“You got to hold onto it for me,” Tommy told Joe, as they were walking home from school.

“Bro, where am I going to put it?  The damn thing takes up like an entire room,” Joe complained.

“Look, I can’t find my keys to Mr. Schlitt’s place.  The only place I can put the machine is in our garage, and my dad will kill me if put that thing in there.”

Joe shook his head, “Like how do you lose a set of keys like that?”  Joe grumbled.  Finally he sighed, “FINE.  Maybe I’ll shove it in Luke’s room or something,” Joe remarked.  After a few moments of walking Joe went on talking to his buddy.  “Speaking of Mr. Shit.  He still hasn’t gotten back from… vacation or whatever?”

Tommy shrugged his shoulders, “Yeah.  Haven’t heard from him in a while.”

“Well, you better find those keys,” Joe told Tommy.  “Cause I don’t want to be holding onto his experiment thing forever, and I want to chill at his place this weekend.”  Joe let out a groan, “My family is killing me, I just want to sit back and relax.”

Tommy nodded in agreement, “Yeah I hear ya.  There’s only like a few places I haven’t checked yet.  I should find them before the weekend.  Than we can drop of the big bulky thing and call the duds over.”

Joe smiled at the game plan, “Sweet.”

Luke grumbled again, “WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE IN MY ROOM,” he complained as Joe finally jammed the massive machine inside his brother's room.

“Because,” Joe growled giving it a nice shove inside blocking most of the room.  “If you don’t want me to tell mom and Dad you got a bad grade in Mr. Poo’s class, your going to shut up and deal with it.”

Luke frowned harder at the blackmailing his brother was doing, but finally shut up letting Joe push the device completely into Luke’s room.  “There, and see you can still get to your bed and dresser.  NO problem,” Joe smirked brushing his hands together at his success.  He looked at the massive machine and how difficult it was making it for his brother to get around his room.   Welp, it wasn’t his room so he didn’t really care.

As Joe was walking out of his brother’s room he quickly added, “Oh and don’t go messing around with it.  You never know what might happen,” Joe teased, waving his hands in a creepy gesture at his brother leaving him with the frightening warning.  Of course it was all a joke, but Luke seemed to take it serious as he eyed the machine with a new fear for it.  Joe snorted at how gullible his brother was as Joe headed to his room.  

Joe laid down on his bed and heard the sound of Fido sniffing around outside his room.  Joe ignored him as he thought of trying to take a nap.  By the time Fido left Joe’s room alone, Joe was already falling asleep.  However the sound of a doorbell startled him out of his impending slumber.  Joe groaned as he rolled over to ignore the sounds of heavy pair of footsteps coming into the house.

“It’s over here,” Joe’s mom said leading someone around.  They were going into the bathroom next door to Joe’s bedroom.  “It’s been clogged all day.  I don’t understand how or why,” Joe’s mom explained.

“Let me take a look at it,” A deep male voice spoke.  Joe assumed it had to be the plumber his mom hired to check out the toilet.

There was movement and clinking through the wall.  It was just enough to make Joe groan in annoyance.  There was no way he would be able to get any sleep with all that ruckus next to him.  Annoyed by the stupid plumber Joe glared at the wall wondering why he was being so freaking loud.

Mr. Krap looked at the toilet and the high water level.  It most certainly was clogged.  Mr. Krap set his tool bag down next to the toilet as he examined the toilet a little closer.  “You said it’s been like this for how long,” Mr. Krap asked the owner as he inspected it closer.

“Pretty much all morning.  I came in and found it backed up like that.” she explained.

Mr. Krap was almost positive that the toilet didn’t just break down overnight.  Someone had to have done something to it.  However it wasn’t his job to know who did it, just to fix it.  Of course knowing how it broke to begin with would help, but it didn’t matter.  Instead Mr Krap decided to get to work and started to check the exterior to make sure everything was intact.  “Well, you don't have any cracked pipes or anything.  So that’s good news.  Last thing you want is leaking water.”

This news seemed to please the woman, “Thank goodness.  I don’t mean to be rude, but will this take too long?”

Mr. Krap mused over the question, “Hard to tell.  It shouldn’t be more than an hour or so.”

“Okay, I shouldn’t be gone too long.  I need to run to the store real quick and will be back.”

“No need to rush ma'am,” Mr. Karp explained as he started to get to work.  

“If anything comes up, you have my number,” She explained.  “Just give me a call.”

“Will do,” Mr. Krap told her.  The woman left the bathroom and left Mr. Krap to do his job.  Getting closer to the floor, he took a seat near the toilet and started to check for issues with the piping.  As he was doing his job, Mr. Krap heard the sound of a dog walking around in the house.  It would occasional walk past the open door as it continued to wander around the home.  “Okay, no issues here,” Mr. Krap remarked as he started to go down the checklist of possible problems.

“So you’re the plumber?”  Came a voice from behind Mr. Krap as he was working.

Turning around he spotted a teen boy standing in the doorway looking a little unimpressed at his presences in the bathroom.  “Yup.  Mr. Krap.”  He introduced himself to the kid.

The boy gave him a weird confused look at the introduction, “Your name is Mr Crap?”

“...no.  It’s Krap.” He explained more clearly his name.

The boy just shrugged, “Hey, you said it not me.  Anyway, can you like hurry up or something?  Cause I need to take a shit soon, and I want to use my toilet.”

Mr. Krap did the best he could to keep the annoying kid’s words from getting to him.  “Look, kid, the less I’m distracted the quicker I can get this toilet fixed and you can go about your business.”

The kid laughed, “My business would be taking a dump, but I feel yeah.  You can’t be too distracted, right?  It’s got to be REAL hard being a plumber and everything.  Am I right?  Fixing other peoples pipes?  Unclogging them stuffed up toilets?  Taking care of the shit other people don’t want to do-”

Mr. Krap couldn’t help but snap, “Look kid, do you mind?  Trying to get this thing fixed, don’t you have some friends you can go bother?  I’m pretty sure I heard a dog, why not take him for a walk while I work.”

The boy let out a sound of disappointment.  “Fine, whatever.  I was just trying to shoot the shit with you anyway.”  Mr. Krap let out a sigh as the boy walked off leaving him to do his job.

“Finally…” Mr. Krap went back to focusing on his job.  It took him a while again to really start to narrow down the problem and finally started to use his tools to fix the issue.  He found out it was something backing up the pipes themselves.  Something was stuck down there, but a plunger wasn’t helping at all.  In fact it seemed extremely backed up.  Realizing that he would need to use his other tools to try and free up whatever blockage there was, Mr. Krap took off his smart watch on one of his hands and set it off to the side.  Sure it was water proof, in fact it was clammed to be everything proof, but he wasn’t going to chance it while working the job.  Last thing he needed was it to break or worse, get stuck and jam the pipes even more than they already were.  Putting the watch nearby on the ground, he went back to the task in hand.  

“Come on…” Mr. Krap muttered as he started to use the last tools to help fix the increasingly annoying and impossible difficult job.  It seemed everything but the snake was being ineffective.  Finally using the last tool he would need, before literately having to dismantle the toilet, Mr. Krap used the long device usually used for decloging sinks and tubs of hair.  

Mr. Krap ignored the teen boy who had returned to stand in the doorway texting on his phone.  The constant clicking and clacking of his texting filled the air slowly chipping away at Mr. Krap sanity as he worked his butt off with the damn toilet.  As he was trying to remove the blockage, he saw something float up from the toilet water.  “What the,” Mr. Krap muttered looking at what seemed to be scraps of paper.  “Is that paper?  Did someone flush some paper down the toilet?”

The teen started to answer him, “Huh… oh, probably,” He spoke with not much care in his voice, “That’s right, I cleaned the bathroom this morning.  Tossed them in there.”

“You what?!”  Mr. Krap asked shocked at the teens lack of knowledge about what could and shouldn’t be flushed.  “Why wouldn’t you just toss them in the trash,” Mr. Krap asked as he grunted to yank out what had to be a massive wad of paper towels jamming the pipes.  Mr. Krap looked back behind him at the kid still texting.  He saw his eyes look over to the trash can on the other side of the bathroom from the toilet.

“Meh, toilet was closer.”

“The toilet was closer?!  Kid you are some kind of…” Mr. Krap complained as he finally started to move the giant wad of paper out of the clogged pipping.  “Stupid,” Mr. Krap grunted as he gave it another tug.

“I’m stupid?” The teen repeated sounding upset at the remark.  “Yeah?  If I’m so stupid than why are you the one cleaning my toilet?”  The boy mocked him like it was an insult toward the plumber.

Mr. Krap laughed as he gave the snake another tug pulling the paper towel ball closer out of the toilet.  “I’ll have you know, the amount of money your mom is paying me, to do THIS… well I wouldn’t call this so stupid.  Unlike a certain someone who flushed freaking paper towels down a toilet!”

Before the kid could make a response, Mr. Krap spotted the dog he heard before walk into the bathroom.  It happen too fast for Mr. Krap to react to.  The mutt trotted up behind him, and sniffed the floor.  Mr. Krap was mid tug about to yank out the obstruction in the toilet when out of nowhere the dog opened it’s mouth and picked up his smart watch with it’s maw.

“H-HEY!”  Mr. Krap shouted only to watch the dog carry the watch off on his own.  “GET BACK HERE!”  Mr. Krap called out.

The boy burst into laughter, “Now whose the stupid one?  Fido just stole your watch from you!  You got to be like the biggest idiot there is!”

Mr. Krap had it with this stupid brat.  He gave one more tug before yanking out what looked to be an entire roll of paper towels.  The soggy ball of paper dripping wet from the water it absorbed and blocked.  Mr. Krap tested the toilet really quick to make sure it could flush.  Once it did a successful flush, Mr. Krap started to go after the damn dog.

“Finally,” The teen said as he went to close the door before adding, “Hey don't go too far, this is a big shit, I might actually destroy the toilet again!”  He let out a cruel laugh, “Gonna need you to fix it again real soon!”

Mr. Krap didn’t pay attention to the damn kid as he stood in the hallway looking for the animal that robbed him of his expensive smart watch.  Not hearing a thing, Mr. Krap decided to check out the nearest room.  Heading toward the door, he pushed the door open.  Stepping inside the room, he saw a large metal machine that filled up the bedroom he was standing in.  Mr. Krap looked at it in wonder and confusion.  He couldn’t help but step closer to it to inspect.

“What the…” Mr. Krap spoke as he looked at the countless switches and nobs on a control panel of some sort.  Unable to stop himself, Mr. Krap tapped the screen.  Without warning the device seemed to turn on as the screen came to life.  Mr. Krap jumped back and found he accidentally turned the device on.  There was a faint hum in the air that gave him a bad feeling.  Deciding he shouldn’t be here, Mr. Krap started to head for the door when a bright flash of light came from the device, filling the room.

Mr. Krap froze as he felt something when the light filled the room quickly.  Blinking a few times, Mr. Krap took a step backwards.  He felt weird and disoriented as he tried to stay up on his legs.  When he went to rub his head to steady himself, he found he was moving one of his legs.

“Wha-” Mr. Krap spoke as he started to dial in to his surroundings.  The floor was much closer to his head now, and he couldn’t see the handle to the door.  Wait where was the door?  Mr. Krap looked around and found that the room was now gigantic.  Everything grew hundreds of times it’s normal size.  As Mr. Krap looked up the enormous door, he fell back or downwards.  It was now that he noticed his legs.  They were not his normal legs, they were more like a bug’s legs.  No, they WERE bug legs.  Mr. Krap didn’t understand how or why, but it looked like he was a bug.  

Mr. Krap couldn’t help but do the only natural thing to do when you turn into a bug, you freak out.  Mr. Krap scrambled up back onto his many bug legs.  Still panicked and trying to figure things out he spun around looked up at the giant machine.  It had to be the reason he was turned into this bug thing.  Mr. Krap took a few more horrified and panicky breathes before he tried to think of a way out of this bizarre mess.

The sound of clicking of a dog’s paws hitting the floor could be heard coming closer from down the hallway.  Mr. Krap froze as the sound got closer and closer to his location.  The sound of those feet echoing down the hallway sent a chill down Mr. Krap’s spine, or whatever it was that he had now.  Before Mr. Krap could run or hide, that familiar snout came poking in around the side of the doorway.  The thieving dog came into view as he looked into the room with a slightly open door.  Mr. Krap now realizing just how small he was, watched as the dog continued to carry the smart watch in it’s mouth, stepped into the room.  Mr. Krap gulped at the size of the pooch.  One of it’s toes was easily his size or larger.  The mutt held the watch in it’s mouth a little longer before a noise was heard causing the dog to turn it’s head toward the sound.  Whatever it was, it made the dog react.

Mr. Krap watched with disbelief and horror as in one single movement the dog swallowed his watch with little to no effort.  The last thing Mr. Krap saw of his watch was the screen flicking on before vanishing into darkness.

The dog let out a soft woof in response to whatever it heard.

“Not now Fido!”  Came that teen’s voice from down the hallway.  “I’m taking a shit!”  He exclaimed.

As disgusted that statement was, Mr. Krap found it worked and kept the dog from going into a barking frenzy.  However not able to bark, Fido seemed to turn it’s attention to something else, the room.  Mr. Krap watched as the dog simple took another step into the room, closing the distance toward him and started to sniff around.

“OH FUCK!”  Mr. Krap yelled as the nose of the large dog started to poke around on the ground, sniffing and snorting like a vacuum cleaner.  The dog was waving it back and forth across the floor like some kind of metal detector looking for something.  Whatever it was, Mr. Krap seemed to be in the path of that large nose.  He could heard the sounds the dog was making and it truly scared him.  Doing the only thing he could think of he started to run away.

It wasn’t till now that Mr. Krap realized how small the large room really was, there was no where to really go.  He was running right into the large machine that was behind him.  It offered no protection at all from the incoming dog gaining speed on him.  Mr. Krap looked to the sides and saw that he could try and run over toward the large bed off to the side, but he wouldn’t be able to out run the dog.  Fido was closing in fast.

“Oh, god…” Mr. Krap cried out hoping someone could hear him, anyone.  Yet not even the dog seemed to hear his words.  It continued to sweep through the room.  Running off to the side, Mr. Krap prayed that whatever the dog was looking for or tracking, it would find it and leave.  His plight only increased as the dog sniffed to the machine and took a hard turn left, right after Mr. Krap.  It turned out the dog was tracking him.  Mr. Krap couldn’t even make it half way to the bed or night stand off to the side, when the wet snorting nose finally caught up to Mr. Krap.  Suddenly he felt himself being lifted off the ground with a quick gust of air being sucked upward.  His little bug legs couldn’t hold onto the ground and was being picked up by one hard snort from the massive animal tracking him down.  The moment he collided with that damp wet nose, the sniffing stopped and he was dropped back down to the ground.  

The sudden sound of the dog barking excitedly caused Mr. Krap to quake in fear.  It wasn’t just bone rattling loud, it was soul shattering.  The dog looked way to excited to find him.  The frantic wagging of it’s tale flew from side to side as those large dog eyes pointed straight at him.  The large pink slimy tongue darted out from side to side, as it looked like the dog was licking it’s lips in anticipation.  The large massive dog hesitated for a moment, maybe it was waiting for Mr. Krap to do something or was savoring the moment.  It was just long enough for Mr. Krap to think that maybe the dog wasn’t going to do what he thought it was going to do.  That soon vanished when the canine's head dipped in fast and it’s maw opened wide enough to pick up Mr. Krap in it’s wet slobbering mouth.

“HEY! NO! NOO! STOP!!!” Mr. Krap screamed as he was snatched up off the ground and was in the jaws of a very enormous and hulking dog.  The panting of the dog’s breath washed over Mr. Krap, and combined with the saliva the dog had in it’s mouth, Mr. Krap was now dripping with moister.  The hot smelly breath of the dog rolled over him as it stunk with the scent of old dog food and whatever else it had consumed recently.  The panting was soon overshadowed by the deep ominous looming sound of a gurgling coming from deep down further, past all the gust of hot dog breath.  It was the sound of a very empty stomach wanting to be filled.

“OH SWEET JESUS!”  Mr. Krap cried out as he now knew what his fate was going to be-

“FIDO!”  Came a very loud and demanding voice.  Mr. Krap knew exactly who it belonged to.  That bratty teen from before.  “What do you have,” the voice asked with warning and a commanding tone.  

Mr. Krap wasn’t sure if he was glad or not to hear that annoying teen’s voice, but it seemed to save him, if not just for a few more moments.  It seemed Fido, wasn’t going to swallow while his master was asking him a question.  Mr. Krap’s heart was in limbo as he waited for the inevitable gulping that was bound to come.  All the saliva built up around him, he knew it would be a quick and effortless act from the monster.  Yet it didn’t happen, instead Mr. Krap heard Fido’s paws walking closer to where the voice came from.  

“Give it,” Joe commanded.  Fido let out a soft whimper as it was clear he didn't want to give away it’s little treat that he found.  Yet as much as Mr. Krap knew that Fido wanted to swallow him, the dog didn’t.  Again Joe gave the command, “Fido.  Give, It.  Now,” Joe warned in his voice.

For a brief moment Mr. Krap thought that Fido wouldn’t listen, but the dog reluctantly did as it’s master commanded and opened it’s mouth.  Mr. Krap came running out in a pool of drool as Fido spit him out and into the awaiting palm of Joe.  Mr. Krap was busy trying to get up from the puddle of spittle he was drenched in to see Joe’s reaction.  It wasn’t till he heard his voice again that Mr. Krap looked up at the grinning face of the teen.  There was something in the smile that made Mr. Krap know that this wasn’t salvation.

“Oh shit, no way.  Good boy,” Joe said patting Fido on the head with his free hand.  However the dog didn’t seem too interested in the praise or the pat, it’s large full eyes glued to Mr. Krap as if waiting for an opening to snatch him out of the boy’s hand.  Joe went on talking as if Fido understood him, “And here I was thinking you were sneaking into Luke’s room to eat his Legos again.”  Joe gave a chuckle, “Which would have been hilarious… but this is so much better.  Now we got another little bug, a bug person, right Fido.”

Fido let out a loud whimper but still never went for Mr. Krap, as he was starting to dry off from the dog droll sticking around him.  However the tail was wagging like crazy and whacking into the wall nearby, the loud solid thumps of Fido’s tale banging into he drywall of Luke’s room filled the air.  The thumping seemed to be to the same pace of Mr. Krap’s pulse right now, and it was only building in speed with his dread.

“Wow boy, calm down.  Now I can’t just GIVE you this bug person… no, it needs a name, right?”

Fido let out a resounding woof that shook Mr. Krap to his core.   

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking.  But who?”  Joe asked.  Mr. Krap watched Fido tilt his head slightly as if trying to determine the best attack approach to take him out of Joe’s hand.  Or maybe Fido was just wondering why it was taking his master so long to give him the bug.  “… Hmmm, maybe,” Joe pondered for a brief moment before nodding, “Got it.  That shitty plumber, Mr. Crap.”

Mr. Krap shook his head.  “Wha-what are you talking about?  It is me!  It’s KRAP!”  

“How’s it going Mr. Crap,” Joe greeted him with that smirk.  Fido let out another woof, “Oh and Fido says hi too.  You remember Fido right?  That,” Joe did air quotes with his free hand, flexing his fingers, “stupid dog.”  Joe grinned, “The same one that took your watch.  Speaking of watches, that was a fancy one wasn’t it?”  Joe seemed to dip out of character as he recalled the watch and looked around the room really quickly, “Shit, that thing looked expensive… I hope he doesn’t find it.  Than I can keep it,” Joe nodded to himself.

Mr. Krap would have been appalled at those words, however he was too busy trying to stand up in the damp puddle of slob sticking to him.  Before Mr. Krap could do this, Joe came back to him, “Anyway, where were we?”

Fido let out an increasing whine at his master forgetting about him.  Clearly Fido didn’t want to wait any longer for Mr. Krap.

“OH right, Mr. Crap!  Nearly forgot about you.  Got to say that was a pretty crappy thing of me to do.  But hey, with a name like that, Crap?  I’m sure you’re pretty used to it by now.”  Joe started to laugh, “I bet this is like the crappest day of your life, right?  About to be eaten by my dog.  Trust me, things could NOT get crappier.  Oh wait, yeah they can!”  Joe let out an evil chuckle.

Mr. Krap panicked at those words, he was going to be eaten!  He tried to call out to Joe but he didn’t listen, didn’t care, or it was both.  “Now, I know you’re a plumber and all, so you understand how pipes and stuff work.  I mean you just fixed my crapper, so DUH!” Joe made a silly face to go along with his exclamation. “So, here’s the job, I need you to help me with something.  It’s kind of a crappy job.  You see, Fido’s been backed up lately.  You know, clogged pipes and all that.  I need you to fix his plumbing.  You know, push that crap through, you know like flush out all that crap out.  You understanding what I’m getting at Mr. Crap?”  Joe asked.  He didn’t wait for Mr. Krap’s response.

Fido gave him a good response with a woof and a stutter step in place as he was really getting excited at his master’s words.  “Not so fast Fido, Mr. Crap needs a little more detail on his job.  You hear me little bug?  Your job is to be the next crap Fido takes.  When you’re done, you should look a little more crappier than you do now.  Like totally looking like dog shit, got me?  Kind of like the crap I took a moment ago.  Capeesh?”  Joe laughed, “Or should I say it more like, Crapeesh?”

Fido seemed to be getting impatient as he was making more and more noise.  Mr. Krap couldn’t take any more of this as he tried to run away from the evil teen and his mocking words.  Struggling the best he could, Mr. Krap headed for the side of Joe’s hand.

“Oh, looks like you’re ready to go to work!”  Joe laughed as he quickly grabbed one of Mr. Krap’s legs and picked him up off his hand.  Mr. Krap yelled for help as he struggled in vain.  “Okay Fido, sit… sit,” Joe repeated.  Fido did as he was told, and Mr Krap was now being hung over Fido’s head.  “Open,” Joe commanded.  “Fido, OPEN,” He ordered one more time before Fido looked up and did as he was told.  Mr. Krap could see down the dark gaping maw of the mutt as Fido held his mouth wide open for his treat.  “1…” Joe counted.

“OH SWEET CHRIST!”  Mr. Krap screamed out loud as he looked at his fate.  The black hole was pulsating as the dog panted with it’s mouth open and tongue wiggling around in it’s mouth.  The throat of the dog could easily gobble him up with no problems.  The sound of liquid gathering, building and sloshing around in the dogs mouth made Mr. Krap want to cry.  The heavy panting building in time to the waiting Fido was doing.

“2…” Joe said.

Mr. Krap felt the familiar and horrible stinky dog breath rising from the maw.  It only reminded him of his time in the dogs mouth a few moments ago.  Now he was not only going back there, but even deeper.  He was about to be gobbled down like a treat, only less filling.  A small insect swallowed by a starving dog.

“...3!”  Joe shouted as he dropped Mr. Krap.  He fell straight for the open mouth.  It wasn’t much of a fall but for Mr. Krap it was a life time as he screamed.  He fell and fell till he hit a gooey puddle of saliva and something soft but firm.  Rolling around to try and see or escape, he waited for the inevitable gulp.  Yet there was still light all around him.  Mr. Krap quickly looked up to see that Fido had yet to swallow or close his mouth.

“HOLD!”  Joe ordered and the dog did as he was told.  Waiting as his master commanded, all the while panting heavily sending cold hot chills through Mr. Krap.

“Wh-what,” Mr. Krap panicky said as he looked up through the rows of teeth and outside at a grinning Joe looking down at him.  The pleased look was sickening.

Suddenly Joe pointed his finger at Mr. Krap, or maybe it was Fido, and finally ordered, “Swallow!”

Fido was all to eager for the command and slammed it’s mouth shut.  Mr. Krap was washed down with so much saliva that he thought he was drowning as he was gulped down with a slobbery swallow.  Mr. Krap could hear the boy praise Fido on the outside.  However each passing syllable of his, “Good boy” praises grew fainter as Mr. Krap slide deeper inside Fido.  It took little to no time for Mr. Krap to land inside the very empty stomach with a wet splat.

The smell coming from Fido’s gut was much much worse now that he was inside the dog’s slimy tummy.  Mr. Krap could see all around him as there was something glowing with a faint light down here with him.  Mr. Krap spotted the square like light emitting from his smart watch!  It lite up the red and pinkish walls lining this chamber of this disgusting and horrible place.  There was a small layer of stomach juices and saliva that had gathered around the watch.  Mr. Krap didn’t know why, but he rushed for the watch like his life depended on it.  He felt more secure and protected bathed in the light rather than the darkness of the gurgling cavern. 

As Mr. Krap reached the watch he saw that the smartwatch screen had been turned on.  The settings that Mr. Krap had for his watch was to turn on and stay on till he put it to sleep.  So long as he didn’t touch the sleep button his watch would stay on.  That meant he could interact with it!  Not sure what he could do, Mr. Krap tried to react with-

There was movement all around as Fido moved.  The watch was jostled around and Mr. Krap bumped into it.  His form selected something on the watch and it was activated with a ping.  Unable to move very well, and still trying to recover from the sloshing and bouncing all around him, Mr. Krap landed into the watch again with another ping.

“STOP MOVING!”  Mr. Krap shouted to no avail, as he couldn’t stop himself from sliding around in the empty stomach.  Soon the sound of gurgling dominated the chamber.  Did the liquid get higher?

Suddenly the sound of gulping could be heard as water started to enter the stomach.  Mr. Krap panicked for a moment afraid of his device sorting out form the water, but he was lucky it was waterproof.  Relieved, Mr. Krap tried to head back to the watch while Fido drank some water.  The increasing water level was rising.  Mr. Krap was finding it harder to move, and would soon have to start swimming.  By the time he got to the smart watch, Mr. Krap felt his body starting to tingle and itch.  His reaction was to scratch at it, but his legs weren't able to do so.  Was this digestion?  Frightened at the fear of what was happening, he quickly used the watch as some kind of mound of safety as he climbed on top of the device.  The screen lighting up the roof of the stomach.  The opening to Fido’s esophagus opened one last time and a gallon of water splashed into the now slightly filled chamber.  

Mr. Krap tried to stay on top of the watch using the light to stay away from the edges the best he could.  The watch was easily his size maybe a little larger, so he had to maintian his balance.  He could see the mixture of water, acid, and whatever juices in this chamber sloshing at the sides of the screen.  Mr. Krap felt the chamber moving again, but this time it was more gentle now.  Fido probably didn’t like the sloshing his stomach was doing or something, but the slower trot he was doing, was easier for Mr. Krap to stay balanced and out of the stomach acids.  The watch on the other hand was still sliding and moving slightly shifting back and forth in the stomach chamber.  

Mr. Krap, getting used to standing on the watch looked down at the screen beneath him.  To his delight, his watch was fully charged, and was at 96% left.  Plenty of juice to stay on.  The other thing he noticed was the phone app on his device.  He could try and make a call!  But, to who?  And how would he communicate with them?  

Than a Hail Mary of an idea came to his mind.  It was a long shot, to be honest but it was better than what was awaiting for him inside Fido.  He could try and make a call, maybe call the mom?  Noticing the call, and hearing the sounds inside the dog, and than would try and get it removed.  She might have him throw it up or something and get him out of here.  After that… well Mr. Krap didn’t know, but he knew if he didn’t get free, this itching sensation on him would start to get really really bad.

Mr. Krap stood on top of the watch and started to move one of his legs to try and click the phone app, while the others kept him balanced.  However, it was easier said than done.  The dog was still moving, and as softly as the watch moved, it still made staying balance a hard thing to do.   Mr. Krap wasn’t a surfer or even a skater, so his balancing skills were horrible.  With each shift the watch was pushed deeper in the stomach.  Finally Mr. Krap was able to get his leg to press into the phone app.  He just had to hit the call button and it would call the most recent person, the teen’s mom.  He just needed to-

There was another gurgle below Mr. Krap.  A sound he wasn’t prepared for.  It grew louder and suddenly the watch shook as large gas bubble rumbled out from below him.  The bubble shook the watch enough to push Mr. Krap off and into the stomach juices.  Mr. Krap let out a horrified sound of disgust and fear.  The bubble was followed by a few more, as the smelly intestinal gut gas came out of the opening beneath him.  The pool of juices was starting to drain downward and so was Mr. Krap and the watch.  As more gas bubbles came out of the opening the chamber shook and started to compress a little.

A rumbling Urp came out from above as Fido released a dog belch.  This only helped with Mr. Krap and the watch in descending faster into the next stage of digestion.  The intestines.  Mr. Krap was pulled further inside the dog, screaming all the way down the opening into the small intestines.

Joe sat on the couch watching TV when his mom came home.

“Hey mom,” Joe greeted with just as much enthusiasm as you would expect a teen lounging around would do.

“Joe,” she greeted back carrying in some groceries.  “No, by all means, don’t help me out at all,” She sarcastically called out.  “It’s not like you eat most of this junk anyway.”

“Ugh… fine,” Joe muttered as he got up to help with putting the food away.

“Is the plumber still here?”

“Who… oh him?  Nah, he left like I think an hour ago or something.”

Joe’s mom frowned as she started to unpack things, “Really?  I didn’t get a call at all.  Did he finish?”

“Oh yeah, tested that bad boy out myself,” Joe nodded and held up his hand with an okay sign.  “Flushes just right.”

Joe’s mom rolled her eyes and shook her head at her son, “Did he say what the problem was?”

Joe shrugged, “Nah.  He just fixed it and than, like left or something.”

“I just can’t believe he didn’t call me about the billing or anything.  Joe, can you check my phone for me?  I got to make dinner and it’s low power.”  Joe rolled his eyes at his mom’s request, “Maybe with a little less attitude?”

“Fine,” Joe spoke as he headed toward the charging phone.  He picked it up and saw that there was in fact multiple calls form the same number.  The number belonged to the contact in his mom’s phone, under the name Plumber.  “Yeah mom he called.”

“Dang it, Joe can you call him back?  I need to know how much the bill is,” She called out from the kitchen.

“Do I have to-”

“Joe, I mean it!”  She warned

“Oh my god,” Joe grumbled as he picked up the phone and pressed the name and waited for the phone to answer.  It took the stupid plumber two rings before he picked.  “Yo, dude, my mom wants to know how much we owe you for the job…”

There was a weird noise going on in the back ground but the line was silent.

“Hey dude… dude?  You going to answer?”

A weird groan or rumble was heard along with some more weird sounds.  Joe was getting upset at the lack of response other than the background noise, “Dude, you going to say something?  And come on man, what the hell is all that noise?  You going through a tunnel or something?  Or do you have like crappy service?”  Still there was no response except for a low rumble and than something like a honk or trumpet blew before the line went dead.

As if at the same time Joe heard a distant dog fart coming from his room where Fido was sleeping.

Joe laughed, “Fido, dude that was so loud.  Watch what you’re eating will you?”  Putting his mom’s phone down, he headed back into the kitchen and told her, “His phone is shit.  I’m sure he’ll call back when he’s ready.”

Mr. Krap screamed for the hundredth time into the watch as he was being pushed along with the now slimy watch through Fido’s gut.  The rumbling and groaning filling the air, along with the sticky walls pushing into him didn’t help his situation of not being heard.  The last call he got was from that shitty teen boy and he wasn’t at all helpful.  Mr. Krap was being pulled with the small glop of goo around him while he and his watch were being pulled along slowly.  The small dwindling mass of stomach content disappearing into the walls.  Mr. Krap could feel his body switching from itchy to burning as he could feel his body already breaking down, digesting, and decomposing.  He didn’t know why he kept trying to call, no one was answering and it wasn’t like they could do anything to help him.  However Mr. Krap kept hitting the recall button with his body.  Each empty call breaking Mr. Krap down mentally and psychically as he could feel the digestive juices digging into him.  Mr. Krap tried to stay close to the glow radiating from the watch.  As much as he hated to see the insides of Fido, it was better than the pitch black darkness.  

The sound of gas pockets further inside Fido’s guts could be heard gurgling and rumbling ahead.  It wouldn’t be long before Mr. Krap would find himself coming to the end of his trip.  The heat and slime around him were already wearing him down more than the sensation of digestion itself.  Even with the light on, it wasn’t helping keep him awake as things started to fade.  It all was so dark and gross…

Joe woke up to the sound of Fido getting out of bed, a typical morning on a typical day.  Slowly getting up, Joe started to get ready for the daily walk with Fido.  Slipping some shoes on, Joe left the house as he started to walk the typical route.  Joe pulled out his phone and saw he got a text last night.  It was from Tommy, “Found them”.  Joe had to think back a little and recalled the conversation they had about the keys to Mr. Shit’s home.  Sending “Sweet, party time”, to Tommy in response to the text.  As if they were on the same mind set, Fido swerved over to the same place that Joe was thinking of.  

Fido walked toward his common dumping grounds.  Joe didn’t know why Fido took a shit in this yard all the time, but again it wasn’t Joe’s problem.  Mr. Shit would have to deal with all this crap when he returns.  As Joe watched Fido starting to squat, he recalled yesterday and the bug he gave Fido.  The little sucker was ready to be let out.  Pulling out his phone again he started to take a picture with the hashtag, “Mr. Crap on his way out.  Took him long enough” and sent it with the smiley face with a tongue sticking out emoji.  Posting the joke photo on Click Chat, he checked his status.  Joe was actually shocked at all the jokes and reactions he was getting from his previous post on Mr. Shit and Mr. Poo.  It was like he was famous or something.

“I should probably do this more often,” Joe laughed as he put his phone away and waited for Fido to do his business.  However Fido continued to squat there, nothing coming out.  For a moment Joe was wondering what was going on, and than it hit him, “Oh I swear, if that little bug bastard backed you up-”

A loud fart was heard before things started flowing.  Joe’s anger turned to a nod of approval, “Dumb bug, I thought for a second there he forgot how to do his job.  Mr. Crap, you nearly scared the crap out of me!”  

Sure enough crap was coming out.  In fact, it seemed that Mr. Crap had done his job alright, the amount of filth spewing out of Fido’s rear end was immense and more than a day’s worth.  Thankful to the useful insect for not just relieving Joe of some built up stress and anger, it was also relieving Fido of himself too.  Soon Fido’s filthy feces were being expelled followed by a few more farts sputtering out near the end.  Joe stood there waiting for Fido to finish his business.  However, he continued to squat over the warm mess made by himself, still holding his pose over the heap of waste.  

“Fido, what are you doing,” Joe called out.

Fido turned his head toward Joe but didn't seem to budge.  It was like he was telling him to give him a minute.  Joe was confused till something solid, or more solid than the brown mud that was ejected from his dog, landed on top.  Like a cherry to the chocolate ice cream.  A shiny metal object.  With the object expelled from his bowels, Fido lifted his backside and started to trot over to where Joe was standing.  Curious as to what the object that just came out of Fido’s rear was, Joe started to walk over to the fresh pile of poo.

Joe let out a laugh as he saw what it was, “No way… is that, Fido did you eat Mr. Crap’s watch?”  As if to answer his question, Fido gave a soft woof.  Joe smirked, “I guess it’s mine now.”  Taking the surprisingly clean looking and undamaged watch, Joe inspected.  “The thing got to be like super expensive to survive you Fido.  Like anything you eats gets turned to crap.”

Making sure to keep the smart watch, Joe took Fido home.  He rinsed and scrubbed, scrubbed and rinsed the watch till he was positive it didn’t smell or look dirty any more.  Joe examined the device and found it still had some power on.  Joe headed to his room wondering how much the watch would fetch him, before jumping on his bed.  Wondering which pawn shop would get him the most for it, Joe came across the watches camera mode. 

Clicking the app for the camera on the watch, Joe watched the small screen light up and show him the long recorded video.  Joe sat up wondering what it was, only to find the watch had been recording ever since Fido ate it.  Joe was perplexed at the recording of the inside of his dog.

“Oh, shit,” Joe muttered.  It didn’t take long before he saw that pathetic bug coming into view.  “OH SHIT,” Joe laughed as he watched the bug freaking out and crawling around inside the gut.  Joe had got front row tickets to see Mr. Crap get digested, how funny was this?

Joe watched and scrubbed through the video, way beyond fascinated by the film.  He was so into it that he didn’t know how long he had been watching.  He scrubbed and watched as the bug frantically tried to escape or run right into the smart watch.  He got to the part where Joe called and couldn’t help but laugh harder again as it looked like the bug, Mr crap, was trying to communicate with him.  After a while the bug slowed down it’s attempt before finally succumbing to it’s fate.  Finally Joe got to the end, which was when Joe was picking up the watch after being expelled from Fido.

“Oh man that was freaking awesome!” Joe laughed one more time before rolling over and looking at his sleeping dog.  Fido seemed to perk up at Joe’s movements,  “Fido you are the DOG!  Wait till I show the guys tomorrow.  I just can’t wait till Tommy gets a look at this.”  Joe was hyped and than got another thought, “Fido, we got to do that again.”  Joe had a great smirk running across his face as he got another idea.  

“We got to find more bugs,” Joe told Fido.

Fido let out a whimper of approval and licked his lips at the mention of another tiny tasty treat.