Post by RaceFanX on Sept 26, 2010 0:48:31 GMT -5
The climax has begun. Will the pups catch Epsilon and his crew? Or will the collie pull off an ultra-rare victory for the villians? Let's find out...
"Get him!," shouted Two-Tone.
"After him!," shouted Lucky.
A group of about 30 of the dals plus Roxy and Spot had seen the scene that had just played out in the backyard of their rented house and when the Skayninians made a run for it so did they in pursuit.
"What about the stadium blockade plan," asked Smiley from the house.
Patch heard him and turned around.
"Go ahead with it, take the others in Roger's bus and do it. It's always smart to have a backup plan."
Patch took off in pursuit and Smiley turned around.
"Well you heard him, to the Puppy Double Decker Bus!"
'Why did I do it, why did I do it!'
That thought kept racing through Epsilon's head as the border collie pup darted down a back alley. He'd been doing his best to avoid the predictable traps all those who faced the Dearly dalmatians before him had fallen into but for some reason he thought it was a neccessary risk to try and attack them head on and now it had backfired in his face and left him, Zeta, Iota and Omega running for thier lives.
Had he just played it cool he'd be setting up for his final assault but his gamble that a confontation with the dals was unavoidable had backfired on him and his crew. Still they had a legit chance to escape if they played this right.
"When we reach the destination back off and we'll lose the dals in the crowd," barked Epsilon on the fly. "We'll rendezvous at the front and ditch the dals for good."
It was a daring foot, err, paws chase as the Skayninians darted down their escape path with the mass of pups in hot pursuit. The chase route was mainly down alleys and away from people but that didn't stop there from being hazards along the route especially as it left the residential area where the pups were staying and entered into a business area of London.
Seeing the dals starting to gain Omega deliberately hopped low into a pile of stacked cardboard boxes causing it to topple across a narrow point in the alley before the Wolfhound pup darted away.
Lucky, Two-Tone and Doc reached the boxes first and all three took a running leap and cleared it. Like jumping a snowy log, the other 27 canines followed suit and all made it except Cadpig who came up short and bonked into the side before backing up and clearing it on her second attempt.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Right in front of the chase a big 1996 Ford AeroMax 9500 lorry painted red and labeled for Virgin Cola was backing its trailer into a store loading dock as the pups came directly toward it. Without batting an eyelash on any side the four alien dogs darted between the semi truck's wheels and the wheels on the trailer while the truck was still moving.
The Dearlys somewhat followed suit but split the rig between under the trailer and around the front. The trucker hit the brakes and stopped his rig as a see of white and black unexpectedly raced by, puzzled and awed at the site as the dals all safely raced off into the distance.
"Crazy packs of wild dogs," mumbled a familiar-looking male driver. "Almost as crazy as the women drivers back when I had that moving van gig."
In front of the Dearly house the Puppy Double Decker bus had been loaded up and was ready to roll.
"Okay, we did a head count and everyone is here," noted Smiley. "Did everyone use the bathroom before we left because we won't have time to stop on the way."
"Oh shoot, hang on," shouted Wizzer who dashed off for a quick one.
Smiley turned his attention to Penny who was now sitting in the drivers seat with Foody maning the pedals and Phillip with both front paws around the gear shift.
"I got to ask, can you actually drive this thing?"
"Eh, why not," replied Penny. "My brother Patch drove one like this, in fact exactly like this that one time. Patriot explained to me how these things work once, as long as there are no bikers in the bus lane while be fine."
"And if there are bikers in the bus lanes," asked Smiley?
"Well they'll be killed when we plow them down," shouted Mooch from the back of the bus followed by his trademark laugh.
"It would probably be best if we avoided that scenario," said Penny. "And any of that two-wheeled madness Patch got into."
Wizzer got back from his, well, wiz and with a turn of the key the old Routemaster fired up.
"Already, let's hit the road, keep calm and carry on and all of that inspirational stuff," said Smiley as the bus began the drive.
"So, ah, just curious. Do any of us actually know which way Wembley Stadium is," asked Spade.
Foody hit the brakes while Meer and Clover got out a map.
Back in the alleys the running chase suddenly came to an end at a door propped open by a worker to have a cigarette which all four dogs being persued popped inside.
"Alright split up," said Epsilon with his crew doing just that and vanishing into a crowd unnoticed.
The pups darted in behind them into the building. The smell of TurtleWax and tire shine hit all their noses instantly and by the time the pups found themselves in a brightly-lite convention center atmosphere it was clear to them where they were...the somewhat crowded London Car Exhibition they saw on the news. Everywhere sat displays of brand new cars grouped by brand. Even with all the people at the game the car show was still popular, it was somewhat helped by a giant TV screen the people at Mitsubishi had put up towering over their orange Eclispe, a red Colt and a dark blue Lancer Evo 10 on display. A crowd was gathering around the TV as the pre-game coverage was beginning, the pups knew they were running out of time and with all the scents of people and cars flooding the building they know the alien dogs would be next to impossible to track. The pups had come in right next to a booth displaying a red-and-black Bugatti Veyron and a brand-new orange-and-black Bugatti Veyron SS and were thus not noticed by any humans as they were busy gazing at the million Pound hypercars.
"What an unexpected twist," said Rolly about the car show detour. "Bummer."
"Right into a big crowd where we can't track him easily," noted Shadow.
"I wanted to see this car show but not under these circumstances," noted Patriot. "Still I wonder if the new McLaren MP4-12C is here?"
Lucky noticed a map of the show's layout on the floor, likely left by a visitor and somewhat trampled. He picked it up to find out where he is.
"Okay let's see we are between Bugatti and..."
The horseshoe-spotted dal looked over at the display opposite them with a little red SUV labelled "Daihatsu Terios" sitting front and center.
"...Daihatsu I guess. According to this map that means we are roughly at the back of the exhibit hall. We'll split into six teams of five and make our way towards the front of the show which would be the booths for it looks like Chevrolet, Toyota and Porsche."
With that the pups split up knowing that if they didn't stop Epsilon and Co. now they may not get another chance.
It's getting intense. Next time the stage is set for the big chase and Two-Tone's reflective shades get canonized so stay tuned.
(Sorry if this seems like fanservice to me because they are at a car show, I needed it for plot purposes because Chevrolet Camaros are not available to the British public until next year and even then only in really small numbers [just 100 imported for dealers a year]. I hope there is still enough going on to keep you guys entertained.)
"Get him!," shouted Two-Tone.
"After him!," shouted Lucky.
A group of about 30 of the dals plus Roxy and Spot had seen the scene that had just played out in the backyard of their rented house and when the Skayninians made a run for it so did they in pursuit.
"What about the stadium blockade plan," asked Smiley from the house.
Patch heard him and turned around.
"Go ahead with it, take the others in Roger's bus and do it. It's always smart to have a backup plan."
Patch took off in pursuit and Smiley turned around.
"Well you heard him, to the Puppy Double Decker Bus!"
'Why did I do it, why did I do it!'
That thought kept racing through Epsilon's head as the border collie pup darted down a back alley. He'd been doing his best to avoid the predictable traps all those who faced the Dearly dalmatians before him had fallen into but for some reason he thought it was a neccessary risk to try and attack them head on and now it had backfired in his face and left him, Zeta, Iota and Omega running for thier lives.
Had he just played it cool he'd be setting up for his final assault but his gamble that a confontation with the dals was unavoidable had backfired on him and his crew. Still they had a legit chance to escape if they played this right.
"When we reach the destination back off and we'll lose the dals in the crowd," barked Epsilon on the fly. "We'll rendezvous at the front and ditch the dals for good."
It was a daring foot, err, paws chase as the Skayninians darted down their escape path with the mass of pups in hot pursuit. The chase route was mainly down alleys and away from people but that didn't stop there from being hazards along the route especially as it left the residential area where the pups were staying and entered into a business area of London.
Seeing the dals starting to gain Omega deliberately hopped low into a pile of stacked cardboard boxes causing it to topple across a narrow point in the alley before the Wolfhound pup darted away.
Lucky, Two-Tone and Doc reached the boxes first and all three took a running leap and cleared it. Like jumping a snowy log, the other 27 canines followed suit and all made it except Cadpig who came up short and bonked into the side before backing up and clearing it on her second attempt.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Right in front of the chase a big 1996 Ford AeroMax 9500 lorry painted red and labeled for Virgin Cola was backing its trailer into a store loading dock as the pups came directly toward it. Without batting an eyelash on any side the four alien dogs darted between the semi truck's wheels and the wheels on the trailer while the truck was still moving.
The Dearlys somewhat followed suit but split the rig between under the trailer and around the front. The trucker hit the brakes and stopped his rig as a see of white and black unexpectedly raced by, puzzled and awed at the site as the dals all safely raced off into the distance.
"Crazy packs of wild dogs," mumbled a familiar-looking male driver. "Almost as crazy as the women drivers back when I had that moving van gig."
In front of the Dearly house the Puppy Double Decker bus had been loaded up and was ready to roll.
"Okay, we did a head count and everyone is here," noted Smiley. "Did everyone use the bathroom before we left because we won't have time to stop on the way."
"Oh shoot, hang on," shouted Wizzer who dashed off for a quick one.
Smiley turned his attention to Penny who was now sitting in the drivers seat with Foody maning the pedals and Phillip with both front paws around the gear shift.
"I got to ask, can you actually drive this thing?"
"Eh, why not," replied Penny. "My brother Patch drove one like this, in fact exactly like this that one time. Patriot explained to me how these things work once, as long as there are no bikers in the bus lane while be fine."
"And if there are bikers in the bus lanes," asked Smiley?
"Well they'll be killed when we plow them down," shouted Mooch from the back of the bus followed by his trademark laugh.
"It would probably be best if we avoided that scenario," said Penny. "And any of that two-wheeled madness Patch got into."
Wizzer got back from his, well, wiz and with a turn of the key the old Routemaster fired up.
"Already, let's hit the road, keep calm and carry on and all of that inspirational stuff," said Smiley as the bus began the drive.
"So, ah, just curious. Do any of us actually know which way Wembley Stadium is," asked Spade.
Foody hit the brakes while Meer and Clover got out a map.
Back in the alleys the running chase suddenly came to an end at a door propped open by a worker to have a cigarette which all four dogs being persued popped inside.
"Alright split up," said Epsilon with his crew doing just that and vanishing into a crowd unnoticed.
The pups darted in behind them into the building. The smell of TurtleWax and tire shine hit all their noses instantly and by the time the pups found themselves in a brightly-lite convention center atmosphere it was clear to them where they were...the somewhat crowded London Car Exhibition they saw on the news. Everywhere sat displays of brand new cars grouped by brand. Even with all the people at the game the car show was still popular, it was somewhat helped by a giant TV screen the people at Mitsubishi had put up towering over their orange Eclispe, a red Colt and a dark blue Lancer Evo 10 on display. A crowd was gathering around the TV as the pre-game coverage was beginning, the pups knew they were running out of time and with all the scents of people and cars flooding the building they know the alien dogs would be next to impossible to track. The pups had come in right next to a booth displaying a red-and-black Bugatti Veyron and a brand-new orange-and-black Bugatti Veyron SS and were thus not noticed by any humans as they were busy gazing at the million Pound hypercars.
"What an unexpected twist," said Rolly about the car show detour. "Bummer."
"Right into a big crowd where we can't track him easily," noted Shadow.
"I wanted to see this car show but not under these circumstances," noted Patriot. "Still I wonder if the new McLaren MP4-12C is here?"
Lucky noticed a map of the show's layout on the floor, likely left by a visitor and somewhat trampled. He picked it up to find out where he is.
"Okay let's see we are between Bugatti and..."
The horseshoe-spotted dal looked over at the display opposite them with a little red SUV labelled "Daihatsu Terios" sitting front and center.
"...Daihatsu I guess. According to this map that means we are roughly at the back of the exhibit hall. We'll split into six teams of five and make our way towards the front of the show which would be the booths for it looks like Chevrolet, Toyota and Porsche."
With that the pups split up knowing that if they didn't stop Epsilon and Co. now they may not get another chance.
It's getting intense. Next time the stage is set for the big chase and Two-Tone's reflective shades get canonized so stay tuned.
(Sorry if this seems like fanservice to me because they are at a car show, I needed it for plot purposes because Chevrolet Camaros are not available to the British public until next year and even then only in really small numbers [just 100 imported for dealers a year]. I hope there is still enough going on to keep you guys entertained.)