Post by babclayman on Oct 10, 2012 11:11:39 GMT -5
Hey Pups!
A Few weeks back, Flo asked me on if there was an episode of "101 Dalmatians The Series", where a character was giant, who would it be.
But that then gave me an idea...Why not write the Fic?
Before you ask, I haven't stopped "Markings Of A Menace", just need to find out what to do in it.
Also, No, There will be NO Fan Pups in this Fic, I want to make it feel like an actual "101 Dalmatians The Series" episode.
Still, I hope you all like this Fic. ;3
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“Behold!” Cried P.H. Devil “The P.H Waistless Diet Plan!”
He stood before a large chamber which sat in the Labs of Villa Devil, the home to his cousin, Cruella.
“With this chamber, I can multiply the size factor in any genetic coding, to allow consumer meals to be larger than even the ‘Mega Me’ option at ‘Clucky’s Chicken’!”
“Hmmm, Very Interesting…” Yawned an unimpressed Cruella “But what you fail to realise cousin is that for a Diet Plan, isn’t it necessary to…eat less food?”
The Grey Ferret that sat in Cruella’s arms showed more enthusiasm about this creation. Scorch was a creature that could have anything he wanted, thanks to his human; Cruella, but still he always felt the portions he got were too small. With this device however, he would be able to have a meal that was hundreds of times his own size and that would just be for starters!
As he grinned to the prospect, P.H. answered Cruella.
“Ah, Now that’s the wonder of it!” The Bald Head Connoisseur explained, picking up a beaker of liquid from his work desk “For this plan, the dieter would require a special solute. Once the large input of humungous food has been consumed, they shall drink this, Cancelling out all effects of my Size Chamber, hence making what was once a pig out into a minute portion, therefore cutting waist size…”
Cruella still showed lack of interest in P.H’s Proposal and waved her hand.
“Well, that is fascinating…” She said untruthfully “Now if you excuse me, I need to attend a conference of my soon-to-be Ex-Designs Manager, apparently my Big, Noisy Oil Distraction Theme Park was put up so quickly, there was no specification on how to run maintenance work on it!”
As she walked off to exit the Lab, she took out a small Tape Recorder and murmured into it “Memo To Myself, Remember who gave me the idea to build an Amusement Park and Take Them for All the Got!”
Scorch, realising his involvement in said scheme, slithered out of his Human’s grip and stood firm on the floor, as he watched P.H. follow out too.
Now, only Scorch remained in the lab. He spent the next couple of minutes, scavenging all over the controls of the Growth Chamber, trying to get a rough understanding of how it worked. When he figured he knew what to do, he made a brief trip to the Devil Kitchen, via his own secret tunnels through the Villa and returned with a cob of corn, rolling at his feet.
Once the Corn was in the Chamber, Scorch did what he thought was right on the controls and with a press of a big red button, a small energy emitter hanging from the chamber ceiling began to hum with charge, whilst a computerised voice counted down from ten to begin the process. On Zero, the Emitter burst out with a stream of Green Light, which absorbed into the Corn Cob.
There was a brief moment of nothing, before the corn started to enlarge. Scorch watched in delight, licking his muzzle as it controlled to grow larger and larger eventually stopping to be at a size Thirty-Six times Scorch’s own height.
Whilst pleased at this, Scorch still felt as though there was something missing. Corn could hardly count as a full meal, no matter the size. What it needs, Scorch though, is some chicken.
And he knew just where to get it!
Next door to the Dark Ominous Villa was a brighter and more welcoming twenty acres of the Dearly Farm.
I would say it was ‘More Colourful’ too, if it wasn’t for the fact that the Farm was swarming with the little black & white canines known as; Dalmatians.
The story of the Dearly’s and how they happened to find themselves the keeper of over a century worth of dogs is pretty long to explain, but what can be said is that because of it, they moved from their little brownstone in the city to the large open spaces in the country. They weren’t however depending on living next door to Cruella; a woman who not even the most forgiving of animal would be fond of.
Inside the Barn, three of the said Dalmatian Puppies grouped together by the Television.
“Come on, Cadpig!” Lucky, a born leader of a pup that was easy to recognise with the perfect horseshoe spot pattern on his back, teased to his Littlest Sister “The Remote isn’t that high up!”
He & Rolly (another one of his litter siblings, who was most notable for his plump body) watched in amusement as said Cadpig strived to grab the Television Remote, which sat on top of a Hay Bail. To the males, it was in capable paw reach, but since Cadpig was the smallest of Pups on the Dearly Farm, she was just barely able to touch it was the tip of her paws whilst jumping.
“You’re lucky that my Daily Affirmation Calendar has said that ‘I should not strike anyone in my Bloodline today!” The Female growled “Otherwise we’d be calling Dr. Winokur to remove the remote from up your nostril!”
“Aw, Come on, Sis! We’re only having some fun!” Rolly chuckled as he picked up the remote and passed it down to Cadpig (who still had to jump to get it) “If we knew your patience was as short as yo--“
Cadpig’s glare prevented Rolly from finishing that sentence “You wouldn’t be laughing as much if things were the other way ar--“
It was then Cadpig’s turn to get cut off as a wail of clucking rang out over the Farm Yard. The trio of Pups, now distracted from their ‘little’ dispute, perked their ears to this before seeing a grey slender ferret streak its way past the large double doors.
Cadpig blinked “Scorch?”
“What’s he doing here again!?” Lucky pondered; already convinced he was up to no good.
His question was quick to be answered however, by the arrival of Spot, a chicken who so longed to be a Dalmatian, so usually hung out with Lucky’s group.
“Hey, Spot!” Rolly called “What’s up?”
“Scorch!” Spot Squawked “He tried raiding the Chicken Coup…again…”
“Did he get anything?” Lucky asked.
“Well, aside from me loosing a few of my tail feathers, we were able to chase him off before he was able to take out Naomi!”
“Well, we better sniff him out then! Come on, Guys!” Hearing the call to action, Lucky immediately took off in the direction Scorch escaped.
Rolly was able to provide some use during the chase, by using his strong sense of smell, they were able to deduce that Scorch was heading back to Villa Devil. Fortunately, Lucky knew a shortcut which passed by the Dearly’s House.
On the porch, the Dalmatian’s Mother; Perdita was resting. She was awoken when she detected the recognisable barking and caws of a chicken, just by that noise alone she knew who it was.
She looked up and saw Lucky, Cadpig, Rolly & Spot run by, she tried to call after
“What are you Pups doing?”
Lucky only gave an extremely brief explanation though: “Scorch tried to get the Chickens, we’re getting him!”
Perdita, just barely able to get this, tried to reason “Well, surely if he hasn’t got anyone, there’s not need to chase him…”
It was no use however; Lucky and his Group had already taken off with even knowing that their mother had a rebuttal.
Perdita sighed, in the recent weeks, the Pups had become lacking in self-restraint, off doing their own thing. Whilst fun and playing was okay with this, they were all just rushing into danger, without second thoughts. Perdita knew what happened to Lucky sometimes, when he didn’t take the advice that she or her husband; Pongo provided…and even then, Pongo wasn’t too good at keeping discipline either.
The Mother stood up. Someone’s got to keep an eye on these Pups, she figured, and that someone was her. Now, all she had to do was catch up with them as they ran on their way to confront the Ferret.
To Be Continued...
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All Characters Belong To: Dodie Smith & Disney
I hope you liked Chapter 1. ;3
I'll see to post more up, as soon as I can. =3
So, What you think, Pups? X3
A Few weeks back, Flo asked me on if there was an episode of "101 Dalmatians The Series", where a character was giant, who would it be.
But that then gave me an idea...Why not write the Fic?
Before you ask, I haven't stopped "Markings Of A Menace", just need to find out what to do in it.
Also, No, There will be NO Fan Pups in this Fic, I want to make it feel like an actual "101 Dalmatians The Series" episode.
Still, I hope you all like this Fic. ;3
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“Behold!” Cried P.H. Devil “The P.H Waistless Diet Plan!”
He stood before a large chamber which sat in the Labs of Villa Devil, the home to his cousin, Cruella.
“With this chamber, I can multiply the size factor in any genetic coding, to allow consumer meals to be larger than even the ‘Mega Me’ option at ‘Clucky’s Chicken’!”
“Hmmm, Very Interesting…” Yawned an unimpressed Cruella “But what you fail to realise cousin is that for a Diet Plan, isn’t it necessary to…eat less food?”
The Grey Ferret that sat in Cruella’s arms showed more enthusiasm about this creation. Scorch was a creature that could have anything he wanted, thanks to his human; Cruella, but still he always felt the portions he got were too small. With this device however, he would be able to have a meal that was hundreds of times his own size and that would just be for starters!
As he grinned to the prospect, P.H. answered Cruella.
“Ah, Now that’s the wonder of it!” The Bald Head Connoisseur explained, picking up a beaker of liquid from his work desk “For this plan, the dieter would require a special solute. Once the large input of humungous food has been consumed, they shall drink this, Cancelling out all effects of my Size Chamber, hence making what was once a pig out into a minute portion, therefore cutting waist size…”
Cruella still showed lack of interest in P.H’s Proposal and waved her hand.
“Well, that is fascinating…” She said untruthfully “Now if you excuse me, I need to attend a conference of my soon-to-be Ex-Designs Manager, apparently my Big, Noisy Oil Distraction Theme Park was put up so quickly, there was no specification on how to run maintenance work on it!”
As she walked off to exit the Lab, she took out a small Tape Recorder and murmured into it “Memo To Myself, Remember who gave me the idea to build an Amusement Park and Take Them for All the Got!”
Scorch, realising his involvement in said scheme, slithered out of his Human’s grip and stood firm on the floor, as he watched P.H. follow out too.
Now, only Scorch remained in the lab. He spent the next couple of minutes, scavenging all over the controls of the Growth Chamber, trying to get a rough understanding of how it worked. When he figured he knew what to do, he made a brief trip to the Devil Kitchen, via his own secret tunnels through the Villa and returned with a cob of corn, rolling at his feet.
Once the Corn was in the Chamber, Scorch did what he thought was right on the controls and with a press of a big red button, a small energy emitter hanging from the chamber ceiling began to hum with charge, whilst a computerised voice counted down from ten to begin the process. On Zero, the Emitter burst out with a stream of Green Light, which absorbed into the Corn Cob.
There was a brief moment of nothing, before the corn started to enlarge. Scorch watched in delight, licking his muzzle as it controlled to grow larger and larger eventually stopping to be at a size Thirty-Six times Scorch’s own height.
Whilst pleased at this, Scorch still felt as though there was something missing. Corn could hardly count as a full meal, no matter the size. What it needs, Scorch though, is some chicken.
And he knew just where to get it!
Next door to the Dark Ominous Villa was a brighter and more welcoming twenty acres of the Dearly Farm.
I would say it was ‘More Colourful’ too, if it wasn’t for the fact that the Farm was swarming with the little black & white canines known as; Dalmatians.
The story of the Dearly’s and how they happened to find themselves the keeper of over a century worth of dogs is pretty long to explain, but what can be said is that because of it, they moved from their little brownstone in the city to the large open spaces in the country. They weren’t however depending on living next door to Cruella; a woman who not even the most forgiving of animal would be fond of.
Inside the Barn, three of the said Dalmatian Puppies grouped together by the Television.
“Come on, Cadpig!” Lucky, a born leader of a pup that was easy to recognise with the perfect horseshoe spot pattern on his back, teased to his Littlest Sister “The Remote isn’t that high up!”
He & Rolly (another one of his litter siblings, who was most notable for his plump body) watched in amusement as said Cadpig strived to grab the Television Remote, which sat on top of a Hay Bail. To the males, it was in capable paw reach, but since Cadpig was the smallest of Pups on the Dearly Farm, she was just barely able to touch it was the tip of her paws whilst jumping.
“You’re lucky that my Daily Affirmation Calendar has said that ‘I should not strike anyone in my Bloodline today!” The Female growled “Otherwise we’d be calling Dr. Winokur to remove the remote from up your nostril!”
“Aw, Come on, Sis! We’re only having some fun!” Rolly chuckled as he picked up the remote and passed it down to Cadpig (who still had to jump to get it) “If we knew your patience was as short as yo--“
Cadpig’s glare prevented Rolly from finishing that sentence “You wouldn’t be laughing as much if things were the other way ar--“
It was then Cadpig’s turn to get cut off as a wail of clucking rang out over the Farm Yard. The trio of Pups, now distracted from their ‘little’ dispute, perked their ears to this before seeing a grey slender ferret streak its way past the large double doors.
Cadpig blinked “Scorch?”
“What’s he doing here again!?” Lucky pondered; already convinced he was up to no good.
His question was quick to be answered however, by the arrival of Spot, a chicken who so longed to be a Dalmatian, so usually hung out with Lucky’s group.
“Hey, Spot!” Rolly called “What’s up?”
“Scorch!” Spot Squawked “He tried raiding the Chicken Coup…again…”
“Did he get anything?” Lucky asked.
“Well, aside from me loosing a few of my tail feathers, we were able to chase him off before he was able to take out Naomi!”
“Well, we better sniff him out then! Come on, Guys!” Hearing the call to action, Lucky immediately took off in the direction Scorch escaped.
Rolly was able to provide some use during the chase, by using his strong sense of smell, they were able to deduce that Scorch was heading back to Villa Devil. Fortunately, Lucky knew a shortcut which passed by the Dearly’s House.
On the porch, the Dalmatian’s Mother; Perdita was resting. She was awoken when she detected the recognisable barking and caws of a chicken, just by that noise alone she knew who it was.
She looked up and saw Lucky, Cadpig, Rolly & Spot run by, she tried to call after
“What are you Pups doing?”
Lucky only gave an extremely brief explanation though: “Scorch tried to get the Chickens, we’re getting him!”
Perdita, just barely able to get this, tried to reason “Well, surely if he hasn’t got anyone, there’s not need to chase him…”
It was no use however; Lucky and his Group had already taken off with even knowing that their mother had a rebuttal.
Perdita sighed, in the recent weeks, the Pups had become lacking in self-restraint, off doing their own thing. Whilst fun and playing was okay with this, they were all just rushing into danger, without second thoughts. Perdita knew what happened to Lucky sometimes, when he didn’t take the advice that she or her husband; Pongo provided…and even then, Pongo wasn’t too good at keeping discipline either.
The Mother stood up. Someone’s got to keep an eye on these Pups, she figured, and that someone was her. Now, all she had to do was catch up with them as they ran on their way to confront the Ferret.
To Be Continued...
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All Characters Belong To: Dodie Smith & Disney
I hope you liked Chapter 1. ;3
I'll see to post more up, as soon as I can. =3
So, What you think, Pups? X3