Dash was glad that he was able to make it to the scene. His now larger feed didn't seem as resilient as they used to. Ordinarily, running barefoot wouldn't be much of a problem for Dash, as his feet could handle the friction, and took a long time to even get sore, but this was just different. Dash's feet were even bigger now, much to his dismay, but he still made it there first, just as the criminals were finishing loading up their getaway car and driving off.
Dash ran off to catch them, glad he could run as fast as a car, at least normally. Dash ran on his now sizable feet, struggling more than usual to catch up to the car, but soon...
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