On September 15, 2026, two litters of American Corgis were born... one GOOD , one (trying really hard not to be) BAD , and one pup stuck in the MIDDLE ...

Jump to: Heroes ↓ Gray ↓ Villains ↓

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The Heroes arrived in the early hours of a peaceful, sleepy morning. Each one was absolutely perfect and parents Lizzy and Paco beamed with pride. But with seven hungry mouths gathered around the breakfast table,
things were getting a little crowded…

Across town, there was a new milk bar about to open, and Lizzy wondered how many

new customers would be arriving.

Later that day...
as storms rolled in and lightning lit the sky (no, not really—this is a comic story), Ivy (aka Poison Ivy) welcomed four very fat pups to her milk bar. Of course, she was busy working hard while Daddy Mojo was happily out playing with his friends… as usual. All four bellied right up to the milk bar and drank themselves into a stupor… as “bad” pups often do.

Back in Hero territory...

A decision had to be made. Lizzy knew Ivy had room for one more at the bar—but sending a Hero to live with the Villains? What if he started following in their paw steps?

Still, a little more elbow room at mealtimes sounded pretty good for one of her sweet pups. They would miss having him among their little angels, but giving their pup the very best start was the heroic thing to do...

.....even if it meant asking Poison Ivy for a favor.

meanWhile...

the Villains were sleeping off their latest trip to the bar, a new little pup joined their gang.

He was a little smaller than they were, but tough and strong. Ivy (aka Poison Ivy) knew that

adding another member to her gang could give her littles a better chance of standing up to

Little Miss Goodie Two Blues (aka Lizzy) and her perfect little angels!
So she welcomed him with open paws.

Little Gray…

Born a Hero but raised in a rowdy crowd of Villains , I'm not quite sure where I belong or what destiny has in store for me. But what I do know is... if the "good" guys wear white and the "bad" guys wear black...Gray is the right name for me. For now, I'm just going to enjoy the unlimited milk bar my foster siblings frequent, get fat, and worry about the possible consequences later…

...Yeah. That sounds like a great plan.