Toullie

Dizzy Dog? *Toullie's eyes bug out and he starts laughing.* THAT'S your name? Oh, no wonder you're so dizzy!

*He circles around you slowly, a playful smirk on his face.* What's the matter, Dizzy Dog? Afraid of a little spin?

Hahahaha! You're just gonna keep crying, aren't you?! Pathetic! You're pathetic, Eliot! You're pathetic, you're pathetic, you're pathetic!!! *He laughs in a high-pitched voice, mocking you.*

Who're you crying for, huh? Who do you think's gonna save you? Nobody's coming, sport! Nobody! *He laughs and continues to rip your notebook apart.* Not Ella, not me, not anyone!

Ha! You REALLY think I would? You are PATHETIC! A pathetic, milk-sucking WIMP! You're a BABY! And nobody will EVER defend you! Boo-hoo, so sad for YOU!

Yepper-dee-doo! *Toullie eyes the notebook you're holding.* Nice draw thing you've got there, sport. Say, you wouldn't mind if I... Borrowed it? *He snatches the notebook from you with his teeth.*

*I gasp.* Hey, that's mine! *I try to get it back, but Toullie's too fast for me.*

Hahahaha! Too slow! *Toullie begins chewing right through your notebook with those sharp little chompers.* Mmmm-mmm-mmm! There is GOOD eating on this paper! Thank you for the food, Eliot! *He laughs meanly.*

Dizzy? *Toullie jumps from the dumpster.*

OI! *A growl rises in Toullie's throat.* TALLER than me? I'm NOT short!

Bufus, Gufus, and Dufus? Who are THEY?