was trying to get his ears untangled from the bushes' thorny vines.

"No WAY!" the dog returned. "What I did to you last Monday was nothing compared to THIS!!"

"I beg to differ Duke-ster," Johnny retorted eyes narrowed. "You shook up a bottle of soda, pulled off the top and stuck it under my blankets!"

Dukey suddenly laughed.

"Yeah, that was a good one," the dog giggled, pulling his foot out of the bush.

"I DIDN'T HAVE TIME TO SHOWER!" Johnny shouted, hands in the air. "Do you know how sticky I was? Or how chaffed my bottom was after going a full seven hours in school, with soda in my undies?!"

"Hey, you should be thanking me," Dukey folded his arms indignantly. "If I hadn't of gotten you outta bed, your dad would have given you a prison sentence for not getting up on time. I… am… hurt that you think of me as that desperate for a laugh!"

"Dukey!" Johnny flailed his arms. "Soda! In my bed! Soaking my tushy! There's easier ways of getting me outta bed."

Dukey gave his fur a shake and then jumped on the window-seal.

"Then how would I get my sick kicks?" the dog responded with a sly smile as he hopped back into the house. "Now, why are you up this early?"

Johnny looked at his dog and shook his head.

"Dukey, it's Saturday. As in cartoons for the whole morning!" the blond grabbed Dukey by the ears and gave him a liberal shake.

Dukey's mouth dropped open.

"The stinkin' sun's not even out Johnny!!" the dog pointed out the window. "Cartoons don't start for yet!! All you're gonna watch is paid programming for the next three hours!!"

Johnny shrugged, plopping down of the floor and flicking on the TV.

"This is pure, unadulterated Johnny and TV time," the eleven-year-old gestured dramatically as the TV's limelight lit the room. "It's nothin' but my brain and the TV morphing into one living mass. Beautiful ain't it?"

Dukey made a nauseated face.

"Well, the first whiff of stink from you and the TV and you're outta here," the dog stated, throwing his thumb over his shoulder like a baseball umpire.

With that Dukey shuffled back to his pillow, circled two times and then fell down in a heap. He closed his eyes to the sounds of the poorly produced paid programming commercials and Johnny's brain matter relaxing into mush.

R&R! LONG LIVE ROCK!

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