Post by RaceFanX on Jun 20, 2011 2:40:11 GMT -5
For just under two years I've been working on this fic. Tonight I finish it. Hold on tight, I'm going to pack a lot of action into this final chapter of "London Calling." All your questions will be answered and you may get a little twist in your ending...
This wasn't good. The pups may had stopped Epsilon's plan to devolve much of England but in the process they were now trapped aboard a crashing blimp in the middle of downtown London. The other large group of Dals on the ground could see what was happening but do nothing to stop it, they rushed after it hoping something could help using the panic of the evacuating stadium as a cover as the local authorities were tangled up in the evacuation and the fact that a small riot had broken out amongst some drunken fans. On board the blimp there wasn't so much luck.
"Of all the ways I thought I die I never thought this would be it," said Lucky.
"I always thought I'd go out through some sort of massive dose of radiation saving someone else and turn into a younger dog who likes bow ties for no apparent reason," said Doc. "And redheads."
"What's Doc talking about," asked Two-Tone.
"No idea," said Cadpig.
Patch and Spot had gotten to their feet but were still shaken. With his evil plan foiled the pups weren't paying attention to Epsilon and he was meanwhile was rummaging through a cabinet.
He'd always planned to crash the blimp and was totally prepared for this, he just didn't want those murderous Dals to realize it. From the cabinet he produced four human-size parachutes, he and his now likely dead crew had loaded them at the same time as the transmitter. While he tried to be sneaky, in something as small as a blimp gondola it was impossible. As he tried to strap one on the pups spotted him, overall it was kind of an ironic thing for Dalmatians to do.
"Well, well, well," said Lucky. "I must admit you plan these things out Epsilon."
"You should have seen how long it took to do so," said Epsilon sheepishly as the pups approached him. "Felt like just short of two years."
He knew what was coming. Two-Tone decked him one and sent him crashing into the cabinets, knocking him out.
"That's for the little boy at the car show you monster," said Two-Tone proudly.
Patch walked over to the KOed collie and removed his parachute but quickly realized a problem as he counted them.
"We've only got four Lucky," said Patch. "There's six of us not counting him."
"Well they are human-sized chutes," said Lucky. "Double up and bail quickly or there won't be enough time to deploy them.
"If it helps I don't need one ," said Spot. "I can fly...sort of."
"You don't have to Spot," said Two-Tone. "But it would help."
Spot knew what she needed to do. With bravery she didn't know she had she spread her wings and dove out the gondola door, gliding down to safety and landing in amongst the other Dals on the ground (as excited as the others were to see her they would save their questions for later after the others were safe).
"I really want to know how she learned to fly," said Cadpig.
"I was hoping it wouldn't work," admitted Two-Tone, the others gave her a stern look before remembering they still only had a few seconds.
"Let's blow this pop stand," said Patch.
With the best effort a bunch of dogs prepping a tandem jump in 10 seconds can muster the Dals were ready. Cadpig and Two-Tone went first with Two-Tone yanking the ripcord for all it's worth right after they leapt out, the green, white and orange tri-color parachute opened right on cue.
"This isn't really that discrete," said Cadpig as she and Two-Tone drifted down. "Won't somebody notice?"
Two-Tone then pointed at the riot below them.
"Maybe they'll just think we're a mirage or something from drinking," replied Two-Tone. "Don't think too far into it."
Patch and Doc were next.
"Thunderbolt ever do anything like this," asked Doc.
"Not on the Adventure Hour with Little Lightning," said Patch
"Good, because Doctor Who hasn't either," replied Doc.
With that the two Dals took the leap of life and exited the blimp. Patch pulled the handle and a light blue parachute with a white "X" across it opened on cue. Both tandem groups of Dals coasted down and landed amongst their peers. Things were looking up, the Dearlys had safely evacuted the stadium and almost all the spotted canines were okay. Only one remained.
Lucky, being well the most lucky, got the short straw of going solo and had the belts as tight as he could get them. Gulp. The only thing on his mind other than pull the cord was an episode of Thunderbolt, P.I. where Thunder parachuted into Brazil to save Rex from a giant anaconda that Patch hadn't just remembered. He ran for the door and took a flying leap out then yanked the cord when he was clear of the falling brown blimp.
FOOM!
The parachute popped open right on cue, revealing a Union Jack design. But just as Lucky made a patriotic getaway Epsilon was just starting to come out of his brief coma.
"Oh no you don't," said the collie.
Epsilon got up and completely ignoring the last parachute the pups had deliberately left him, they weren't monsters after all, ran right out the open door into freefall. With an airborne maneuver worthy of Keanu Reeves he curled into a more aerodynamic position and slammed into and caught the lines of Lucky's parachute. It lurched but didn't rip as it continued toward the ground with two dogs now aboard.
"You're crazy pal," yelled Lucky upward at the collie. "We left you one."
"It's not over until I say it's over," shouted Epsilon back. "I'm in total control. I'm always in total control."
Because of the extra passenger aboard Lucky's parachute drifted away from the others. It landed near the entrance to station of the "Tube," London's subway but the extra weight caused both dogs to briefly become tangled. They didn't stay that way. With the pups off the blimp crashed harmlessly into an empty construction site.
Meanwhile a regal thread was being tied off as Prince Charles, carrying his now corgi mother under one arm reached his security detail.
"Prince Charles, thank god your alright," said a guard.
"Was there any doubt?," the Prince of Wales responded.
"Okay, I know this is a very obvious question but why do you have a dog with you," asked a second guard.
The Queen tried to get out an alarmed bark before her son butted in.
"Oh this old lady," said Charles. "She's a gift for my dear mother, you know how she loves these. She's a shelter rescue, I arranged it in secret and sworn the shelter owners to secrecy, and I thought I'd surprise her with this pooch to celebrate our lads' victory. Alas it wasn't to be."
"Where is the Queen then," asked the first guard.
"You know, I lost her in the crowd," Charles said, barely holding back a rather naughty smile. "I'm sure she'll turn up."
Lucky got untangled from his Union Jack parachute just in time to see a black tail with a white tip vanish down the stairs into the Tube station. If Epsilon got away there was no telling what damage he could do. Lucky burst down the stairs in pursuit, his friends and family too far behind to reach them. He'd have to take on Epsilon alone, if he got aboard any of those subway trains he might not see him again until he face showed up on the news after a successful attack.
Both dogs darted down the stairs into the station, neither bothered to pay as they shot under the turnstile. Epsilon glanced over his shoulder and noticed Lucky but knew the Dalmatian could do nothing if he managed to board one of the underground trains.
Dodging people's legs both canines reached the platform with one train loading. It was now or never as Lucky took a flying leap off the last step before the platform. He caught the collie with a tackle worthy of Nuke.
"RAWR!," said Lucky unironically as the train departed without Epsilon on it.
"Express train arriving in two minutes," came a voice over the loudspeaker. "Stand clear of the track's, express train does not stop at this station."
The humans on the platform were rather shocked by the sight of two puppies randomly appearing from nowhere in a fight. It was actually kind of cute. Epsilon tried one last time to get his red eye beam to work against Lucky, it failed as the Dal dodged the green eye beam shot out instead, reflecting of the ceiling harmlessly onto the vacant tracks. Still the sight of a border collie shouting beams from his eyes was too much for the humans on both sides of platform to handle and all went running and screaming back up the stairs and out of station in a panic because of it. Now it was just Lucky and Epsilon.
"I have had enough of you," shouted Epsilon.
"It's mutual pal," said Lucky with the collie still pinned.
"I'm not your pal buddy," replied Epsilon.
"I don't care what you are," said Lucky. "I'm turning you over to the authorities."
"No you're not," said Epsilon.
Once again the collie bucked and broke free of a Dalmatian's pin. Before Lucky could react Epsilon and landed a bite right into his right front leg. Lucky yelped in pain as the collie grabbed him and spun him to the floor then dragged him into the marked area right near the edge of the tracks. He stuck Lucky's head out over the edge then looked him right in the eye.
"It'll all be over in just a minute Lucky," said Epsilon. "No need to lose your head over it...although you probably will."
"It's not over until I say it's over," said Lucky echoing the collie's statement earlier
"I assure you that's not the case this time," said Epsilon. "Any last words?"
"Yeah," said Lucky. "Spay or neuter."
"What?," said Epsilon.
With a very unexpected move Lucky gave Epsilon a swift kick in...an area down under. The force of the impact flipped Epsilon not only off Lucky but off the edge of the platform. The collie plunged onto the tracks below, his tail catching the third rail of the second set of tracks while his head hit the regular rail. It formed a circuit and the electricity surged through his body, throwing off a ton of green sparks.
"Whoa," said Lucky. "Nice fireworks."
Epsilon was trapped cooking alive. So much electricity surged through him that the third rail shorted out.
"Live by the sword and die by the sword," said Lucky as he looked as Epsilon's smoking and lifeless body.
There was no possible way a normal dog could survive a shock like that. But Epsilon was no normal dog and suddenly an eye opened, set to green as he came back to his feet.
Lucky was just making his way to the stairs, the fight won, when suddenly a beam of bright green light came from the tracks. Epsilon only had like a range of six feet from what Doc said...the charge flipped his limiters off!
"Oh crap," said Lucky, running back to the tracks to see what was happening..
"Get back here you spotted mongrel," shouted Epsilon, he attempted again to flip his eyes to red and succeeded. "Now we're cooking again."
Only the angle from the track's to the platform prevented Lucky from being hit. Now the Dal was in trouble as he watched Epsilon approach. Epsilon with his limiters off might be too much for even him. The border collie moved in for the kill once he was back on the platform he'd finish Lucky once and for all. Then Epsilon heard a crack and found he'd shoved his paw right into a rotten part of a rail tie. He tried to move to no avail then came an announcement
"Express train approaching the station," came the station voice. "Train does not stop."
Lucky stood back. Epsilon could only watch as a set of lights came into view. The driver was looking straight ahead and never saw him.
BAM!
The Tube hit Epsilon and in an instant he was gone. Lucky ran back to the tracks only to see a small amount of blood and some black fur on the tracks. He wished it hadn't ended that way but part of him was safe the threat of Epsilon and his gang was no more.
As Lucky reached the top of stairs to exit the Tube station he was greeted by his entire canine family and Epsilon's turncoat Kappa.
"Lucky," said Two-Tone. "Thank goodness you're alright."
"Where's Epsilon?," asked Doc and several of the other dalmatians.
"Let's just say his plans are derailed once and for all," Lucky replied. "We won't be seeing him again. Man I tired after all this."
"I got to say if the last week and a half of this London vacation is anything like the first few days this is going to be a great trip," said Patriot.
"No doubt it will be," said Roxy.
"Must be nice to have a vacation," said Kappa. "I don't suppose you guys know anyone who needs a good dog? I'm looking for something as far away from here as possible."
"You know I hear this place in America called Grutley is nice," said Clayton.
"Huh?," responded Kappa.
"You proved yourself back there by helping us," said Shadow.
"He did," asked Doc.
"Yes he did," said Clayton.
"Oh," said Doc. "Indeed you did."
"If you need a place to stay while you get back on your paws we'd love the company," added Hesso. "Roger and Anita won't mind. Just know you are going to get a ton of shots at customs."
"You'd do that for me?," said Kappa. "I don't know how to thank you."
"Your assistance in the future will suffice," said Doc. "Welcome aboard."
As a corgi Kappa's tail was docked. But his stub was wagging the best it could.
"Holy cow I just remembered we left the Puppy Double-Decker bus out," said Penny. "We've got to go get it and get back to the house before the Dearlys get home."
"We'll come on guys," Lucky said. "We've still got a lot vacation fun to enjoy starting with that."
As the pups left to get the bus the sky above had gotten just dark enough for some red, white and blue fireworks from the stadium post-game to go off.
THE END
The pups were off to finally get their vacation back on track...but then one white firework went off that covered the screen and transitioned to a rail yard. Specifically a maintenance yard for the London subway system. It's run down an express train pulled into a maintenance bay.
"Hey Winston can you take a look under the express I just brought in," said the driver. "I hit a rat or something on that run through the station near the stadium."
"Sure mate," said Winston.
The maintenance worker scanned the underside train with a light.
"Nothing down here mate," said Winston. "Just a little blood."
"Must have been a big rat then," said the driver.
Neither noticed a small shadowy lurk out of the building limping. Epsilon was still alive.
"Well you made it," came another familiar canine voice to Epsilon.
"I didn't think you would when I heard how it went down," said Zeta.
"I'm so sorry the plan was a failure," said Nu. "But we have no casualities on the plus side minus that turncoat Kappa."
Epsilon looked around. A soaking wet Sigma and a dazed Iota and Omega had joined them.
"Oh thank the dog star you are all okay," said Epsilon at seeing his friends again. "But still, we failed and that's a shame. I wouldn't worry about Kappa, he was never essential to my other plan."
"Other plan?," said Sigma. "What other plan."
At that moment a figure looking like a ghostly white dog approached.
"Good, you made it," said Epsilon to the figure. "What is the news?"
The other Skayninans stood in all as the ghost dog pressed a button on its seemingly mustard yellow collar. The ghostly white glue subsided revealing not a single dog but two border collie pups. One was a male with the mustard collar and a blue merle fur pattern while the other was a female with a rose-colored collar and tri-color black, brown and white coloring.
"It's bad," said the male. "You're diplomat friend Mikhailov got waxed by the people he stole that money from."
"We got there too late," said the female. "We couldn't save him."
"That's what we get for making a business proposition to a human," said Epsilon. "I had hoped he had acquired that money legally but no matter, he was not essential to the plan.
"No, but this is," said the male border collie as he handed Epsilon a shiny brand new blue cell phone. "We did what we had to get Dog Star Technologies off the ground. We enough money and tech nobody on this planet asks questions."
Epsilon flipped the phone on, the display is a highly advanced no glasses 3D HD with holograms.
"It's the perfect blend of a must have for humanity and Skayninan technology," said the female. "Hologram and video chat enabled, the first DS Technologies phone is easily a decade in front of any other cell phone."
"It's wonderful," said Epsilon.
"Hold up," said Sigma. "What's all of this about? Who the heck are you two collies?"
"Us?," said the female. "My name is Chi."
"And my name is Gamma," said the male. "We're his siblings."
(Cut to black)
The end credits begin, the song an exciting orchestra version of the regular 101 theme plays during them...
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THE END of "London Calling"
THE PUPS WILL RETURN...
TWO MONTHS LATER
A newspaper headline reads "Missing Queen declared dead, Britain enters deep mourning." A smaller headline reads "We asked you to save her God, WHY?."
Someone doesn't seem too saddened by it, in fact they are singing a tune.
" God save our gracious King, Long live our noble King. God save the King!"
The newspaper comes down to reveal the no longer Prince Charles, sitting on his bed with a big smile before throwing the paper aside to an older looking corgi with a regal purple collar who just growls.
"It's good to be the King," he said with a naughty, naughty smile.
This wasn't good. The pups may had stopped Epsilon's plan to devolve much of England but in the process they were now trapped aboard a crashing blimp in the middle of downtown London. The other large group of Dals on the ground could see what was happening but do nothing to stop it, they rushed after it hoping something could help using the panic of the evacuating stadium as a cover as the local authorities were tangled up in the evacuation and the fact that a small riot had broken out amongst some drunken fans. On board the blimp there wasn't so much luck.
"Of all the ways I thought I die I never thought this would be it," said Lucky.
"I always thought I'd go out through some sort of massive dose of radiation saving someone else and turn into a younger dog who likes bow ties for no apparent reason," said Doc. "And redheads."
"What's Doc talking about," asked Two-Tone.
"No idea," said Cadpig.
Patch and Spot had gotten to their feet but were still shaken. With his evil plan foiled the pups weren't paying attention to Epsilon and he was meanwhile was rummaging through a cabinet.
He'd always planned to crash the blimp and was totally prepared for this, he just didn't want those murderous Dals to realize it. From the cabinet he produced four human-size parachutes, he and his now likely dead crew had loaded them at the same time as the transmitter. While he tried to be sneaky, in something as small as a blimp gondola it was impossible. As he tried to strap one on the pups spotted him, overall it was kind of an ironic thing for Dalmatians to do.
"Well, well, well," said Lucky. "I must admit you plan these things out Epsilon."
"You should have seen how long it took to do so," said Epsilon sheepishly as the pups approached him. "Felt like just short of two years."
He knew what was coming. Two-Tone decked him one and sent him crashing into the cabinets, knocking him out.
"That's for the little boy at the car show you monster," said Two-Tone proudly.
Patch walked over to the KOed collie and removed his parachute but quickly realized a problem as he counted them.
"We've only got four Lucky," said Patch. "There's six of us not counting him."
"Well they are human-sized chutes," said Lucky. "Double up and bail quickly or there won't be enough time to deploy them.
"If it helps I don't need one ," said Spot. "I can fly...sort of."
"You don't have to Spot," said Two-Tone. "But it would help."
Spot knew what she needed to do. With bravery she didn't know she had she spread her wings and dove out the gondola door, gliding down to safety and landing in amongst the other Dals on the ground (as excited as the others were to see her they would save their questions for later after the others were safe).
"I really want to know how she learned to fly," said Cadpig.
"I was hoping it wouldn't work," admitted Two-Tone, the others gave her a stern look before remembering they still only had a few seconds.
"Let's blow this pop stand," said Patch.
With the best effort a bunch of dogs prepping a tandem jump in 10 seconds can muster the Dals were ready. Cadpig and Two-Tone went first with Two-Tone yanking the ripcord for all it's worth right after they leapt out, the green, white and orange tri-color parachute opened right on cue.
"This isn't really that discrete," said Cadpig as she and Two-Tone drifted down. "Won't somebody notice?"
Two-Tone then pointed at the riot below them.
"Maybe they'll just think we're a mirage or something from drinking," replied Two-Tone. "Don't think too far into it."
Patch and Doc were next.
"Thunderbolt ever do anything like this," asked Doc.
"Not on the Adventure Hour with Little Lightning," said Patch
"Good, because Doctor Who hasn't either," replied Doc.
With that the two Dals took the leap of life and exited the blimp. Patch pulled the handle and a light blue parachute with a white "X" across it opened on cue. Both tandem groups of Dals coasted down and landed amongst their peers. Things were looking up, the Dearlys had safely evacuted the stadium and almost all the spotted canines were okay. Only one remained.
Lucky, being well the most lucky, got the short straw of going solo and had the belts as tight as he could get them. Gulp. The only thing on his mind other than pull the cord was an episode of Thunderbolt, P.I. where Thunder parachuted into Brazil to save Rex from a giant anaconda that Patch hadn't just remembered. He ran for the door and took a flying leap out then yanked the cord when he was clear of the falling brown blimp.
FOOM!
The parachute popped open right on cue, revealing a Union Jack design. But just as Lucky made a patriotic getaway Epsilon was just starting to come out of his brief coma.
"Oh no you don't," said the collie.
Epsilon got up and completely ignoring the last parachute the pups had deliberately left him, they weren't monsters after all, ran right out the open door into freefall. With an airborne maneuver worthy of Keanu Reeves he curled into a more aerodynamic position and slammed into and caught the lines of Lucky's parachute. It lurched but didn't rip as it continued toward the ground with two dogs now aboard.
"You're crazy pal," yelled Lucky upward at the collie. "We left you one."
"It's not over until I say it's over," shouted Epsilon back. "I'm in total control. I'm always in total control."
Because of the extra passenger aboard Lucky's parachute drifted away from the others. It landed near the entrance to station of the "Tube," London's subway but the extra weight caused both dogs to briefly become tangled. They didn't stay that way. With the pups off the blimp crashed harmlessly into an empty construction site.
Meanwhile a regal thread was being tied off as Prince Charles, carrying his now corgi mother under one arm reached his security detail.
"Prince Charles, thank god your alright," said a guard.
"Was there any doubt?," the Prince of Wales responded.
"Okay, I know this is a very obvious question but why do you have a dog with you," asked a second guard.
The Queen tried to get out an alarmed bark before her son butted in.
"Oh this old lady," said Charles. "She's a gift for my dear mother, you know how she loves these. She's a shelter rescue, I arranged it in secret and sworn the shelter owners to secrecy, and I thought I'd surprise her with this pooch to celebrate our lads' victory. Alas it wasn't to be."
"Where is the Queen then," asked the first guard.
"You know, I lost her in the crowd," Charles said, barely holding back a rather naughty smile. "I'm sure she'll turn up."
Lucky got untangled from his Union Jack parachute just in time to see a black tail with a white tip vanish down the stairs into the Tube station. If Epsilon got away there was no telling what damage he could do. Lucky burst down the stairs in pursuit, his friends and family too far behind to reach them. He'd have to take on Epsilon alone, if he got aboard any of those subway trains he might not see him again until he face showed up on the news after a successful attack.
Both dogs darted down the stairs into the station, neither bothered to pay as they shot under the turnstile. Epsilon glanced over his shoulder and noticed Lucky but knew the Dalmatian could do nothing if he managed to board one of the underground trains.
Dodging people's legs both canines reached the platform with one train loading. It was now or never as Lucky took a flying leap off the last step before the platform. He caught the collie with a tackle worthy of Nuke.
"RAWR!," said Lucky unironically as the train departed without Epsilon on it.
"Express train arriving in two minutes," came a voice over the loudspeaker. "Stand clear of the track's, express train does not stop at this station."
The humans on the platform were rather shocked by the sight of two puppies randomly appearing from nowhere in a fight. It was actually kind of cute. Epsilon tried one last time to get his red eye beam to work against Lucky, it failed as the Dal dodged the green eye beam shot out instead, reflecting of the ceiling harmlessly onto the vacant tracks. Still the sight of a border collie shouting beams from his eyes was too much for the humans on both sides of platform to handle and all went running and screaming back up the stairs and out of station in a panic because of it. Now it was just Lucky and Epsilon.
"I have had enough of you," shouted Epsilon.
"It's mutual pal," said Lucky with the collie still pinned.
"I'm not your pal buddy," replied Epsilon.
"I don't care what you are," said Lucky. "I'm turning you over to the authorities."
"No you're not," said Epsilon.
Once again the collie bucked and broke free of a Dalmatian's pin. Before Lucky could react Epsilon and landed a bite right into his right front leg. Lucky yelped in pain as the collie grabbed him and spun him to the floor then dragged him into the marked area right near the edge of the tracks. He stuck Lucky's head out over the edge then looked him right in the eye.
"It'll all be over in just a minute Lucky," said Epsilon. "No need to lose your head over it...although you probably will."
"It's not over until I say it's over," said Lucky echoing the collie's statement earlier
"I assure you that's not the case this time," said Epsilon. "Any last words?"
"Yeah," said Lucky. "Spay or neuter."
"What?," said Epsilon.
With a very unexpected move Lucky gave Epsilon a swift kick in...an area down under. The force of the impact flipped Epsilon not only off Lucky but off the edge of the platform. The collie plunged onto the tracks below, his tail catching the third rail of the second set of tracks while his head hit the regular rail. It formed a circuit and the electricity surged through his body, throwing off a ton of green sparks.
"Whoa," said Lucky. "Nice fireworks."
Epsilon was trapped cooking alive. So much electricity surged through him that the third rail shorted out.
"Live by the sword and die by the sword," said Lucky as he looked as Epsilon's smoking and lifeless body.
There was no possible way a normal dog could survive a shock like that. But Epsilon was no normal dog and suddenly an eye opened, set to green as he came back to his feet.
Lucky was just making his way to the stairs, the fight won, when suddenly a beam of bright green light came from the tracks. Epsilon only had like a range of six feet from what Doc said...the charge flipped his limiters off!
"Oh crap," said Lucky, running back to the tracks to see what was happening..
"Get back here you spotted mongrel," shouted Epsilon, he attempted again to flip his eyes to red and succeeded. "Now we're cooking again."
Only the angle from the track's to the platform prevented Lucky from being hit. Now the Dal was in trouble as he watched Epsilon approach. Epsilon with his limiters off might be too much for even him. The border collie moved in for the kill once he was back on the platform he'd finish Lucky once and for all. Then Epsilon heard a crack and found he'd shoved his paw right into a rotten part of a rail tie. He tried to move to no avail then came an announcement
"Express train approaching the station," came the station voice. "Train does not stop."
Lucky stood back. Epsilon could only watch as a set of lights came into view. The driver was looking straight ahead and never saw him.
BAM!
The Tube hit Epsilon and in an instant he was gone. Lucky ran back to the tracks only to see a small amount of blood and some black fur on the tracks. He wished it hadn't ended that way but part of him was safe the threat of Epsilon and his gang was no more.
As Lucky reached the top of stairs to exit the Tube station he was greeted by his entire canine family and Epsilon's turncoat Kappa.
"Lucky," said Two-Tone. "Thank goodness you're alright."
"Where's Epsilon?," asked Doc and several of the other dalmatians.
"Let's just say his plans are derailed once and for all," Lucky replied. "We won't be seeing him again. Man I tired after all this."
"I got to say if the last week and a half of this London vacation is anything like the first few days this is going to be a great trip," said Patriot.
"No doubt it will be," said Roxy.
"Must be nice to have a vacation," said Kappa. "I don't suppose you guys know anyone who needs a good dog? I'm looking for something as far away from here as possible."
"You know I hear this place in America called Grutley is nice," said Clayton.
"Huh?," responded Kappa.
"You proved yourself back there by helping us," said Shadow.
"He did," asked Doc.
"Yes he did," said Clayton.
"Oh," said Doc. "Indeed you did."
"If you need a place to stay while you get back on your paws we'd love the company," added Hesso. "Roger and Anita won't mind. Just know you are going to get a ton of shots at customs."
"You'd do that for me?," said Kappa. "I don't know how to thank you."
"Your assistance in the future will suffice," said Doc. "Welcome aboard."
As a corgi Kappa's tail was docked. But his stub was wagging the best it could.
"Holy cow I just remembered we left the Puppy Double-Decker bus out," said Penny. "We've got to go get it and get back to the house before the Dearlys get home."
"We'll come on guys," Lucky said. "We've still got a lot vacation fun to enjoy starting with that."
As the pups left to get the bus the sky above had gotten just dark enough for some red, white and blue fireworks from the stadium post-game to go off.
THE END
The pups were off to finally get their vacation back on track...but then one white firework went off that covered the screen and transitioned to a rail yard. Specifically a maintenance yard for the London subway system. It's run down an express train pulled into a maintenance bay.
"Hey Winston can you take a look under the express I just brought in," said the driver. "I hit a rat or something on that run through the station near the stadium."
"Sure mate," said Winston.
The maintenance worker scanned the underside train with a light.
"Nothing down here mate," said Winston. "Just a little blood."
"Must have been a big rat then," said the driver.
Neither noticed a small shadowy lurk out of the building limping. Epsilon was still alive.
"Well you made it," came another familiar canine voice to Epsilon.
"I didn't think you would when I heard how it went down," said Zeta.
"I'm so sorry the plan was a failure," said Nu. "But we have no casualities on the plus side minus that turncoat Kappa."
Epsilon looked around. A soaking wet Sigma and a dazed Iota and Omega had joined them.
"Oh thank the dog star you are all okay," said Epsilon at seeing his friends again. "But still, we failed and that's a shame. I wouldn't worry about Kappa, he was never essential to my other plan."
"Other plan?," said Sigma. "What other plan."
At that moment a figure looking like a ghostly white dog approached.
"Good, you made it," said Epsilon to the figure. "What is the news?"
The other Skayninans stood in all as the ghost dog pressed a button on its seemingly mustard yellow collar. The ghostly white glue subsided revealing not a single dog but two border collie pups. One was a male with the mustard collar and a blue merle fur pattern while the other was a female with a rose-colored collar and tri-color black, brown and white coloring.
"It's bad," said the male. "You're diplomat friend Mikhailov got waxed by the people he stole that money from."
"We got there too late," said the female. "We couldn't save him."
"That's what we get for making a business proposition to a human," said Epsilon. "I had hoped he had acquired that money legally but no matter, he was not essential to the plan.
"No, but this is," said the male border collie as he handed Epsilon a shiny brand new blue cell phone. "We did what we had to get Dog Star Technologies off the ground. We enough money and tech nobody on this planet asks questions."
Epsilon flipped the phone on, the display is a highly advanced no glasses 3D HD with holograms.
"It's the perfect blend of a must have for humanity and Skayninan technology," said the female. "Hologram and video chat enabled, the first DS Technologies phone is easily a decade in front of any other cell phone."
"It's wonderful," said Epsilon.
"Hold up," said Sigma. "What's all of this about? Who the heck are you two collies?"
"Us?," said the female. "My name is Chi."
"And my name is Gamma," said the male. "We're his siblings."
(Cut to black)
The end credits begin, the song an exciting orchestra version of the regular 101 theme plays during them...
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THE END of "London Calling"
THE PUPS WILL RETURN...
TWO MONTHS LATER
A newspaper headline reads "Missing Queen declared dead, Britain enters deep mourning." A smaller headline reads "We asked you to save her God, WHY?."
Someone doesn't seem too saddened by it, in fact they are singing a tune.
" God save our gracious King, Long live our noble King. God save the King!"
The newspaper comes down to reveal the no longer Prince Charles, sitting on his bed with a big smile before throwing the paper aside to an older looking corgi with a regal purple collar who just growls.
"It's good to be the King," he said with a naughty, naughty smile.