Post by babclayman on Jan 31, 2010 6:52:46 GMT -5
Well, may have taken a while but i have got chapter 3 done, and it's a little longer than i had expected too =P
More to come in Chapter 4 =3
Enjoy ;D
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As pups walked around the newly titled “Dearly Farm” to which they now would be calling “home”, some began trying to form neutral relationships with the current locals of the ranch.
Lucky himself had already tried to socialize with a grey farm mongrel bringing up the subject of (what else) Television & Thunderbolt, However that conversation was immediately driven to a fast close when the farm mutt didn’t even know what cable was.
The mongrel was now being observed from a distance by the likes of; Dipstick, Two-Tone & Wizzer. The two brothers sat on top of an old broken cart set up by some milk pails while their sister stood at the wheel smiling towards this stranger she’s only just seen.
“Don’t you think he looks cute?” she asked with a blush on her face.
“Dipstick shrugged “He seems pretty cool.”
“And he does look like the type who would serve protection over those on his side.” Wizzer nodded, knowing how others found him an easy target to pick on due to his…‘condition’. “Think he’ll invite us to be his friends?”
“He’s cute and looks single.” Two-Tone has already begun strutting up to the pooch “That’s all the invitation I need.” She soon reached this infatuation and begun her flirting techniques.
Inside the barn; Clayton watched as Roger struggled over the crowds of puppies carrying the television set to a small corner near the back of the complex. As soon as he nearly broke the tube by placing it down with a trip, Clayton looked around and stood up approaching any random pup he came near and tried to make friends.
“Hi…I’m…I’m Clayton.” He said to which he was responded with…
“So you’re the new neighbours then?”
“Hm?” Clayton blinked “You’re not with us then?”
“Nope.” This new green haired pup shook his head “My siblings & I saw your bus head this way, our neighbourhood is only just over the hill…”
“Siblings?”
“Yeah, like Tiffany & Meer, you would like them. I’m Puffy by the way.” He held out his black paw out wagging his dipstick like tail waiting for a shake with Clayton.
Clayton nervously raised his paw in return and attempted to shake before--
“Hey Puff! You met one of the newbie’s then?”
The two turned to see a chub Dachshund in the doorway, staring rile toned towards them.
“Er…Yeah!” Puffy nodded “This is Clayton, Clayton this is; Creampuff, one of my neighbours.
“Errr…” Clayton gulped more “H-..”
“Look Spotty.” Creampuff looked Clayton hard on in the face “I am sure we can get along, just be sure not to get on my nerves and you’ll be okay…Savi?”
“Errr…Savi…” Clayton nodded
“Nice to meet you too…” Puffy sighed at Creampuff muttering under his voice.
In the small tree orchard close to the sheep field, pups happily ran along the close fences giggling and chuckling to themselves, while they did that they heard the aggravated sigh of a being sat behind the sheep field fence.
They turned and gazed.
There was a lone foxhound with fur of brown and ‘Jett’ black fur sitting behind the gate, his eyes were rolling at the sight if these idle pups as they just paused still fixing their eyes on him. One of which even stepped forward and opened his mouth.
“Hi…I’m Clou--“
“You got anything better to do with your time?” The foxhound blurted out, his look set with the feeling of apathy “While you walking about doing nothing; ‘some’ of us ‘working’ animals have got important jobs to do, like herding these sheep!”
Clouds ears dropped and he stepped back from this unfriendly stranger and behind the female pup like him wearing a blue collar with a skull tag attached to it, to which upon talking to on the bus, learnt her name to be; Mimi.
She however stepped forward and snapped to this foxhound in a snarling tone.
“Look here Sheep boy! We’ve only just arrived here, like…ten minutes ago! You can’t expect us to be automatically assigned to a job as soon as we get here! We’re just pups!”
“The name is; Jett! That’s never stopped me…” the hound protested “Oh! I wouldn’t expect a bunch of kids like you to understand.”
Cloud made another attempt at speaking to the herding hound known as Jett and spoke with a coy voice “Aren’t you the same age as us?”
“Not in some ways…” Jett muttered.
The silence of gauche continued on more with Jett & Mimi staring hard livid into the opposers eyes before Cloud instantly spoke up walking away from the scene to another farm animal saying:
“Hi! My name’s Cloud!”
On the lawn, puppies ran about in panic as a flesh red “Panther De Ville” coupe came ripping through the grass like a lawn mower on maximum grip in, and judging by the wild patterns it steered in, driven by someone who obviously had to bribe the instructor to get their license.
By the window, it revealed the sight of a rather old, winkled and pretty much to be honest; ugly woman with skin as grey as cigarette smoke which eased from her slide downs and wherever she roamed there was the scent of Pepper floating throughout the air, upon the seats next to her was a small ferret with fur matching the colour of it’s owner skin, yet with eyes which shone like stones of precious emerald and a nose like Ruby.
As the car seized to a halt in the driveway throwing up dirt against the spotted bus, the lady stepped out of it clutching a large cake with candles in her grip presenting it to what she called her’ new neighbours’!
However pups were more concerned on who this lady was as they hid under the house porch, behind the bushes or even taking shelter at the rear of Pongo or Perdy. As they stayed under shelter, they murmured amongst themselves.
“What she doing here?”
“I thought they locked her up!”
“What idiots were in her jury!?”
“Probably ones on her pay roll…”
“Most likely.”
To those who haven’t guessed the identity of this woman yet, maybe these news headlines can ring a bell…
“Fashion Star behind The Bar”
“Prison Strips is in this Year”
Or “The Devil Made her do it!”
This of course, is the Style Witch known by many as “Cruella DeVil”, Fashion World icon and Highest Stock Holder in the entire complex of Gruteley holding at least 10% or more in Shares on Every Singles establishment or business within the Tri-state area.
Shopping Malls, Food Outlets, Toy Stores, Charity Shops (though what certain cause it’s going to has yet to be identified), Retirement Homes, Race Tracks, Cinemas, TV Stations, Factories, High Schools (I can do this all day) just pretty much everything you can name, she’s got shares in.
However it is just in this tiny farmland on the outer boarders (along with the mansion estate of either the rich like the “Vandercream” or “Prudence Clark” families or the Famous Celebrities like the “Thunderbolt” Stars or Incorruptible Designer Star: “Puffin”) that her property stock empire has a hole. If she can claim possession of the majority farmland property, she would practically have power over almost everything in the region.
As pups growled to this common enemy of the canine kingdom, Cruella handed out a cheque to Roger in the amount of “$1000,000” signed ‘personally’ by her.
“You’re moneys no good here, Crulla.” Roger said stern turning down Cruella offer “It’s not for sale this farm now belongs to us and the Dalmatians…”
Cruellas eyes gazed to the pups “Hmm…Yes…Tell me are there still a hundred and one or did I manage to take out a couple on the way in?”
This bickering continued on as the grey ferret leaped from the car window and began snarling intimidate towards any pup which he came within two feet to, Cloud himself almost tried saying “Hello” to this new stranger however with just a single second of eye contact with it’s jade stare; he backed away slowly, his tail almost reaching between is legs.
The intimidation was brought to a close once Cruella gave up with trying to make Roger name a price.
“Fine, enjoy your ‘Barkingham Palace’, if you change your mind; let me know. Come Scorch!”
The ferret instant zipped after her across the grass and up the Aluminium plate body of the car, resting back in through the window onto the seat opposite of its vendor. There was the blender like spin to the Avon tires and the Panther roared its way out of the drive and denting the stone wall never the mail box in the process.
The puppies emerged from their bunkers.
“I’ll never understand that woman.” Roger sighed shaking his head as the vehicle made its way past the many fields of the farmstead and onto he newly refurbished “Hell Hall” (Or now titled: “Villa Devil”) where it rode past the gates and into a built in stone garage, he then turned his attention to his wife. “Anita, why did you even accept her offer to rehire you back at ‘The House of De Vil”? After what she almost did to the pups and the bad conditions she gives you. Ralphie St. Lowrent would have given you better milieu!”
“I know, Roger…” Anita sighed “But, she gave me my break and you know how loyal I can be…besides, I think Cruella claimed a Court Order obligated her to do it.”
“I should have gotten the restraining order refreshed as well….” Roger snarled to himself before turning back and wondering back into the house “Nanny? You got the cooker walking yet?”
“You’ll learn, Cuddly said!” Smiley muttered to himself as he walked across the yard “You’ll love it he said! Now we’re stuck next door to that Devil Woman!”
His vocal thoughts weren’t the only ones being spoken either; after their first hour or so upon this farm; pups were already showing mixed reactions.
“This place is alright, Kendra. However…I do find it’ll be easy to lose yourself around here…it’s so big!”
“But it’s tranquil, Iris. I’m sure there will be some nice quiet areas here, and imagine this place in the snow!”
“I don’t like living near that mean lady, Mimi. That ferret scares me.”
“Look, Cloud! That Jett punk is far more worse than that silly old ferret, be grateful we can barely understand what that thing says, it’s much better than having someone say how he’s got a big job to do and will do it. But on that lighter side, those sheep looked like they had no organization whatsoever, so says much about him.”
“Ah, Mooch. It so nice making your acquaintance. So you really think the sophisticated, Tom Boy or Grunge look will work good in your posse? Hm? Oh yeah…my bros want in too…”
“You see that cat & sheepdog over the Zare? They’re the ones I told you about! The ones that saved our pelts from the mansion!”
“I hear that got their own military group going to train us pups in similar situations, like Lightning in the episode about the ‘Doggie Reich’. Y-You think they’ll let me in? I mean…I got…something, which I don’t think they’ll like….”
“Phillip, here’s how I feel about it…anyone…DUMB ENOUGH…To want to be in a military group, should be allowed in. No questions asked.”
As pups continued to make their way to the barn, Clayton laid down from the lofts window looking below him watching all the blood siblings or friends enter through the large double doors together chatting and laughing with one another, he only sighed and rolled onto his back and gazed up to the ceiling, watching the overgrown tree branches, which eased their way through the wooden tiled roof.
Night came fast that moving day; upon having pups drag the likes of Rolly & Foody out of the dumpster for trying to grab bites of the left over “Bubba Gump” Shrimp, Nanny had ordered out (until she could get some shopping from the Market Store), the Canine family had joined Clayton in the barn loft where they laid down in the light of the moon shining in from the cracks in the roof but yet unlike most others who were most probably exhausted out of the long day, a rare some sat wide awake unable to get their eyes shut no matter how hard they tried.
Whether it came to the warm stuffy temperature of more than twelve dozen mammals or the many noise of multiple snores, drips of taps, cricks of crickets or the crash of trash from the raccoon in the can. Of course, others have ‘other’ reasons.
“Dipstick?” A faint noise came to the slight dim witted pups’ ear, his eyes slowly opened with a slight groan before he noticed that standing before him; Wizzer was gently shaking with his hind legs & tail tucked in tightly behind him, a state of a struggle & worry was faded all around his face.
“Hm? What is it, Wizz?” Dipstick got up stretching his legs before rubbing his eyes looking to Wizzer the same way he did in any form of situation.
“I…” Wizzer spoke up however each word he said only increased the pace of his shaking “I gotta go…”
“Er, Roger didn’t put any newspaper down again?” Dipstick asked as he used a hind leg to scratch this right ear, Wizzer only gulped.
“Well…He thought since we’re close to trees & bushes now…I’d…I’d be able to go outside for it….w, would you mind coming with me? So…So I don’t get lost?”
“Err…Sure…” Dipstick gave a small nod and as soon as he blinked, Wizzer was out the barn door faster than Roger on a bad chilli night.
The best thing, Dipstick could do was just try and catch up, following the scent of bake fresh urine pathing it’s way all across the small barn yard area.
“ Err, Wizzer?” Dipstick called as he followed Wizzers odour more, while this scent engulfed his nasal areas, another whiff forming in the air. The smell itself was more matching of what he would usually pick up with his sisters like Two-Tone or Jewel but despite being so familiar, it was so attractive, a feeling he just had to discover, no reason could be formed in his mind, he just…wanted to know.
“Hello?” he called into the darkness “Anyone there? Wizzer?”
The symphony of the night melodised more all over the yard but was now mixed with a noise of an almost mad giggle of a male voice with words which seemed to be made out as “d**n you mother! You just had to go and do it! d**n you for d--“
“AH!” Dipstick screamed as he felt another surface of fur collide with his back & tail causing him to make a tumble falling backwards, doing a roll before wobbling backwards and finally onto his posterior. Oddly as he screamed, a similar scream (however in a more high pitched voice) sang in harmony with his, that was however as soon as he had landed on his name-sake tail, that screamed turned into a girlish giggle.
Dipstick just now laid back down to the grassy surface near the dented brick wall looking up to a red collared female pup. Eye to eye, they just stared into one another, her spots were nothing special, just a small dottie little pup with spots showering all over her body.
“Hey there…” Her calm voice said down.
“Erm…” Dipstick felt a lump in his throat, pushing down any words he wanted to say. His nervous silence followed with an insane itching feeling building up in the fur of his back.
“You’re a bit of a quiet type aren’t you?” The dottie pup tilted her head more until Dipstick was finally able to blurt out with.
“Errr…Hi!”
“Can’t sleep either then?” The females’ questions continued just as the itching became unbearable.
“Er, no…” Dipstick instantly begun scratching with his hind leg almost matching the speed of Wizzer zipping out the barn “My brother wanted to go do his business…you haven’t seen him have you?”
“Sorry.” The female shook before noticing the fleas Dipstick scratched “Those fleas new to you?” she asked.
“Oh? No…” Dipstick shook just like the dottie one had before “I’ve had these guys almost my whole life, they’re like second family to me.” He started moving his paw around his body pointing out many different areas on his body “There’s Ronan, There’s Ricky, Christ, Tina, Marshall and…well…” he blushed “I don’t think I should tell you where Britney is.”
“You’re funny.” The girl pup giggled more.
“Er, sorry?” Dipstick gulped thinking he unintentionally did something wrong.
Things would have gone on longer if it wasn’t for a scream which came from the barn in Luckys voice, saying…
“AH! I can’t take it!”
Dipstick on instinct turned to check what happened before looking back to where this new pup was…
She was gone…
“Dipstick?” A familiar voice called back causing yet another instinct turn of his head.
“Wizzer?” he blinked “That you?”
“I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” Wizzer emerged from the darkness and stood in the same spot the girl had “Did you hear a scream just a few moments ago?”
“Er, I think there were, Crickets, Trash Cans Racoon and…err…oh! The taps dripping!”
Wizzer shook his head with a sigh “Come on, let’s get back to sleep.”
Wizzer lead his dim wit brother back into the barn as the Moon at its peek in the sky shone a silver path over the lakes and waters of the creeks close by.
In the morning, the sun rose in the amber sky.
Pups were awoken by the call of Nannys voice saying…
“Come & Get it!”
The others all slowly (or eventually) got up and tried to figure out where Nanny was calling from. It was most likely she had the breakfast kibble, but where the new meal area was, could be anyone’s guess. Eventually; ten minutes later, they found it and in the most obvious place too. The Silo Tower.
As pups now ate from a trough and Nanny tried telling Roger about plans she had for hooking some sort of contraption to the tower to make it easier to shift the kibble, the voices of those eating noticed something…
“Hey? Where’s Rolly? He never misses a meal!”
“Yeah, Lucky & Cadpig aren’t here either...”
“And Patch! Where’s Patch!?”
(To Be Continued…)
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Lucky, Rolly, Cadpig, Patch, Colonel, Tibbs, Roger, Anita, Nanny & Cruella (c) Dodie Smith
Two-Tone, Wizzer, Dipstick, Mooch, Scorch & Dottie (c) Disney
Clayton, Kendra & Tiger (c) Me (Babclayman)
Mimi & Cloud (c) Mimi
Jett (c) Pitch
Puffy & Creampuff (c) Puffy
Zare (c) Kit
Iris (c) Hesso
Foody (c) Olwe
Smiley (c) Cuddly
Phillip (c) Corgi
All others mentioned (c) Their Respected Owners
More to come in Chapter 4 =3
Enjoy ;D
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As pups walked around the newly titled “Dearly Farm” to which they now would be calling “home”, some began trying to form neutral relationships with the current locals of the ranch.
Lucky himself had already tried to socialize with a grey farm mongrel bringing up the subject of (what else) Television & Thunderbolt, However that conversation was immediately driven to a fast close when the farm mutt didn’t even know what cable was.
The mongrel was now being observed from a distance by the likes of; Dipstick, Two-Tone & Wizzer. The two brothers sat on top of an old broken cart set up by some milk pails while their sister stood at the wheel smiling towards this stranger she’s only just seen.
“Don’t you think he looks cute?” she asked with a blush on her face.
“Dipstick shrugged “He seems pretty cool.”
“And he does look like the type who would serve protection over those on his side.” Wizzer nodded, knowing how others found him an easy target to pick on due to his…‘condition’. “Think he’ll invite us to be his friends?”
“He’s cute and looks single.” Two-Tone has already begun strutting up to the pooch “That’s all the invitation I need.” She soon reached this infatuation and begun her flirting techniques.
Inside the barn; Clayton watched as Roger struggled over the crowds of puppies carrying the television set to a small corner near the back of the complex. As soon as he nearly broke the tube by placing it down with a trip, Clayton looked around and stood up approaching any random pup he came near and tried to make friends.
“Hi…I’m…I’m Clayton.” He said to which he was responded with…
“So you’re the new neighbours then?”
“Hm?” Clayton blinked “You’re not with us then?”
“Nope.” This new green haired pup shook his head “My siblings & I saw your bus head this way, our neighbourhood is only just over the hill…”
“Siblings?”
“Yeah, like Tiffany & Meer, you would like them. I’m Puffy by the way.” He held out his black paw out wagging his dipstick like tail waiting for a shake with Clayton.
Clayton nervously raised his paw in return and attempted to shake before--
“Hey Puff! You met one of the newbie’s then?”
The two turned to see a chub Dachshund in the doorway, staring rile toned towards them.
“Er…Yeah!” Puffy nodded “This is Clayton, Clayton this is; Creampuff, one of my neighbours.
“Errr…” Clayton gulped more “H-..”
“Look Spotty.” Creampuff looked Clayton hard on in the face “I am sure we can get along, just be sure not to get on my nerves and you’ll be okay…Savi?”
“Errr…Savi…” Clayton nodded
“Nice to meet you too…” Puffy sighed at Creampuff muttering under his voice.
In the small tree orchard close to the sheep field, pups happily ran along the close fences giggling and chuckling to themselves, while they did that they heard the aggravated sigh of a being sat behind the sheep field fence.
They turned and gazed.
There was a lone foxhound with fur of brown and ‘Jett’ black fur sitting behind the gate, his eyes were rolling at the sight if these idle pups as they just paused still fixing their eyes on him. One of which even stepped forward and opened his mouth.
“Hi…I’m Clou--“
“You got anything better to do with your time?” The foxhound blurted out, his look set with the feeling of apathy “While you walking about doing nothing; ‘some’ of us ‘working’ animals have got important jobs to do, like herding these sheep!”
Clouds ears dropped and he stepped back from this unfriendly stranger and behind the female pup like him wearing a blue collar with a skull tag attached to it, to which upon talking to on the bus, learnt her name to be; Mimi.
She however stepped forward and snapped to this foxhound in a snarling tone.
“Look here Sheep boy! We’ve only just arrived here, like…ten minutes ago! You can’t expect us to be automatically assigned to a job as soon as we get here! We’re just pups!”
“The name is; Jett! That’s never stopped me…” the hound protested “Oh! I wouldn’t expect a bunch of kids like you to understand.”
Cloud made another attempt at speaking to the herding hound known as Jett and spoke with a coy voice “Aren’t you the same age as us?”
“Not in some ways…” Jett muttered.
The silence of gauche continued on more with Jett & Mimi staring hard livid into the opposers eyes before Cloud instantly spoke up walking away from the scene to another farm animal saying:
“Hi! My name’s Cloud!”
On the lawn, puppies ran about in panic as a flesh red “Panther De Ville” coupe came ripping through the grass like a lawn mower on maximum grip in, and judging by the wild patterns it steered in, driven by someone who obviously had to bribe the instructor to get their license.
By the window, it revealed the sight of a rather old, winkled and pretty much to be honest; ugly woman with skin as grey as cigarette smoke which eased from her slide downs and wherever she roamed there was the scent of Pepper floating throughout the air, upon the seats next to her was a small ferret with fur matching the colour of it’s owner skin, yet with eyes which shone like stones of precious emerald and a nose like Ruby.
As the car seized to a halt in the driveway throwing up dirt against the spotted bus, the lady stepped out of it clutching a large cake with candles in her grip presenting it to what she called her’ new neighbours’!
However pups were more concerned on who this lady was as they hid under the house porch, behind the bushes or even taking shelter at the rear of Pongo or Perdy. As they stayed under shelter, they murmured amongst themselves.
“What she doing here?”
“I thought they locked her up!”
“What idiots were in her jury!?”
“Probably ones on her pay roll…”
“Most likely.”
To those who haven’t guessed the identity of this woman yet, maybe these news headlines can ring a bell…
“Fashion Star behind The Bar”
“Prison Strips is in this Year”
Or “The Devil Made her do it!”
This of course, is the Style Witch known by many as “Cruella DeVil”, Fashion World icon and Highest Stock Holder in the entire complex of Gruteley holding at least 10% or more in Shares on Every Singles establishment or business within the Tri-state area.
Shopping Malls, Food Outlets, Toy Stores, Charity Shops (though what certain cause it’s going to has yet to be identified), Retirement Homes, Race Tracks, Cinemas, TV Stations, Factories, High Schools (I can do this all day) just pretty much everything you can name, she’s got shares in.
However it is just in this tiny farmland on the outer boarders (along with the mansion estate of either the rich like the “Vandercream” or “Prudence Clark” families or the Famous Celebrities like the “Thunderbolt” Stars or Incorruptible Designer Star: “Puffin”) that her property stock empire has a hole. If she can claim possession of the majority farmland property, she would practically have power over almost everything in the region.
As pups growled to this common enemy of the canine kingdom, Cruella handed out a cheque to Roger in the amount of “$1000,000” signed ‘personally’ by her.
“You’re moneys no good here, Crulla.” Roger said stern turning down Cruella offer “It’s not for sale this farm now belongs to us and the Dalmatians…”
Cruellas eyes gazed to the pups “Hmm…Yes…Tell me are there still a hundred and one or did I manage to take out a couple on the way in?”
This bickering continued on as the grey ferret leaped from the car window and began snarling intimidate towards any pup which he came within two feet to, Cloud himself almost tried saying “Hello” to this new stranger however with just a single second of eye contact with it’s jade stare; he backed away slowly, his tail almost reaching between is legs.
The intimidation was brought to a close once Cruella gave up with trying to make Roger name a price.
“Fine, enjoy your ‘Barkingham Palace’, if you change your mind; let me know. Come Scorch!”
The ferret instant zipped after her across the grass and up the Aluminium plate body of the car, resting back in through the window onto the seat opposite of its vendor. There was the blender like spin to the Avon tires and the Panther roared its way out of the drive and denting the stone wall never the mail box in the process.
The puppies emerged from their bunkers.
“I’ll never understand that woman.” Roger sighed shaking his head as the vehicle made its way past the many fields of the farmstead and onto he newly refurbished “Hell Hall” (Or now titled: “Villa Devil”) where it rode past the gates and into a built in stone garage, he then turned his attention to his wife. “Anita, why did you even accept her offer to rehire you back at ‘The House of De Vil”? After what she almost did to the pups and the bad conditions she gives you. Ralphie St. Lowrent would have given you better milieu!”
“I know, Roger…” Anita sighed “But, she gave me my break and you know how loyal I can be…besides, I think Cruella claimed a Court Order obligated her to do it.”
“I should have gotten the restraining order refreshed as well….” Roger snarled to himself before turning back and wondering back into the house “Nanny? You got the cooker walking yet?”
“You’ll learn, Cuddly said!” Smiley muttered to himself as he walked across the yard “You’ll love it he said! Now we’re stuck next door to that Devil Woman!”
His vocal thoughts weren’t the only ones being spoken either; after their first hour or so upon this farm; pups were already showing mixed reactions.
“This place is alright, Kendra. However…I do find it’ll be easy to lose yourself around here…it’s so big!”
“But it’s tranquil, Iris. I’m sure there will be some nice quiet areas here, and imagine this place in the snow!”
“I don’t like living near that mean lady, Mimi. That ferret scares me.”
“Look, Cloud! That Jett punk is far more worse than that silly old ferret, be grateful we can barely understand what that thing says, it’s much better than having someone say how he’s got a big job to do and will do it. But on that lighter side, those sheep looked like they had no organization whatsoever, so says much about him.”
“Ah, Mooch. It so nice making your acquaintance. So you really think the sophisticated, Tom Boy or Grunge look will work good in your posse? Hm? Oh yeah…my bros want in too…”
“You see that cat & sheepdog over the Zare? They’re the ones I told you about! The ones that saved our pelts from the mansion!”
“I hear that got their own military group going to train us pups in similar situations, like Lightning in the episode about the ‘Doggie Reich’. Y-You think they’ll let me in? I mean…I got…something, which I don’t think they’ll like….”
“Phillip, here’s how I feel about it…anyone…DUMB ENOUGH…To want to be in a military group, should be allowed in. No questions asked.”
As pups continued to make their way to the barn, Clayton laid down from the lofts window looking below him watching all the blood siblings or friends enter through the large double doors together chatting and laughing with one another, he only sighed and rolled onto his back and gazed up to the ceiling, watching the overgrown tree branches, which eased their way through the wooden tiled roof.
Night came fast that moving day; upon having pups drag the likes of Rolly & Foody out of the dumpster for trying to grab bites of the left over “Bubba Gump” Shrimp, Nanny had ordered out (until she could get some shopping from the Market Store), the Canine family had joined Clayton in the barn loft where they laid down in the light of the moon shining in from the cracks in the roof but yet unlike most others who were most probably exhausted out of the long day, a rare some sat wide awake unable to get their eyes shut no matter how hard they tried.
Whether it came to the warm stuffy temperature of more than twelve dozen mammals or the many noise of multiple snores, drips of taps, cricks of crickets or the crash of trash from the raccoon in the can. Of course, others have ‘other’ reasons.
“Dipstick?” A faint noise came to the slight dim witted pups’ ear, his eyes slowly opened with a slight groan before he noticed that standing before him; Wizzer was gently shaking with his hind legs & tail tucked in tightly behind him, a state of a struggle & worry was faded all around his face.
“Hm? What is it, Wizz?” Dipstick got up stretching his legs before rubbing his eyes looking to Wizzer the same way he did in any form of situation.
“I…” Wizzer spoke up however each word he said only increased the pace of his shaking “I gotta go…”
“Er, Roger didn’t put any newspaper down again?” Dipstick asked as he used a hind leg to scratch this right ear, Wizzer only gulped.
“Well…He thought since we’re close to trees & bushes now…I’d…I’d be able to go outside for it….w, would you mind coming with me? So…So I don’t get lost?”
“Err…Sure…” Dipstick gave a small nod and as soon as he blinked, Wizzer was out the barn door faster than Roger on a bad chilli night.
The best thing, Dipstick could do was just try and catch up, following the scent of bake fresh urine pathing it’s way all across the small barn yard area.
“ Err, Wizzer?” Dipstick called as he followed Wizzers odour more, while this scent engulfed his nasal areas, another whiff forming in the air. The smell itself was more matching of what he would usually pick up with his sisters like Two-Tone or Jewel but despite being so familiar, it was so attractive, a feeling he just had to discover, no reason could be formed in his mind, he just…wanted to know.
“Hello?” he called into the darkness “Anyone there? Wizzer?”
The symphony of the night melodised more all over the yard but was now mixed with a noise of an almost mad giggle of a male voice with words which seemed to be made out as “d**n you mother! You just had to go and do it! d**n you for d--“
“AH!” Dipstick screamed as he felt another surface of fur collide with his back & tail causing him to make a tumble falling backwards, doing a roll before wobbling backwards and finally onto his posterior. Oddly as he screamed, a similar scream (however in a more high pitched voice) sang in harmony with his, that was however as soon as he had landed on his name-sake tail, that screamed turned into a girlish giggle.
Dipstick just now laid back down to the grassy surface near the dented brick wall looking up to a red collared female pup. Eye to eye, they just stared into one another, her spots were nothing special, just a small dottie little pup with spots showering all over her body.
“Hey there…” Her calm voice said down.
“Erm…” Dipstick felt a lump in his throat, pushing down any words he wanted to say. His nervous silence followed with an insane itching feeling building up in the fur of his back.
“You’re a bit of a quiet type aren’t you?” The dottie pup tilted her head more until Dipstick was finally able to blurt out with.
“Errr…Hi!”
“Can’t sleep either then?” The females’ questions continued just as the itching became unbearable.
“Er, no…” Dipstick instantly begun scratching with his hind leg almost matching the speed of Wizzer zipping out the barn “My brother wanted to go do his business…you haven’t seen him have you?”
“Sorry.” The female shook before noticing the fleas Dipstick scratched “Those fleas new to you?” she asked.
“Oh? No…” Dipstick shook just like the dottie one had before “I’ve had these guys almost my whole life, they’re like second family to me.” He started moving his paw around his body pointing out many different areas on his body “There’s Ronan, There’s Ricky, Christ, Tina, Marshall and…well…” he blushed “I don’t think I should tell you where Britney is.”
“You’re funny.” The girl pup giggled more.
“Er, sorry?” Dipstick gulped thinking he unintentionally did something wrong.
Things would have gone on longer if it wasn’t for a scream which came from the barn in Luckys voice, saying…
“AH! I can’t take it!”
Dipstick on instinct turned to check what happened before looking back to where this new pup was…
She was gone…
“Dipstick?” A familiar voice called back causing yet another instinct turn of his head.
“Wizzer?” he blinked “That you?”
“I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” Wizzer emerged from the darkness and stood in the same spot the girl had “Did you hear a scream just a few moments ago?”
“Er, I think there were, Crickets, Trash Cans Racoon and…err…oh! The taps dripping!”
Wizzer shook his head with a sigh “Come on, let’s get back to sleep.”
Wizzer lead his dim wit brother back into the barn as the Moon at its peek in the sky shone a silver path over the lakes and waters of the creeks close by.
In the morning, the sun rose in the amber sky.
Pups were awoken by the call of Nannys voice saying…
“Come & Get it!”
The others all slowly (or eventually) got up and tried to figure out where Nanny was calling from. It was most likely she had the breakfast kibble, but where the new meal area was, could be anyone’s guess. Eventually; ten minutes later, they found it and in the most obvious place too. The Silo Tower.
As pups now ate from a trough and Nanny tried telling Roger about plans she had for hooking some sort of contraption to the tower to make it easier to shift the kibble, the voices of those eating noticed something…
“Hey? Where’s Rolly? He never misses a meal!”
“Yeah, Lucky & Cadpig aren’t here either...”
“And Patch! Where’s Patch!?”
(To Be Continued…)
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Lucky, Rolly, Cadpig, Patch, Colonel, Tibbs, Roger, Anita, Nanny & Cruella (c) Dodie Smith
Two-Tone, Wizzer, Dipstick, Mooch, Scorch & Dottie (c) Disney
Clayton, Kendra & Tiger (c) Me (Babclayman)
Mimi & Cloud (c) Mimi
Jett (c) Pitch
Puffy & Creampuff (c) Puffy
Zare (c) Kit
Iris (c) Hesso
Foody (c) Olwe
Smiley (c) Cuddly
Phillip (c) Corgi
All others mentioned (c) Their Respected Owners