Verse]
Barn shadows stretch, Max tossin’ in the hay,
Guilt sittin’ heavy like stones on his chest that day.
Smalls slams a paw, eyes lit with rebel fire,
“Wake up, bro—we done waitin’, takin’ it higher.
Gunther’s up that mountain, callin’ in the wind,
We two Rottweiler pups gonna bring him home again.”
Max blinks slow, straw stuck to his worried face,
“How we gonna break free from this locked-up place?”
[Chorus]
We schemin’, dreamin’, pups on the run,
Fire alarm screamin’ when the chaos begun.
Tires and black sludge, seven bags of chow,
Double-back trails, we confusin’ ‘em now.
For Gunther! For family! We break every rule,
Two brave brothers playin’ it cool.
Divine Mountain waitin’, danger in the night,
Rottweiler blood— we ready for the fight!
[Verse]
“Scale them hay bales high, boost and stretch up tall,
One paw on the lever—watch the sirens call.
Handlers come runnin’, humans in a panic spin,
We bolt through the side gate while the madness kicks in.
Loop them tires like a fortress in the yard,
Sprint past, double back—scent trail’s blowin’ hard.
Roll in that sticky black oil leak from the machines,
Mask our puppy scent, become ghost in the scenes.”
[Bridge]
Max’s tail twitches, doubt creepin’ in his mind,
“Trackers gonna hunt us, leave our tails behind.”
Smalls grins sharp, voice steady like stone,
“Plan dropped from the stars, brother, we not alone.
Workbench bags waitin’—seven days of fuel,
Grab ‘em quiet, carry ‘em, make the mission real.
Hide in the tire tower till the search rolls past,
Then we climb that mountain, make our rescue last.”
[Verse]
Shoulders brush together, courage growin’ strong,
Guilt turnin’ to fire where the fear once belonged.
No more waitin’ helpless in the straw-filled den,
Two pups schemin’ legends, rescuin’ their kin.
First time hunger sent ‘em runnin’ back in shame,
This time prepared—ain’t playin’ no kid game.
Seven days or bust, then confess if they fail,
But hearts beatin’ warrior, leavin’ no trail.
[Chorus]
We schemin’, dreamin’, pups on the run,
Fire alarm screamin’ when the chaos begun.
Tires and black sludge, seven bags of chow,
Double-back trails, we confusin’ ‘em now.
For Gunther! For family! We break every rule,
Two brave brothers playin’ it cool.
Divine Mountain waitin’, danger in the night,
Rottweiler blood— we ready for the fight!
Paws hit the ground, adventure in their veins,
Max and Smalls united through the wind and rains.
No turning back now—the rescue has begun,
Two little legends chasing the rising sun.