Tactical Dalmatians and Day-Old Crullers

My phone is broken and I had to run around all day today to fix all issues related to the phone!! so I didn’t have time to create anything today. So Here’s Buddy video. Fuel lines primed means shore leave for the captain. I scrambled down from my ramp and marched straight into the firehouse garage while the noon bay doors were gaping wide. Engine Three sat parked like an enormous red dragon, but it was desperately lacking pastry support! Spotting a shiny yellow firefighter helmet resting upside down on the running board, I lugged over a crinkled wax paper sack of leftover day-old apple fritters from my donut raid. I hauled myself up the diamond-plate step, dumped the powdered fritters directly into the helmet like an edible punch bowl, and accidentally leaned my plush backside against the airhorn lanyard. A deafening, glorious HONK shook the rafters, sending three burly firefighters rushing out with wide grins. When Captain Miller caught me standing beside the powdered helmet, he burst into a belly laugh and scooped up a sugary bite, giving me a crisp salute!