We should be running drills, Sh'ggy! Scrappith harumphed bitterly, trailing behind the footsteps his rider left in the sand. His long tail swept over them as he past, accidentally concealing them from view. And you want to go to the beach?! We have an important job to do -
"And, like, we'll get back to it just as soon as we soak up some sun!" Sh'ggy addressed the garnet flippantly. He switched his satchel from one shoulder to the next. It was loaded down with all sorts of perfectly pilfered goodies. A squawk sounded off from inside. "Don't your wings just ache to be in the water?"
It was chilly but sunny. Sh'ggy had no intention of getting into the sea - brrrr! no! - but Scoob and Scrappith might have other ideas. All he wanted to do was chill on the alabaster sands with some grubby in his tummy. And speaking of Scoob ... !
Sh'ggy shook the satchel. "Get outta there! Don't fill up on all the good stuff before we even get a chance to relax!" the blonde moaned. A small brown head emerged from the bag's opening, green eyes whirling. There was juice dripping along his mouth - clearly he was already going at whatever was in there.
Wark!