Poochie Cures Cancer HD: Berrylicious

A continuing saga into the realm of Poochie…

Poochie Cures Cancer HD

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“Boys and girls, Moms and Dads, brothers and sisters, cats and dogs…

Honey could hear the sun announcing a new adventure, and grumbled herself, “I bet she’s out there Shortcake skipping down her little Strawberry Lane, to tend to her Strawberry Garden, and clean her Cake made of Strawberry and walk her little Pupcake, in her Cake Made of Strawberry, cause she lives in a Cake made of Strawberry. Sleeping all night in a Cake made of Strawberry, cleaning her all day in a Cake made of Strawberry, and playing outside of a Cake made of Strawberry. Who am I talking about?”

Her purple companion chimed, “Strawberry Shortcake wouldn’t you know?”

Honey oozed a glare towards Puddin “I tell you what she can do, she can play with my pupcake, repay me for helping her win the baking contest, see how she berry likes that.”

Puddin’ leaned forward, “Aw, come on T, it’s not like you don’t have your…” She hesitated realizing her insensitive future words.

T. N. Honey whipped herself around, “What? Health? All the shortening in the world you and I combined, and all we could berry do is get me sick and turn you into a berry girl.”

“Me? I didn’t get you sick, you’re the one who decided she needed performance enhancing artificial sweetener injections, I told you that stuff was berry bad, but did you berry listen? Oh noooo, and now you have berry AIDs. You’re not icing that on me.”

“And don’t forget the cancer…”

“What cancer?”

“It’s short and purple. Besides, What do you have to complain about? Once we berried you up, you got to back to Strawberryland. But you don’t know you didn’t have to fall in berry love with him.”

“Hey, Huckleberry’s not a bad kid, I mean, pie, er, guy… besides who could resist a pad like that? I mean, it’s a skate park… with pie!” Plum Puddin rolded her shoulders, “Besides Strawberry Shortcake says there’s always room for more berry friends in her Worldwide Friendship Club… I mean look how long she put up with Pepperment Fizz.”

Honey stirred up a laugh, “Yeah, but when Cola disappeared… nobody asked questions. Besides, who cares about them…”

“If you didn’t care you wouldn’t be talking about us!” A dewy Raspberry Tart’s head popped into the window, looking in straight at them. T. N. Honey falls out of her chair, and Puddin rushes to her side.

“What are you!? The berry gestapo?”

Raspberry hopped away from the window, and comes into the front door, “Well, Ms. Honey, I’ve got to berry bad news that’s berry good to you might want to hear.”

“What’s that Tart?”

“Well, Strawberry Shortcake…” Suddenly Raspberrie’s hues began to widen and pool up, “Dammit! I knew Peppermint should’ve done this, she would’ve enjoyed it.” She took in a berry small breath and regained her control of her composure, “But that’s why I’m doing it, well… Strawberry Shortcake has fallen berry ill.”

This percolated Honey’s interest despite being decaffenaited for five years now, and made Plum Puddin’s stomach jiggle, “You mean she’s berry sick?”

Raspberry leaned in and put a hand to the wide of her mouth, “They think she’s got… berry cancer.” She spotted a cupcake on the table near her and stuffs it in her mouth whole and swallows, “Ugh, I’ve got such a weight problem, oh well, I’ll just throw it up later like berry always…”


Written by Asher Wolfstein

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