Post by RaceFanX on May 30, 2010 1:12:58 GMT -5
If case you're just joining this: The Dearlys are back in London, Epsilon is alive with reinforcements and looking to conquer the UK and the sh*t just hit the fan. It's going to get wild in London Calling, Part 4!
(We're into the second act now, admittedly I think this one may be a bit weak as the two sides make chess moves against each other. Please stay with me here, the wild climax will make up for this. Plus I'm curious how long before you guys figure out what Epsilon's evil plan is.)
The pups just stared at one another. How was it possible. Epsilon alive? The pups halfway around the world? For both it was shock. The collie broke the stalemate.
"They wrecked my plans once, they won't wreck it again. Everybody evasive manuevers route 8-6-7!," he shouted.
Epsilon and Kappa took off down the alley toward its open end, his teammates at the other end hearing his orders and doing the same with their ill-gotten gains. Nu and Sigma were looking at identical diagrams at the time the order came to run. Sigma was caught so off guard that he took off on impulse and inadvertly dropped his copy of diagram.
Cloud just looked on in awe but Doc and Lucky shot down the alley in pursuit, barking wildly. The chase ended aruptly when the pair's leashes simply ran out and both were jerked back, Doc's coming off in the process. With the focus on taking a borderline herd of dogs for a walk none of the Dearlys noticed the confrontation.
"Son of a girl dog, he got away," said Lucky angrily. "Was it just me or was he ordering those other dogs around?"
"He most certainly was," Doc replied. "This does not bode well."
Doc had noticed the black lab drop a peice of paper and walked over to get it, out of leash again Lucky and Cloud had to rejoin the group. Doc grabbed the paper and looked over the diagram. Other than a small picture of Wembley Stadium on it he had no idea what it was for, it looked like a piece of TV equipment. He folded it up, placed the note in his scarf and ran to catch up to the group and reattach his leash. This wasn't over not by a long shot. For now though it would be a nice walk in park....
At Wembley Stadium a small army had mobilized. Trucks of equipment were parking where they would need to be with various crewmembers running wires, putting equipment in place and hooking things up. Some larger broadcast equipment was being lifted up to the roof with a Terex crane. On the field itself the grounds crew was working to ensure the playing surface was perfect for the match. In other areas restrooms were being cleaned and concession stands stocked up. This was a big game and everyone wanted to be prepared.
Outside a purple Scania 94D "lorry" pulled up with a giant brand new antenna painted green on its trailer. The truck driver got out his radio and relayed a message to the TV work crew.
"Hey Ricky, this is Arnold in the rig. On ole Monty's orders the boys and the shop spent all morning whipping this baby up. It's some sort of new digital HD transmitter. The form says its to be installed on the roof A-S-A-P for the game tomorrow."
His radio responded.
"Arnold, this is Ricky. We've got no mention of a new roof-mounted transmitter on our paper work. Are you sure that's for here, seems big for a late addition."
"Yeah, well I've got a copy of the work order right here in the rig," replied the trucker. "Order came down late last night. Must be some really new thing."
"Alright, we're get'er installed," responded the man on the radio.
A few workers unhooked the big antenna from the rig's trailer and hooked up several supports to rig it to the crane. With a roar of the Terex crane's engine the antenna was lifted skyward for its roof mounting. Soon it would be in place.
About an hour later in an abandoned warehouse the Skayninian dogs reconvened.
"HOW THE HELL IS POSSIBLE FOR THOSE STUPID SPOTTED MUTTS TO BE IN LONDON, ENGLAND!?!," shouted Epsilon angerily. "THE ONE THING, THE ONE STUPID THING, THAT RUINED MY PLANS LAST TIME AND THEY TURN UP AGAIN IN EUROPE THE DAY BEFORE I EXECUTE MY PLAN!."
"Yelling about the problem isn't going to fix it Epsilon," Zeta responded calmly.
"This seems like the plot to one of those crazy Earth TV shows where the "good guys" always show up right as stuff starts to go down," said a frustrated Epsilon.
"It's a shame the Dearly dogs are by no means the good guys considering they destroyed your plan for canine equality," said Iota. "With their massive strength in numbers they will be hard to beat."
"Indeed, their appearence in town cuts our odds of success by a good 67.8 percent," replied Epsilon. "Something about those pups, I've looked into it no matter what the odds they always seem to beat them and come out ahead. Statistically speaking, they should have lost a time or two by now."
"Perhaps that just means they are due one and we're about to make their number come up," said Omega. "Should we take offensive action against them?"
"No," replied Epsilon. "London is a big city, they likely have humans leading them around with their days planned out and what not. For now we should stick to the plan, I want everything ready for the attack. Once that is set perhaps we can work in a strike against the Dearly dogs but they are not the primary adjective, the football match is. This country loves its soccer on a level that excedes passion in some ways. Much of the country will be tied up watching that game and that is when we will strike."
"We lost a copy of the diagram for the transmitter in the hustle but we have several spares," Nu said. "I doubt those dogs could decepher it, they may figure out the place but the real nature and deliver of the attack will be such a mystery to them it won't matter. With this electronic equipment I can still assemble it this afternoon and be ready for an early evening test. This new design should have a much greater output power than your previous destroyed amp."
"Well then no time to waste," Epsilon said. "Dalmatians or no dalmatians Operation Declawing the Lion is going forward."
A walk through the park where Pongo and Roger first meet Anita and Perdita should have a great thrill to all the pups but as the walk progressed word was spreading through the crowd of canines and friends that their old enemy was back.
It wasn't until the pups stopped back at the house for lunch that word really got to all the pups.
"How could Epsilon possibly be alive," asked Clayton? "We saw that collie fall off a 10-story aerial and crushed by tons of falling metal. No normal dog could possibly survive that."
"This Epsilon isn't a normal dog by any means," said Cadpig. "And if he's in London I doubt he's just here to see Buckingham Palace and MI6."
"I think I have an idea why he's here," said Doc, laying out the diagram. "I'm not sure what this is, likely some upgrade of his previous amp. The picture of Wembley Stadium could mean he's looking to launch his attack from there. Perhaps the open playing or the metal in structure or something is what he needs. Maybe the stadium is built on an ancient alien burial ground or something that would supercharge his attack."
"Or maybe he just plans to attack that big soccer game tommorow," said Spot.
"Why? What would devolving 90,000 football hooligans into dogs prove?," replied Lucky. "Beer practically does that anyway manners-wise. Who other that a bunch of crazed fans is even going to that game?"
At that time Roger could be heard answering the door and recieved an envelop from a messenger who he thanked and tipped.
"Anita, great new the tickets are here," Roger said. "You, me, my Dad, Nanny and Amber are going to the big game tomorrow night."
"Is that the one where the royal family and the new Prime Minister and all those famous people are going to be in attendance?," replied Anita.
"Yeah it is," Roger responded. "These are the hot ticket in England right now. They're playing the Germans so you just know it's going to be a war."
The pups jaws collectively hit the floor. Roger had no idea how true those words were going to ring in about 31 hours....
(We're into the second act now, admittedly I think this one may be a bit weak as the two sides make chess moves against each other. Please stay with me here, the wild climax will make up for this. Plus I'm curious how long before you guys figure out what Epsilon's evil plan is.)
The pups just stared at one another. How was it possible. Epsilon alive? The pups halfway around the world? For both it was shock. The collie broke the stalemate.
"They wrecked my plans once, they won't wreck it again. Everybody evasive manuevers route 8-6-7!," he shouted.
Epsilon and Kappa took off down the alley toward its open end, his teammates at the other end hearing his orders and doing the same with their ill-gotten gains. Nu and Sigma were looking at identical diagrams at the time the order came to run. Sigma was caught so off guard that he took off on impulse and inadvertly dropped his copy of diagram.
Cloud just looked on in awe but Doc and Lucky shot down the alley in pursuit, barking wildly. The chase ended aruptly when the pair's leashes simply ran out and both were jerked back, Doc's coming off in the process. With the focus on taking a borderline herd of dogs for a walk none of the Dearlys noticed the confrontation.
"Son of a girl dog, he got away," said Lucky angrily. "Was it just me or was he ordering those other dogs around?"
"He most certainly was," Doc replied. "This does not bode well."
Doc had noticed the black lab drop a peice of paper and walked over to get it, out of leash again Lucky and Cloud had to rejoin the group. Doc grabbed the paper and looked over the diagram. Other than a small picture of Wembley Stadium on it he had no idea what it was for, it looked like a piece of TV equipment. He folded it up, placed the note in his scarf and ran to catch up to the group and reattach his leash. This wasn't over not by a long shot. For now though it would be a nice walk in park....
At Wembley Stadium a small army had mobilized. Trucks of equipment were parking where they would need to be with various crewmembers running wires, putting equipment in place and hooking things up. Some larger broadcast equipment was being lifted up to the roof with a Terex crane. On the field itself the grounds crew was working to ensure the playing surface was perfect for the match. In other areas restrooms were being cleaned and concession stands stocked up. This was a big game and everyone wanted to be prepared.
Outside a purple Scania 94D "lorry" pulled up with a giant brand new antenna painted green on its trailer. The truck driver got out his radio and relayed a message to the TV work crew.
"Hey Ricky, this is Arnold in the rig. On ole Monty's orders the boys and the shop spent all morning whipping this baby up. It's some sort of new digital HD transmitter. The form says its to be installed on the roof A-S-A-P for the game tomorrow."
His radio responded.
"Arnold, this is Ricky. We've got no mention of a new roof-mounted transmitter on our paper work. Are you sure that's for here, seems big for a late addition."
"Yeah, well I've got a copy of the work order right here in the rig," replied the trucker. "Order came down late last night. Must be some really new thing."
"Alright, we're get'er installed," responded the man on the radio.
A few workers unhooked the big antenna from the rig's trailer and hooked up several supports to rig it to the crane. With a roar of the Terex crane's engine the antenna was lifted skyward for its roof mounting. Soon it would be in place.
About an hour later in an abandoned warehouse the Skayninian dogs reconvened.
"HOW THE HELL IS POSSIBLE FOR THOSE STUPID SPOTTED MUTTS TO BE IN LONDON, ENGLAND!?!," shouted Epsilon angerily. "THE ONE THING, THE ONE STUPID THING, THAT RUINED MY PLANS LAST TIME AND THEY TURN UP AGAIN IN EUROPE THE DAY BEFORE I EXECUTE MY PLAN!."
"Yelling about the problem isn't going to fix it Epsilon," Zeta responded calmly.
"This seems like the plot to one of those crazy Earth TV shows where the "good guys" always show up right as stuff starts to go down," said a frustrated Epsilon.
"It's a shame the Dearly dogs are by no means the good guys considering they destroyed your plan for canine equality," said Iota. "With their massive strength in numbers they will be hard to beat."
"Indeed, their appearence in town cuts our odds of success by a good 67.8 percent," replied Epsilon. "Something about those pups, I've looked into it no matter what the odds they always seem to beat them and come out ahead. Statistically speaking, they should have lost a time or two by now."
"Perhaps that just means they are due one and we're about to make their number come up," said Omega. "Should we take offensive action against them?"
"No," replied Epsilon. "London is a big city, they likely have humans leading them around with their days planned out and what not. For now we should stick to the plan, I want everything ready for the attack. Once that is set perhaps we can work in a strike against the Dearly dogs but they are not the primary adjective, the football match is. This country loves its soccer on a level that excedes passion in some ways. Much of the country will be tied up watching that game and that is when we will strike."
"We lost a copy of the diagram for the transmitter in the hustle but we have several spares," Nu said. "I doubt those dogs could decepher it, they may figure out the place but the real nature and deliver of the attack will be such a mystery to them it won't matter. With this electronic equipment I can still assemble it this afternoon and be ready for an early evening test. This new design should have a much greater output power than your previous destroyed amp."
"Well then no time to waste," Epsilon said. "Dalmatians or no dalmatians Operation Declawing the Lion is going forward."
A walk through the park where Pongo and Roger first meet Anita and Perdita should have a great thrill to all the pups but as the walk progressed word was spreading through the crowd of canines and friends that their old enemy was back.
It wasn't until the pups stopped back at the house for lunch that word really got to all the pups.
"How could Epsilon possibly be alive," asked Clayton? "We saw that collie fall off a 10-story aerial and crushed by tons of falling metal. No normal dog could possibly survive that."
"This Epsilon isn't a normal dog by any means," said Cadpig. "And if he's in London I doubt he's just here to see Buckingham Palace and MI6."
"I think I have an idea why he's here," said Doc, laying out the diagram. "I'm not sure what this is, likely some upgrade of his previous amp. The picture of Wembley Stadium could mean he's looking to launch his attack from there. Perhaps the open playing or the metal in structure or something is what he needs. Maybe the stadium is built on an ancient alien burial ground or something that would supercharge his attack."
"Or maybe he just plans to attack that big soccer game tommorow," said Spot.
"Why? What would devolving 90,000 football hooligans into dogs prove?," replied Lucky. "Beer practically does that anyway manners-wise. Who other that a bunch of crazed fans is even going to that game?"
At that time Roger could be heard answering the door and recieved an envelop from a messenger who he thanked and tipped.
"Anita, great new the tickets are here," Roger said. "You, me, my Dad, Nanny and Amber are going to the big game tomorrow night."
"Is that the one where the royal family and the new Prime Minister and all those famous people are going to be in attendance?," replied Anita.
"Yeah it is," Roger responded. "These are the hot ticket in England right now. They're playing the Germans so you just know it's going to be a war."
The pups jaws collectively hit the floor. Roger had no idea how true those words were going to ring in about 31 hours....