INVESTIGATION REPORT

FILE NAME : ASGARD

A new day was beginning at the superheroes' headquarters. Everything seemed peaceful and the morning promised to start calmly with a good breakfast of hot cinnamon oatmeal and pancakes as they awaited whatever adventure the day might bring.

But at exactly 10:00 AM sharp, the sound of a new crime shattered the silence.

A mysterious noise echoed through the halls. A plushie ripped? A slipper vanished? A chair suspiciously licked?

They weren’t sure what yet… but the Superheroes already had a hunch about who the great perpetrator of these outrageous incidents was.

They had seen this pattern before. Crimes committed on a lightning speed, and the suspect always vanished before being seen.

This could only mean one thing: It was time for a serious investigation to uncover the criminal’s secret hideout.

Detectives in charge : Superhero 2 and Superhero 3 geared up and took charge of the mission. They’d been following the paw prints, the mysterious fluff trails, and the upside-down trash can lids for days. They were ready, this time.

Walkie-talkies in hand, magnifying glass and a dramatic song playing in their ears.

They began their search, room by room, inside the brave Superheroe's base.

INVESTIGATION STARTS

Detective 2 : Dispatch! We’ve got another code FLUFFY527.

I repeat, plushie down. This one’s missing both legs, a squeaker, and a face. copy?

Detective 3 : Copy that!. Is it the same perp as last time? The Two-Eared Cyclone?

Detective 2 : Affirmative!! Subject is a German Shepherd with one upright ear and one droopy like a sleepy pancake. He's built like a pyramid with paws. Over.

Detective 3 : Dang it. That ear combo again. You sure it’s him?

Detective 2 : Trail of white stuffing, cracked cereal box, and an upside-down potted plant scream Yes. Also, he just vaulted over the couch like it was a bolt in the Olympics. Over.

Detective 3 : This guy’s a one-dog demolition squad. Does he ever run out of energy?

Detective 2 : Not even once. I saw him pull the leash to the door, tie it around the coat rack, and bark like he scheduled his own walk. Over.

Detective 3 : Alright!, I’m bringing chew-proof handcuffs and six peanut butter bones. Let’s take this pup down before he flips the coffee table again.

Detective 2 : Copy! He just bounced off the bed, made eye contact with me mid-air, and took off with a slipper in his mouth. He knows now!

Detective 3 : Wait! I’ve got visual now. Subject located under the coffee table, chewing what looks like... oh no ... that....was....my favorite sock. I’m going in!. Over.

Detective 2 : Use caution! That floof missile has a history of emotional disarmament.

Don’t look directly into the big brown eyes. I repeat, don't look into the brown eyes!! Over.

Detective 3 : Too late... He rolled over!. Belly exposed. Tail wagging like a windshield wiper on turbo. He's making little happy huffs... I....I..... I can’t, he just booped my knee with his nose.

Detective2 : Noooo, stay with me!!. You can do it! you are stronger than this!.

Detective 3 : I’m petting him. He licked my badge.... I’ve been compromised. We’re not arresting him. We’re adoring him. Over.

Detective 2 : Understood!. Cancel backup. I’m bringing belly rub reinforcements and a squeaky toy. Investigation over and forever out.

CASE REPORT CLOSED : CUTENESS CONQUERS ALWAY

Despite the wreckage of plush toys, shattered plates, and flipped furniture, there’s one undeniable truth: 

The suspect named Asgard is guilty of being unbearably cute.

The German Shepherd cyclone is not just chaos on four legs, he’s a walking heartmelter and no matter how many toys fall in battle, one thing never changes: He adores the superheroes more than anything.

Every day, while superhero 1 works on the computer, he curls up loyally beside her feet like a fluffy little bodyguard. If she gets up, he follows..... to the kitchen, to the couch, even into the bathroom. No privacy. No exceptions. Love is like that, take it or leave it.

He gives love with his whole being and demands it right back. Paw taps, nose nudges, full-body tackles of affection.

When the superheroes come home, it’s instant tag mode, laughter echoing, and one dog always slightly too fast for his own good. He might knock over a plant........again.

But at night, when the headquarters settles, he finally lies down beside one of them, tail wagging in slow motion, eyes full of devotion and the world is quiet.

Except for the soft squeak of a toy he definitely wasn’t supposed to find......oooopsy!

CASE MIGHT REOPEN - CUDDLES GUARANTEED