Davis was a human boy, about eight or so. He had a dog he called ‘Dogwin’, because when he received Dogwin (a hyper, needy jack Russell/Collie combo), he had just finished reading ‘The Voyage of the Beagle’, and, well, you know how young minds work. Davis was intoxicated with the idea of adventure, and what better adventure partner to have than a hyper, needy, ADHD jack Russell Collie combo named Dogwin?
There might’ve been one better partner in Davis’s estimation. A girl—eight or so—named Gwendolyn, who lived down the street, and had long brown hair, was covered in freckles, and was missing one of her front teeth. Davis would’ve liked to have her on his adventure team very much. He would even let her carry the map.
Little did he know, he would have that opportunity shortly; Indeed, within a matter of days, Davis’s adventure team would consist not only of Gwendolyn, Dogwin, and himself, but also Davis’s little brother Pete, a talking rock from outer space named Sam, a magician called Francis Coffey, and a heat averse demon named Liffick.
Who says there’s nothing to do in the suburbs?