Post by RaceFanX on Mar 28, 2010 1:01:31 GMT -5
Previously on 101 Dalmatians: The pups have gone home to London for a little vacation R&R but an familiar enemy is back in action and this time he brought backup. Can the pups figure out what he's planning in time? Will they even figure out he's in London in time? Or will his evil plan succeed and leave all of the UK and Ireland "collared" under his lead? The action continues in London Calling PART 2!
(This chapter is actually pretty light on action, let's let the doggies have some fun before I let the bad guy try and whip out the city.)
The Puppy Double-Decker Bus continued on its drive into London. The city sparkled with flash of hundreds of signs and street lights, or maybe it was just that "new city" sense of excitement the pups were feeling.
"It's good to be back," said Lucky with a smile on his face.
"I don't think we've been here since that last London Adventure," Patch said.
He was right, while the pups had been born in London they had moved to the English countryside to get more room after their family had grown. Then came that misadventure of Patch's that came along right at the time of the move and eventually saw him and many of the other pups land a TV gig on "Thunderbolt." The family moved to Topstown in the United States shortly there after to be closed to the show's East Coast studio but while they made money on the move the Thunderbolt show was redone at executive request in "Thunderbolt, P.I.," a rather nonsense name as his character is a spy, and the dalmatians were written out of the show. Still they were excited to be back in their old stomping grounds, Jewel rolled down a window at the back of the bus.
"Ah just, like, smell that London air," she proclaimed. Nuke did just that.
"Yeah, smells like fish and chips, strong beer, exhaust from those little black cabs, diversity and meaningless monarchies," he replied.
"I know, isn't it great to be back," replied Rolly. "We've got to get some of that fish and chips...and some blood pudding...and some spotted dick..."
"ROLLY!," replied Avenger shocked. He was new to the Dearly clan and wasn't around when the pups lived in London.
"Spotted dick is a desert, you know, they make it with custard," Kit replied to fill in Avenger.
The focus shifted back to Nuke's comment about the royal family as Doc spoke up in his usual off-the-wall but well-meaning manner.
"Don't insult the queen Nuke, she's really a werewolf and you know how they get when..."
"Doc!," replied Clayton, all too familar with where this was going. "You said you'd keep those references in check. You and I both know the queen is not a canine in any way, shape or form."
"Sorry Clayton," replied the scarfed canine.
"Ya can't blame him for being excited. Ole Doc here is just brimming with spunk about being back in London," Wing replied about Doc, his choice of words got a couple of stares. "What'd I say?"
The akward silence was shatted by a sound from outside the bus. WE-WOO! WE-WOO! WE-WOO! A white Vauxhall Astra police car came racing down the highway.
"It's the Fuzz," proclaimed Belchic. "Possibly of the 'Hot' variety."
The Astra, equipped with flashing blue lights painted with a blue-and-yellow checkerboard pattern down the sides and a neon orange-with-yellow-stripes look on the back shot by the bus and raced off into the night.
"Good grief, that's what the cops drive around here," Patriot said with amazement. "I thought Top Gear was joking around about the paint jobs. And good grief, an Astra! The smokies around here are driving clown cars. They need to get something with a V8 like the Crown Vics back in the States."
"That's just a basic use car Patriot," replied Slayer. "They give the cops like Subaru Imprezas and Skoda Octavias and stuff for when they have to really pursue some one...Plus Vauxhall is GM and that automatically makes it better then some old banger Ford."
"The heck is it does," replied Patriot. The two were getting into a war of words about cars but no one really noticed and most got on with what they were doing before as the bus exited the "motorway" and started proceeding down surface streets. The bus passed by a dance club where Eurobeat music can clearly be heard.
"This place is cool," said Roxy, it being the little vixen's first time in the UK. "That Euro music has a bit of an 80s feel to it. Of course given how many new wave bands came out of England that's no surprise. Shame M.J.'s comback concerts here didn't work out."
"Speaking of that, how many times did you see 'This is It' Roxy," asked Star.
"Three...well three and a half," she replied. "I got to the drive-in late one night after choir practice with Raul."
The bus briefly stopped at a light before driving past St James Park. The area was getting very familar.
"It feels so different to be back in England," Flo said.
"It's so different in every way from America," added Dipstick.
Mimi looked out the window of the bus and noticed the stores they were passing at that instant were a McDonald's, a RadioShack and an Apple Store with the vehicles parked in front of them being a Jeep Grand Cherokee, a Chevrolet Aveo and a Chrysler Viper. Dipstick's unintentional sense of humor had remarkable good timing.
The bus rounded one last corner, pasing a bus stop with a blue sign that fitting had a drawing of a dalmatian on it holding a futuristic cell phone in its. "DS Technologies: Fetching your new future. Coming soon" proclaimed the ad. The bus came to stop in front of a brownstone flat...actually this flat looked kind of familiar...actually this flat looked very familiar. Anita said exactly what everyone on the Routemaster was thinking.
"Roger is that our old house," she asked.
"Yup, it's been vacant for a bit so I rented it out for us to us as our accomdations during the trip. In the long run it's actually cheaper than a hotel...plus I couldn't find one that would actually take all our pets," Roger explained. "I made sure it was all fixed up and refurnished before we arrived. What do you think?"
"It's quite nostalgic," replied Nanny. "We do have a lot of good memories in this house."
The look on pup's faces was classic. They were somewhat excited to have their old digs back, if just for two weeks. The bus was soon unloaded and the human off to bed.
Lucky and couple of other pups decided to watch a little TV before going to bed. It looked
"Tonight on the Late, Late, Late Night Import Movie it's the 70's American thriller 'Black Sunday'," proclaimed the announcer. Most of the pups were asleep well before the climax.
The sun rose on another fine spring day in the UK. Birds were chirping, squirrels ran back in forth in the park, people commuted to work. A man purchased a newspaper from a vendor, the top story was something evil cults in the Isle of Dogs area and how some missing boy may have been sacrificed to them. But not everyone had business, pleasure or deadly cults on their minds. Two pups, a border collie and a black lab stood alone in the parking lot of the 90,000 seat Wembley Stadium. The pair were holding a balloon, who knows where they got it, and watching it sway back and forth in the breeze.
"It's a prevailing southwesterly alright," Epsilon said. "I've checked weather reports for the last few days. The current system is expected to be stagnant over the city for the next few days."
"So you expect the weather on game day to be somewhat like this," asked Sigma?
"Indeed I do," replied Epsilon. "This constant moderate climate is a blessing, it will give us mostly consistant weather to plan in. I would estimate this increases our chances of success by 6.83 percent."
"Well that's good to hear," Sigma replied. "We can really start getting in depth with our planning now."
The pair continued with their planning. Whatever their goal was, it did not bode well for humanity.
If it was a day of serious planning for some dogs it was a whirlwind day of fun for others. Roger had a full day planned and had pulled the right strings, mostly monetarily to be able to take his canines with him to the city's attractions. As the Go-Gos hit "Vacation" played over a montage the pups lived it up. All the pups were seeing all the sights but the shots could only fit in so many in each look. Raiden, Drake, Two-Tone and several others pups with Amber take a spin on the London Eye; Olwe, Tippy and Goliath and associates learn a bit about hieroglyphs examining the Rosetta Stone at the British Museum at the British Museum with Nanny; Shadow, Techno and Spot checked and their group checked out the Stephenson's "Rocket" steam engine with Roger at the Science Museum while Patriot, Slayer and Sparky lagged behind to look at a wrecked McLaren F1 car and Belchic, Lucky and Rolly and company with Grandpa walked across a certain crosswalk on Abbey Road (an older white VW Beetle parked in the background). It was a great day for the pups and this was only the first day of their trip.
As the Dearlys hit the hay for the night after the first day of their "London Holiday" all seemed well...except that up in the sky five bright steaks of yellow light were shooting toward the city. They were identical in every way to the one of the evening before. In the dark of the night the five fireballs slammed into London. One crashed right in the middle of the empty Millennium Bridge, an Irish Wolfhound pup dusting himself off and walking away from the wreckage. Another hit just outside a small electronic store with a fancy sign labelled "Florida Trevor's Discount Electronic Deals!", a black female Portuguese Water Dog emerging with a slick-looking smile on his face. The third landed smack-dab in the middle of a highway causing a large semi-truck (or a 'lorry' to the locals) to spike the breaks to avoid hitting the object. A pan around the truck reveals it to belong to the "Carpenter Demolition Company," with placards indicting an explosive cargo aboard, and the dog to be a female kuvasz pup. The fourth landed smack in the middle of an electric car dealership, destroying three brand-new G-Whiz cars in the process meaning thankfully nothing of real value was lost as a nervous looking Pembroke Welsh Corgi pup stumbled into the streets. The final fireball centerpunched threw the roof of the iconic BBC Television Center. The giant hole ran through several stories of the skyscraper all the way to a kitchen as a brown cairn terrier pup shook himself off from the crator.
"So this is Earth, fine place they have here. I think I like running it," the dog said with a smerk. This was Zeta...
(This chapter is actually pretty light on action, let's let the doggies have some fun before I let the bad guy try and whip out the city.)
The Puppy Double-Decker Bus continued on its drive into London. The city sparkled with flash of hundreds of signs and street lights, or maybe it was just that "new city" sense of excitement the pups were feeling.
"It's good to be back," said Lucky with a smile on his face.
"I don't think we've been here since that last London Adventure," Patch said.
He was right, while the pups had been born in London they had moved to the English countryside to get more room after their family had grown. Then came that misadventure of Patch's that came along right at the time of the move and eventually saw him and many of the other pups land a TV gig on "Thunderbolt." The family moved to Topstown in the United States shortly there after to be closed to the show's East Coast studio but while they made money on the move the Thunderbolt show was redone at executive request in "Thunderbolt, P.I.," a rather nonsense name as his character is a spy, and the dalmatians were written out of the show. Still they were excited to be back in their old stomping grounds, Jewel rolled down a window at the back of the bus.
"Ah just, like, smell that London air," she proclaimed. Nuke did just that.
"Yeah, smells like fish and chips, strong beer, exhaust from those little black cabs, diversity and meaningless monarchies," he replied.
"I know, isn't it great to be back," replied Rolly. "We've got to get some of that fish and chips...and some blood pudding...and some spotted dick..."
"ROLLY!," replied Avenger shocked. He was new to the Dearly clan and wasn't around when the pups lived in London.
"Spotted dick is a desert, you know, they make it with custard," Kit replied to fill in Avenger.
The focus shifted back to Nuke's comment about the royal family as Doc spoke up in his usual off-the-wall but well-meaning manner.
"Don't insult the queen Nuke, she's really a werewolf and you know how they get when..."
"Doc!," replied Clayton, all too familar with where this was going. "You said you'd keep those references in check. You and I both know the queen is not a canine in any way, shape or form."
"Sorry Clayton," replied the scarfed canine.
"Ya can't blame him for being excited. Ole Doc here is just brimming with spunk about being back in London," Wing replied about Doc, his choice of words got a couple of stares. "What'd I say?"
The akward silence was shatted by a sound from outside the bus. WE-WOO! WE-WOO! WE-WOO! A white Vauxhall Astra police car came racing down the highway.
"It's the Fuzz," proclaimed Belchic. "Possibly of the 'Hot' variety."
The Astra, equipped with flashing blue lights painted with a blue-and-yellow checkerboard pattern down the sides and a neon orange-with-yellow-stripes look on the back shot by the bus and raced off into the night.
"Good grief, that's what the cops drive around here," Patriot said with amazement. "I thought Top Gear was joking around about the paint jobs. And good grief, an Astra! The smokies around here are driving clown cars. They need to get something with a V8 like the Crown Vics back in the States."
"That's just a basic use car Patriot," replied Slayer. "They give the cops like Subaru Imprezas and Skoda Octavias and stuff for when they have to really pursue some one...Plus Vauxhall is GM and that automatically makes it better then some old banger Ford."
"The heck is it does," replied Patriot. The two were getting into a war of words about cars but no one really noticed and most got on with what they were doing before as the bus exited the "motorway" and started proceeding down surface streets. The bus passed by a dance club where Eurobeat music can clearly be heard.
"This place is cool," said Roxy, it being the little vixen's first time in the UK. "That Euro music has a bit of an 80s feel to it. Of course given how many new wave bands came out of England that's no surprise. Shame M.J.'s comback concerts here didn't work out."
"Speaking of that, how many times did you see 'This is It' Roxy," asked Star.
"Three...well three and a half," she replied. "I got to the drive-in late one night after choir practice with Raul."
The bus briefly stopped at a light before driving past St James Park. The area was getting very familar.
"It feels so different to be back in England," Flo said.
"It's so different in every way from America," added Dipstick.
Mimi looked out the window of the bus and noticed the stores they were passing at that instant were a McDonald's, a RadioShack and an Apple Store with the vehicles parked in front of them being a Jeep Grand Cherokee, a Chevrolet Aveo and a Chrysler Viper. Dipstick's unintentional sense of humor had remarkable good timing.
The bus rounded one last corner, pasing a bus stop with a blue sign that fitting had a drawing of a dalmatian on it holding a futuristic cell phone in its. "DS Technologies: Fetching your new future. Coming soon" proclaimed the ad. The bus came to stop in front of a brownstone flat...actually this flat looked kind of familiar...actually this flat looked very familiar. Anita said exactly what everyone on the Routemaster was thinking.
"Roger is that our old house," she asked.
"Yup, it's been vacant for a bit so I rented it out for us to us as our accomdations during the trip. In the long run it's actually cheaper than a hotel...plus I couldn't find one that would actually take all our pets," Roger explained. "I made sure it was all fixed up and refurnished before we arrived. What do you think?"
"It's quite nostalgic," replied Nanny. "We do have a lot of good memories in this house."
The look on pup's faces was classic. They were somewhat excited to have their old digs back, if just for two weeks. The bus was soon unloaded and the human off to bed.
Lucky and couple of other pups decided to watch a little TV before going to bed. It looked
"Tonight on the Late, Late, Late Night Import Movie it's the 70's American thriller 'Black Sunday'," proclaimed the announcer. Most of the pups were asleep well before the climax.
The sun rose on another fine spring day in the UK. Birds were chirping, squirrels ran back in forth in the park, people commuted to work. A man purchased a newspaper from a vendor, the top story was something evil cults in the Isle of Dogs area and how some missing boy may have been sacrificed to them. But not everyone had business, pleasure or deadly cults on their minds. Two pups, a border collie and a black lab stood alone in the parking lot of the 90,000 seat Wembley Stadium. The pair were holding a balloon, who knows where they got it, and watching it sway back and forth in the breeze.
"It's a prevailing southwesterly alright," Epsilon said. "I've checked weather reports for the last few days. The current system is expected to be stagnant over the city for the next few days."
"So you expect the weather on game day to be somewhat like this," asked Sigma?
"Indeed I do," replied Epsilon. "This constant moderate climate is a blessing, it will give us mostly consistant weather to plan in. I would estimate this increases our chances of success by 6.83 percent."
"Well that's good to hear," Sigma replied. "We can really start getting in depth with our planning now."
The pair continued with their planning. Whatever their goal was, it did not bode well for humanity.
If it was a day of serious planning for some dogs it was a whirlwind day of fun for others. Roger had a full day planned and had pulled the right strings, mostly monetarily to be able to take his canines with him to the city's attractions. As the Go-Gos hit "Vacation" played over a montage the pups lived it up. All the pups were seeing all the sights but the shots could only fit in so many in each look. Raiden, Drake, Two-Tone and several others pups with Amber take a spin on the London Eye; Olwe, Tippy and Goliath and associates learn a bit about hieroglyphs examining the Rosetta Stone at the British Museum at the British Museum with Nanny; Shadow, Techno and Spot checked and their group checked out the Stephenson's "Rocket" steam engine with Roger at the Science Museum while Patriot, Slayer and Sparky lagged behind to look at a wrecked McLaren F1 car and Belchic, Lucky and Rolly and company with Grandpa walked across a certain crosswalk on Abbey Road (an older white VW Beetle parked in the background). It was a great day for the pups and this was only the first day of their trip.
As the Dearlys hit the hay for the night after the first day of their "London Holiday" all seemed well...except that up in the sky five bright steaks of yellow light were shooting toward the city. They were identical in every way to the one of the evening before. In the dark of the night the five fireballs slammed into London. One crashed right in the middle of the empty Millennium Bridge, an Irish Wolfhound pup dusting himself off and walking away from the wreckage. Another hit just outside a small electronic store with a fancy sign labelled "Florida Trevor's Discount Electronic Deals!", a black female Portuguese Water Dog emerging with a slick-looking smile on his face. The third landed smack-dab in the middle of a highway causing a large semi-truck (or a 'lorry' to the locals) to spike the breaks to avoid hitting the object. A pan around the truck reveals it to belong to the "Carpenter Demolition Company," with placards indicting an explosive cargo aboard, and the dog to be a female kuvasz pup. The fourth landed smack in the middle of an electric car dealership, destroying three brand-new G-Whiz cars in the process meaning thankfully nothing of real value was lost as a nervous looking Pembroke Welsh Corgi pup stumbled into the streets. The final fireball centerpunched threw the roof of the iconic BBC Television Center. The giant hole ran through several stories of the skyscraper all the way to a kitchen as a brown cairn terrier pup shook himself off from the crator.
"So this is Earth, fine place they have here. I think I like running it," the dog said with a smerk. This was Zeta...