Post by babclayman on Dec 1, 2011 4:54:06 GMT -5
Well, After a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG Time, I've actually got around to typing the next part of my Fic up! ^^;
We really do need to get more active in the Literature and Writing again, Don't we?
Still, I hope you Pups like the Chapter! ;3
Enjoy ;D
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The days which followed after the encounter with Laufeia’s group were, for sure, most troublesome. In just under a month or so, Territorial Marking would have been considered the least of Pups worries. At least with a mark you were able to redo it if someone else defiled it. Other Pups were even questioning how over the top it was to go on the hunt for something as trivial as who Wizzed where.
To those non-foolish however, the tripping of Lucky would have been the first obvious warning sign, for almost immediately others began feeling the wrath.
It seemed just like another regular day on the Dearly Farm, Rolly & Foody were gorging themselves down on ‘Breakfunch’ Kibble at the Chow Tower (the Breakfunch definition being; a meal the two had made up, that came between breakfast & brunch), while near the forest Cuddly was spending quality time with his brothers; Smiley, Luscious & Shadow (by adoption), Lucky, Patch & Creampuff fought over a Thunderbolt Memorabilia Dog Dish inside the Barn and outside the Dearly House; Roger himself was trying to cram Cruella back into her car, after one of her usual ‘Surprise Audits’.
As the two humans struggled, between their legs two other Dalmatians strolled by, heading in the direction of Mooch’s Wagon.
The Plump male of the two, often known as Belchic, pursued Nemo the capped runt, while both at the same time; seem to squabble amongst one another.
“Is there any condition where you would do it?” Belchic asked.
“Geez, Belchic! For the tenth dang time, within the previous ten minutes…” Nemo responded showing great aggravation and groaned in her voice “I…DON’T…Quirk! And before you get all complaining on how I’m singling you out, It’s NOT just you! Clayton, Shadow, Foody, Two-Tone and geez knows whoever else has one, doesn’t have me doing theirs either!”
“But suppose if-“ Belchic’s question was cut short as he noticed Nemo giving him a glare, which most likely read as ‘I will be willing enforce my point on thee!’
Belchic bit his lower mouth and chose not to complete the question, for his own sake.
“Right then…Let’s find Moochie!” Nemo immediately spoke again, trying to alter the matter at paw.
“Why you even want to know where that jerk is, anyway?” Belchic raised his brow “Of Course you probably like him, what with you two not wan-“
“Belchic!” Nemo’s patience was getting as thin as a cat walk model on a diet “Besides, to answer your question, Mooch isn’t a jerk! He’s funny, charming and he even…”
Nemo stopped in mid-sentence when she & Belchic noticed that outside of The busted old Wagon, leaning against the non-broken wheel on the left side, was a dark brown Suki, wearing what appeared to be; an emerald green cravat, with two golden bracelets around each one of her front legs, almost looking as if cowboys & gypsies had a hybrid fashion sense.
Nemo & Belchic figured that standing before them was the newbie known as; Laufeia.
Nemo had heard from Clayton & Mooch (or Lucky in Belchic’s case) about the awkward encounter near Hiccup Hole, along with the gossip that Anita had found a new stray by the Stiffle Mall almost a fortnight before the Markings affair even happened, however never before had they actually had an ‘in the flesh’ encounter with her. First Impression didn’t seem that impressed with her.
Belchic was the first to speak up about this and ask; “What the cow rear, are you doing here?”
Laufeia paused from admiring the claws on her paws and glared over to the source of the noise. She looked with slight confusion on her muzzle, but soon her attention seemed to be fixed onto Nemo.
“Omen?” she spoke up in a sassy voice “Where did you get that cap? It looks good on you…Of course, you know you always look good when you’re around me, I help your image.” She began fluffing her hair like ears, with a flirting smile aimed to Nemo.
Nemo herself paused and sweat dropped from her head, like she had seen so many times on those Cartoons imported from Japan “Ahhh…No…” was the response she gave “It’s Nemo actually….and you didn’t answer our question here. What the…’Cow Rear’…” she looked to Belchic and then back to Laufeia “Are you doing here?”
Laufeia paused and slowly nodded “Ah, yeah! Nemo, I’ve heard that name. The small and scrawny one, I might have figured…” she turned her attention to Belchic and began to circle around him, like predator on its prey “And you, Let me guess…Plump, Purple Collar and the breath of Over Cooked Beans? You must be Belchic.”
Nemo growled at Laufeia’s insults towards her & Belchic, she may not have the smoothest relationship with Belchic, but even she admitted he didn’t deserve humiliation like that “Answer us!” she barked out between her growls.
Laufeia soon heard Nemo and made a smug smiled “Oh? Didn’t you hear? You’re Mooch is madly in love when me, claims I’m the most beautiful canine there ever is, which I am of course. So, he doesn’t want to be seen with the likes of you.”
“Say…WHAT!?” Nemo’s eye twitched, the elastic of her temperament beginning to snap.
“When did Mooch say this?” Belchic asked.
“As soon as he meets me...” Laufeia smirked, seeing the anger she had caused Nemo “I’ll make him know that.”
Nemo exasperated herself in relief upon hearing that Mooch hadn’t actually said that, but still wasn’t any more impressed by this Suki, thinking she could make a move on ‘her’ Moochie!
“You better stay away from Mooch!” Nemo snapped out, stepping towards Laufeia “You hear me!?”
“And why should I?” Laufeia asked.
“I would be willing to make a physical demonstration on why you should, if you make me!” Nemo rubbed her paws together, with a hint of cracking her knuckles.
Unfazed by Nemo’s threats, Laufeia approached Belchic and leaned her paws on his head “So, you’re the one who gets everyone is coats then?”
“Yeah, why’d you care?” Belchic retaliated and pushed Laufeia’s paws from his head.
“Well…” Laufeia looked down on Belchic “At least I would be able to know who it is now, when some short guy in a coat comes to my place and tries to trick me. Course, I wasn’t born yester-“
“You’re heading close to a slap if you don’t shut it!” Belchic twitched his eye similar to Nemo, who at this time was scratching the dirt with her paws, like a bull.
Laufeia looked at both their rile and nodded even more “Alright, I’ll let you off this time…Lightly…” she paused yet again, as if she was waiting for something and began to walk back under the Wagon, she however added as she went “By the way, I think your ‘Moochie’ had something for you in the back of a shack that is this Wagon!”
Nemo & Belchic looked to one another as Laufeia continued onward to the forest before beginning to think on what this ‘Something from Mooch’ was. Nemo however began to run up and jumped, trying to reach the ledge of the wagon.
“You know…” Belchic said, observing Nemo’s effort “You could probably get up there if you were to get onto…”
“I am NOT having that argument AGAIN, Belchic!” Nemo made a quick glance to Belchic before stopping, analysing around the scene and then took a look to the broken wheel on the Wagon. She then spent moment thinking about it and instantly jumped up onto the wheel, bouncing off of it and projecting herself high enough to grab the ledge and climb into the Wagon. She looked down and made a smug nod to Belchic, before beginning to explore the inside of Mooch’s Hangout, while Belchic mumbled to himself, attempting to climb into the Wagon too.
Inside the Wagon, it was pretty much what you expect from Mooch; The Sheets used to cover the cart were old, torn and battered, with many years of strain with a bit of green moss beginning to foam on the layer. The place was cluttered up with a bunch of old card board boxes, usually filled with the either some chewed up fluff, crumps of leftover kibble (nibbled on by the mice which often made a stealthy living on the Dearly Farm) and in one of the most battered box was what Mooch had proudly dubbed; ‘The Smelly Boot’.
However, one of the boxes didn’t seem to belong amongst the mess and it lay right in front of Nemo, in plain sight. It was cuboid in shape and roughly the same size of your average Video Game Console, with a boxing colour which was as yellow as the eyes of the Skull stitching on Nemo’s Cap. The box just sat there, untouched, positioned so that it would always catch your eye no matter how hard you tried for it not to.
Nemo paced cautiously towards it as Belchic was able to reach the ledge and spy in, he eventually pulled himself up by the time Nemo had reached and slowly placed her Paw on this mystery box. It seem to emit some sort of strange vibration, which Pups often claim to have felt from Roger’s Headphones when he accidentally puts his Music Mic too close to the speakers.
Curiosity eventually got the better of Nemo and she slowly opened the box.
It is said that Nemo is one of the bravest Dalmatians on the Dearly Farm, said that not even the likes of Cruella could scare her. But every Achilles has a heel, when Nemo looked in the box she found herself almost instantly frozen up.
Inside the Box, was a swarm of insects, the type which buzzed.
Bees…
Meanwhile, Laufeia had almost reached the boarder of the forest, which would lead her back to her hangout in Hiccup Hole and had seemed to have gained a companion along the way.
“You did place the box in the wagon, didn’t you, Omen?” She asked to another Dalmatian whom to short sighted Pups, could easily be mistaken for Nemo.
“What kind of Partner do you take me for?” Omen smirked “Why would I spent all morning finding hives and rousing those little buzzers, and then be so stupid enough not to put it in range of the target?”
“Good…” Laufeia made a smirk, similar to Omen’s and waved a bit of her Ear Fur again, letting them catch a breath of the air.
“Say….Lauf…?” Omen slowly spoke up “When you said about that Mongr--“
“Shh, Shh, Shh!” Laufeia placed her paw on Omen’s Muzzle as she kept her ear on the alert.
Suddenly, after six seconds, there were a burst of scream and yelling emanating from where she had just been. Upon the horizon, two shapes formed however they seemed to be running so far from the speckly silhouettes behind them; their images seem to shape like blurs.
“Not the Bees! Not the Bees!” Belchic’s voice was heard to scream, before both blurs made a dive into the bushes. The speckle body of dots paused as the rustling in the bushes was heard. It circled around the area for about a minute or so, before soon heading back in the direction of a random tree near Nanny’s Vegetable Garden.
As both seem to chuckle at the scene they had just witnessed, Laufeia’s sly smile looked back to Omen “You were saying?” she asked.
“When you…were talking about that Mongrel…” Omen seemed a bit hesitant for what he said “Saying that, his love would be all over you….you…won’t replace me now, capheese?”
Laufeia chuckled and stroked her paw under Omen’s chin “My dear, Omen, you know you are the snake of my eye, why would I even try to replace such a faithful son of a, like you?” she eased even closer to Omen and both their noses soon made contact.
Omen paused, he watched as the dampness of Laufeia’s nose made contact with his own and with a swish of his tail made a smile as sly as Laufeia’s and hissed like a snake (similar to the spot over his eye); “Good…”
“Come on…” Laufeia then made a hard pat on Omen’s back “It’s almost time for my Midday Massage…”
Meanwhile, from out of the Barn, Nuke came trotting along, carrying one of his unusually large bones from within his muzzle to one of the many sites in which he hid them around the Farm. He was bound to have picked the perfect spot for it this time, ever since the markings affair, he had spent the previous couple of weeks, relocating his entire bone stash, to protect them from those whom may try to play a game of ‘Finders Keepers’.
The situation wasn’t made better for him, after he had caught Growlie gnawing on the one stashed by the Water Well on the day they first found out who Laufeia was, surprising enough since Nuke swore the dirt cover would be fool proof. In her defence; Growlie did claims that she thought that the Bone was Farm grown, but Nuke knew that was ridiculous! Every body knows that Farmed Bones only grow in the soils of Soledad and Weed!
As Nuke circled the Barn, in the direction of the Colonel’s Rail Cart, he paused and perked his ears up which twitched with each noise he heard, it was coming from the direction of a bush close by.
Bone still in mouth, The Active Dalmatian Puppy zipped his way over to said bush and after spitting the bone beside him, poked his head in. To his surprise, Nuke found himself gazing at the sight of Belchic laying on top of Nemo; both seemed to be panting hard, as if they had been on a ten kilometre run…or something else.
“Hey there!” Nuke smirked to the pair “I didn’t know that you two were so intima-“
“NO! We are NOT!” Nemo poked her head out from under Belchic, grinding her teeth like nails on a chalk board “Don’t EVEN THINK that we were doing that! There was-“
“Hey! Chill!” Nuke made a ‘cool’ gesture with his Paws and playfully stuck his tongue out to Nemo “It’s nothing bad, I myself tend to use some of my extra energy in a similar way and so does Oddy, you should see the list he’s made of it! We all need our bit of nookie, so I’ll allow you two to have yours!”
If it hadn’t been for Belchic weighing down on top of her, Nemo would have snapped and let her rage flare all over Nuke, however still struggled as Nuke continue his way with his Bone to the Rail Car.
Belchic however just kept on repeating to himself “The bees…the bees…” like someone in court being asked to point out where the bees stung him on the doll.
Nuke had almost reached the small log benches, perched on the tracks the Railcar was on, when suddenly he felt his teeth make contact with one another, He paused…
“Hey that’s peculiar!” Nuke thought to himself “I could swear that there was a bone in my mouth less than 28 seconds ago…” He began to dart he eyes back and forth and began speaking out “Come on, Big Bony! The point of our little game is that ‘I’ be the one to hide you! You didn’t have this sort of problem the other times…Is this about Growlie?”
Nuke soon noticed something white and similar in bone shape, poking out from behind a tree trunk, in the direction he had just come from, it seem to roughly slide across the ground before disappearing behind the tree. Nuke however made a smirk and proclaimed through his teeth “Gotcha! Now then…RAWR!” He made a charge, following after the bone and dived straight in its direction.
What happened next felt like a blur to Nuke; it felt as though he had dived straight into a pit trap, which had been dug prior to his arrival and with the aid of a paw stuck in his path, had been sent flying down into that said pit with easily burst-able balloons of mayonnaise and thorny rose stems as his cushion. Then it suddenly dawned on Nuke, he has just dived straight into a pit trap and has been sent flying down into that said pit with balloons of mayonnaise and thorny stems as his cushion.
At this realisation, Nuke yelped out “OWIE!”
Meanwhile, as Nuke wiggled to shake some thorns from his posterior, The feline known as Snapshot and the Blond fur Dalmatian; Rosalina stared down into the pit tilting their head in almost confusion.
“Was that the one we were targeting?” Rosalina asked Snapshot.
“We were aiming for the mutt who has a fish like spot on her ear, right?” Snapshot asked back in return.
“E-Yup…” Rosalina nodded.
“Then we got a misfire.” Snapshot shrugged, yet made an approving swish of his tail “We’re going to have to set this all up again.”
“Well, at least we got something from this misfire.” Rosalina triumphantly patted the bone, she seized from Nuke’s mouth “This’ll be an excellent snack for later…You don’t have bones, do you?”
“No…” Snapshot shook his head “Why your pitiable species wants to chew on the parts of animals, the humans--“ he then paused and noticed something around Rosalina’s foreleg, at first he could have mistaken it for the simple spot pattern which often wrapped around each of her joints, however soon realised that it looked like an Ice Blue bracelet, he looked up to Rosalina “Where’d you get that then?” he asked.
“Hm?” Rosalina looked at Snapshot and then to her bracelet “Oh, This!? Ah, just something that Caped Dog sent me. For some reason, that weird one has taken a lot of interest in me…what’s his name? Shade or Spudow or something like that…”
“You like him?” Snapshot asked.
“What?” Rosalina immediately flinched “What makes you think that? I mean, he’s just…odd…I mean…well…he…thinks he can go anywhere in a book and he licks paws! I may be able to cross my toes, but doesn’t mean I can have Shadow…”
“AH HA! You do know his name!” Snapshot just smirked and began murring in school boy tune “You like the cape boy!”
“No!” Rosalina covered the bracelet with her paw, fighting a loosing battle “I just, well…”
“You know, I am not the fondest of your kind, but I will admit this…” Snapshot said in a calmer voice “I know emotion, it’s a sixth sense of mine, you…have…emotion for the Shadow.”
“Well, I bet all he feels is just infatuation.” Rosalina looked down “And I don’t want to have someone I thought was close to me ditch me again!”
“Some aren’t like those who can’t afford to keep you.” Snapshot said “But come on! You’re mushiness is getting too much here! We got to reset this entire trap for that Fish Eared swine, you can show Laufeia the bone later…Just don’t get fat on it, we can’t have you trip our targets up, if your belly covers your legs.”
“Me? Fat?” Rosalina made a bit of a darker chuckle, happier in the altering of subject “What you take me for?”
Snapshot already had made a sharp one-eighty turn and, when he flicked his tail, strutted in proud march to another tree, on the Farm.
Rosalina paused and looked back down to Nuke in the pit. His muffles still being able to be heard, however in a more upbeat tone; “Ah ha! That’s where Ed Pig’s been hiding his truffles!”
Rosalina looked away again and shook her head; she then picked the bone back up in her mouth and followed after Snapshot, ready for their next target to come into aim.
To Be Continued...
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Laufeia (C) Me (Babclayman) X3
Lucky, Patch, Rolly & Cruella (C) Dodie Smith
Roger (C) Disney
Nemo, Lusious & Omen (C) Nemo
Belchic (C) Belchic
Nuke (C) Nuke
Shadow & Rosalina (C) Shadow
Snapshot (C) Paws
Cuddly & Smiley (C) Cuddly
Foody (C) Olwe
Growlie (C) Growlie
Creampuff (C) Puffy
Others Mentioned (C) Their Respected Owners
I hope you like this Chapter and I'll see to try get the next chapter up in quicker time. ;3
Looking forward to hearing what you, Pups think. *Hugs* X3
We really do need to get more active in the Literature and Writing again, Don't we?
Still, I hope you Pups like the Chapter! ;3
Enjoy ;D
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The days which followed after the encounter with Laufeia’s group were, for sure, most troublesome. In just under a month or so, Territorial Marking would have been considered the least of Pups worries. At least with a mark you were able to redo it if someone else defiled it. Other Pups were even questioning how over the top it was to go on the hunt for something as trivial as who Wizzed where.
To those non-foolish however, the tripping of Lucky would have been the first obvious warning sign, for almost immediately others began feeling the wrath.
It seemed just like another regular day on the Dearly Farm, Rolly & Foody were gorging themselves down on ‘Breakfunch’ Kibble at the Chow Tower (the Breakfunch definition being; a meal the two had made up, that came between breakfast & brunch), while near the forest Cuddly was spending quality time with his brothers; Smiley, Luscious & Shadow (by adoption), Lucky, Patch & Creampuff fought over a Thunderbolt Memorabilia Dog Dish inside the Barn and outside the Dearly House; Roger himself was trying to cram Cruella back into her car, after one of her usual ‘Surprise Audits’.
As the two humans struggled, between their legs two other Dalmatians strolled by, heading in the direction of Mooch’s Wagon.
The Plump male of the two, often known as Belchic, pursued Nemo the capped runt, while both at the same time; seem to squabble amongst one another.
“Is there any condition where you would do it?” Belchic asked.
“Geez, Belchic! For the tenth dang time, within the previous ten minutes…” Nemo responded showing great aggravation and groaned in her voice “I…DON’T…Quirk! And before you get all complaining on how I’m singling you out, It’s NOT just you! Clayton, Shadow, Foody, Two-Tone and geez knows whoever else has one, doesn’t have me doing theirs either!”
“But suppose if-“ Belchic’s question was cut short as he noticed Nemo giving him a glare, which most likely read as ‘I will be willing enforce my point on thee!’
Belchic bit his lower mouth and chose not to complete the question, for his own sake.
“Right then…Let’s find Moochie!” Nemo immediately spoke again, trying to alter the matter at paw.
“Why you even want to know where that jerk is, anyway?” Belchic raised his brow “Of Course you probably like him, what with you two not wan-“
“Belchic!” Nemo’s patience was getting as thin as a cat walk model on a diet “Besides, to answer your question, Mooch isn’t a jerk! He’s funny, charming and he even…”
Nemo stopped in mid-sentence when she & Belchic noticed that outside of The busted old Wagon, leaning against the non-broken wheel on the left side, was a dark brown Suki, wearing what appeared to be; an emerald green cravat, with two golden bracelets around each one of her front legs, almost looking as if cowboys & gypsies had a hybrid fashion sense.
Nemo & Belchic figured that standing before them was the newbie known as; Laufeia.
Nemo had heard from Clayton & Mooch (or Lucky in Belchic’s case) about the awkward encounter near Hiccup Hole, along with the gossip that Anita had found a new stray by the Stiffle Mall almost a fortnight before the Markings affair even happened, however never before had they actually had an ‘in the flesh’ encounter with her. First Impression didn’t seem that impressed with her.
Belchic was the first to speak up about this and ask; “What the cow rear, are you doing here?”
Laufeia paused from admiring the claws on her paws and glared over to the source of the noise. She looked with slight confusion on her muzzle, but soon her attention seemed to be fixed onto Nemo.
“Omen?” she spoke up in a sassy voice “Where did you get that cap? It looks good on you…Of course, you know you always look good when you’re around me, I help your image.” She began fluffing her hair like ears, with a flirting smile aimed to Nemo.
Nemo herself paused and sweat dropped from her head, like she had seen so many times on those Cartoons imported from Japan “Ahhh…No…” was the response she gave “It’s Nemo actually….and you didn’t answer our question here. What the…’Cow Rear’…” she looked to Belchic and then back to Laufeia “Are you doing here?”
Laufeia paused and slowly nodded “Ah, yeah! Nemo, I’ve heard that name. The small and scrawny one, I might have figured…” she turned her attention to Belchic and began to circle around him, like predator on its prey “And you, Let me guess…Plump, Purple Collar and the breath of Over Cooked Beans? You must be Belchic.”
Nemo growled at Laufeia’s insults towards her & Belchic, she may not have the smoothest relationship with Belchic, but even she admitted he didn’t deserve humiliation like that “Answer us!” she barked out between her growls.
Laufeia soon heard Nemo and made a smug smiled “Oh? Didn’t you hear? You’re Mooch is madly in love when me, claims I’m the most beautiful canine there ever is, which I am of course. So, he doesn’t want to be seen with the likes of you.”
“Say…WHAT!?” Nemo’s eye twitched, the elastic of her temperament beginning to snap.
“When did Mooch say this?” Belchic asked.
“As soon as he meets me...” Laufeia smirked, seeing the anger she had caused Nemo “I’ll make him know that.”
Nemo exasperated herself in relief upon hearing that Mooch hadn’t actually said that, but still wasn’t any more impressed by this Suki, thinking she could make a move on ‘her’ Moochie!
“You better stay away from Mooch!” Nemo snapped out, stepping towards Laufeia “You hear me!?”
“And why should I?” Laufeia asked.
“I would be willing to make a physical demonstration on why you should, if you make me!” Nemo rubbed her paws together, with a hint of cracking her knuckles.
Unfazed by Nemo’s threats, Laufeia approached Belchic and leaned her paws on his head “So, you’re the one who gets everyone is coats then?”
“Yeah, why’d you care?” Belchic retaliated and pushed Laufeia’s paws from his head.
“Well…” Laufeia looked down on Belchic “At least I would be able to know who it is now, when some short guy in a coat comes to my place and tries to trick me. Course, I wasn’t born yester-“
“You’re heading close to a slap if you don’t shut it!” Belchic twitched his eye similar to Nemo, who at this time was scratching the dirt with her paws, like a bull.
Laufeia looked at both their rile and nodded even more “Alright, I’ll let you off this time…Lightly…” she paused yet again, as if she was waiting for something and began to walk back under the Wagon, she however added as she went “By the way, I think your ‘Moochie’ had something for you in the back of a shack that is this Wagon!”
Nemo & Belchic looked to one another as Laufeia continued onward to the forest before beginning to think on what this ‘Something from Mooch’ was. Nemo however began to run up and jumped, trying to reach the ledge of the wagon.
“You know…” Belchic said, observing Nemo’s effort “You could probably get up there if you were to get onto…”
“I am NOT having that argument AGAIN, Belchic!” Nemo made a quick glance to Belchic before stopping, analysing around the scene and then took a look to the broken wheel on the Wagon. She then spent moment thinking about it and instantly jumped up onto the wheel, bouncing off of it and projecting herself high enough to grab the ledge and climb into the Wagon. She looked down and made a smug nod to Belchic, before beginning to explore the inside of Mooch’s Hangout, while Belchic mumbled to himself, attempting to climb into the Wagon too.
Inside the Wagon, it was pretty much what you expect from Mooch; The Sheets used to cover the cart were old, torn and battered, with many years of strain with a bit of green moss beginning to foam on the layer. The place was cluttered up with a bunch of old card board boxes, usually filled with the either some chewed up fluff, crumps of leftover kibble (nibbled on by the mice which often made a stealthy living on the Dearly Farm) and in one of the most battered box was what Mooch had proudly dubbed; ‘The Smelly Boot’.
However, one of the boxes didn’t seem to belong amongst the mess and it lay right in front of Nemo, in plain sight. It was cuboid in shape and roughly the same size of your average Video Game Console, with a boxing colour which was as yellow as the eyes of the Skull stitching on Nemo’s Cap. The box just sat there, untouched, positioned so that it would always catch your eye no matter how hard you tried for it not to.
Nemo paced cautiously towards it as Belchic was able to reach the ledge and spy in, he eventually pulled himself up by the time Nemo had reached and slowly placed her Paw on this mystery box. It seem to emit some sort of strange vibration, which Pups often claim to have felt from Roger’s Headphones when he accidentally puts his Music Mic too close to the speakers.
Curiosity eventually got the better of Nemo and she slowly opened the box.
It is said that Nemo is one of the bravest Dalmatians on the Dearly Farm, said that not even the likes of Cruella could scare her. But every Achilles has a heel, when Nemo looked in the box she found herself almost instantly frozen up.
Inside the Box, was a swarm of insects, the type which buzzed.
Bees…
Meanwhile, Laufeia had almost reached the boarder of the forest, which would lead her back to her hangout in Hiccup Hole and had seemed to have gained a companion along the way.
“You did place the box in the wagon, didn’t you, Omen?” She asked to another Dalmatian whom to short sighted Pups, could easily be mistaken for Nemo.
“What kind of Partner do you take me for?” Omen smirked “Why would I spent all morning finding hives and rousing those little buzzers, and then be so stupid enough not to put it in range of the target?”
“Good…” Laufeia made a smirk, similar to Omen’s and waved a bit of her Ear Fur again, letting them catch a breath of the air.
“Say….Lauf…?” Omen slowly spoke up “When you said about that Mongr--“
“Shh, Shh, Shh!” Laufeia placed her paw on Omen’s Muzzle as she kept her ear on the alert.
Suddenly, after six seconds, there were a burst of scream and yelling emanating from where she had just been. Upon the horizon, two shapes formed however they seemed to be running so far from the speckly silhouettes behind them; their images seem to shape like blurs.
“Not the Bees! Not the Bees!” Belchic’s voice was heard to scream, before both blurs made a dive into the bushes. The speckle body of dots paused as the rustling in the bushes was heard. It circled around the area for about a minute or so, before soon heading back in the direction of a random tree near Nanny’s Vegetable Garden.
As both seem to chuckle at the scene they had just witnessed, Laufeia’s sly smile looked back to Omen “You were saying?” she asked.
“When you…were talking about that Mongrel…” Omen seemed a bit hesitant for what he said “Saying that, his love would be all over you….you…won’t replace me now, capheese?”
Laufeia chuckled and stroked her paw under Omen’s chin “My dear, Omen, you know you are the snake of my eye, why would I even try to replace such a faithful son of a, like you?” she eased even closer to Omen and both their noses soon made contact.
Omen paused, he watched as the dampness of Laufeia’s nose made contact with his own and with a swish of his tail made a smile as sly as Laufeia’s and hissed like a snake (similar to the spot over his eye); “Good…”
“Come on…” Laufeia then made a hard pat on Omen’s back “It’s almost time for my Midday Massage…”
Meanwhile, from out of the Barn, Nuke came trotting along, carrying one of his unusually large bones from within his muzzle to one of the many sites in which he hid them around the Farm. He was bound to have picked the perfect spot for it this time, ever since the markings affair, he had spent the previous couple of weeks, relocating his entire bone stash, to protect them from those whom may try to play a game of ‘Finders Keepers’.
The situation wasn’t made better for him, after he had caught Growlie gnawing on the one stashed by the Water Well on the day they first found out who Laufeia was, surprising enough since Nuke swore the dirt cover would be fool proof. In her defence; Growlie did claims that she thought that the Bone was Farm grown, but Nuke knew that was ridiculous! Every body knows that Farmed Bones only grow in the soils of Soledad and Weed!
As Nuke circled the Barn, in the direction of the Colonel’s Rail Cart, he paused and perked his ears up which twitched with each noise he heard, it was coming from the direction of a bush close by.
Bone still in mouth, The Active Dalmatian Puppy zipped his way over to said bush and after spitting the bone beside him, poked his head in. To his surprise, Nuke found himself gazing at the sight of Belchic laying on top of Nemo; both seemed to be panting hard, as if they had been on a ten kilometre run…or something else.
“Hey there!” Nuke smirked to the pair “I didn’t know that you two were so intima-“
“NO! We are NOT!” Nemo poked her head out from under Belchic, grinding her teeth like nails on a chalk board “Don’t EVEN THINK that we were doing that! There was-“
“Hey! Chill!” Nuke made a ‘cool’ gesture with his Paws and playfully stuck his tongue out to Nemo “It’s nothing bad, I myself tend to use some of my extra energy in a similar way and so does Oddy, you should see the list he’s made of it! We all need our bit of nookie, so I’ll allow you two to have yours!”
If it hadn’t been for Belchic weighing down on top of her, Nemo would have snapped and let her rage flare all over Nuke, however still struggled as Nuke continue his way with his Bone to the Rail Car.
Belchic however just kept on repeating to himself “The bees…the bees…” like someone in court being asked to point out where the bees stung him on the doll.
Nuke had almost reached the small log benches, perched on the tracks the Railcar was on, when suddenly he felt his teeth make contact with one another, He paused…
“Hey that’s peculiar!” Nuke thought to himself “I could swear that there was a bone in my mouth less than 28 seconds ago…” He began to dart he eyes back and forth and began speaking out “Come on, Big Bony! The point of our little game is that ‘I’ be the one to hide you! You didn’t have this sort of problem the other times…Is this about Growlie?”
Nuke soon noticed something white and similar in bone shape, poking out from behind a tree trunk, in the direction he had just come from, it seem to roughly slide across the ground before disappearing behind the tree. Nuke however made a smirk and proclaimed through his teeth “Gotcha! Now then…RAWR!” He made a charge, following after the bone and dived straight in its direction.
What happened next felt like a blur to Nuke; it felt as though he had dived straight into a pit trap, which had been dug prior to his arrival and with the aid of a paw stuck in his path, had been sent flying down into that said pit with easily burst-able balloons of mayonnaise and thorny rose stems as his cushion. Then it suddenly dawned on Nuke, he has just dived straight into a pit trap and has been sent flying down into that said pit with balloons of mayonnaise and thorny stems as his cushion.
At this realisation, Nuke yelped out “OWIE!”
Meanwhile, as Nuke wiggled to shake some thorns from his posterior, The feline known as Snapshot and the Blond fur Dalmatian; Rosalina stared down into the pit tilting their head in almost confusion.
“Was that the one we were targeting?” Rosalina asked Snapshot.
“We were aiming for the mutt who has a fish like spot on her ear, right?” Snapshot asked back in return.
“E-Yup…” Rosalina nodded.
“Then we got a misfire.” Snapshot shrugged, yet made an approving swish of his tail “We’re going to have to set this all up again.”
“Well, at least we got something from this misfire.” Rosalina triumphantly patted the bone, she seized from Nuke’s mouth “This’ll be an excellent snack for later…You don’t have bones, do you?”
“No…” Snapshot shook his head “Why your pitiable species wants to chew on the parts of animals, the humans--“ he then paused and noticed something around Rosalina’s foreleg, at first he could have mistaken it for the simple spot pattern which often wrapped around each of her joints, however soon realised that it looked like an Ice Blue bracelet, he looked up to Rosalina “Where’d you get that then?” he asked.
“Hm?” Rosalina looked at Snapshot and then to her bracelet “Oh, This!? Ah, just something that Caped Dog sent me. For some reason, that weird one has taken a lot of interest in me…what’s his name? Shade or Spudow or something like that…”
“You like him?” Snapshot asked.
“What?” Rosalina immediately flinched “What makes you think that? I mean, he’s just…odd…I mean…well…he…thinks he can go anywhere in a book and he licks paws! I may be able to cross my toes, but doesn’t mean I can have Shadow…”
“AH HA! You do know his name!” Snapshot just smirked and began murring in school boy tune “You like the cape boy!”
“No!” Rosalina covered the bracelet with her paw, fighting a loosing battle “I just, well…”
“You know, I am not the fondest of your kind, but I will admit this…” Snapshot said in a calmer voice “I know emotion, it’s a sixth sense of mine, you…have…emotion for the Shadow.”
“Well, I bet all he feels is just infatuation.” Rosalina looked down “And I don’t want to have someone I thought was close to me ditch me again!”
“Some aren’t like those who can’t afford to keep you.” Snapshot said “But come on! You’re mushiness is getting too much here! We got to reset this entire trap for that Fish Eared swine, you can show Laufeia the bone later…Just don’t get fat on it, we can’t have you trip our targets up, if your belly covers your legs.”
“Me? Fat?” Rosalina made a bit of a darker chuckle, happier in the altering of subject “What you take me for?”
Snapshot already had made a sharp one-eighty turn and, when he flicked his tail, strutted in proud march to another tree, on the Farm.
Rosalina paused and looked back down to Nuke in the pit. His muffles still being able to be heard, however in a more upbeat tone; “Ah ha! That’s where Ed Pig’s been hiding his truffles!”
Rosalina looked away again and shook her head; she then picked the bone back up in her mouth and followed after Snapshot, ready for their next target to come into aim.
To Be Continued...
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Laufeia (C) Me (Babclayman) X3
Lucky, Patch, Rolly & Cruella (C) Dodie Smith
Roger (C) Disney
Nemo, Lusious & Omen (C) Nemo
Belchic (C) Belchic
Nuke (C) Nuke
Shadow & Rosalina (C) Shadow
Snapshot (C) Paws
Cuddly & Smiley (C) Cuddly
Foody (C) Olwe
Growlie (C) Growlie
Creampuff (C) Puffy
Others Mentioned (C) Their Respected Owners
I hope you like this Chapter and I'll see to try get the next chapter up in quicker time. ;3
Looking forward to hearing what you, Pups think. *Hugs* X3