The dog lowers the purse to within easy reach at your eye level, while egging you on, "C'mon, honeybuns! It'll be fun!". You make a grab for it and he yanks it out of reach again, switching hands so that it's even lower. The dogs are all howling and hooting now, and one shouts, "Oh, baby! Give a dog a bone!", causing half of them to fall on the floor laughing.
Meanwhile, you are busy pretending to adjust your skimpy outfit so that nothing pops out when you make a surprise snatch at the purse. You miss again, but lose balance and are now leaning forward, clinging to the crook of his hairy arm. Your round bunny butt pokes out provocatively, sending the dogs into hysterics.
He tickles your soft pink underarms with his other hand, causing you to reflexively giggle and drop your arms to protect yourself. Again, the purse is lowered within seemingly easy reach, and again you try to fake him out, this time by sobbing into his furry belly.
You grab once more and he just keeps laughing, only this time you have hold of the purse-strings, and you're not letting go! "Give...Me...My...Purs-EEEK!", you shriek, not letting go of the purse-strings as feel a cold nose nudging it's way between your nylon-clad bunny buns, just under your fuzzy pink tail. "Hey!", you yelp. Peeking over your shoulder, you see that fugly Mr. Friskers is the culprit. Now he's trying to hump your leg! Since the Boss dog still has your toes pinned, you can't shake him.
The whole time, you've held on to the purse straps, and now it's low enough that you grab the bag with both tiny paws, gripping for all your might as he slowly pulls it upward, his one hand fighting your two for the purse. You strain to pull it down again, but your arms are once again above you, so the Boss begins to lick your face from ear to ear. You scream, "EEEW!" just as you suddenly pop right out of the top of your tiny strapless outfit, giving the dogs quite a show! "GIMME MY PURSE!", you growl cutely, as it appears that sheer pandemonium is about to break out in the train car.
"Alright gentledogs. That'll be enough of that!", comes a deep voice from the door to the car.
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