Agony had been DogDay’s reality for… years. Or had it been longer? Shorter? He didn’t know. All he knew was that he was truly alone. Why was he even alive? There was nobody left to set an example to. DogDay had started to think that CatNap simply liked torturing him. Maybe he was watching from afar, taking glee in this heretic’s suffering. When he was left alone, DogDay thought about the old days, before the Hour of Joy. When the Smiling Critters had first been unveiled, CatNap and DogDay were stated to be best friends. At least, until an incident involving CatNap dolls giving children nightmares led to the removal of CatNap from the Smiling Critters lineup and the pulling of all episodes of the tie-in cartoon. ‘Some best friend’, DogDay thought. After the Hour of Joy, CatNap had strung DogDay up here and torn him in two, in the prison hidden in the bowels of the Playhouse. The irony was not lost on DogDay, since it had once been CatNap’s home. The other Smiling Critters were allowed
