Post by RaceFanX on Sept 12, 2010 0:31:09 GMT -5
The climax to London Calling begins tonight! With the start of the third act we'll really pick up speed as the pups will be pushed to the limit to stop Epsilon's attempt at a Devolution Revolution that could rip the UK apart at its seems. Stay tuned...
Click! A single key slide into a lock. With a turn from a white hand the MasterLock opened and the hand removed it and the chain it held in place on a gate. The gate opened and like a herd of cattle a flood of people clad in English red and German black soccer attire began to stream into London's Wembley Stadium eager to be the first to get in place. The time of the game was fast approaching.
"I've come halfway across Europe for this game," said a familiar looking German fan wearing a cape and a baret. "This is going to be one heck of a game."
"Halfway, I've come all the way across Europe for it and I'm not even that big a soccer fan," said a fan with a heavy Scanadivian accent although it couldn't be identified beyond that. "This will be a wild one for sure."
"This will be more exciting than the final round on Family Fortunes!," chimed a gameshow-loving female in a "Weakest Link" t-shirt.
But not everyone was entering the stadium for pleasure. A good deal of people still had to work including a good deal of media there to cover the game. In the TV control room truck there was tons of activity as they prepared to broadcast the game live thoughout the UK. Meanwhile print media members headed for their press box in the stadium.
"There's my media pass," said a writer with a Midwestern American accent wearing a 1990-styled Toronto Blue Jays hat.
"The Michigan Daily Reader?," said the man checking credentials. "Long haul to get here eh?"
"Yeah well, the USA has you guys in our World Cup opener," replied the sports writer. "Our paper has to be ready so we're covering this as a lead-in to that. Who knows, maybe the Germans will bang you up enough we'll tie in the opening game."
"The Yanks not losing to England in the World Cup," replied the checker. "No offense bud but that young boy Willy will be King before that happens."
It was a convoy of cars, trains, taxis and buses rolling in and out as fans arrived at the game. With a large security force in tow both the royal family and the new Prime Minister had already arrived and been taken to their designed areas, the PM had a private skybox. The Queen and her compatriots had a special open air royal box closer to the action...and directly in the shadow of the big green "Digital HD" antenna just installed.
Out front of the stadium a black London cab pulled up and five people wearing new red England supporting clothes got out.
"Well here we are Wembley Stadium," Roger said proudly. "You ready to have a good time?"
"Yes Uncle Roger," replied Amber.
"You sure the dogs will be okay at the house," asked Grandpa. "They seemed awful twitchy when we left."
"It was almost like they didn't want us to come," replied Nanny.
"They'll be fine," replied Anita. "There's a dog door to the back yard if they need to go. They were probably just experiencing some delayed jet lag or something."
"You're probably right," said Grandpa. "Let's enjoy the game."
And with that the Dearly humans entered the stadium to find their seats.
Back at the Dearly house the mood was starting to get panicy.
"The game starts in two hours, we couldn't stop our pets from going and we still have no idea where Epsilon and his crew are," noted a very nervous Two-Tone. "What are we going to do?"
"Make a big investment in PetCo or Purina?," suggested Walker thinking about the possibilty for profit.
"We've done everything in our power and nothing came about from it," noted Patriot. "Dare I say it but we're in more trouble than David Hyder at the 2007 Daytona 500."
"This isn't the time for NASCAR jokes Patriot. We've got to stop Epsilon," said Tyler. "If we don't it will be like 911 times a hundred in that stadium."
"So about 91,100," replied Bishop.
"Yeah that's about right," replied Nuke. "I'm figuring the game will be standing room only. The attendance should likely be in that range."
"Perhaps we should just barricade the stadium?," asked Hesso.
"It might be our only viable option unless some major break in the case just lands in our lap in the next five minutes," noted Noggin.
"I don't know, Epsilon knows we'll try and stop him what if he thought of that?," replied Owle.
"He is the kind of mutt who plans for that kind of thing," said Slayer.
"Yeah, his new amp's design looks kind of ray gun like," noted Clayton. "Who's to say he won't just set it off right away if we see him."
"We're going to have to run some risks," said Doc. "The threat is too great to just stand around and do nothing, we must take action or all the humans in that stadium, nee, the world are doomed...but before we do so I really have to wizzer. Anyone else need to go before we save the world?"
"I actually need to," said Lucky.
"I don't for once," said Wizzer.
"Good, then let's get the bathroom stop out of the way and then I guess go ahead with the blockade," said Doc.
"Good thing Roger and Anita left the Puppy Double-Decker bus so we can get to the stadium with it," noted Shadow as Lucky and Doc headed out the doggie door into the backyard to do their business. The other pups flipped on the TV to watch some pre-game coverage while they waited.
In a dark red Ford Transit van with an automatic transmission everything was coming together. With Omega on the wheel and Zeta on the pedals the van was lurking through the residential part of London near the store they robbed.
"This has to be the area," said Epsilon. "Be on the lookout for anything you think hints toward them."
"Any idea what we're looking for," said Iota.
"Probably something big and spotted," said Epsilon. "Their transport in America was done like that."
As the van rounded a corner the big yellow Double-Decker Puppy Bus came into view.
"Um, would that fit the bill Epsilon," said Kappa.
"Yes it would my corgi friend," he replied. "Yes it would."
The red van rounded a corner out of sight from the house.
"Now here is the plan," said Epsilon. "While I want this attack successful our main focus is still the football match. Zeta, Iota, Omega and I shall carry out the attack while the rest of you take the van and the transmitter to the launching site."
"But Epsilon I was hoping to..."
"Sorry Sigma but after that Isle of Dogs stunt earlier I am taking no chances," replied Epsilon. "I am putting you in charge of that half of the mission. The others and I shall find an alternative route for reaching the launch site. If the Dearly house attack fails we'll use escape route 3 as pre-planned."
Kappa gulped knowing this is where things were going to start to get ugly.
"No way around it now," replied Epsilon. "Operation Declawing the Lion is GO!"
The red rear doors of the Transit opened and the four Skayninians hopped out. Sigma closed the door and took the wheel with Nu now on the pedals as the red van lurked away while the dogs made their way up a back alley toward the Dearly homestead.
In the backyard all was calm as Lucky and Doc were going about with their "drain the main vain" business.
"So you still got that little screwdriver thingy from last time," asked Lucky.
"I do," replied Doc. "But I never reloaded that missle thing, it just felt to dangerous."
"I know this is the slightly off topic but whose your biscuits on for the game"
"Britain of course. Only Britain has "great" right in the name."
"I don't think that's relevant to soccer and those Germans look like they are primed for a third-place caliber World Cup run."
Russle!
Just as Doc and Lucky finished the pair immediately picked up on just the slightest noise from behind the fence bordering the yard. It was a silent approach, human ears wouldn't have picked it up but their canine ones had.
"What was that," asked Lucky
BANG! He instantly got his answer as an angry Irish Wolfhound pup simply smashed through the white wooden fence into the yard. Seeing Doc immediately he charged at him figuring he was the bigger threat. Doc went for the dog whistle in his screwdriver toy but the Wolfhound got to him first, Omega ripped it his paws with enough force to break it in two and pinned Doc to the ground with great force.
"I feel like a part of me just died," said Doc shocked at his trusty screwdriver's unexpected demise before the shock turned to anger. "That was my best screwdriver! you lousy son of a bit..."
"GRRRRR!" roarded Omega who still towered over him.
"I meant ah, good doggie," replied Doc now visibly nervous.
Lucky saw what was happening and started to run to help Doc only to get tackled by a strange Cairn Terrier and a Kuvasz.
"Ugh! What is the meaning of this," said Lucky.
"I am," said a familiar voice...Specifically Epsilon's one.
Inside the house a dalmatian ear perked up, one of the pups knew something was up and was going to take action.
"I'd say it's nice to see you again but I was never a believer in that 'better the devil you know nonsense.' I see you've meet my associates. Those are Zeta and Iota and the wolfhound is Omega. I'm sorry if he's a little rough around the edges he can't help it as he used to be human before we improved him."
Doc actually seemed a little disgusted at that last line.
"Before I am forced to kill you I thought I would make you dalmatians one final offer," said Epsilon to his two temporarily incospateted foes. "If I am allowed to succeed the world will become a much bettter place for canines. Therefore I am willing to offer your entire group a position of power in my new canine world order once it is in place."
"Never," shouted Doc as the Wolfhound continued to growl over him.
"Then very simply be destroyed," replied Zeta.
"NOT...SO...FAST!," came a thunderingly angry female voice...revealed to be Two-Tone's. Epsilon paused to see where this was going.
"Who's the fat ****," asked Iota?
"I'm Two-Tone. One get off my boyfriend..."
"I thought he was your brother, eww!"
"It's different with dogs I think. AND TWO nobody calls me fat. Let them have it boys."
Without any warning came a rattle of POP! POP! POP!
"Are they firing something," asked Zeta noticing no impacts.
"RUN AWAY," shouted Omega who jumped off Doc and run out the back.
Perhaps paniced their muscle turned tail Zeta and Iota made the same move. Epsilon sniffed the air, no scent of gunpowder was coming from the house only...extra buttery theater-style mircowave popcorn.
"No they aren't," Epsilon yelleed! "You mutts get back here it's just the old 'microwave popcorn sounds like ammo going off' trick."
Epsilon noticed they weren't coming back and that the now freed Lucky and Two-Tone were running toward him.
"I knew this was a bad idea," the collie took off in a desperate run through the fence hole into the alley after the others, knowning exactly where excape route 3 would take him. With Lucky and Two-Tone leading the charge a large group of the dals took off down the alley in pursuit. They still had no leads but if they could catch and capture Epsilon before he executed his attack they didn't need them...
And now we enter the third act with all the action when I set up. What Chekhov's guns that I set up earlier in the story will come back and get fired? We've got a little fun coming up in the enviroment at the end of escape route 3 next time and then the moment I've been waiting for the entire time I've been writting this fic...the knock-down, drag out greatest car chase involving canines at the controls in a 101 Dalmatians fanfiction ever. Stay tuned...
Click! A single key slide into a lock. With a turn from a white hand the MasterLock opened and the hand removed it and the chain it held in place on a gate. The gate opened and like a herd of cattle a flood of people clad in English red and German black soccer attire began to stream into London's Wembley Stadium eager to be the first to get in place. The time of the game was fast approaching.
"I've come halfway across Europe for this game," said a familiar looking German fan wearing a cape and a baret. "This is going to be one heck of a game."
"Halfway, I've come all the way across Europe for it and I'm not even that big a soccer fan," said a fan with a heavy Scanadivian accent although it couldn't be identified beyond that. "This will be a wild one for sure."
"This will be more exciting than the final round on Family Fortunes!," chimed a gameshow-loving female in a "Weakest Link" t-shirt.
But not everyone was entering the stadium for pleasure. A good deal of people still had to work including a good deal of media there to cover the game. In the TV control room truck there was tons of activity as they prepared to broadcast the game live thoughout the UK. Meanwhile print media members headed for their press box in the stadium.
"There's my media pass," said a writer with a Midwestern American accent wearing a 1990-styled Toronto Blue Jays hat.
"The Michigan Daily Reader?," said the man checking credentials. "Long haul to get here eh?"
"Yeah well, the USA has you guys in our World Cup opener," replied the sports writer. "Our paper has to be ready so we're covering this as a lead-in to that. Who knows, maybe the Germans will bang you up enough we'll tie in the opening game."
"The Yanks not losing to England in the World Cup," replied the checker. "No offense bud but that young boy Willy will be King before that happens."
It was a convoy of cars, trains, taxis and buses rolling in and out as fans arrived at the game. With a large security force in tow both the royal family and the new Prime Minister had already arrived and been taken to their designed areas, the PM had a private skybox. The Queen and her compatriots had a special open air royal box closer to the action...and directly in the shadow of the big green "Digital HD" antenna just installed.
Out front of the stadium a black London cab pulled up and five people wearing new red England supporting clothes got out.
"Well here we are Wembley Stadium," Roger said proudly. "You ready to have a good time?"
"Yes Uncle Roger," replied Amber.
"You sure the dogs will be okay at the house," asked Grandpa. "They seemed awful twitchy when we left."
"It was almost like they didn't want us to come," replied Nanny.
"They'll be fine," replied Anita. "There's a dog door to the back yard if they need to go. They were probably just experiencing some delayed jet lag or something."
"You're probably right," said Grandpa. "Let's enjoy the game."
And with that the Dearly humans entered the stadium to find their seats.
Back at the Dearly house the mood was starting to get panicy.
"The game starts in two hours, we couldn't stop our pets from going and we still have no idea where Epsilon and his crew are," noted a very nervous Two-Tone. "What are we going to do?"
"Make a big investment in PetCo or Purina?," suggested Walker thinking about the possibilty for profit.
"We've done everything in our power and nothing came about from it," noted Patriot. "Dare I say it but we're in more trouble than David Hyder at the 2007 Daytona 500."
"This isn't the time for NASCAR jokes Patriot. We've got to stop Epsilon," said Tyler. "If we don't it will be like 911 times a hundred in that stadium."
"So about 91,100," replied Bishop.
"Yeah that's about right," replied Nuke. "I'm figuring the game will be standing room only. The attendance should likely be in that range."
"Perhaps we should just barricade the stadium?," asked Hesso.
"It might be our only viable option unless some major break in the case just lands in our lap in the next five minutes," noted Noggin.
"I don't know, Epsilon knows we'll try and stop him what if he thought of that?," replied Owle.
"He is the kind of mutt who plans for that kind of thing," said Slayer.
"Yeah, his new amp's design looks kind of ray gun like," noted Clayton. "Who's to say he won't just set it off right away if we see him."
"We're going to have to run some risks," said Doc. "The threat is too great to just stand around and do nothing, we must take action or all the humans in that stadium, nee, the world are doomed...but before we do so I really have to wizzer. Anyone else need to go before we save the world?"
"I actually need to," said Lucky.
"I don't for once," said Wizzer.
"Good, then let's get the bathroom stop out of the way and then I guess go ahead with the blockade," said Doc.
"Good thing Roger and Anita left the Puppy Double-Decker bus so we can get to the stadium with it," noted Shadow as Lucky and Doc headed out the doggie door into the backyard to do their business. The other pups flipped on the TV to watch some pre-game coverage while they waited.
In a dark red Ford Transit van with an automatic transmission everything was coming together. With Omega on the wheel and Zeta on the pedals the van was lurking through the residential part of London near the store they robbed.
"This has to be the area," said Epsilon. "Be on the lookout for anything you think hints toward them."
"Any idea what we're looking for," said Iota.
"Probably something big and spotted," said Epsilon. "Their transport in America was done like that."
As the van rounded a corner the big yellow Double-Decker Puppy Bus came into view.
"Um, would that fit the bill Epsilon," said Kappa.
"Yes it would my corgi friend," he replied. "Yes it would."
The red van rounded a corner out of sight from the house.
"Now here is the plan," said Epsilon. "While I want this attack successful our main focus is still the football match. Zeta, Iota, Omega and I shall carry out the attack while the rest of you take the van and the transmitter to the launching site."
"But Epsilon I was hoping to..."
"Sorry Sigma but after that Isle of Dogs stunt earlier I am taking no chances," replied Epsilon. "I am putting you in charge of that half of the mission. The others and I shall find an alternative route for reaching the launch site. If the Dearly house attack fails we'll use escape route 3 as pre-planned."
Kappa gulped knowing this is where things were going to start to get ugly.
"No way around it now," replied Epsilon. "Operation Declawing the Lion is GO!"
The red rear doors of the Transit opened and the four Skayninians hopped out. Sigma closed the door and took the wheel with Nu now on the pedals as the red van lurked away while the dogs made their way up a back alley toward the Dearly homestead.
In the backyard all was calm as Lucky and Doc were going about with their "drain the main vain" business.
"So you still got that little screwdriver thingy from last time," asked Lucky.
"I do," replied Doc. "But I never reloaded that missle thing, it just felt to dangerous."
"I know this is the slightly off topic but whose your biscuits on for the game"
"Britain of course. Only Britain has "great" right in the name."
"I don't think that's relevant to soccer and those Germans look like they are primed for a third-place caliber World Cup run."
Russle!
Just as Doc and Lucky finished the pair immediately picked up on just the slightest noise from behind the fence bordering the yard. It was a silent approach, human ears wouldn't have picked it up but their canine ones had.
"What was that," asked Lucky
BANG! He instantly got his answer as an angry Irish Wolfhound pup simply smashed through the white wooden fence into the yard. Seeing Doc immediately he charged at him figuring he was the bigger threat. Doc went for the dog whistle in his screwdriver toy but the Wolfhound got to him first, Omega ripped it his paws with enough force to break it in two and pinned Doc to the ground with great force.
"I feel like a part of me just died," said Doc shocked at his trusty screwdriver's unexpected demise before the shock turned to anger. "That was my best screwdriver! you lousy son of a bit..."
"GRRRRR!" roarded Omega who still towered over him.
"I meant ah, good doggie," replied Doc now visibly nervous.
Lucky saw what was happening and started to run to help Doc only to get tackled by a strange Cairn Terrier and a Kuvasz.
"Ugh! What is the meaning of this," said Lucky.
"I am," said a familiar voice...Specifically Epsilon's one.
Inside the house a dalmatian ear perked up, one of the pups knew something was up and was going to take action.
"I'd say it's nice to see you again but I was never a believer in that 'better the devil you know nonsense.' I see you've meet my associates. Those are Zeta and Iota and the wolfhound is Omega. I'm sorry if he's a little rough around the edges he can't help it as he used to be human before we improved him."
Doc actually seemed a little disgusted at that last line.
"Before I am forced to kill you I thought I would make you dalmatians one final offer," said Epsilon to his two temporarily incospateted foes. "If I am allowed to succeed the world will become a much bettter place for canines. Therefore I am willing to offer your entire group a position of power in my new canine world order once it is in place."
"Never," shouted Doc as the Wolfhound continued to growl over him.
"Then very simply be destroyed," replied Zeta.
"NOT...SO...FAST!," came a thunderingly angry female voice...revealed to be Two-Tone's. Epsilon paused to see where this was going.
"Who's the fat ****," asked Iota?
"I'm Two-Tone. One get off my boyfriend..."
"I thought he was your brother, eww!"
"It's different with dogs I think. AND TWO nobody calls me fat. Let them have it boys."
Without any warning came a rattle of POP! POP! POP!
"Are they firing something," asked Zeta noticing no impacts.
"RUN AWAY," shouted Omega who jumped off Doc and run out the back.
Perhaps paniced their muscle turned tail Zeta and Iota made the same move. Epsilon sniffed the air, no scent of gunpowder was coming from the house only...extra buttery theater-style mircowave popcorn.
"No they aren't," Epsilon yelleed! "You mutts get back here it's just the old 'microwave popcorn sounds like ammo going off' trick."
Epsilon noticed they weren't coming back and that the now freed Lucky and Two-Tone were running toward him.
"I knew this was a bad idea," the collie took off in a desperate run through the fence hole into the alley after the others, knowning exactly where excape route 3 would take him. With Lucky and Two-Tone leading the charge a large group of the dals took off down the alley in pursuit. They still had no leads but if they could catch and capture Epsilon before he executed his attack they didn't need them...
And now we enter the third act with all the action when I set up. What Chekhov's guns that I set up earlier in the story will come back and get fired? We've got a little fun coming up in the enviroment at the end of escape route 3 next time and then the moment I've been waiting for the entire time I've been writting this fic...the knock-down, drag out greatest car chase involving canines at the controls in a 101 Dalmatians fanfiction ever. Stay tuned...