Kent belive nobody brut me supper

Woo, tings sure been crazy since da silver lady (sorry, gotta use code names in dis biz) appointed us her chosen ones. One night we be goin fer a casual stroll in a fancy neighborhood, da next we be steppin tru magic circles. But lemme not be gettin too far ahead ah mahself. Go back a couple a days, ta before when everyone was callin us Force Blue.
 
We wuz trying ta figger out why da people keep gettin blown up by da Trollskull, so cousin Flynn got us an invite to a fancy Growl Hound party. Apparently dem rich folks like der dogs - meh, least dey aint cats. So ol' Pete, bein a man a da people, volunteered ta go wit da Baron and da Grim Kin. Wut ah dint know wuz dat da rest ah da Fam was plannin to go get some eats at a fancy pants pub nearby. But ahm a man ah mah word, so ah stuck to da plan. And man, whatta party wuz goin on at da Growl Hound place. Der were snake people, der were eye people, der were Growl Hound people, and der were udder peoples. It was a happenin place dat night - and not just cuz ol Pete wuz dere.
 
So da 2 rat friends went in scoutin da manor out. An it wadn't long fore dey be tellin us dat tings wuz goin south real fast at dat party. So a course Pete sneaks in while da rest of da fam hightails it up from dat restaurant. 'Parently cousin Veek went back ta look fer mah doggie bag, but dem fancy waiters is mean and ate it right off. Bless her soul fer tinkin ah me, tho. So while ahm a sittin stealthy like in da kitchen, da rest ah da manor is gettin turned inta a gang war zone. Good ol Grigs lets us know dat da top lady ah da Hound family is a hidin' in her room - wit a balcony outside. So we decide ta skip all da festivities goin on inside and sneak around. Course, what we dint know was dat da dogs was ghost dogs, and dey was onta us right quick. I kinda respect dat dey ate der 3 square meals a day even doh dey was dead - never see a cat ghost havin' proper priorities like dat.
 
But dey was no match fer Force Blue, and pretty soon da whole team is up in da lady's bedroom. Dat's when tings gotta bit awkward. Some drow steampunk pirates showed up tryin ta get involved but also bein mysterious-like. Ah give em credit for bein cool as da pavement in winter, but dey weren't no match fer da eloquaicous skills ah Pete, backed up by mah clan. So after some fancy negotiatin dat woulda made da silver lady proud, we got what we wanted, whatever dat was. Da only reason I'm not bein specific bout it is cuz dis be top secret, and not at all cuz ah don't really understand.
 
Meanwhiles, we also be openin up da Tavern fer business. Bout time, right? We had us a proppa Grand Opening, wit all kinds a fancy folk and food and music and ah course, Pete. Under mah supervision, we trew a party dat woulda made da palace proud. Speaking a which... uh, nevermind, we kent be speakin' ah dat. But all kinds a new fancy friends ah ours showed up fer a proppa evenin'. Cousin Veek made so much fancy eats dat ah almost tapped out. Almost. Cousin Nettie was puttin on all kinda fancy shows an stuff - I'm tinkin she likes dat almost as much as ah like da food. Da heads a da wine an ale an likker guilds wuz dere too, an ah suppose ah don't haveta tell ya where ah spent mosta mah night. And Mirt wuz dere doin us ol' fat guys proud. I'm of da opinion dat bein old and fat is when a man comes inta his prime - all dat wisdom an good livin rubs off on people, ya know wut ah mean?
 
So anyways, we's heroes agin. But now da silver lady tinks tings is gettin kinda serious. So ol Pete goes a-swimmin in da ocean - underwater. Betcha dint know he could do dat. Weren't nothin, just grew some fins and gills and swam about. Didja know dat da fart spell could also dry clothes likity split? Lord Ratikins is mighty, kent wait ta find out wut else it can do. So we do some more vestigatin' an find out dat da steampunk pirates got a bit more to 'em den we tought at first. It's a little confusin' and I know tinkin' ain't yer strong suit, so I'll just leave it dere. Anyways, now we's gonna go interrogate sum prisoners bein held in top secret places, den head over ta a fancy ol tower dat may be holdin sum impotent mysteries. Prolly end up savin some more folks and headin inta even more dangerous spots. But doan worry none Gutter, Pete'll be back. He always comes back, right.
 
<Pete then places a couple of sacks of food next to the guy sleeping in the alley and motions to a boy passing by> Here's a shard, kid. See dat ol' Barlic here gets fed. Dere's plenty ta go around - make sure him and da boys get a good helpin'. Doan be a cheatin' no one here, or dat rat starin ya down over dere is gonna let me know, got it? Now ah got impotent tings ta be doin, so ah kent be answerin' yer questions. Good, ya oughta be lookin' confused. Here, have another shard.