Bernie was lounging in the basement of DabCity, again, going through boxes and filing away old invoices, making sure they were all ready for the big move. It surprised him still just how many boxes Puppy had pissed on instead of filing. People thought the retirement home smelled bad? Should get a whiff of this basement.

He had filed away the last of the boxes and was just working on getting up when his personal man servant, I mean good friend, Koehler approached to let him know that Chong was ready. He put his hand on Koehler’s shoulder and hoisted himself up, before patting him on the same shoulder.

“Koehler, could I have you gather the Pup, you may have to chase him down. He gets a little excited. I also need you to grab Albino and Mortician. Me and Chong need them in the big office, upstairs third door on the left. I’ve put some artificial grass there in case the meeting goes long for Pup.“

Koehler looked at Bernie, not quite liking taking commands. “Fuck off old man.” Before nodding and walking off to get everyone gathered. Bernie shook his head, whispering something about the damned youth these days not knowing how to talk to their elders, before making his way to the grand office where Chong was awaiting him.

“Big day Dabfather. You’ll be making your way to Downtown soon, I imagine?”

Bernie looked over at Chong, who still had giant bags under his eyes, clearly still exhausted from the week’s events. Bernie was tired too, though he had quickly learned to hide it. Never show weakness his father had said. Some lessons never really go away. He was shaken from his inner monologue when Chong began to speak; “As soon as the movers get here I’d imagine. What are you going to do with this place anyway, and have you gathered the others?”

Bernie smiled as he looked around the place he’d spent so much time in. “I’m thinking we’ll keep it. The building is great. May need aired out a bit because of Pup, but it’s got good bones. Could be a good place for Mortician to run his practice out of.”

Chong nodded, clearly in relief that the place would be kept. “Good, good. We’ve worked hard on this place.” They were just about to have a drink when they heard paws skidding and barking, the others had arrived. Bernie opened the door and pointed them to their seats, a nice comfy elevated chair for Pup, and a more standard gold velvet armchair for Albino and Mortician. He walked behind the desk and stood to the right hand of Chong.

“Thank you everyone for coming. Chong and I have a few things we would like to discuss. I’ll let Chong begin.”

Bernie gestured toward Chong, who nodded and began to speak. “When the movers arrive, I will be making my way to Downtown. After the tragic events with Velvet, I have been asked to take on the role of Godfather-Chairman. Doing so, means that I will need someone to set up under me as Underboss, a role that Bernie has served so well these last few months. For that, I would like Puppy to have that role.”

Chong paused as he sparked up his bong and took a long draw. “Now, that leaves what happens to the rest of the city. Albino, you have worked tirelessly at keeping DabCity running at its best since we kicked Bern to the Retirement Home. For that, I would like to reward you with Pasadena. It will be yours to run as you see fit. Which leaves Hollywood. Bernie, you’ve served admirably, and as such it’s only fitting that you continue to build on our foundation here. As a result, Hollywood will go to you. Now, you mentioned you had a few words?”

Bernie nodded and straightened his suit out, before beginning to speak. “Thank you Dabfather. With me taking over day to day operations of Hollywood, I will need an underboss. As you may have gathered, Mortician, that is where you come in. I would like you to set up shop as my underboss in Hollywood. We’ve already made room here in the basement to house your err, deadly ambitions, along with the upper for the more day to day functions.”

Bernie smiled at the three men before them, as Chong’s eyes turned more bloodshot, just as the movers pulled up to the front door and started blasting their horns.

Chong looked out the passenger side window of his giant limo as the movers moved the last of the boxes from DabCity Headquarters. There was always a measure of sadness with moving, but excitement as well. He was moving to Downtown, Los Angeles, and had been tasked with Godfather-Chairman. It was a huge honor, and something that he did not take lightly. He pulled a blunt from his suit pocket, and lit it up, before the driver started driving away.

Upon arriving Downtown, he stepped out of the limo and made his way to the podium that had been set up previously.

“Ladies and Gentleman, thank you for gathering here today. These last few days have been quite taxing, and you’ll forgive me if I’m short here. It is with great honor that I stand here today to take the reins of Godfather-Chairman in Los Angeles. Velvet did a wonderful job here, and I look forward to continuing her legacy, while expanding on my own that started in Hollywood. I would like to take this opportunity to thank the members of Los Angeles, both current and those moving, for everything they have done recently, and for banding together so tightly to keep Los Angeles strong. I wouldn’t be here without you, and Los Angeles wouldn’t be so strong without you. Thank you.”

Chong took a deep breath and nodded his head solemnly.

“As I said though, I’m not going to be long winded here, there is work to be done and money to be made. Let’s get to work everyone!”

After a long flight from New York City, he found himself at HQ again. Still recovering from his jetlag, he notices the front door's unlocked.
Being somewhat on edge due to the recent events, he steps inside gun loaded and cocked in his right hand. 

"Management! Coming in!

TOM heard voices down in the basement, which was weird since that was Puppy 's domain. Opening the basement door he finds an old man wearing diapers going through some boxes stored away. Confused as to what was going on here he could clearly smell the stench of urine.
When he was about to call for social services to pick up the man that seemed clearly lost, the man turned around and TOM saw his face.

"Bernie! You gave me quite a scare their man! How are you doing old friend, great to see ya!"

He lights up some grass and passes it to Bernie. Not sure how to ask for what had to be asked...

"Say Bernie, not to be a DICK but...when's the last time you took a shower? The smell is unbearable down here."

Bernie picks up a lighter from the desk behind him and throws it at TOM's head.

"Don't go blaming me for Puppy 's mess! Jesus Christ! Can a fella get some respect up in this bitch?!" 

TOM chuckles and grabs the lighter off the floor. Apologizing to Bernie for his assumptions, he notices Harper and Albino coming home.
He could feel something in the air tonight. Like that song from Phil, no not that Phil! 

Kanzi walks around the new LA wearing a nice new suit and throwing money up into the air! 

Now this is a City, I'm ready to help in any way possible to build LA as much as possible 

When Charles had the chance, he stepped forward and began to speak.

"Ladies and gentlemen", he tipped his hat here, "that recent days have been chaotic and painful for all of us, everyone knows. Just as everyone knows that moving forward is necessary. Here I am, wishing from the bottom of my heart that you guys do a great job in Los Angeles, which you've already been doing, of course, but now under the full command of Mr. Chong. Mr. Chong, altough you are a man I'm getting to know now, your name precedes you and I look forward to working with you, sir, in this new era of our lives. As for Bernie, a man I am glad to be able to call a friend, I know what you are capable of and I know you will be an extremely important factor in the rebuilding of our world. So, I believe you all have made wise decisions regarding to your new captains and district leaders and I have nothing left but to wish you all good luck."

Tipping his hat again, Charles slowly mingled with the crowd.

Albino's grin grew, stretching ear-to-ear. After the turmoil of the last few days, Los Angeles needed some good news to cheer them up. As his Right Hand, Albino knew how much the city of Los Angeles meant to Chong. He lived, breathed and bled LA. New York would always hold a special place in his heart, it was where he made his bones and founded his family, but since his move to LA, he'd poured his heart and soul into the city's future. In LA's infancy, they'd suffered two great losses in Admiral and Velvet, so it was about time the city had some good news to celebrate.

Albino threw his arms around Fuhrer Godfather-Chairman Chong, embracing him warmly,
"Congratulations, bossman. I'm over the moon for you. When I saw you leave that house after slaying the old Godfather of Hollywood, I thought I could never be happier for you. But now you've outdone yourself. You're going to make an outstanding Godfather-Chairman, there's no doubt in my mind."

Albino turned to Bernie, chucking him a wink,
"Godfather Bernie, eh? It's about damn time! How long have you been dreaming of this moment?! It must be years - it feels like years!" Albino chuckled, throwing his arms around him and patting him on the back, "Good fucking work, my brother. Well deserved."

Albino then looked at Puppy, his smile growing some more,
"Our little Pup and his own crew... Un-fucking-believable." Albino scruffed Pup's hair, embracing him next, "I'm so pleased for you, man. You've put in so much effort for Hollywood. You earned this, cherish it." Albino released the embrace, looking him over with pride, "If you need anything, you know where we all are. You have all of our support."

Lastly but definitely not least, Albino next grabbed Mortician in embrace,
"You've been seriously impressive throughout the recent insanity that washed over the country, Mortician. Your willingness to stand up and protect LA has clearly not gone unnoticed and I couldn't think of a better Underboss for Bernie. Good work, man. I know you'll do him proud."

Albino took a step back, almost at a loss for words - that was especially unusual.
"I'd be honoured to run Pasadena for you, Godfather Chong. It breaks my heart to leave you but I know you have someone perfect lined up for the job."

Albino smiled once more, taking in the view of the Los Angeles leadership.
"We've got a very bright future ahead of us, fellas. Now let's go get wankered."

@Squirelly-Dan was just getting acquiainted into the mobster life.  He'd been too happy to avoid and let his father do it, but Shoresy was gunned down by a crazy proer and Wayne can't function without someone from @Squirelly-Dan lineage in his family.  But, we're digressing.  This was a day for LA.  For Chong, Bernie, Albino, Puppy, Mortician, and even that other squirelly fuck @Koeher.  @Squirelly-Dan hacked his dart and sipped his Puppers and tried to think of something intelligent to say.  But - intelligence wasn't really his thing...

"Uh.  Congrats folks.  Whatsa big buncha fuckin' beauties yous are.  LAs is goins to continues to thrive and do great things under your leadership. I's can'ts waits buts to look forwards to whats we can dos togethers here. I'm sure Chong is gonna do Chong things and go up in Smoke, and Bernie is gonna do Bernie things and raise taxes and fights for free healthcare, Mortician is gonna do Mortician things and uh...  make dead bodies pretty, and Puppy is gonna to Puppy things and piss on the floor, and Albino is gonna do Albino things and uh...  be the wrong colour?  I dunno.  Koehler?  He probably won't do much.  Anyway, I'm digressing.  Cheers fellas, LA is in very capable hands."

Squirrelly-Dan realized he'd just rambled a good bit and felt really awkward about it.  He just continued to sip his puppers and hack his darts.

Settling in nicely into his new Headquarters and having the building designed and expanded on he made a pledge to himself no more pissing on the floor, not because he didn't want to because he was sick of everyone moaning about it he didn't see any issues with it. Pissing on the floor was just an everyday task for him like everyone gets coffee not puppy, puppy pisses on the floor.

With all of his thoughts out of the way about his pledge to himself, puppy was very proud of the DabCityV2 crew that he was once part of now they had all ventured off they're separate ways to make LA the best It possibly can be.

With the man who always looked tired, Mr eyes look like pissholes in the snow otherwise known as albino setting up his operation in Pasadena and leading his merry band of Raskalz.

And the stunning Harper that had ventured out of LA and taken her role in Las Vegas getting ready to become the Godfather chairman she had really impressed Godfather chong in DabCity so she had earned it.

Then there was the GrandFather of Hollywood Bernie the diaper wearing old man had made it and solidified his name in the history of Los Angeles as the first acting GrandFather for a very long while.

Oh and then myself who was working alongside Godfather Chong as the Bonefather of downtown running paw patrol and helping all dogs and humans alike.
I am Amazed at what LA had begun to build.
"Let's make LA a city to be remembered we have had an amazing start so let's keep up the good work congratulations to all"

And off Puppy went back to the Paw Patrol headquarters to start and guide missleaded thugs and low lifes and shape them into well reformed mobsters.