Use a disguise

Ali had decided, he'll wear a costume! A complete disguise to mask his entire body, so nobody could even tell that is him. The guards would either let him go, or kick him out, which he wanted, so he could attend that party at the local pub.

Quickly, the young Dalmatian opened the old closet of the library, a place where either royalties fuck without anyone seeing them, or the place where workers dumb their stuff and forget about it. There were clothes, some pretty old ones, but just his size. Ali started sorting through them, trying to find the best that fit him, but as his hands went through the pile of clothes, he had found something even better: black fur paint. It was an old can, but it didn't look like it was opened yet. Ali could use it to dye his white fur into black, just like his Dalmatian spots, and look completely different. Which, he immediately began doing, he undressed, grabbed a spare brush and began applying to black paint all over his white fur on his body. It was a long process, he had to make sure to get each single strand of his fur dyed otherwise it wouldn't work.

The sun was almost ready to set, but Ali had just finished dyeing his toes. He looked into a mirror, and saw himself as someone else. There was no resemblance left of his royal self, he looked more like a hooligan now, like a completely different person. Ali smiled and grabbed some new clothes to match his new looks. Some pale yellow shorts and a brown blouse, there were no shoes in the closet, and he could use his own, someone would smell his scent, he had to go barefoot.

Ready to get his plan in motion, and the sun almost settling, Ali took all his courage, and opened the library's doors. His personal guard, a big, very buff Labrador stared at him with long eyes, obviously not being able to recognise him through his disguise.

„Evening, gentlemen.” Ali said passing by him, trying to mimic a deeper and more masculine voice.

„Hold it!” His guard, the big Labrador said, grabbing Ali by the shoulder and pulling him back to face him. „Who are you? And why *sniff* do you smell like the prince?” His big hand had quite a hard grip on his shoulder, Ali couldn't break free even if he wanted. He could see on his face that the Labrador was angry, genuinely concerned about your safety, and actually saw you as a potential threat. You knew what happens with threats around here...

„Ah, the young prince is sleeping! He must have fallen asleep after all that studying!” Ali came up with an almost believable excuse for the guard to not check the library.

„That doesn't answer my question.” The Labrador growled, placing his other hand on Ali's other shoulder. „Who, are, you?”

„Ah, well I'm just here to...”