Frankie and Cheoah trapped by a menace! Each told the other, “I’m not going out there.” But one of them ventured outside first. Can you guess who?

Trapped!

When Typhoon wants to play, someone must join the games. He bounces, prances, dances and spins until a partner appears. Sometimes, debate breaks out about who, especially if it is nap time. Cheoah took the debate to Frankie’s crate to resolve the dilemma – who gets to be the lucky dog today? Or, maybe they just can wait out his current burst of energy.

Uh, oh. He’s bouncing.

No luck. Frankie and Cheoah continue hoping Typhoon will tire, but he will not go away. The pressure builds and Typhoon increases his bounciness. So who is going to be the first to venture outside to deal with the youngster? Both are insisting, “I am not going out there.”

Maybe if I close my eyes, he will just go away.

Nice try, Frankie, but ignoring the problem never works. Too much time has passed, hence someone must be brave. But, who will be first?

Oh, fine.

Cheesewhiz volunteers and steps out of the safety zone. The latest game of “chase-tackle-wrestle-bitey face-body slam-tag-you’re it” breaks out for the eleventy-seventh bazillion time for the day.

Game on!