Post by babclayman on Jan 7, 2010 12:17:53 GMT -5
Well, after a couple of months, i've finally got chapter 2 up.
I'll get to work on Chapter 3 right away
Well...Enjoy ;D
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“All the traffic and pollution, and the crowds, and now Nanny getting mugged!” Roger (the somewhat promising video game designer and male pet to these pups) exclaimed as he stepped into the living room with his adult Dalmatian Pongo at his side.
Some pups (to which them with their food bowls took up eighty percent of the room space) stared up towards the human as he down upon the emerald coloured couch beside his fashion designer wife; Anita, wondering what’s become of their beloved city, other pups were more concerned on finishing their dinner or just gaze into outerspace. One of which whom had spots covering his face like a ‘Tic Tic’ Game was looking within the dark echoing canvas of his mind, remembering images of a crow bar and the blood of his mother flickering on his face of what use to be filled with innocence. Dipstick seem to stare at this pup for a while tilting his head, the question of whether to approach stirred on his mind.
To another area, there was a young blond blue collared male pup who was going around the room smiling like a happy sun as he looked up to every individual that he met eye to eye and spoke in a cheerful voice: “Hi, I’m Cloud. What’s your name?”
He ran to another and smiled again “Hello, my names Cloud? What’s yours?”
And other: “Hi, I’m Cloud. What’s your name?”
A female almost matching this “Clouds” appearance just watched the pup, keeping to herself slowly shaking her head with a smile on her face.
As Nanny lit an oriental candle above the fire place & Anita asked her female adult Dalmatian; Perdita to fetch a letter from the basket, pups began crowding around the television set to see the black and white static reception of a tall, strong Alsatian running through a Western Desert with a Short & Stout Corgi at his side.
However to the top of the stair case close to where Roger usually composed his music or programmed his games, Clayton stared down into the pup & bowl filled lounge. While most male pups usually focused their attention admiring this Two-Tone pup, his eyes were fixed more on another female pup whom had eyes as blue as the bright day sky with dark spots running along her snow white body taking form of dragons in flight. Clayton began to think back to last christmas when he was first brought into this entire ordeal of the “Hell Hall Affair”
Darkness
That’s all he ever saw, ever his abduction from the TopsTown Pet Store, ever since he was plucked out of his small straw pen and into a Hessian Sack (possibly second handed from carrying Potatoes) while the wailing noises of alarms and crunches of broken glasses pierced his ear drums. He was wishing he was back in the store, for this experience to end, hoping to find himself waking up and discovering all of it to be a dream, like those of the green collared patch pup in the mist or the ones about an ear ring patch pup standing silently at a gate drifting slowly away. But it wasn’t.
It was real.
As the bag kept getting rocked back & forth, voices and yelps were heard within this black void in low tones.
“Where’s mummy? Who was that lady, Jessica was talking to?”
“where....are we going?”
“I dont really Know...a Kennel or someplace?”
“I Really hope it's somewhere nice....and not there.”
“Hehe, mother? Why won’t you get up? Mother!?”
“Ewww it’s wet in here…”
“Sorry…”
The fuss continued on and on until all of a sudden with a mutter of c ockney words from whoever was holding the bag, the top of the bag tilted downwards and everybody began to fall. There was a was then a huge exposure of light in the pups eyes and their bodies felt a strong thump as they made impact with the cold wooden floor. Dust flew up into the air and onto their black & white coats as their bodies rolled across the floor faster and faster before with a sudden halt, the nameless blob spot pip looked up at the sight gazing down upon him with sky blue eyes. One of the most beautiful beings he’d ever seen in his life, black & white just like him and spots shaped like something he would soon find to be called ‘dragons’ laid all over her.
Before anyone could say anything, a ringing noise came from across the room. The nameless one looked up seeing a tall rough skinny man leading a short and stout sort of human out of the room.
“Come on, Horace.” The skinny one said “That’s probably Miss Devil calling for the next report on the puppy count.”
Their gossip continued on as they moved out the room and closed the door tight behind them.
Silence…
Mutters and voices of other pups began to rise like someone turning the volume up on a television set as those whom seemed to have already been here for quite a while surrounded the new ones like scientists studying a frozen caveman. The nameless one stared up at the dragon spotted pup more before she spoke in a calm voice.
“Hello. You must be the new captives sent to join the rest of us. My name is Kendra.”
“H, h, Hi…” The blob spot stared more “My name is…..” he paused silent in thought for a brief moment before resuming his sentence with a blush saying “Well…I don’t really have a name…”
Kendra gave a small smile.
Clayton was suddenly knocked out of his day dream when out of nowhere; a newspaper with more updates of the ‘Refugess at Gruteley Harbour coming in from Tibet’ knocked him straight ‘whack’ across his face. He turned upward to see where it came from and there he saw a pup with multiple ‘Freckle’ spots layering all over the bridge of his muzzle and a collar which had colours very similar to Lucky and his own, standing at the very tip top of the staircase looking down at Wizzer waiting towards the bottom holding his hind legs together as the newspaper gently stopped momentum at his feet.
“Sorry about that.” The Freckled one called “Wizzer needed to do his business and there was no free newspaper downstairs…”
Clayton looked back to Wizzer whom had already made the newspaper, black, white & brown all over before he rolled his eyes and sighed as the noise of the TV began to blare out in the lounge.
Puppies like Phillip and one who wore a tight rope as a collar with a ‘Patch’ of fur across his right eye, stared more and more towards the screen, their eyes glued to this Alsatian hero and his Corgi sidekick, wishing how if they pressed hard enough against the screen, they would fall right through and join their idols in this ‘epic’ adventure across the Western plains. That was until the screen gave a flicker and the image of the German Shepard looking down from the Grand Canyon changed to man all teeth & curl circling a rather ugly man with a blue eye in his forehead sitting in a chair which bared an uncanny resemblence to a pepper pot.
The gazers turned their attention away from the image tube and looked back to the arm of the only soft chair which hadn’t had its stuffing chewed out yet, and there; another male pup with a long scarlett scarf wrapped close around his neck held the remote under his paw before having to pick it up high standing on the arm to prevent the runt dog; Cadpig from changing it to the ‘Meditation Channel’ (Which was an act of mercy saving everyone from 18 hours of “Ommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm”)
“HEY!” Patch shouted “Turn Thunderbolt back on!”
“No!” Was the reply he got from the scarf pup “This is ‘Genesis of the Daleks’! Number 3 in the top ‘Doctor Who’ stories of all time, only being beaten by ‘Blink’ & ‘Caves of Androzani’, I am not going to miss this.”
“But I’LL miss Thunderbolt!” Patch argued back
“Now, Patch…” Phillip stepped up timidly “Maybe we should give Doc the TV just for a little while? Besides, it is a lack Lightning episode.”
“His name’s not Doc!” Patch looked to Phillip with the same snarling face he was giving Doc “It’s Edward! He just adopted the Doc name for himself ever since he saw those two school teachers go into a junk yard on the Hell Hall television…”
This bickering between the two obsessive fans of two different shows continued on before a exclaimation by Roger jumping up from the sofa announced
“You hear that everybody! We’re moving to the country!”
To the corner of the food bowls near the sofa, two brother pups shared their mixed emotions over this news. One of which didn’t really have a special spot pattern aside from the small style his hair was done in, while the other one had spot patterns in the form of Smileys going all over his body.
“You hear that Smiley!?” the normal spotted one said “The countryside! There’s sure to be more space there to run and grow than there is in this tight little house!”
“Perhaps…” Smiley shrugged “But think about it Cuddly. Does anything even happen in the countryside…EVER!?”
“You’ll learn to love it.” Was all Cuddly said going back to his dinner bowl ignoring any negative comments his brother made about the countryside.
In fact; Smileys attitude was really quite similar to that of Luckys whom now had left his siblings; Rolly & Cadpig to go up to the Television where the argument between Doc & Patch raged on.
“THUNDERBOLT!” Patch yelled as he pounced, Doc off the chair trying to grab the remote from his grip, other pups began to join in on this dog pile too. Soon it ended up with Doc crushed underneath the pile holding the remote like his baby, with Patch & Lucky teaming up in order to resume Thunderbolt on top of him, Phillip had unfortunately been dragged into his fight against his own free will and on top of it all; Nuke stood like the dominant lion on his rock, “Rawring” as he usually did.
“Come on, Ed!” Patch growled “’Episode 18; Flaming Flea Circus’!”
“It’s DOC!” The bottom of the pile snapped back “…And ‘Genesis of the Daleks part 5!”
“Look!” Phillip gulped gasping for air “Docs show is only 20 minutes, and ‘Thunderbolt’ is an hour. I’m sure it’ll still be one when he is done!”
“We’re still missing Thunderbolt!” Lucky snarled “We can’t miss a single second of it!”
“You guys have no taste in good viewing!” Nuke looked down “Why not watch something decent like ‘Twister’ or ‘Saving Private Ryan’?”
“Not during Thunderbolt!” Lucky kicked upwards and Phillip let out a yelp.
“BREAK THIS UP!”
Everybody stopped and moved their eyes close to a direction of the left. There, was a tall adult female Dalmatian whose spots layered over her entire body and around her neck was a dazzling cerulean collar, beside her was her husband; another adult dog with black ears and a crimson collar with body spots similar to the wifes.
These two were known as Pongo & Perdita; Father & Mother (or in most peoples case Step Parents) to the pups which had flooded this park side house, They both stood eyebrows raised, Perdita tapping one of her feet.
“What’s going on here?” Pongo asked to which Patch instantly jumped out of the pile saying…
“Edward won’t let me have the TV! While ‘Thunderbolt’s’ on!”
“DOC!” Doc kept snapping keeping his name stated.
“I had nothing to do with this…” Phillip nervously looked up to his step parents with a nervous smile on his muzzle.
Perdy however countered this with: “And yet you’re still on the pile.”
Pongo shook his head “This television seems to have gotten you kids all up tight lately. First Lucky imitates a cop show by chasing after Nanny’s mugger, now this!”
Luckys head popped out from the pile of pups “The crook would have got away if it wasn’t for me!”
“As far as others have said; they found that mugger again no problem…” Perditas logic spoke more “…and they also happen to say that you were at his mercy before the others showed up.”
“I think it’s high time you kids took a break from the television.” Pongo plucked the remote up (which had flown its way out the pile as the brawl started) and switched the idiots lantern off to which all the pile pups added in unison…
“WHAT!?”
“If Roger is able to buy this farm (I guess the Vandercreams can lend us some money).” Pongo said “There’s going to be some time before the cable guy can come round to hook us up again. Meaning…”
“You cannot do this to us!” Lucky stormed up “We have our rights! Our puppy privileges! And we…are not…MOVING!”
Pongo growled “Lucky! You keep on like that and we might be able to convince, Roger not to get the cable re-hooked altogether!”
Lucky didn’t say anything else for the rest of the night…
Two Weeks later was moving day, Every single Dearly possession from Instrument, to Sketch Pad to Software or Dog Toy, all packed and stacked in cardboard boxes tight within or compact upon the roof to the Yellow Black Spotted School bus, Roger has purchased from the Travel Depot as they were refurbished (using money from the successful song “Cruella Devil” which acted as the theme to his game)
As they pulled away from the Alley behind the brownstone house, Lucky sat on the top of the back seat staring out of the rear window; he watched the home he grew up in appear from sight immersed in the concrete jungle before letting out a sigh and lowering his face.
Wasn’t until three quarters of an hour later; they were able to reach beyond the city limits and the view of Highway Bill Boards began to thrive. All about; Advertisements of “Two Flags Over Gruteley Amusement Park” or the new series of “Thunderbolt & Lightning” (with proportions of character art giving minor spoiler to “The Mid Series Mini Saga”)
Pups inside the bus were either gazing out the window towards the many bill boards or the blossoming trees which stood on either side of the road, played about with each other bouncing across the seats (except the one covered in newspaper and carpets for Wizzer) or just sat there looking “cool”.
One of the pups to name a few was; Two-Tone. She just sat there on the padding and springy seats looking all full of herself before she stared down onto a small cough which got her attention, there at the legs to the seat was, Slayer.
The still infatuated looked up in return however was partly blinded due to the sun reflecting from Two-Tones earring.
“Err…Two-Tone?” he asked “I hope you won’t mind having save this seat beside you for me?”
“Oh?” Two-Tone only looked her nose down upon Slayer more and began thinking something over before she smirked having noticed something a few seats back on the opposite side of the bus. “Well…I would want to, but I won’t think it be rather fair…”
“What?” Slayer blinked.
Two-Tone pointed “You see that blond girl over there…with that blood collared pup with the grey dragon spots?”
“Yeah…”
“Well, wouldn’t it be so sad that someone like you should sit with me and not her, she’s pretty lonely…”
“What about the other girl she’s with?”
“I meant male company…but I would really admire the hound that would go sit with her…”
“Maybe…” Slayer paused “I should go sit with her…”
“Oh?” Two-Tone smiled “Really Slater?”
“Slayer…”
“Yes…really? You would do that for me?”
“For you, a thousand times over.” Slayer nodded before he began to approach the dark looking girl pups seat, as soon as he reached them; he spoke up.
“Excuse me?” he said “Mind if I sit here?”
The two bitches look down to him, very similar to how Two-Tone did. However the blond one did respond: “You wish to sit here?”
“Jenny...” The grey dragon spots one spoke up in a darker tone “If this dog is bothering you, I can take care of…”
“That won’t be needed, Malinda.” The so called; Jenny raised her paw “I can handle it.”
Malinda rolled her eyes and left her seat, leaving it open for Slayer to take before going to the front of the bus to speak to a brown eyed female pup with a spot in the shape of a heart break on her black ear.
As Slayer began his conversation with Jenny, taking Malindas old seat; Two-Tone clicked her fingers to which seemed to summon the two pups known to her as; Dipstick & Wizzer.
They both stood in the same place, Slayer made his plea at, however Wizzer spoke up with a little more confidence than Slayer did.
“Two-Tone! That was mean!” he spoke with a small snarl in his voice.
“Oh? How so?” Two-Tone asked apathetically looking at her nails.
“Well…er…isn’t Jenny, well…err…violent?” Dipstick raised an eyebrow inquisitively.
“What he don’t know, can’t hurt him.” Two-Tone shrugged “That is until he upsets her, so best be careful to say the right words in front of her then…”
“Hey guys!” A voice called up in a high young pitch from a small male pup with black ears and a blue collar. He was standing on his hind legs (and even then still struggling to stand) gazing out of the window upon which, the site of a old yet beautiful looking farm came into sight, snuggled amongst the forest of trees.
The farm was mainly red in dye with the barns, silo tower and a majority of the coups painted in these colours with a lilac texture laid upon their wood tiled roofs.
Animals stared as the bus pulled into view; cows and horses watched from the barn window, Pigs looked on from out their mud baths, with an old English Sheep Dog & a Cat companion looking up from a spring afternoon doze.
As the bus pulled to a stop outside the sun yellow house, Roger opened the doors and the swarm of pups began heading for the steps.
“This is it Joey! Come on!”
“Tippy! Wait!”
“Zare, come see this…”
“I am Tiger!”
“Baddy! Iris! This way!”
“So…This is the country…”
It was one quick and pretty short step for these pups, but with what they thought would bring the peace they needed, this story is only just beginning…
(To Be Continued...)
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101 Dalmatians, Lucky, Cadpig. Patch, Two-Tone, Roger, Anita, Pongo, Perdita, Nanny, The Colonel, Tibbs, Horace & Jasper (c) Dodie Smith
Thunderbolt, Lil Lightning, Wizzer, Dipstick & Freckles (c) Disney
Clayton, Kendra, Doc, Malinda & Tiger (c) Me (Babclayman)
Zare (c) Kit
Baddy & Iris (c) Hesso
Joey & Tippy (c) Belchic
Cuddly & Smiley (c) Cuddly
Cloud & Mimi (c) Mimi
Phillip (c) Corgi
Nuke, Daisy & Buzzsaw (c) Nuke
Tic-Tac (c) Tac
Slayer & Jenny (c) Slayer
I'll get to work on Chapter 3 right away
Well...Enjoy ;D
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“All the traffic and pollution, and the crowds, and now Nanny getting mugged!” Roger (the somewhat promising video game designer and male pet to these pups) exclaimed as he stepped into the living room with his adult Dalmatian Pongo at his side.
Some pups (to which them with their food bowls took up eighty percent of the room space) stared up towards the human as he down upon the emerald coloured couch beside his fashion designer wife; Anita, wondering what’s become of their beloved city, other pups were more concerned on finishing their dinner or just gaze into outerspace. One of which whom had spots covering his face like a ‘Tic Tic’ Game was looking within the dark echoing canvas of his mind, remembering images of a crow bar and the blood of his mother flickering on his face of what use to be filled with innocence. Dipstick seem to stare at this pup for a while tilting his head, the question of whether to approach stirred on his mind.
To another area, there was a young blond blue collared male pup who was going around the room smiling like a happy sun as he looked up to every individual that he met eye to eye and spoke in a cheerful voice: “Hi, I’m Cloud. What’s your name?”
He ran to another and smiled again “Hello, my names Cloud? What’s yours?”
And other: “Hi, I’m Cloud. What’s your name?”
A female almost matching this “Clouds” appearance just watched the pup, keeping to herself slowly shaking her head with a smile on her face.
As Nanny lit an oriental candle above the fire place & Anita asked her female adult Dalmatian; Perdita to fetch a letter from the basket, pups began crowding around the television set to see the black and white static reception of a tall, strong Alsatian running through a Western Desert with a Short & Stout Corgi at his side.
However to the top of the stair case close to where Roger usually composed his music or programmed his games, Clayton stared down into the pup & bowl filled lounge. While most male pups usually focused their attention admiring this Two-Tone pup, his eyes were fixed more on another female pup whom had eyes as blue as the bright day sky with dark spots running along her snow white body taking form of dragons in flight. Clayton began to think back to last christmas when he was first brought into this entire ordeal of the “Hell Hall Affair”
Darkness
That’s all he ever saw, ever his abduction from the TopsTown Pet Store, ever since he was plucked out of his small straw pen and into a Hessian Sack (possibly second handed from carrying Potatoes) while the wailing noises of alarms and crunches of broken glasses pierced his ear drums. He was wishing he was back in the store, for this experience to end, hoping to find himself waking up and discovering all of it to be a dream, like those of the green collared patch pup in the mist or the ones about an ear ring patch pup standing silently at a gate drifting slowly away. But it wasn’t.
It was real.
As the bag kept getting rocked back & forth, voices and yelps were heard within this black void in low tones.
“Where’s mummy? Who was that lady, Jessica was talking to?”
“where....are we going?”
“I dont really Know...a Kennel or someplace?”
“I Really hope it's somewhere nice....and not there.”
“Hehe, mother? Why won’t you get up? Mother!?”
“Ewww it’s wet in here…”
“Sorry…”
The fuss continued on and on until all of a sudden with a mutter of c ockney words from whoever was holding the bag, the top of the bag tilted downwards and everybody began to fall. There was a was then a huge exposure of light in the pups eyes and their bodies felt a strong thump as they made impact with the cold wooden floor. Dust flew up into the air and onto their black & white coats as their bodies rolled across the floor faster and faster before with a sudden halt, the nameless blob spot pip looked up at the sight gazing down upon him with sky blue eyes. One of the most beautiful beings he’d ever seen in his life, black & white just like him and spots shaped like something he would soon find to be called ‘dragons’ laid all over her.
Before anyone could say anything, a ringing noise came from across the room. The nameless one looked up seeing a tall rough skinny man leading a short and stout sort of human out of the room.
“Come on, Horace.” The skinny one said “That’s probably Miss Devil calling for the next report on the puppy count.”
Their gossip continued on as they moved out the room and closed the door tight behind them.
Silence…
Mutters and voices of other pups began to rise like someone turning the volume up on a television set as those whom seemed to have already been here for quite a while surrounded the new ones like scientists studying a frozen caveman. The nameless one stared up at the dragon spotted pup more before she spoke in a calm voice.
“Hello. You must be the new captives sent to join the rest of us. My name is Kendra.”
“H, h, Hi…” The blob spot stared more “My name is…..” he paused silent in thought for a brief moment before resuming his sentence with a blush saying “Well…I don’t really have a name…”
Kendra gave a small smile.
Clayton was suddenly knocked out of his day dream when out of nowhere; a newspaper with more updates of the ‘Refugess at Gruteley Harbour coming in from Tibet’ knocked him straight ‘whack’ across his face. He turned upward to see where it came from and there he saw a pup with multiple ‘Freckle’ spots layering all over the bridge of his muzzle and a collar which had colours very similar to Lucky and his own, standing at the very tip top of the staircase looking down at Wizzer waiting towards the bottom holding his hind legs together as the newspaper gently stopped momentum at his feet.
“Sorry about that.” The Freckled one called “Wizzer needed to do his business and there was no free newspaper downstairs…”
Clayton looked back to Wizzer whom had already made the newspaper, black, white & brown all over before he rolled his eyes and sighed as the noise of the TV began to blare out in the lounge.
Puppies like Phillip and one who wore a tight rope as a collar with a ‘Patch’ of fur across his right eye, stared more and more towards the screen, their eyes glued to this Alsatian hero and his Corgi sidekick, wishing how if they pressed hard enough against the screen, they would fall right through and join their idols in this ‘epic’ adventure across the Western plains. That was until the screen gave a flicker and the image of the German Shepard looking down from the Grand Canyon changed to man all teeth & curl circling a rather ugly man with a blue eye in his forehead sitting in a chair which bared an uncanny resemblence to a pepper pot.
The gazers turned their attention away from the image tube and looked back to the arm of the only soft chair which hadn’t had its stuffing chewed out yet, and there; another male pup with a long scarlett scarf wrapped close around his neck held the remote under his paw before having to pick it up high standing on the arm to prevent the runt dog; Cadpig from changing it to the ‘Meditation Channel’ (Which was an act of mercy saving everyone from 18 hours of “Ommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm”)
“HEY!” Patch shouted “Turn Thunderbolt back on!”
“No!” Was the reply he got from the scarf pup “This is ‘Genesis of the Daleks’! Number 3 in the top ‘Doctor Who’ stories of all time, only being beaten by ‘Blink’ & ‘Caves of Androzani’, I am not going to miss this.”
“But I’LL miss Thunderbolt!” Patch argued back
“Now, Patch…” Phillip stepped up timidly “Maybe we should give Doc the TV just for a little while? Besides, it is a lack Lightning episode.”
“His name’s not Doc!” Patch looked to Phillip with the same snarling face he was giving Doc “It’s Edward! He just adopted the Doc name for himself ever since he saw those two school teachers go into a junk yard on the Hell Hall television…”
This bickering between the two obsessive fans of two different shows continued on before a exclaimation by Roger jumping up from the sofa announced
“You hear that everybody! We’re moving to the country!”
To the corner of the food bowls near the sofa, two brother pups shared their mixed emotions over this news. One of which didn’t really have a special spot pattern aside from the small style his hair was done in, while the other one had spot patterns in the form of Smileys going all over his body.
“You hear that Smiley!?” the normal spotted one said “The countryside! There’s sure to be more space there to run and grow than there is in this tight little house!”
“Perhaps…” Smiley shrugged “But think about it Cuddly. Does anything even happen in the countryside…EVER!?”
“You’ll learn to love it.” Was all Cuddly said going back to his dinner bowl ignoring any negative comments his brother made about the countryside.
In fact; Smileys attitude was really quite similar to that of Luckys whom now had left his siblings; Rolly & Cadpig to go up to the Television where the argument between Doc & Patch raged on.
“THUNDERBOLT!” Patch yelled as he pounced, Doc off the chair trying to grab the remote from his grip, other pups began to join in on this dog pile too. Soon it ended up with Doc crushed underneath the pile holding the remote like his baby, with Patch & Lucky teaming up in order to resume Thunderbolt on top of him, Phillip had unfortunately been dragged into his fight against his own free will and on top of it all; Nuke stood like the dominant lion on his rock, “Rawring” as he usually did.
“Come on, Ed!” Patch growled “’Episode 18; Flaming Flea Circus’!”
“It’s DOC!” The bottom of the pile snapped back “…And ‘Genesis of the Daleks part 5!”
“Look!” Phillip gulped gasping for air “Docs show is only 20 minutes, and ‘Thunderbolt’ is an hour. I’m sure it’ll still be one when he is done!”
“We’re still missing Thunderbolt!” Lucky snarled “We can’t miss a single second of it!”
“You guys have no taste in good viewing!” Nuke looked down “Why not watch something decent like ‘Twister’ or ‘Saving Private Ryan’?”
“Not during Thunderbolt!” Lucky kicked upwards and Phillip let out a yelp.
“BREAK THIS UP!”
Everybody stopped and moved their eyes close to a direction of the left. There, was a tall adult female Dalmatian whose spots layered over her entire body and around her neck was a dazzling cerulean collar, beside her was her husband; another adult dog with black ears and a crimson collar with body spots similar to the wifes.
These two were known as Pongo & Perdita; Father & Mother (or in most peoples case Step Parents) to the pups which had flooded this park side house, They both stood eyebrows raised, Perdita tapping one of her feet.
“What’s going on here?” Pongo asked to which Patch instantly jumped out of the pile saying…
“Edward won’t let me have the TV! While ‘Thunderbolt’s’ on!”
“DOC!” Doc kept snapping keeping his name stated.
“I had nothing to do with this…” Phillip nervously looked up to his step parents with a nervous smile on his muzzle.
Perdy however countered this with: “And yet you’re still on the pile.”
Pongo shook his head “This television seems to have gotten you kids all up tight lately. First Lucky imitates a cop show by chasing after Nanny’s mugger, now this!”
Luckys head popped out from the pile of pups “The crook would have got away if it wasn’t for me!”
“As far as others have said; they found that mugger again no problem…” Perditas logic spoke more “…and they also happen to say that you were at his mercy before the others showed up.”
“I think it’s high time you kids took a break from the television.” Pongo plucked the remote up (which had flown its way out the pile as the brawl started) and switched the idiots lantern off to which all the pile pups added in unison…
“WHAT!?”
“If Roger is able to buy this farm (I guess the Vandercreams can lend us some money).” Pongo said “There’s going to be some time before the cable guy can come round to hook us up again. Meaning…”
“You cannot do this to us!” Lucky stormed up “We have our rights! Our puppy privileges! And we…are not…MOVING!”
Pongo growled “Lucky! You keep on like that and we might be able to convince, Roger not to get the cable re-hooked altogether!”
Lucky didn’t say anything else for the rest of the night…
Two Weeks later was moving day, Every single Dearly possession from Instrument, to Sketch Pad to Software or Dog Toy, all packed and stacked in cardboard boxes tight within or compact upon the roof to the Yellow Black Spotted School bus, Roger has purchased from the Travel Depot as they were refurbished (using money from the successful song “Cruella Devil” which acted as the theme to his game)
As they pulled away from the Alley behind the brownstone house, Lucky sat on the top of the back seat staring out of the rear window; he watched the home he grew up in appear from sight immersed in the concrete jungle before letting out a sigh and lowering his face.
Wasn’t until three quarters of an hour later; they were able to reach beyond the city limits and the view of Highway Bill Boards began to thrive. All about; Advertisements of “Two Flags Over Gruteley Amusement Park” or the new series of “Thunderbolt & Lightning” (with proportions of character art giving minor spoiler to “The Mid Series Mini Saga”)
Pups inside the bus were either gazing out the window towards the many bill boards or the blossoming trees which stood on either side of the road, played about with each other bouncing across the seats (except the one covered in newspaper and carpets for Wizzer) or just sat there looking “cool”.
One of the pups to name a few was; Two-Tone. She just sat there on the padding and springy seats looking all full of herself before she stared down onto a small cough which got her attention, there at the legs to the seat was, Slayer.
The still infatuated looked up in return however was partly blinded due to the sun reflecting from Two-Tones earring.
“Err…Two-Tone?” he asked “I hope you won’t mind having save this seat beside you for me?”
“Oh?” Two-Tone only looked her nose down upon Slayer more and began thinking something over before she smirked having noticed something a few seats back on the opposite side of the bus. “Well…I would want to, but I won’t think it be rather fair…”
“What?” Slayer blinked.
Two-Tone pointed “You see that blond girl over there…with that blood collared pup with the grey dragon spots?”
“Yeah…”
“Well, wouldn’t it be so sad that someone like you should sit with me and not her, she’s pretty lonely…”
“What about the other girl she’s with?”
“I meant male company…but I would really admire the hound that would go sit with her…”
“Maybe…” Slayer paused “I should go sit with her…”
“Oh?” Two-Tone smiled “Really Slater?”
“Slayer…”
“Yes…really? You would do that for me?”
“For you, a thousand times over.” Slayer nodded before he began to approach the dark looking girl pups seat, as soon as he reached them; he spoke up.
“Excuse me?” he said “Mind if I sit here?”
The two bitches look down to him, very similar to how Two-Tone did. However the blond one did respond: “You wish to sit here?”
“Jenny...” The grey dragon spots one spoke up in a darker tone “If this dog is bothering you, I can take care of…”
“That won’t be needed, Malinda.” The so called; Jenny raised her paw “I can handle it.”
Malinda rolled her eyes and left her seat, leaving it open for Slayer to take before going to the front of the bus to speak to a brown eyed female pup with a spot in the shape of a heart break on her black ear.
As Slayer began his conversation with Jenny, taking Malindas old seat; Two-Tone clicked her fingers to which seemed to summon the two pups known to her as; Dipstick & Wizzer.
They both stood in the same place, Slayer made his plea at, however Wizzer spoke up with a little more confidence than Slayer did.
“Two-Tone! That was mean!” he spoke with a small snarl in his voice.
“Oh? How so?” Two-Tone asked apathetically looking at her nails.
“Well…er…isn’t Jenny, well…err…violent?” Dipstick raised an eyebrow inquisitively.
“What he don’t know, can’t hurt him.” Two-Tone shrugged “That is until he upsets her, so best be careful to say the right words in front of her then…”
“Hey guys!” A voice called up in a high young pitch from a small male pup with black ears and a blue collar. He was standing on his hind legs (and even then still struggling to stand) gazing out of the window upon which, the site of a old yet beautiful looking farm came into sight, snuggled amongst the forest of trees.
The farm was mainly red in dye with the barns, silo tower and a majority of the coups painted in these colours with a lilac texture laid upon their wood tiled roofs.
Animals stared as the bus pulled into view; cows and horses watched from the barn window, Pigs looked on from out their mud baths, with an old English Sheep Dog & a Cat companion looking up from a spring afternoon doze.
As the bus pulled to a stop outside the sun yellow house, Roger opened the doors and the swarm of pups began heading for the steps.
“This is it Joey! Come on!”
“Tippy! Wait!”
“Zare, come see this…”
“I am Tiger!”
“Baddy! Iris! This way!”
“So…This is the country…”
It was one quick and pretty short step for these pups, but with what they thought would bring the peace they needed, this story is only just beginning…
(To Be Continued...)
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101 Dalmatians, Lucky, Cadpig. Patch, Two-Tone, Roger, Anita, Pongo, Perdita, Nanny, The Colonel, Tibbs, Horace & Jasper (c) Dodie Smith
Thunderbolt, Lil Lightning, Wizzer, Dipstick & Freckles (c) Disney
Clayton, Kendra, Doc, Malinda & Tiger (c) Me (Babclayman)
Zare (c) Kit
Baddy & Iris (c) Hesso
Joey & Tippy (c) Belchic
Cuddly & Smiley (c) Cuddly
Cloud & Mimi (c) Mimi
Phillip (c) Corgi
Nuke, Daisy & Buzzsaw (c) Nuke
Tic-Tac (c) Tac
Slayer & Jenny (c) Slayer