Trancua did an updated version of Impy. XD I particularly like this version because of the eyes. Look at how evil she looks. 8P Everyone's favorite British Monster-beagle is likely up to no good. Also, check out the hair-color of the week! XD

Thanks again  Trancua!

Meanwhile;

The Studebaker's tires barked, throwing gravel leaves in their wake. Moleesha scratched at the glass, whining just loud enough to be heard over the roaring engine and booming music. "Impy! You're going way too fast!"

"No way!" The beagle snorted, the throwing of her head sending a flash of colors. "I've taken this road at ninety. This is nothing compared to how I drove back home."

Moleesha pinned herself hard against the seat, tugging the safety belt a little tighter, mashing one breast. "Does Dr. Slater know you drive like this?"

"You've never been in the car when Doc. drives, have you?" The beagle's gold tooth flashed as she smiled. Her yellow eyes never left the road, running curves way before they began.

"She can't be worse?" Moleesha trembled and cringed.

"No way! She's all perfect, hand signals, ten and two, all that stuff." Impy giggled, calling to mind the image of a hunched Dr. Slater holding one hand out the window.

"I wish the Doctor was here," She mumbled and then squealed at a gray flash in front of the car. "Bunny!" She screamed.

The beagle's eyes darted to the rear view momentarily. "He's cool, he was already across."

"How are you so calm about this?" Molee's glasses hid the horror in her eyes.

"I'm just a really bad dog." Impy gave a golden grin bobbing to her music. The car slowed as the Slater Estate came into view.

The mole's cheeks ran red with blush, "Sometimes I wish I was a bad girl." She hummed.

"You totally could be." Impy smiled.

"Really?"

"Sure, we just need to get you some jean shorts and a few t-shirts from awesome bands." The Beagle's yellow eyes glowed with an evil light, then faded as her lips twitched. "The only problem is the Doc. will make you wear one of these." As the car stopped and the engine died, Impy dropped her shorts. From the lip of her open fly sprung a silver lock. "Bad girls get belted."

Moleesha's nose twitched and her snaggle tooth ground against her lips. "So being a good girl does have advantages!"

Art ©  Trancua
Impy ©  Oscil