After finally herding all the Robins back into the house, Schiller had not even had time to breathe a sigh of relief before Sharkdog Jeff caused another problem. Driving back to the sanatorium from the S.H.I.E.L.D. base, Schiller happened to pass Central Park and saw a shark fin slicing across the still surface of the park pond.
And the idiotic humans nearby had obligingly screamed and run away. Schiller was baffled. Did they remember this was a pond? How could there possibly be a shark here?!
But then again, this was New York. Anything was possible, so he could understand it.
He walked over to the shore and shouted, "Jeff! Jeff! Get up here!!!"
The shark fin drifted lazily toward him. Then, with an "Awoo," a little blue sharkdog leaped out and used its whirlwind water-shaking skill, successfully flinging every drop of water on its body onto Schiller.
Schiller raised an arm to block it, but his clothes still inevitably got wet. He flicked Jeff on the forehead, but Jeff did not notice at all, still grinning happily with his tongue hanging out.
Since his clothes were wet anyway, Schiller simply picked Jeff up and left. Those four little stubby legs kept paddling helplessly in the air. Unfortunately, like a seal, Jeff was impossible to hang by the neck—he had no neck at all. Once someone grabbed him around the waist, he could not exert any strength. No matter how hard he flailed, he could not get away.
The moment Schiller returned, he saw another creature impossible to hang by the neck: Pikachu. As he headed for the bathroom to find a towel, he looked back and said, "Why are you back? Did Guardians of the Galaxy finally fire you?"
"What are you talking about?" Pikachu said irritably. "I quit