A/N - I've noticed a lack of Bolt fics, especially with Penny, which disappoints me to say the least. She is such a prominent and developed character. Not to mention this bolt x mittens. I don't fully understand it, even though a few are quite good. The only problem is, few seem to be updated or are simply one shots. Neither of which are rather admirable. So I'm working on this fic, it will be updated at least once a week, depending on the response I get. I mostly am just using it as a way to hopefully stimulate some growth here. This is my first Bolt so please be kind and offer suggestions. (that means review)

This is an attempt to reestablish myself with FanFiction, because I haven't been active in quite a while... so here goes...

Italics represent thoughts. (And if anyone really cares, Penny would be about 12.)

Disclaimer: I bet you think you know whats coming... I dont own Bolt, I didnt invent it, blah blah blah. Actually, I give you credit for being smart enough to know that Bolt was not invented by some pathetic teenage girl with too much time on her hands.

Not As Seen On T.V.

The saying stands at 'be careful what you wish for' but that never stopped Penny from wanting a normal life with Bolt. Now that the TV show is over for the two, she has her dream. But what if it doesn't last? Sometimes reality is tougher than fiction.

Chapter 1 - Saturday

This is just an intro to see if I can get a review or two up and if my story line will work. Enjoy =]

Mindy from the Network was not happy, and that was an understatement. Twice this month 'Bolt's rating had dropped. Her professional black heels clicked on the chessboard tiles as pushed her way through a door labeled 'James Lipton - Director".

"JAMES!" She bellowed.

Startled the man nearly fell out of his swivel chair, wondering how such a small woman could produce such a loud noise. She must have kids. "Ah, Mindy from the Network." He replied, attempting to regain his dignity. "May I inquire the pleasure?"

The woman snapped a vanilla folder on his desk, ignoring his comment. "Unless this raises by the end of the month, 'Bolt' is history." With that Mindy from the Network spun on her heels and marched right back out of the office.

James Lipton spent the rest of the night alone in his office. He had two seemingly identical pictures before him. Two sets of figures, a girl and her dog. A duplicate? No. James Lipton could distinguish the two in a heartbeat. One was of an actor and a mutt leashed by a dog whistle; the other was a girl and her best friend.

The second picture was his pride. Ever since that little girl had walked out of his studio dragging her ever-protective dog with her, his show, his life, had been ruined. As the sun rose over the horizon, the TV Director emerged from his office, cell phone in hand. "Greg. It's Lipton. You owe me."

Miles away where the sun was also rising, a slight breeze brought the early morning chill into a common farmhouse. Instinctively, a white ear stood up, followed by a black nose and a pair of amber eyes. If only James Lipton knew that even now that best friend was still doing his job. As if on instinct the white dog ran through his mental checklist. There was a slight weight on his back from 'that little girl'. Good. Her breathing was normal. Better. Mittens had once again, monopolized the pillow and was purring softly to herself. Figured, and Rhino...Rhino? No soft buzz of the TV, and no giddy chatter. Bolt cautiously disentangled himself from his person to look around the room. There. On the nightstand: the little hamster was gently rocking in his ball softly snoring.

Satisfied he settled back down on the comfy bed. You aren't a guard dog anymore. Relax. He shook his head at himself. I'm beginning to sound like Mittens. As if the former alley cat had understood she flipped her tail in her sleep. Smiling to himself Bolt put his head down on his paws and closed his eyes.

Unfortunately for Bolt it was approximately 5.45A.M. and a certain hamster's internal alarm clock had just kicked in. "It's Saturday!" Rhino cried rolling his ball off the night stand and onto Penny's blue blanket. It was a good thing the rodent had moved or else the pillow Mittens had been occupying would have dented his head.

"Just once," Mittens moaned arching her back in a cat stretch. "I would like to sleep in."

Bolt raised his head, again; tail wagging instantly. Saturday, the best day of the week.

"Come on slowpokes! The magic box starts soon." Rhino called rolling onto the wooden floor.

Penny groggily opened one eye and then the other. "Good morning sleepyhead." Bolt yapped happily, his tail wagging harder.

The girl smiled and scratched behind his ear. "Morning Bolt."

Mittens grumbled something about dogs being suck ups as she walked to the end of the bed. Sensing the cat's annoyance, Penny laughed. "Good morning to you too, Mittens." The cat flicked her tail under the girls chin and purred before she leaped nimbly off the bed after Rhino.

Penny smiled and pulled the blanket up over her head. "It's cold for January." She complained.

I wish it would snow. Bolt remarked, knowing perfectly well Penny would never fully understand him. His white tail thumped the bedspread loudly as he crawled after her. Penny shivered as a gust of cold air followed her dog. Humans should have fur. Bolt chuckled to himself as he pushed his nose under her arm. Penny smiled and pulled the warm dog closer. Bolt whacked his tail against her knees. I love Saturdays.

Meanwhile Rhino had his eyes glued to his 'awesome' cartoons. "Little early isn't it?" Penny's Mom asked walking into the room. Mittens immediately attached herself to the woman's heels.

"Good morning Emily." She purred. "I quite agree about the early, but if you don't mind: I have a date with a can opener."

(A/N – Penny's Mom never had a name, so I made up Emily. Eventually I might have to have a last name, but that's where it came from)

Emily smiled down at the cat. "Sorry Mittens, I'm late for a meeting. You'll have to ask Penny." She continued on into her daughter's room. "Penny?"

"Hmm, Yea Mom?" Replied a muffled blanket.

"I'm going to head out for awhile."

Penny's head popped up above the blanket. "But it's so early."

Emily smiled tiredly. "The early bird gets the worm."

Bolt stuck his tongue out. Let the bird have its worm, he wanted to stay right where he was. Penny looked a little more doubtful but didn't argue as she watched her Mom leave. Sighing her head fell back onto the bed.

"Oh no you don't." Mittens interjected. "I want my tuna."

"Mittens." Bolt moaned. "You know humans can't understand us."

"Does it matter?" The car replied licking a paw. "When you're hungry you go dig up a bone. When I'm hungry gourmet chefs should get on the knees."

The dog shook his head trying not to smile. "You really are a cat."

"Come on, don't fight." Penny said stumbling out of bed. "It's too early."

Bolt followed her and a satisfied looking Mittens into the kitchen. But…but the bed's still warm…

Oh come on. It's Saturday!

I like the idea of ending this short intro here even though I'm thinking of making the chapters much longer. But whatcha think? You Like it? Plz review, I haven't had one in so long. But thank you for reading this. Oh, and plz review.

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~sky