Redhawk Caldera A-a-and clean this place up or dungeon!

A second later, something heavy had fallen onto his head, and Fidget squirmed uncomfortably. He could hardly breathe under his brother, and his tiny pudgy legs flailed until he was able to free his snoot from under his brother's bum. The air was much fresher out here, and he took a few deep breaths to recover from his temporary lack of oxygen.

Fidget's tiny soft paw pads pushed against the floor, trying to free himself from under Screech. Unfortunately, he didn't quite have the strength to do so, even after much struggling and wiggling (something he was very good at). The boy paused to rest for a time, panting as much as a little pupper like himself could.