Sliderboo: A short story.

A few weeks ago, Dave and Greg were playing the XBox. Annie was busy doing something online...probably researching airfare. As Dave and Greg are absorbed in killing things, and Annie is doing mental math, everyone's mind is very occupied. Eventually the droning sound of a car alarm fades into their peripheral hearing. As the sound continues, Dave comments, Who's the jerk that won't turn off their car alarm!? This has been going off for like 10 minutes!

Dave's outburst brings everyone to the here-and-now. As the math evaporates from Annie's head she notices Slider - or the lack there of. He's not at her feet. He's not on his bed. He's not under the table. Where is that boo?
Pan Left. Slider is in the sunroom. Chewing. Well that's not odd. As the car alarm continues to sound, Annie decides to investigate what Slider is so enthralled with. What's this?! Dave's remote unlock keypad!? SLIDER'S SETTING OFF THE CAR ALARM! Slider give me that! Annie wrangles the 1x2inch remote from Slider's jowls. Peering out the window, Annie can identify that it is indeed Dave's lights flashing, and therefore his car that is screaming at Banyan Grove for attention.
Aiming at the car, Annie clicks the lock-unlock buttons to shut off the alarm. In the wake, Annie, Dave and Greg remain astonished that Slider was the culprit, and Dave was infact the Jerk who's car alarm was going off.

As they all settle back into their zones, an alarm goes off again. Everyone stops, looking at each other. That can't be our car again, the remote is right here!? Annie looks out the window and confirms, it is our car! What!? She grabs the remote and clicks it off. Only to have spastic horn bursts. Slider goes to look out the window at his handywork, wanting to be involved. At this point Dave realizes Slider must have jammed the remote so that it permanently hitting something, therefore unable to be turned off completely. There is only one solution. Dave opens the closet by the front door. He quickly pulls out a small black box. He sets it on the counter. Annie Bring me the remote, he declares over the onking-horn. He opens the case and chooses his weapon as Annie places the remote next to him. The Hammer crashes down on the remote. Once. Twice. Three times. The remote splits open, batteries flying out.

Silence.

Slider wags his little tail.