My Dog’s a Hellhound

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[Intro – News Broadcast]
Breaking news tonight:
A suburban man reports his dog ain’t right.
Sparking chaos on Maple and 9th.
FBI agents are now on-site.

[Faint Whispers]
Trust no one…
Not even the dog...

[Soft eerie laugh]
Heh… Hahaha…

[Verse 1]
Last week, I took Rufus for a walk,
Neighbor froze - said, “That mutt just vanished in chalk.”
Mailman quit - said his eyes turned red,
Now he's binging X-Files, hiding in bed.

Thought it was stress, or just old chow,
Not demonic - just a weird dog now.
Then the priest dropped by, took one glance and froze:
“Your dog’s possessed,” and dropped his Oreos.

[Chorus]
My dog’s a hellhound, it’s the talk of the block
CNN outside, cops chalkin’ the walk.
Mulder leans in, “It’s extraterrestrial.”
Scully shrugs, “He’s chewing a tennis ball.”

[Verse 2 – FBI Investigation]
“Did you see lights? Or hear a chant?”
“Mulder, it’s bites. He’s not Damien’s plant.”

But Rufus keeps howling at ceiling fans,
Now the Vatican's DMing me on Instagram.

They argue in Latin, Scully stays firm,
Mulder quotes lore, the priest starts to squirm.
“I’ve seen demons,” he says, pale as cream,
Then Rufus belches fire - like it's routine.

[Bridge – Mulder & Scully Dialogue]
Scully… the truth’s in the chew toy.
Mulder, he’s literally just a boy.

I want to believe… good boy…

[Verse 3]
Oprah called: “Can Rufus come by?”
Dr. Phil warned: “That dog’s a sly guy.”
Netflix greenlit Dog from Hell,
Rufus just yawned, dug a portal by the well.

Animal Control? Gave me a ring:
“Your pup spoke Latin in a Hot Topic wing.”
“Finally - proof!” he cries aloud.
“Dogs don’t chant, Mulder - they bark too proud.”

[Chorus]
My dog’s a hellhound, the net’s gone wild,
Pentagon’s calling - “Is he hostile or mild?”
“It’s aliens!”
“It’s Satan’s child!”
Googles “Hellhound? Nah, just styled.”

[Verse 4]
Rufus sat wagging, calm as spring,
Father McNulty dropped everything.
“This... might be fate,” he whispered low.
“Or he’s just fat - too many Pup-Peroni, bro.”

They’re arguing theories - cryptids, jinn,
Mulder’s quoting Bigfoot again.
Then Rufus barked, shook paw like a knight,
Priest passed out, and Scully laughed light.

[Outro – News Closeout]
In a shocking twist, no evil found.
Just a spoiled pup with too much renown.
FBI’s packed, the case is done.
The priest? In therapy. Mulder? Still stunned.

[Mulder]
I still believe…

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[Intro – News Broadcast] Breaking news tonight: A suburban man reports his dog ain’t right. Sparking chaos on Maple and 9th. FBI agents are now on-site. [Faint Whispers] Trust no one… Not even the dog... [Soft eerie laugh] Heh… Hahaha… [Verse 1] Last week, I took Rufus for a walk, Neighbor froze - said, “That mutt just vanished in chalk.” Mailman quit - said his eyes turned red, Now he's binging X-Files, hiding in bed. Thought it was stress, or just old chow, Not demonic - just a weird dog now. Then the priest dropped by, took one glance and froze: “Your dog’s possessed,” and dropped his Oreos. [Chorus] My dog’s a hellhound, it’s the talk of the block CNN outside, cops chalkin’ the walk. Mulder leans in, “It’s extraterrestrial.” Scully shrugs, “He’s chewing a tennis ball.” [Verse 2 – FBI Investigation] “Did you see lights? Or hear a chant?” “Mulder, it’s bites. He’s not Damien’s plant.” But Rufus keeps howling at ceiling fans, Now the Vatican's DMing me on Instagram. They argue in Latin, Scully stays firm, Mulder quotes lore, the priest starts to squirm. “I’ve seen demons,” he says, pale as cream, Then Rufus belches fire - like it's routine. [Bridge – Mulder & Scully Dialogue] Scully… the truth’s in the chew toy. Mulder, he’s literally just a boy. I want to believe… good boy… [Verse 3] Oprah called: “Can Rufus come by?” Dr. Phil warned: “That dog’s a sly guy.” Netflix greenlit Dog from Hell, Rufus just yawned, dug a portal by the well. Animal Control? Gave me a ring: “Your pup spoke Latin in a Hot Topic wing.” “Finally - proof!” he cries aloud. “Dogs don’t chant, Mulder - they bark too proud.” [Chorus] My dog’s a hellhound, the net’s gone wild, Pentagon’s calling - “Is he hostile or mild?” “It’s aliens!” “It’s Satan’s child!” Googles “Hellhound? Nah, just styled.” [Verse 4] Rufus sat wagging, calm as spring, Father McNulty dropped everything. “This... might be fate,” he whispered low. “Or he’s just fat - too many Pup-Peroni, bro.” They’re arguing theories - cryptids, jinn, Mulder’s quoting Bigfoot again. Then Rufus barked, shook paw like a knight, Priest passed out, and Scully laughed light. [Outro – News Closeout] In a shocking twist, no evil found. Just a spoiled pup with too much renown. FBI’s packed, the case is done. The priest? In therapy. Mulder? Still stunned. [Mulder] I still believe…

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