Post by RaceFanX on Jul 11, 2010 0:46:17 GMT -5
I've hit some writers block but this is too good an opportunity not to write a chapter. Tonight the last bit of plot is finalized before the climax really gets rolling. I thought the last bit was a little dark so I tried to just give the pups some light-hearted dialogue as a breather in this one, enjoy this break before I start thrashing cars and throwing punches in the next chapter...
SATURDAY, GAME DAY
It is completely dark. Suddenly a small light crests into view from the distance. It's coming straight on at high speed. Suddenly it zooms by into the daylight. The light is actually a Eurostar train and the fast-moving white and yellow streak shoots out of the British end of Channel Tunnel. Aboard are hundreds of German soccer fans arriving for the game, decked out in black, yellow and red. Some are even wearing capes. The train roars past the city of Cheriton where residents are starting to hang flags.
Across England the entire country is getting into a patriotic mood for the game. In Portsmith a giant projection TV screen is being put up for the servicemen of the city's Royal Navy base to watch the game. There's bluebirds over the White Cliffs of Dover as some little kids play a soccer game amongst themselves on top of the cliffs to get into the mood. In Blackpool several fans don matching replica jerseys of the English team. In Liverpool two parents wearing Liverpool F.C. shirts are passed out drunk while in the background their kids are apparently using cutting the living room carpet with a riding lawn tractor. And in London the Kanine Krunchies blimp is being unloaded from its tractor-trailer and prepared to cover the game by its crew of three, with a turn of a handle on a tank the blimp begins to fill with helium and inflate. At Buckingham Palace the Queen's royal Bentley is washed and waxed to get it ready to take her to the game. The workers are careful to avoid damaging the "Don't hit me, if I die Charlie gets the country" and "Rule Britannia...I do it literally" bumper stickers.
For the pups it was a day of utter nervousness. None of them had slept all that well the night before because of the fears of what would happen today if Epsilon succeeded. A Saturday morning stop-motion animated show about a sheep played on the TV.
"How is life a treat with this Shaun the Sheep?," asked Slayer.
"Well he is a very happy fellow," Belchic said. "Although from time to time he makes life a living heck for that nice sheepdog. Shame."
"The sheep would make me happier if he came with some rice," said Foody. "Um, lamb and rice flavor."
The others gave him a dirty look but quickly shrugged it off. The focus of the conversation soon shifted to the potential attack.
"We are no closer to finding Epsilon today than we were yesterday," Doc said. "Nothing on the Twilight bark, no adoptions on the city's online records of dogs matching their descriptions and only a random attack on a residence last night. If he built another device like his amp no doubt he has a way to transport it so that's probably attack probably isn't in the area where he stored it."
"That dog is harder to find than Jimmy Hoffa," said Lucky. "I wouldn't think you could hide a sheepdog in a city so well, who knew huh?"
"This would be a lot easier if this were a cartoon or TV show and he like gave us hints to taunt us," said Spot. "Shame this is real-life huh."
"There has to be a way to find him," Cadpig said.
"With no real leads the only option is to really try and surround the stadium," Two-Tone added.
"There's no way we could do that stealthfully," noted Lucky. "The humans would catch on, we'll all end up in the pound. Or we could cause a panic and start a riot."
"It's a British soccer game," noted Patriot. "Isn't a riot a given."
"Well yeah, especially if the lager beer the Holligans love is sold cheap," noted Sean. "You know them, they love to cause trouble if they lose."
"Actually they do the same thing if they win," said Lucky. "They just like to cause trouble in general."
"We've got a stadium full of Germans and English," Doc noted. "Could we pit them against each other, start a riot. Disturb the game, maybe force an evacuation."
"I really don't think starting a fight between those two is a good idea," said Patch. "Let's leave the international feuds on the field where they belong. Either way I think the Germans would win."
"Yeah, they have a World Cup champion ship caliber team," said Clayton. "Well, if the Spaniards or the Brazilians don't win it."
"Actually they look like more of a third-place team to me," Hesso noted. "Third is still really really good though," he noted with a national pride-filled smile.
"Let's face it we're in real trouble here," Lucky said. "We only know where Epsilon will strike not how or when. We don't even know where he is. We'll never find him in time unless he shows up on our doorstep looking for a fight and really what are the odds of that..."
In the warehouse Epsilon and his crew were going over the final details of their plan.
"And so once we set off the broadcast we'll meet up at the rendezvous point and leave the city under the cover of all the madness. With the Royal family and the Prime Minister all in attendance at the game it will pure chaos as everyone tries to figure out who's in charge of the country not to mention the panic as the remaining humans rush around trying to find their loved ones and see if they are okay."
"Once we upgrade the humans what's to stop an outbreak among the new dogs of say PDS," asked Nu.
"Nothing, but that's all part of the plan for chaos," replied Epsilon. "We'll retreat to the country for two days then spring a phase two attack under the same principle as my failed attack in Grutley amp the signal to spread over the right diameter and all of the UK and Ireland will be canine by nightfall. With the resulting panic we'll have the perfect opportunity to stage a coup d'étatand and conquer all of the British Isles. We a bargining chip like this we can fake negotiations with the rest of the world long enough to buy us time for a full-scale global attack. If our London attack succeeds I estimate successful conquest of the world within six months."
"It's all well and good but what about the Dalmatians," asked Omega. "They are onto us and they know where you'll attack. They foiled your first plan and they outnumber us by in the area 95 canines."
"We can only hope they don't know enough to stop us," Sigma said. "Our biggest advantage is the fact they don't know the deliver system. We'll switch in our broadcaster for one of the TV cameras then beam our signal onto the antenna we had mounted on the stadium to override the broadcast."
"They'll find out and you know it," Iota spoke up. "From what we know of these pups they are basically unstoppable. They are going to throw a wrench into this plan."
"We're ahead of schedule and it should only take maybe three of us to get the broadcaster in place," said Omega. "Epsilon, I suggest we do the last thing they'd expect and attack them head-on before the game. They wouldn't see it coming and with the element of surprise we could take out their leaders like that dog with the scarf and put the ball somewhat back in our court."
"Do we even know where they are staying," asked Kappa nervously.
"They were taking a walk in the vincinity of the electronics store," said Sigma. "They must be in that neighborhood. No hotels in that area, we can use the laptop and find the properties to rent. They can be located."
"Attacking those pups head-on would be a dangerous gamble," Epsilon said. "But if we know the pups are going to interfere maybe it's worth it. I don't like it but it would catch them off guard. Let's do it."
NEXT TIME...The crap hits the fan...Stay tuned...
Just curious, is anyone but Bab and Two-Tone reading this?
SATURDAY, GAME DAY
It is completely dark. Suddenly a small light crests into view from the distance. It's coming straight on at high speed. Suddenly it zooms by into the daylight. The light is actually a Eurostar train and the fast-moving white and yellow streak shoots out of the British end of Channel Tunnel. Aboard are hundreds of German soccer fans arriving for the game, decked out in black, yellow and red. Some are even wearing capes. The train roars past the city of Cheriton where residents are starting to hang flags.
Across England the entire country is getting into a patriotic mood for the game. In Portsmith a giant projection TV screen is being put up for the servicemen of the city's Royal Navy base to watch the game. There's bluebirds over the White Cliffs of Dover as some little kids play a soccer game amongst themselves on top of the cliffs to get into the mood. In Blackpool several fans don matching replica jerseys of the English team. In Liverpool two parents wearing Liverpool F.C. shirts are passed out drunk while in the background their kids are apparently using cutting the living room carpet with a riding lawn tractor. And in London the Kanine Krunchies blimp is being unloaded from its tractor-trailer and prepared to cover the game by its crew of three, with a turn of a handle on a tank the blimp begins to fill with helium and inflate. At Buckingham Palace the Queen's royal Bentley is washed and waxed to get it ready to take her to the game. The workers are careful to avoid damaging the "Don't hit me, if I die Charlie gets the country" and "Rule Britannia...I do it literally" bumper stickers.
For the pups it was a day of utter nervousness. None of them had slept all that well the night before because of the fears of what would happen today if Epsilon succeeded. A Saturday morning stop-motion animated show about a sheep played on the TV.
"How is life a treat with this Shaun the Sheep?," asked Slayer.
"Well he is a very happy fellow," Belchic said. "Although from time to time he makes life a living heck for that nice sheepdog. Shame."
"The sheep would make me happier if he came with some rice," said Foody. "Um, lamb and rice flavor."
The others gave him a dirty look but quickly shrugged it off. The focus of the conversation soon shifted to the potential attack.
"We are no closer to finding Epsilon today than we were yesterday," Doc said. "Nothing on the Twilight bark, no adoptions on the city's online records of dogs matching their descriptions and only a random attack on a residence last night. If he built another device like his amp no doubt he has a way to transport it so that's probably attack probably isn't in the area where he stored it."
"That dog is harder to find than Jimmy Hoffa," said Lucky. "I wouldn't think you could hide a sheepdog in a city so well, who knew huh?"
"This would be a lot easier if this were a cartoon or TV show and he like gave us hints to taunt us," said Spot. "Shame this is real-life huh."
"There has to be a way to find him," Cadpig said.
"With no real leads the only option is to really try and surround the stadium," Two-Tone added.
"There's no way we could do that stealthfully," noted Lucky. "The humans would catch on, we'll all end up in the pound. Or we could cause a panic and start a riot."
"It's a British soccer game," noted Patriot. "Isn't a riot a given."
"Well yeah, especially if the lager beer the Holligans love is sold cheap," noted Sean. "You know them, they love to cause trouble if they lose."
"Actually they do the same thing if they win," said Lucky. "They just like to cause trouble in general."
"We've got a stadium full of Germans and English," Doc noted. "Could we pit them against each other, start a riot. Disturb the game, maybe force an evacuation."
"I really don't think starting a fight between those two is a good idea," said Patch. "Let's leave the international feuds on the field where they belong. Either way I think the Germans would win."
"Yeah, they have a World Cup champion ship caliber team," said Clayton. "Well, if the Spaniards or the Brazilians don't win it."
"Actually they look like more of a third-place team to me," Hesso noted. "Third is still really really good though," he noted with a national pride-filled smile.
"Let's face it we're in real trouble here," Lucky said. "We only know where Epsilon will strike not how or when. We don't even know where he is. We'll never find him in time unless he shows up on our doorstep looking for a fight and really what are the odds of that..."
In the warehouse Epsilon and his crew were going over the final details of their plan.
"And so once we set off the broadcast we'll meet up at the rendezvous point and leave the city under the cover of all the madness. With the Royal family and the Prime Minister all in attendance at the game it will pure chaos as everyone tries to figure out who's in charge of the country not to mention the panic as the remaining humans rush around trying to find their loved ones and see if they are okay."
"Once we upgrade the humans what's to stop an outbreak among the new dogs of say PDS," asked Nu.
"Nothing, but that's all part of the plan for chaos," replied Epsilon. "We'll retreat to the country for two days then spring a phase two attack under the same principle as my failed attack in Grutley amp the signal to spread over the right diameter and all of the UK and Ireland will be canine by nightfall. With the resulting panic we'll have the perfect opportunity to stage a coup d'étatand and conquer all of the British Isles. We a bargining chip like this we can fake negotiations with the rest of the world long enough to buy us time for a full-scale global attack. If our London attack succeeds I estimate successful conquest of the world within six months."
"It's all well and good but what about the Dalmatians," asked Omega. "They are onto us and they know where you'll attack. They foiled your first plan and they outnumber us by in the area 95 canines."
"We can only hope they don't know enough to stop us," Sigma said. "Our biggest advantage is the fact they don't know the deliver system. We'll switch in our broadcaster for one of the TV cameras then beam our signal onto the antenna we had mounted on the stadium to override the broadcast."
"They'll find out and you know it," Iota spoke up. "From what we know of these pups they are basically unstoppable. They are going to throw a wrench into this plan."
"We're ahead of schedule and it should only take maybe three of us to get the broadcaster in place," said Omega. "Epsilon, I suggest we do the last thing they'd expect and attack them head-on before the game. They wouldn't see it coming and with the element of surprise we could take out their leaders like that dog with the scarf and put the ball somewhat back in our court."
"Do we even know where they are staying," asked Kappa nervously.
"They were taking a walk in the vincinity of the electronics store," said Sigma. "They must be in that neighborhood. No hotels in that area, we can use the laptop and find the properties to rent. They can be located."
"Attacking those pups head-on would be a dangerous gamble," Epsilon said. "But if we know the pups are going to interfere maybe it's worth it. I don't like it but it would catch them off guard. Let's do it."
NEXT TIME...The crap hits the fan...Stay tuned...
Just curious, is anyone but Bab and Two-Tone reading this?