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After Spencer bids him good riddance, he is killed by the hackers and stands before the gates of heaven. But - what’s this? After a life of putting dangerous criminals behind bars, he’s locked out?
He complains to the angel blocking his entrance, only to find out he needs to go through the J.R.P. program before he can enter. That’s the Jerk Redemption program, otherwise known as sensitivity training boot camp, which to his horror consists of non-stop Oprah and Dr. Phil reruns. Or he can go back to earth and help Justin’s dysfunctional family. Spencer opts for the lesser of two evils, to help Justin. 2014-08-20 21:38:11 GMT 2014-08-24 21:00:00 (GMT -05:00) Eastern Time (US & Canada) Yes (click here to learn more about ) Closed 16 15 0 direct invitation(s) have been sent by the voice seeker resulting in 0 audition(s) and/or proposal(s) so far. Voice123 SmartCast is seeking 25 auditions and/or proposals for this project (approx.) Invitations sent by SmartCast have resulted in 16 audition(s) and/or proposal(s) so far.
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YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!
With another tedious school day behind him, Justin moped on his bed. He didn't feel like doing anything. Nothing seemed to be worth it, so why bother?
Quit feeling sorry for yourself and get up. Spencer stood from his spot next to the bed. If you want to be my partner, you have to carry your own weight.
Justin eyed Spencer suspiciously. “What are you looking at?”
I'm looking at a marshmallow with ears.
Justin stretched his arms over his headboard, rested his head on the wood, and closed his eyes. “Reality alert. Just because I wear that hardware doesn’t mean I need anyone. Especially you,” he huffed. “I spiffed up my motor scooter so it runs almost thirty miles an hour. There isn't a machine built that I can't operate. People need me, not the other way around.” Justin sighed and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. He reached for his leg braces.
Spencer snatched them away, dragging the metal hardware to the room's far corner.
“What's going on, Flea Circus?” Justin shouted. “I need those.”
Spencer dragged pillows onto the floor, and then took hold of Justin's sleeve. He pulled at him and whined. You’ve got to learn how to walk again.. Now get off that lazy butt of yours and work it!
Justin’s face flushed. He ground his teeth and stared at the leg braces.
“When I hurt myself, this is on you,” Justin snapped at Spencer, but clenched the bedpost tightly, and pushed to a stand. He closed his eyes and ignored the pain, concentrating on contracting his thigh muscles. The strain made his legs feel stronger. Cautiously, he let go of the bedpost, put one foot forward and collapsed on the pillows.
“Forget it. I'm useless. I can't do anything.”
Spencer tugged at Justin's sleeve. No pain, no gain.
With much grumbling Justin tried again, and hit the floor again. “Crap-a-doodle doo!” But he got up without Spencer's coaxing. He tried over and over again, plopping down on pillows with grunts and groans. Finally he sat to rub the ache from his arms. Satisfied with Justin's efforts, Spencer fetched his leg braces.
“I could have gotten them myself. Why am I even talking to you?”
Spencer innocently stared at him. Because I’m your sunshine on a cloudy day? Get over yourself, snot!
Justin put his braces on. “You're a stupid dog. What do you even know about people?”
Spencer trotted out of the room, and returned with a book from the living room shelves. He flopped it down on a pillow.
Justin read the title aloud, “Understanding the Psychology of People in Today's World.” He looked at the dog with bent brows. “Holy psycho moly. This ain't happening. No. This is just some stupid coincidence. All right, how about you bring me Lassie?”
Spencer walked to Justin's own bookshelf and picked out Rin Tin Tin. Lassie's a wuss. Read Rin Tin Tin, he's my type of dog.
“I said Lassie,” Justin demanded.
Okay. But Rin Tin Tin can kick Lassie's butt any day of the week. Spencer dropped Lassie at Justin's feet.
“You're freaking me out!”
Spencer snickered but it came out as a whine. You ain't seen nothing yet.
Justin eyed the ceiling thoughtfully. “Wait, I got an idea. I'll show you you're not as smart as you think, dog.”
Rummaging through his top drawer, he grabbed a deck of cards and shuffled. He dealt three of them face-up, “Okay, which one's the jack of hearts?”
Spencer put his paw on the jack. Justin just stared.
“The ace of spades?”
Spencer picked the ace of spades.
Justin laid out three more cards, the eight of hearts, the two of clubs, and the jack of diamonds, and quizzed again.
Spencer got all the cards right.
Justin's eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Okay, pick the joker.”
Spencer lifted his paw and slowly circled the cards before placing it on Justin's right shoulder. He tried to laugh, but a wiggly howl came out instead.
Reality alert! Spencer flashed his doggy grin.
Justin fell back in amazement, his eyes like saucers.
“I can't believe this. This isn't happening. You're just a dog, how can you know all that? How can you do it?”
Justin cradled Spencer's head and gazed in wonder. “I'm in the twilight zone. No one is ever going to believe me. I can't tell anyone. If I did, it's 'hello looney bin'.”
Spencer’s eyelids were getting heavy. I’ll just take a little doggie nap. Wake me up for dinner. Spencer laid his head down and fell asleep.
The sun moved in fast motion and swept across the lawn until it hid in the clouds. Spencer opened his eyes slowly after his hour-long nap. Justin still sat wide-eyed in front of him, in the same position he was before Spencer fell asleep. His eyes gazed in amazement.
Spencer startled. Wow. When was the last time you blinked?
Justin shook his head again and repeated, “I just don't get it.”
Spencer tugged at Justin's sleeve, leading him into the garage, to his scooter.
“Where do you want to go? You've got me curious now.”
Justin sat on his motor scooter, and started it up. Spencer led him through residential neighborhoods, the city park, and into the cemetery. There he stopped and barked.
Justin scanned the headstones uneasily. Too quiet, the place seemed to absorb all sound. The small hairs raised on the back of his neck, and his arms goose-bumped. He followed Spencer down rows of graves. Some brightly colored flowers broke the dread.
Spencer stopped in front of a gravestone with fresh sod and flower wreaths. The engraving read - I am the light of the world, John 8:12. Lieutenant Spencer Watley - May 4th 1973 to July 11th 2009. A laminated newspaper article featuring a photo of Pepper and Spencer had been shellacked onto its
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