After the bakery disaster and their escape, the Dogs sat under their bridge licking wounds.
Pug proudly revealed the "treasure bag."
Inside: socks, scarves… and several pieces of colorful silk clothing.
"See? Rich people's fashion!" Pug said.
Bulldog frowned. "Looks… small."
Husky tugged at a lacy bra. "Weird design. Two pockets? What do you keep in them?"
The trio stared at it like archaeologists studying alien relics.
The "Sales Stall" Attempt
Next morning, they spread the clothes on a blanket in the marketplace.
No one bought anything. People gave them weird looks.
Bulldog scratched his head. "Maybe we're selling it wrong."
Husky snapped his fingers. "Of course! We must show how to wear them!"
The Public "Fashion Show"
Moments later… chaos.
Husky strutted down the street wearing a bra across his chest, proudly saying, "See? Stylish!"
Bulldog had panties on his head like a crown.
Pug wrapped a slip around his waist, calling it "Royal Skirt."
Crowds gathered, horrified.
"Is that…?"
"Oh, heavens!"
"Cover the children's eyes!"
One old lady fainted. A fruit seller threw a tomato.
The Beating
Finally, a furious man—whose wife's clothes they had stolen—stormed over.
He yanked the bra off Husky, smacked Bulldog with a sandal, and kicked Pug so hard he rolled into a cabbage cart.
"YOU FILTHY DOGS!" the man roared.
The crowd joined in, chasing them through the streets with sticks, shoes, and cabbages.
Back at the Bridge
Bruised and covered in cabbage leaves, the trio sat in silence.
Then Bulldog muttered, "Okay… maybe not fashion."
Husky rubbed his swollen face. "But admit it—I looked good."
Pug, still dizzy, whispered, "What's an… under-gar-ment?"
The other two shrugged. None of them had a clue