"Squeak!" Jared squeaked when Shaggy applied pressure around the teenager's now rubberized body.
He squeaked again, trying to form the word "I'm sorry" in a convincing fashion.
"As are all men once they lose the upper hand," the strange female's voice popped into his mind. "They'll say anything to regain their dominance."
"Squeak!" Jared felt Shaggy chomp down with renewed enthusiasm. Drool slickened his rubber, bone-shaped body.
He heard arrogant laughter that faded and left him alone with the family dog. "Squeak!"
Jared tried to beg Shaggy for help. "Squeak!" His own dog forced him to squeak every time it chewed on Jared's rubber form.
He "felt" Shaggy carry him to a corner of the yard near the hedge. He "felt" himself dropped to the ground and, with his weird new chew-toy vision, he saw Shaggy's enormous, fuzzy form looming over him.
The dog's shaggy form launched into motion. Jared "saw" dirt go flying as the dog ripped into the sod with his forepaws. He couldn't figure out what had motivated Shaggy's bout of digging frenzy.
The dog looked into the hole. Satisfied, it picked up its toy. "Squeak! Squeak!"
The dog listened to the appealing squeaks, but that didn't stop him from dropping the toy into the hole after forcing one last "squeak!"
"Wait!" Jared thought mutely.
Shaggy began raking some of the dirt and sod back into the hole, covering the chew toy.
"Shaggy!" Jared begged, unable to make any sound until a heavy clod dropped onto him and produced a half-hearted squeak.
All too soon, the dog finished, leaving Jared buried with nothing to break the monotony.
He hoped Shaggy would miss him enough to eventually dig him up, but he knew how Shaggy would more likely forget about him all too soon.