New York 2011, midnight, Two dark strangers meet together to deal with their arch-enemy, they plan of hideous veggies and slushies. They want out of all the oppression and double crossing (colloquial). As they plan out in the dark confines of an old abandoned barnyard. One of them lights a cigar, as the ashes dropped to the ground with a little bit of spark still in them, their argument gets heated, CRASHES a figure through the already broken window and slips behind some barrels, tripping a few. "Caine? Here? Damn you", says one of the thugs and reaches for his gun. Before you know it, Caine with his shaggy built pounces at him and pummels him SMACK! CKUF! till he bleeds. The other villain of this story takes his Cutlass (Cut-Lass, lol) and waves it, either scarily or scared. SLIT! and few drops of scarlet Diabetic blood drips. The man hurls the hero towards the door and there he lies in excruciating pain (Caine in Pain, ha). By this time the gasoline from the dropped barrels has flowed towards the sparks and SSA!, flames are conceived and evolves due to two fuel sources (liquid and gas). An explosion thrusts our hero towards the open, outside the barn, Safe, or atleast safer than the other two who probably have vaporised. "Well that teaches those Ogres to deal with an Enemisfortuner" says Caine........
His birth, though is unspecified (of course it happened :P), Caine was brought up in a pet store with 5 other cuter, smarter and more attractive competing bitchy dogs. He was given a very unique and unorthodox name for a dog, 'TOMMY'. One day, it so happened that a bitch-like-witch-like-woman came to the store looking for a dog to experiment on ( possibly bewitch). She didn't care for cuteness and so she put her hand forward to lift Tommy, the others couldn't accept rejection, they pushed away Tommy. But the Witch was adamant, She caught hold of Tommy and as she was lifting him, Tommy was annoyed and bit her finger. Her ring (along with the digitus me´dius or middle finger) slipped and slid through Tommy's throat. Now this witch who could no longer express her non-violent anguish at the society, raised her other fingers to cast a spell. A few feet away, the care taker who was taking care of the supposed pet Python, slipped on a banana-slug (eww!) and shattered the glass. 10 SECONDS and The python was stuffed (7 bodies full). It so happened that by the time the python had swallowed Tommy's competitors, he was full and Tommy's body was spared.
Tommy lived through the streets, eating rich food falling from shopaholic and chocaholic victims to his jinxed ring (technically victims to lawless NYPD drivers) and drinking ale straight from collapsed owners (lawless NYPD drivers). During his loafing and travelling a few years later, In Massachusetts, an old Woman living near the MIT building, who was walking by, fell into a Manhole (Irony!) and was never found again. And so it happened that Tommy found a new place to stay, the oldie's. MIT students who visited the place realised that the dog was not normal, It was not only cute-enough but also solved math sums. One of The students was Ill-Will Hunting, a really lazy and shrewd lad, who gave Tommy all his home work and teased him. Though in later times, we see Mr.Hunting affected by Cerebral Palsy due to a paper cut at a sensitive area, the other students befriended Tommy. They called him 'Eniac', for his ability to compute or rather Super-Compute. Eniac lived a very happy Kingly Play-dog life, alone at the mansion and now with multi-species friends.
Winnie the pooh (pooh = faeces :P) was restricted honey, where Babe is not a shepherd-pig but shepherd-ham, where Garfield is cryogenically frozen and awoken only on Mondays. The worst of the worst, and further worst, Eniac was made to do Gymnastics and Yoga, and not Math (Oh The agony!). He did however learn the Old-Dog Tricks like Jump, Roll-Over and Play dead:
Jump - At Heart Patients and pregnant Pedestrians
Roll-Over - Stray animals adding to road kill or 'test subjects'
Play Dead - While the inquisitive people are pick-pocketed
Of course, the potty training took time, since there weren't many flushes attached to doors and windows. His other talents were misused by the scientific minds. Like, his super computer brain was used to calculate the angle and distance travelled by a potentially dangerously smelly Yellow Water balloon, the surface of a house to be 'TP'ed (Toilet papered) and his enemisfortunia was used against Attention seekers in the form of manholes.
Eniac was not disheartened by any of this, As he was made to do the unspeakable yogic posture, Smoochasana, something unspeakable happened, A banana-slug (eww!) from outside fell on Bugs Bunny's Broccoli (Call PETA!) and he puked straight on Pooh's head who's clumsy ass fell on Babe's Roasted Ribs which disrupted Garfield's freezing contraption and Garfield defrosted and awoke giving out a yawn of relief. All the animals were bewildered and they smashed their way out of Captivity, Even our hero, Eniac. That was the day he swore vengeance on all the thugs who spread evil, To avenge all the banana-slugs that have been eww-ed, To murder and mug all murderers and muggers. That's the day a Vigilante was born, a dog who was now experienced in Closed-Combat and trained in embarrassing PDAs. The Yogic ASSana's would definitely come in handy, so will the special magical smelly ring that has been working offstage, in the bowels of a new Owner. This Vigilante named himself CAINE, reverse of ENIAC.
That brings us back to the continuation of our initial para. The two dark strangers in question were the partly digested (PET STORE) Owner and a partly Paralysed Ill-Will Hunting. Sadly Neither of them survived the blast, however cops did find a little piece of roasted Babe. And so we have a safe and indestructible Shag-gy dog who's success rate is more than that of Hugh Hefner's getting laid (to rest) ! A hero everyone can look down upon. A disgrace to the canine society but a hope for all mankind. It's like Caine's imaginary pet Andamani used to say "With great Chance comes great Productivity". And so Caine lived happily ever after, having had his revenge and procreated enough strays which have unreasonable vengeances of their own against the society (Read: Year 2012).
To all those seeking morals and Family Values, I suggest you read something else, like "ImPERVious". But as for this moral-lessly diabolically meaninglessly insane story,