There he sat, 17 year old Pepe Le Pew Qaundale. Sipping orange juice with a bowl of cereal in front of him. He was reading the newspaper, but only the part that was talking about the war they had been in for about 2 years. Except, the war was starting to get interesting. The country Dingles had been sending more and more troops at Quandale. For now, Quandale was holding up, but Pepe Le Pew knew his country needed him. That day after school, Pepe Le Pew begged his parents to join the army. This was almost what happened every day, the only difference was his parents finally accepted. That night he imagined himself in the cockpit of a qaundale 3000 in a dog fight with another plane. His parent’s deal was on Saturday he would go in the army. It was Sunday now, and Pepe Le Pew was proud airmen. His dream was to be just like Bob Qaundaleus, a great airman who probably been in millions of dogfights and won all of them. A week past being in training, and Pepe figured out how to fly a plane. He was a natural. A few days later, they announced Pepe would be in a squadron with Bob Qaundaleus and a few others. They would be a major part of history Known as the bombing of the capital of Dingle. As the squadron flew out to Dingles capital Bob Qaundaleus said, “protect the bombers, and we’ll win the war.” As they hovered over dingle land, they spotted dingle fighters. “It’s only a few of them. We got this.” Bob yelled. Once we took them down we were right over the capital. “That was easy enough.” Pepe Le Pew said. Right as Pepe said that about 40 fighters out of no were. “Hold them until the bombers drop their bombs so we can leave this place.” Bobinsky Quanald, one of our fighters said. We got down about 15 of them but Bob was being chased by 3 fighters. Pepe, hoping to save Bob, got one of the fighter’s wings and one right in the engine. Both fell but the last one just clipped Bobs wing and he went spiraling out of control. After, Pepe made the fighter that got Bob crash quickly and then went right next to the Bobs plane that was not spiraling any more. Everybody had left, and troops were running into the capital left and right. Pepe yelled, “jump to my plane.” It was a one-seater but there was space to store things behind the seat. Bob, making a giant leap made it in the spot to store things. They left in a hurry, both praying to get to ground. When they got back, they knew they were lucky to survive. On the newspaper that day, it said Dingle has surrendered and Quandale won the war. That is how Qaundale Dingle became a thing.