“I’m hungry,” said Wally. “Too bad,” said Pauley. This two-headed monster sure loved to bicker.
Pauley & Wally were laying on their master’s property, knowing that soon enough they’d receive the call to action.
After months of training, it was time. But with their constant disagreement, no one was sure they’d be able to execute the plan.
It was hard for them to execute anything as Pauley could only look left, and Wally could only look right.
But the one thing they both could do–and very well, I might add–is hatch a scheme. And hatch they would.
On the north side of town, the feed store manager, Dolly, was busy with year end accounting. She didn’t notice the sirens until…
…Collie ran inside and uttered the phrase that struck fear in Dolly’s heart: Timmy fell in the well.
And now it was go time. Wally jumped up first, but Pauley’s heavy head pulled Wally back down. They came crashing to the ground.
Meanwhile, Timmy was splashing around in the well. Dolly was pacing. “When are Pauley and Wally gonna get here?”
Collie wasn’t bright, but he sensed Pauley & Wally would never get there on their own. Collie had to take matters into his hands
Or rather, his paws.
He trotted over to Wally and Pauley’s to find them bickering. “It’s time to go!” yelled Wally. “No it’s not!” screamed Pauley.
Collie had heard enough. He grabbed Wally & Pauley by their scruffy twin necks and drug them out the door.
Collie dragged Wally and Pauley across the muddy field, up a cobblestone hill and through a sizable patch of tall grass to the well
“Well?” Collie demanded.
They still couldn’t agree. Pauley wanted to help. Wally to sleep. And the longer they took, the longer Timmy was down in the well.
Collie knew if the pair couldn’t come to an accord, things wouldn’t end well at all. But Collie had one last trick up his sleeve.
Dolly. Her ample size and bleach-blonde fur scared the living daylights out of Wally & Pauley. They would not cross her.
“Dolly,” Collie said, “help me get these pups straightened out.” Dolly drew a breath into her ample chest and began to…
sing. “Hey Wally, hey Pau-ley. You neeeeed to help us out. Hey Wally, hey Pauley, right now. Right now right now right now.”
That got their attention. They were huge fans of “Singin’ in the Rain” and Gene Kelly. Now, they were ready to save little Timmy.
Wally and Pauley grabbed spelunking gear and started down the well. There was this keen determination in all four of their eyes.
Then the usual argument began. “Why do I always have to go 1st?” cried Pauley. “YOU? It’s ME who always goes 1st!” Wally shouted.
Dolly couldn’t stand it anymore, so she just pushed them over into the well. They had no choice but to save little Timmy now.
Especially since Timmy had been submerged under the pair after their fall.
The strange anatomy that was Pauley & Wally helped liberate Timmy. Thus, proving the old adage—two heads are better than one.
Timmy was able to climb out to safety, stepping on the pairs’ heads to do so. And now, it was Pauley and Wally who were stuck.
Amazingly, Wally & Pauley worked together like their life depended on it. Which it did. They followed Dolly’s pitchiness to safety.
And thus, when it came down to it, Wally and Pauley came through. Everyone lived happily ever after. Despite the bickering.
Sorry for the delay in getting this story up. I know all of you were dying to read it. So now you have your chance. This was a weird one – lots of name rhyming, and it didn’t have that many twists and turns. It was kind of matter of fact. Someone fell down a well, then he got saved. Oh, and a little Dolly Parton mixed in.
Thanks to @Chrisa_Hickey for supplying the photo. I believe they’re her dogs. And thanks to @nella22 @chrisa_hickey @ShesAllWrite @MojoEnvy and @MusicAdamT for writing with me.