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"Look. I don't have any fucking fish right now," Barry was trying to explain to the hungry polar bear cub. "I just need to do one thing and then we can go, okay?"

Of course trying to tell that to a bear cub who was giving you pleading looks with her giant eyes wasn't going to work.

"Here," Barry said flipping on a monitor. "Watch something on TV. This will take less than a minute. See? It's that Bollywood musical you like. Right?"

Two seconds later it didn't matter what kind of work Barry had to because he was suddenly small and furry.

//Seriously. What the fuck?// Barry howled/moaned. //Really? Right fucking now?//

The polar cub on the other hand seemed quite delighted by the change of events. Especially at having such a furry new friend!

//Fine!// Barry barked. //Let's find some fish. God damn it.//

Yep. It was going to be one of those weeks.

The past week had been a trying one. Especially when you're a genius stuck in the body of a grumpy looking puppy. And two people insist on dressing you up in silly puppy outfits.

Kathy and Elsa would pay for that really. Well... mostly Kathy.

However one thing that Barry insisted/barked on was that he be allowed walkies back into his lab to monitor his long term experiments and analyze his current. It was difficult to accomplish in puppy form with puppy paws but somehow Barry had managed.

Probably much to the chagrin of Elsa and Kathy who were no doubt bored out their skulls since Barry would start barking if they tried to put another Bollywood musical on his monitors.

( And that's when Barry got naked... )