"Oh, Jim," went Amelia, giving the love of her life a long, passionate kiss on the lips.

"Oh, Amelia," went Jim. "If only we could be more open about our secret marriage to each other!"

"I know, Jim," said Amelia sadly. "But we can't. You know Doppler would have our heads on spikes if he knew."

Jim chuckled, stroking some hair on his chest, because Jim did sexy things like that all the time.

"How angry can a dog really get over a cat?" said Jim.

But then there was a loud banging on the door. Doppler was home.

"It's my husband!" yelled Amelia. "Quick, hide in the closet!"

Amelia quickly looked in the mirror and fixed up her hair as Doppler stormed into the house.

"Hey, cat bitch!" he yelled. "There had better be a huge bowl of dog food with a bowl of beer next to it, or I'm going to give you rabies tonight!"

"Yes, Doppler!" went Amelia, puting on her maid outfit.

She then gave Doppler dog food and beer. Doppler ate, sat in front of the TV, smoked his pipe, got mad at the fucker who was always winning Jepordey, then went off to go to the bar with some of his dog friends. Amelia sighed with relief.

"It's okay, Jim," she said. "You can come out of the closet now."

"I can't believe you put up with that guy," said Jim.

"I have to. I need his money to support my gambling addiction," Amelia admitted.

"If something were to happen to him, would you inherit his money?"

"Yes, of course," said Amelia. "But why do you ask?"

"Because I think it's time we find out if all dogs truly do go to heaven or not," said Jim.

Amelia blinked.

"Shit, you're stupid," said Jim. "What I'm saying is that I'm going to kill your husband."

Then Jim hopped on his solar surfer, flew off, went to Pizza Planet, and then went off to find an old friend of his.

"If I'm going to kill Doppler," Jim said to himself, "I'm going to need Silver's help."