Chapter 4: Good Boy Moony and Cowboy Hector

Hector noticed a paper tied to Moony's neck collar. He opened it and read, they were words from Satan. "Brother, I had to go to Dog heaven for him. I asked Moony if he wants to be with you again, and the boy said yes without even thinking. For such a good boy, making him normal would have been a crime. So, you and he will share an inseparable bond. You can look through his eyes and listen through his ears. Both of your saliva has the highest regenerative and healing properties. Moony also has superstrength, while you can transform into a giant wolf, which has its own advantages.

"And one more thing, Moony is half wolf now. See ya..."

That was it. Hector, with a huge smile on his face, looked at the good boy sitting in front of him and licking himself clean. "Can you understand me?"

"Wooowoooo..." Moony replied with a cute little bark.

Hector felt a cuddling sensation in his tummy and he couldn't hold himself from hugging the fluffball. "Haha... only if you were bigger or I was smaller I could have ridden on your back. But, let's walk for now."

He had no way of testing his height damage as he couldn't go much higher without an aircraft. And about transforming his body, he didn't try, fearing it would tear his clothes off. He'd rather not have the world see the Vice President of America naked. Women would be crazy otherwise, SERIOUSLY, It wasn't just his body that was tall, huge and muscular after all.

"Boy, follow me. We'll walk out of the Grand Canyon. We should head west, we will either find a highway or if we're lucky, we'll end up in Las Vegas. Sadly, it's not the crazy city of the future yet." He muttered and started walking, in his dirty clothes. Yet, he looked pretty badass.

From time to time, he would see some aircrafts flying by. He reckoned that they were looking for his dead body at the crash site. But Hector didn't even know where the crash site was.

So a tall old man and a tall old dog walked the deserted land while talking in their own language. Somehow, both understood each other.

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Washington, D.C.

Franklin Delano Roosevelt was upset. But he had to work as the president. He, however, ordered all to refrain from making any public statement about VP Washington until the body is found.

He knew that the man was most likely dead, yet he held onto that pinpoint thin thread of hope.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

Secretary of the Interior, Harold L. Ickes, entered with a face mixed with both fear and excitement, "Mr President, the crash site has been found but... the Vice President's body is nowhere to be seen."

Roosevelt's body seemed to have regained strength and looked up at his Secretary of the Interior who seemed like an angel, "ARE YOU SURE? And have we sent men to search for him? He must be in a very bad condition."

Secretary Harold assured him, "I have notified the airforce and the army. The Secret Service is taking the matter very seriously."

"I will myself head to California and stay at the Air Force base. Tell all the men in authority, if they can't find him, find another job." Roosevelt stoically ordered and moved his wheelchair.

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"Moony, are you fine with swimming?" Hector asked the good boy looking all excited as they had arrived at a river.

Hector guessed it was the Colorado river since it was westbound. He also knew that if he travelled downstream, the river would soon bring him to Las Vegas Bay, near the Hoover Dam, completed just 4 years ago. And since he could see some trees, he guessed he was near the Grand Canyon national park.

"Woof..." Moony barked. It was strange how even though he was a giant wolf with long fluffy hair he still didn't overheat. It reaffirmed that he was a Super wolf.

Moony's bark meant "Dad, I love swimming. I swam in heaven every day. I had so many plushies and friends to play with."

"Haha... good. I hope whichever universe I am in is highly advanced in science. I want to get you some kind of a speech synthesiser. Anyway, I will make a raft for ourselves with trees. But the trees are on that mountain, so I shall go and chop them down with my hands." He told the fluffy boy.

It was super easy, barely an inconvenience. He could destroy giant rocks that were like mountains with not even full strength punch, trees were like twigs.

"WOOOF WOOOF..."

Hector laughed heartily and ran up the mountain at the side of the river, "HAHA... All right, we will play catch. You stay near the halfway up the mountain, I will throw trees towards you."

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Just like that, in the crazy heat of the day, they started playing catch. Hector would mightily and easily chop trees with his hands from the mountain then throw them down towards Moony. He was easily throwing it about 800 metres, and each tree was at least a few hundred kilos. Certainly, it was not normal, and Hector was only doing this as he was in private. If there were people, he'd not show his powers before knowing where he was.

"BOY... ANOTHER COMING UP!" He shouted and threw a tree trunk. *WOOSH*

Moony was near the river now, "Grrr..." He excitedly ran and jumped with his monstrously powerful hind legs and grabbed the thick tree trunk in his ferocious jaws. Though he was careful not to destroy them with his bite.

His job was to use his razor-sharp teeth to smoothen the trunks by nibbling on the branches. In just an hour, they had a nice raft ready, not just that, Hector even made a chair for himself, after all, Hell's Inquisitor had some pride and image to maintain.

The raft, which he named Yamato, was simple, he didn't have any rope or vines to tie them, so he used his steel-like arms and punched holes in the two thickest tree trunks. Then fitted some thinner trunks in those holes. Then he made some wooden nails by tearing the tree trunk blocks with fingers. ~*Sigh* If I had such strong fingers in previous lives, I could have made so many women happier.~

Well, keeping the regrets aside, he was proud of his work. Hell was too peaceful and luxurious for him, so this new life was a nice change.

"Come on, boy, get on the raft. We're leaving." He picked the rowing stick, which was less of a stick and more of a thick tree trunk. Moony took his place at the front and sat on his hind legs like some majestic king overlooking the peasants. Or maybe he was indeed a king of all dogs and wolves in this world.

"HERE WE GOOOO... TO LAS VAGAS... MY BOOOAH!" Hector did the crazy, both having super strength, they enjoyed their time with no fear. He rowed as fast as he could in the river, ignoring the crying sounds the wood of the raft made, but it was holding itself somehow.

"Moony, my dear furry son. For this reunion of ours, this new temporary life or, say, vacation, and for being in this sandy land, let's commemorate with some good old yodelling. My attire checks with a cowboy too. Join me, okay?" He suggested to Moony.

"AWOOOOOOO..."

"BWAHAHA... Don't start without me now. ♫From this valley, they say you are going... ♫"

[A/N: The song was Gene Autry - Yodeling Cowboy (from Red River Valley 1936) Search it on Youtube if you want to hear it.]

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7 Hours Later,

"YOHOO OOOOO... *COUGH* God damn, I guess this is the limit of the throat of a superhuman... Argh... shouldn't have said that, Satan must be laughing. But I wish there was youtube right now, I could have made big bucks with 7 hours of beautiful yodelling. My brother Satan, send me a copy later." He talked to himself while rowing the raft.

It had turned night. He had no idea what time it was as his watch was broken. The best he could guess with the help of the sun and moon was that it was about 8 PM. Moony was sitting close to his feet and sleeping. The boy was tired after howling with Hector.

After the last turn, he finally saw some lights in the distance. "Finally, back to civilisation. Moony, wake up, we're finally going to get a meal."

Moony stayed down. Hector knew he was pretending to sleep, something he'd been doing since he was small. He knew exactly what would wake him up.

"Oh well, I guess... TICKLES WILL WORK!" He flopped him on his belly and started tickling him. Moony opened his eyes quickly and started growling, that was actually his happy laughter.

Their raft soon reaches the shores. It was a beach. After both of them jumped out they let the raft go away. "So long, my boat. May you have the strength of the real Yamato battleship... WAIT!... didn't that sink?"

*BLOOP PLOOP...*

As if it was a curse from his mouth. The great raft called Yamato sank in the river with bubbles. Both of them watched it slowly go down with no words spoken in the middle of the night.

After it completely drowned, Hector saluted it and turned, "Anyway, I'm hungry."

Both of them walked towards the road where they could see many cars passing by. They tried to ask for a lift, but most of the people just accelerated away after seeing Hector's tall muscular form as well as the monster-sized Moony.

"What a sad world we live in. Not even giving a lift to your Vice President. It seems we'll have to walk, Moony." he sadly sighed.

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