Post by RaceFanX on Oct 31, 2010 1:32:53 GMT -5
Trick or Treat! The treat is we finally get PART 9. The trick is that the body count is going to rise in this chapter. *evil laugh*
The London Car Exhibition was a busy place. Large groups of people walked around from area to area checking out many brand new models. In the front of the show three men; one rather tall and balding, one rather short and one rather slow with odd hair looked at a bright yellow Transformers-edition 2010 Chevrolet Camaro with tinted windows. The car was roped off and sitting on a rotating platform with one door open to show the interior. Even if the Camaro wasn't coming to Britain until 2011 GM was looking to make a good impression although the men weren't impressed. One of the men mumbled something about it being "for trailer park Yanks that will murder you" and the trio walked out the door and left the show. Elsewhere a couple of teens were staring at a brand new bright blue Porsche 911 Speedster, a black 911 Turbo and a white Porsche Panamera sat behind it equally glowing. Near of a display of Aston Martins, including a silver birch Rapide, a mother in a red outfit led her young green-shirted son wearing a red baseball cap around but rather than a stroller she had him in an almost pet-like harness walking beside her.
Yes, it seemed all the humans were having a good time...but not everyone there was human. In the middle of it all a border collie pup and his group had their doggy minds set on destruction. And well behind them were a group of about 30 dalmatians still trying to figure out how to stop him before those plans came to be. Rolly sniffed the air.
"It's no use Luck," said Rolly. "With all these people even my super sniffer isn't enough to pick out the Skayninians scents."
"Darn it," replied Lucky. "They could be anywhere."
"Minus his misplaced attack on our residence Epsilon's been two steps ahead of us this whole time," noted Doc. "There's no way he's just route into this car show for that reason."
"What are you suggusting," quizzed Flo?
"Remember when he attacked in Grutley," noted Doc. "He stole that pickup truck when he left the farm to launch his attack. He's got a crew big enough crew with him to overcome his small puppy size and operate almost any of these cars, I think his goal is to steal one and head for the game."
"There's some of the fastest cars in the world under this roof," noted Sparky, glancing over at the Bugattis and beyond them to Audi's booth where a R15 Plus Le Mans race car and a Audi R8 V10 road car were displayed. "If a G-T-A really is his goal, we might not catch him."
"Check the map, what brands are closest to the front door?," asked Hesso.
"Let's see," said Clayton looking it over. "Proton, Vauxhall, Toyota, Chevrolet and Porsche."
"5-to-1 he's headed for Porsche," said Patriot. "Minus that Holden they sell here as a Vauxhall VXR8 nothing else up there fits, all the good Chevys they sell in the UK do so with Corvette branding."
"We can't take chances," said Lucky. "We'll split up, two groups of 15. Half to Porsche and the others to Vauxhall. Be stealthy, we don't want to get picked off by security or start a riot. Good luck."
The pups all went their seperate ways, with a glance over to the big screen at Mitsubishi's area showing the game they all knew they were running out of time...
At the Stadium itself the pre-game ceremonies were winding down. The game was standing room only with a massive crowd piled in. Included in it were the Dearlys, a large number of press, the new Prime Minister along with the Queen and Prince Charles. Outside the stadium in the parking lot a remote operations truck was parked for the Beeb's broadcast.
"Take camera 2 and wait on camera 3," said the director. "Alright now take 3 and wait on 7. Can I get an update on the K-K Blimp?"
"The crew had an issue with the engine sir," said a member of the TV crew. "It's burning oil and they aren't up yet, we're hoping to get it up by the second half. They've got radio issues too so the blimp crew is communicating by text message to us. I've got the traffic chopper airborne to fill in until then."
"Alright, we'll make it work," said the director. "We have to as we've got to have 'bout half the country tuned in tonight. Now take camera 7 and wait on camera 42 for a shot into the royal box."
Inside the stadium with groans from the German fans over the sterotyping and "oohs" from the Dearlys, an American star of two long cancelled but still somewhat popular TV shows wound down his singing of their national anthem.
"Blüh' im Glanze dieses Glückes, Blühe, deutsches Vaterland!," sang the American. He was somewhat hamming it up as the song finished with some black, red and gold fireworks lit off from the stadium roof as he finished.
"Let's give it up for him everyone," came a voice over the loudspeaker.
"Why does everyone think that we love that guy's singing so much," mumbled that caped German fan from earlier to his Scanadivian friend.
"And now please continue standing with your hats removed for the playing of the English national anthem. Here to lead us tonight in a playing of "God save the Queen," you took her back to the top of the pops in albums sold last year, international recording sensation Vera Lynn..."
With a friendly smile from the Queen in her open-air royal box in the stands and a slightly more forced smile from Prince Charles sitting next to her the music struck up...
"God save our gracious Queen..."
"Anyone going to tell them they ripped off the tune to 'My Country 'Tis of Thee'," joked Grandpa Dearly.
"Dad!," replied Roger slightly peeved.
Joking aside, the entire stadium was silent as the iconic singer performed her rendition of the anthem. At the very instant she finished the song the stadium was buzzed by nine red BAE Hawk T1A trainer jets, the famous Red Arrows with three each trailing red, white and blue smoke. As soon as the jets were over the tone shifted. The anthems were over and the loudspeakers began to play "Thunderstruck" by AC/DC.
"And now ladies and gentlemen, WHO'S READY FOR SOME FOOTBALL?!..."
The players were taking their positions, perhaps to add some color the English team had oddly decided to wear their red away kit while the Germans woar their white home one. A referee carried out a ball to midfield. He looked at the captains of each team who had met at midfield.
"Alright gents, shall we begin?"
With the drop of a ball, it was on.
Meanwhile back at the Dearly's rented flat the Puppy Double-Decker Bus still sat in front of the building with the other 70+ dalmatians aboard still trying to find Wembley Stadium on the map.
"Look I know it has to be right here," said Hunter in an overconfident voice. "Nobody reads a map like me."
"Yeah, most people choose to do it the right way," replied Skarloey.
"Hey what's this thing do," asked Clover pointing to a gray box on the dashboard.
Penny pressed a button on it. The screen lit up.
"Garmin GPS activated," came a voice from the box. "Please type in your destination..."
You could almost hear a literal "cha-ching" from the pups at their luck.
Back at the car show a bunch of animals were manuevering in and out of the crowd slowly making their way toward the front of the show. Somehow the pups knew Epsilon, Iota, Zeta and Omega weren't going to just run up there, something that attention grabbing wasn't his style. The dals and company were more off to either side of the show floor and largely trying to avoid being seen but trying to move fast to catch the aliens before they made an escape. At one human did spot them however thankfully no one paid attention to him
"Look Mommy, a doggy," said the green-shirted boy in the harness as he caught a glimpse of one of the dals darting along the side.
"That's nice Basil," replied his mother looking at a Alfa Romeo 159 and not really paying attention to him.
On one side was the Porsche-bound group led by Lucky. Doc had taken the lead of the other group that was headed to Vauxhall's booth.
In Lucky's group Two-Tone had started to fall slightly behind, a situation that became much worse as she slipped and fell on the slick tile floor and suddenly found herself left behind just behind a booth displaying several BMWs. But amongst a blue Z4 roadster and an icey gray M3, she noticed something. A box of super-reflective sunglasses. The Bavarian Motor Works company had issued the glasses to the crew working in the booth but there were plenty of spares. Two-Tone suddenly remembered back to Epsilon's previous attack, when she tried to stop him from making his vehicular escape last time he brainwashed her to kill Lucky and she almost had succeed. She wouldn't let that happen again. She grabbed a spare set of the shades and ran to catch up to the others. This time if Epsilon tried any of that brainwash stuff she'd bounce the beam right back at him with the glasses.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHAAAARRRROOOOO!!!!" came a scream devolving into a terrier's bark. A red Ford Transit loomed in the background but just where this event was occuring was unknown.
Sigma flipped his eyes back from green to his standard color then overlooked three tied up airedale terriers, who no doubt were not airedales a few minutes ago, as Nu gagged the last of the trio. Kappa looked on in horror, how long could he legitimately go along with this. The others were very clearly playing for keeps but he knew in his heart this was dead wrong.
"And that takes care of the TV crew for this camera," said Sigma proudly. "I love this job. It's like we get to conquer the planet all over again. This is more fun than it was on Skayninia."
"You can have your fun later Sigma," Nu said. "We still have preparations to make for when the rest of the crew gets here. Even with these mutts out of the way we've still got to switch the camera for the transmitter."
"Alright," said Sigma. "Kappa help me get the equipment from the van"
"Ah, yes sir," said Kappa timidly. Deep down the corgi knew he couldn't let them do this but he actually have the guts to try and stop them.
The pups were still rushing to the front. On the Vauxhall side, Patriot suddenly stopped when he saw the McLaren booth with a new papaya orange MP4-12C front and center. Slayer quickly gave him a small bite on the tail as a friendly reminder that the species that invented that car was still in danger and the red, white and blue pup quickly got the message to focus on the job at hand. Within minutes the pups reached the front of the building housing the car show and quickly realized they had to have beaten Epsilon there.
"Where are they?," asked Lucky on his side.
"That alien mutt has to be here somewhere," said Doc on his.
Suddenly there was a non-dalmatian bark from the Vauxhall booth, right between a red Insignia and the white VXR8. This had to be it. The dals charged onto the floor and rounded the front of the VXR8. Doc leapt before he looked and instead of catching Epsilon off guard ran right into the leg of a woman carrying a chihuahua in her purse.
"What the bloody hell," said the woman.
"We're in trouble," said Shadow all attention shifted toward the big group of dalmatians randomly on the floor of a big London car show.
The miscue caused a commotion that even the pups on the Porsche side could see.
"What just happened?," asked Cadpig.
"I heard a bark followed by a tackle," said Spot. "Maybe the others got him?"
"Somebody go check," barked Lucky. "
In the Porsche booth the car positioned closest to the door was a jet black 911 Turbo with tinted windows in the confusion the man who was sitting in had run over to check and left the drivers' door open.
Even with the dalmatians were there someone sensed the moment was right
"Alright, let's roll," came a familar voice...specifically Epsilon's. "Go for the black one."
The collie and his crew emerged from behind a curtain surrounding the Proton booth, darting by a blue Proton Savvy and making a run for the Porsche. In the chaos the pups were looking across the floor toward the Vauxhall area and not toward the Porsche one as the Skayninians made their move. There was however one exception Epsilon and his crew didn't see. Just catching up to the pack and with her new shades on was Two-Tone. And she wasn't about to let him get away.
"As practiced, Zeta take the wheel, Omega the gas and Iota you get on the dash and spot for them," said Epsilon.
"Sounds good to me," said Zeta. "Let's burn rubber."
Two-Tone noticed the others didn't realize what was going on. She had a choice, bark to let them know and catch the bad guys' attention or try and surprise them. She gambled on the latter and came running at full speed. With the first three already in the 911 Epsilon was about to hop in when suddenly a streak of white and black caught him off guard and slammed him into the side of the open car door.
THUD!
Epsilon looked up to find a very angry bitch staring him down.
"They'll be no more of this take over the world nonsense for you," growled an increasingly angry Two-Tone.
Epsilon remained calm. The other dals finally realized what was happening and started running over to help her.
"You need help boss," asked Omega?
"Nope," said Epsilon, who then proceeded to use one of his hind legs to give Two-Tone a shift kick to the underbelly. It was just enough to startle her for a moment and he used that moment to flip her off him and fire a green beam at her which ricocheted directly off her shades.
"Ha," said Two-Tone with glee. "I prepared for that this time."
"Who said I was aiming for you," said Epsilon.
"Huh?," said Two-Tone.
By the front door to the exhibition two people were exiting.
"Things are getting wierd here. Come Basil," said the woman with her child in the harness.
"Yes Mom," replied the boy.
Suddenly there was a green flash as the green beam hit the boy. The woman turned around to see her little boy had been replaced with a dachshund, disturbingly still wearing the harness and Basil's green shirt and red ball cap.
"OH MY GOD!," screamed the mother. "SOMEONE'S KIDNAPPED MY BOY. IT'S THAT CULT FROM THE NEWS!!!"
All the attention of the humans shifted from Doc and his group to the chaos by Porsche.
"HELP!," shouted the mother. "SOMEONE CALL 999!"
"Oh my gosh," said a shellshocked Two-Tone realizing that what just happened was partially her fault. "What have I done?!"
Epsilon took Two-Tone's brief moment of PTSD to jump into the car as Zeta turned the key. Epsilon slammed the door as the rear-engined sports car fired up. Epsilon shifted the car into drive and Omega slammed down the accelerator. The Porsche shot out of its booth toward the front of the building and the set of glass doors that made up the enterance.
"It's the attacker, he's getting away in that 911!," shouted a bystander.
Before security could react the black turbocharged speedster slammed directly through the doors. BANG! With shattered glass and bent metal door frames flying in every direction the Porsche went into a small drift and made a right turn onto the street. People went running after the sports car to no avail. The Dals were no longer the center of attention but they needed to act quickly or the bad guys would certainly get away.
"We've got to go after them!," shouted Lucky. "We need some wheels fast."
A quick scan of the Porsche booth revealed no open doors on any of the other cars. They've never get into any of those. Quickly their attention turned to the other booths and they very quickly found their solution.
"Lucky look!," shouted Roxy as she pointed to the 2010 Transformers-edition Camaro.
"They'll work," said Lucky.
With a rush all 15 in his group including the shellshocked Two-Tone, who threw her useless sunglasses to the side, made a beeline for the Bumblebee replica. With everyone focused on what had just went down with the Porsche no one noticed the pups were taking the Chevrolet. Tripod was the last in and slammed the door. The Camaro had a new push-button start and immediately Raiden pressed it. The Chevrolet's front-mounted V8 roared to life. As the rotating platform lined up with the front doors Marlene shifted the car into drive and Rolly mashed the gas. With Lucky on the wheel and Spot, well, spotting the yellow muscle car shoot off the platform. The pups not holding something were thrown backward by the car's quick acceleration. BANG! In a similar exit to the Porsche the Camaro crashed through the front exit and made a right turn onto the road. Rolly mashed the gas pedal straight to the firewall and the muscle car shoot down the street.
"Let's get that son of a bitch," said Patch. "I'll personally rip Epsilon's gizzard out when I catch him for this."
"Hey guys, are we forgetting something," asked Roxy.
Running out of the front of the expo, carless, were the other 15 pups led by Doc and including Owle, Clayton, Patriot, Shadow, Sparky and Slayer among others.
"Hey, wait for us!," shouted Slayer.
"I don't think they are going to wait for us Slayer," said Clayton.
"We're going need some wheels too," said Shadow.
"Well let's go back in the show and get some," said Patriot. "The McLaren MP4-12C should do fine."
"We don't have time to go back in and get a car," said Doc. "They'll be long gone by then. Basically we're screwed unless a really fast car were to just sudddenly pull up in front of us."
WE-WOO! WE-WOO!
A police car suddenly roared up in front of the pups, but this wasn't an Astra like the one earlier. This was a special police pursuit vehicle, a rally-tuned Subaru Impreza WRX with all the police trimmings including flashing blue lights and the British blue-and-yellow battenburg markings. The officer roared up right in front of them and stopped, he flew out of his car so fast he didn't even close the Subaru's door or shut off the car.
"This is Officer Bobby Rozzer," said the cop into his radio as he ran inside. "Responding to missing child 999 call, I'll search the premise and console the grieving mother."
The pups all had a look of "is this really happening" on their face. In an instant they were all in the police Impreza WRX and in a rush of acceleration and tire smoke they too had joined the chase.
999 is the British equilivant of 911 in the USA. Alright tidbits aside it's FINALLY time to rock'n roll.
What do I call 10 totally wrecked cars? A GOOD START!!! Next time it's the car chase. Buckle up, it's going to be a real wide ride!
The London Car Exhibition was a busy place. Large groups of people walked around from area to area checking out many brand new models. In the front of the show three men; one rather tall and balding, one rather short and one rather slow with odd hair looked at a bright yellow Transformers-edition 2010 Chevrolet Camaro with tinted windows. The car was roped off and sitting on a rotating platform with one door open to show the interior. Even if the Camaro wasn't coming to Britain until 2011 GM was looking to make a good impression although the men weren't impressed. One of the men mumbled something about it being "for trailer park Yanks that will murder you" and the trio walked out the door and left the show. Elsewhere a couple of teens were staring at a brand new bright blue Porsche 911 Speedster, a black 911 Turbo and a white Porsche Panamera sat behind it equally glowing. Near of a display of Aston Martins, including a silver birch Rapide, a mother in a red outfit led her young green-shirted son wearing a red baseball cap around but rather than a stroller she had him in an almost pet-like harness walking beside her.
Yes, it seemed all the humans were having a good time...but not everyone there was human. In the middle of it all a border collie pup and his group had their doggy minds set on destruction. And well behind them were a group of about 30 dalmatians still trying to figure out how to stop him before those plans came to be. Rolly sniffed the air.
"It's no use Luck," said Rolly. "With all these people even my super sniffer isn't enough to pick out the Skayninians scents."
"Darn it," replied Lucky. "They could be anywhere."
"Minus his misplaced attack on our residence Epsilon's been two steps ahead of us this whole time," noted Doc. "There's no way he's just route into this car show for that reason."
"What are you suggusting," quizzed Flo?
"Remember when he attacked in Grutley," noted Doc. "He stole that pickup truck when he left the farm to launch his attack. He's got a crew big enough crew with him to overcome his small puppy size and operate almost any of these cars, I think his goal is to steal one and head for the game."
"There's some of the fastest cars in the world under this roof," noted Sparky, glancing over at the Bugattis and beyond them to Audi's booth where a R15 Plus Le Mans race car and a Audi R8 V10 road car were displayed. "If a G-T-A really is his goal, we might not catch him."
"Check the map, what brands are closest to the front door?," asked Hesso.
"Let's see," said Clayton looking it over. "Proton, Vauxhall, Toyota, Chevrolet and Porsche."
"5-to-1 he's headed for Porsche," said Patriot. "Minus that Holden they sell here as a Vauxhall VXR8 nothing else up there fits, all the good Chevys they sell in the UK do so with Corvette branding."
"We can't take chances," said Lucky. "We'll split up, two groups of 15. Half to Porsche and the others to Vauxhall. Be stealthy, we don't want to get picked off by security or start a riot. Good luck."
The pups all went their seperate ways, with a glance over to the big screen at Mitsubishi's area showing the game they all knew they were running out of time...
At the Stadium itself the pre-game ceremonies were winding down. The game was standing room only with a massive crowd piled in. Included in it were the Dearlys, a large number of press, the new Prime Minister along with the Queen and Prince Charles. Outside the stadium in the parking lot a remote operations truck was parked for the Beeb's broadcast.
"Take camera 2 and wait on camera 3," said the director. "Alright now take 3 and wait on 7. Can I get an update on the K-K Blimp?"
"The crew had an issue with the engine sir," said a member of the TV crew. "It's burning oil and they aren't up yet, we're hoping to get it up by the second half. They've got radio issues too so the blimp crew is communicating by text message to us. I've got the traffic chopper airborne to fill in until then."
"Alright, we'll make it work," said the director. "We have to as we've got to have 'bout half the country tuned in tonight. Now take camera 7 and wait on camera 42 for a shot into the royal box."
Inside the stadium with groans from the German fans over the sterotyping and "oohs" from the Dearlys, an American star of two long cancelled but still somewhat popular TV shows wound down his singing of their national anthem.
"Blüh' im Glanze dieses Glückes, Blühe, deutsches Vaterland!," sang the American. He was somewhat hamming it up as the song finished with some black, red and gold fireworks lit off from the stadium roof as he finished.
"Let's give it up for him everyone," came a voice over the loudspeaker.
"Why does everyone think that we love that guy's singing so much," mumbled that caped German fan from earlier to his Scanadivian friend.
"And now please continue standing with your hats removed for the playing of the English national anthem. Here to lead us tonight in a playing of "God save the Queen," you took her back to the top of the pops in albums sold last year, international recording sensation Vera Lynn..."
With a friendly smile from the Queen in her open-air royal box in the stands and a slightly more forced smile from Prince Charles sitting next to her the music struck up...
"God save our gracious Queen..."
"Anyone going to tell them they ripped off the tune to 'My Country 'Tis of Thee'," joked Grandpa Dearly.
"Dad!," replied Roger slightly peeved.
Joking aside, the entire stadium was silent as the iconic singer performed her rendition of the anthem. At the very instant she finished the song the stadium was buzzed by nine red BAE Hawk T1A trainer jets, the famous Red Arrows with three each trailing red, white and blue smoke. As soon as the jets were over the tone shifted. The anthems were over and the loudspeakers began to play "Thunderstruck" by AC/DC.
"And now ladies and gentlemen, WHO'S READY FOR SOME FOOTBALL?!..."
The players were taking their positions, perhaps to add some color the English team had oddly decided to wear their red away kit while the Germans woar their white home one. A referee carried out a ball to midfield. He looked at the captains of each team who had met at midfield.
"Alright gents, shall we begin?"
With the drop of a ball, it was on.
Meanwhile back at the Dearly's rented flat the Puppy Double-Decker Bus still sat in front of the building with the other 70+ dalmatians aboard still trying to find Wembley Stadium on the map.
"Look I know it has to be right here," said Hunter in an overconfident voice. "Nobody reads a map like me."
"Yeah, most people choose to do it the right way," replied Skarloey.
"Hey what's this thing do," asked Clover pointing to a gray box on the dashboard.
Penny pressed a button on it. The screen lit up.
"Garmin GPS activated," came a voice from the box. "Please type in your destination..."
You could almost hear a literal "cha-ching" from the pups at their luck.
Back at the car show a bunch of animals were manuevering in and out of the crowd slowly making their way toward the front of the show. Somehow the pups knew Epsilon, Iota, Zeta and Omega weren't going to just run up there, something that attention grabbing wasn't his style. The dals and company were more off to either side of the show floor and largely trying to avoid being seen but trying to move fast to catch the aliens before they made an escape. At one human did spot them however thankfully no one paid attention to him
"Look Mommy, a doggy," said the green-shirted boy in the harness as he caught a glimpse of one of the dals darting along the side.
"That's nice Basil," replied his mother looking at a Alfa Romeo 159 and not really paying attention to him.
On one side was the Porsche-bound group led by Lucky. Doc had taken the lead of the other group that was headed to Vauxhall's booth.
In Lucky's group Two-Tone had started to fall slightly behind, a situation that became much worse as she slipped and fell on the slick tile floor and suddenly found herself left behind just behind a booth displaying several BMWs. But amongst a blue Z4 roadster and an icey gray M3, she noticed something. A box of super-reflective sunglasses. The Bavarian Motor Works company had issued the glasses to the crew working in the booth but there were plenty of spares. Two-Tone suddenly remembered back to Epsilon's previous attack, when she tried to stop him from making his vehicular escape last time he brainwashed her to kill Lucky and she almost had succeed. She wouldn't let that happen again. She grabbed a spare set of the shades and ran to catch up to the others. This time if Epsilon tried any of that brainwash stuff she'd bounce the beam right back at him with the glasses.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHAAAARRRROOOOO!!!!" came a scream devolving into a terrier's bark. A red Ford Transit loomed in the background but just where this event was occuring was unknown.
Sigma flipped his eyes back from green to his standard color then overlooked three tied up airedale terriers, who no doubt were not airedales a few minutes ago, as Nu gagged the last of the trio. Kappa looked on in horror, how long could he legitimately go along with this. The others were very clearly playing for keeps but he knew in his heart this was dead wrong.
"And that takes care of the TV crew for this camera," said Sigma proudly. "I love this job. It's like we get to conquer the planet all over again. This is more fun than it was on Skayninia."
"You can have your fun later Sigma," Nu said. "We still have preparations to make for when the rest of the crew gets here. Even with these mutts out of the way we've still got to switch the camera for the transmitter."
"Alright," said Sigma. "Kappa help me get the equipment from the van"
"Ah, yes sir," said Kappa timidly. Deep down the corgi knew he couldn't let them do this but he actually have the guts to try and stop them.
The pups were still rushing to the front. On the Vauxhall side, Patriot suddenly stopped when he saw the McLaren booth with a new papaya orange MP4-12C front and center. Slayer quickly gave him a small bite on the tail as a friendly reminder that the species that invented that car was still in danger and the red, white and blue pup quickly got the message to focus on the job at hand. Within minutes the pups reached the front of the building housing the car show and quickly realized they had to have beaten Epsilon there.
"Where are they?," asked Lucky on his side.
"That alien mutt has to be here somewhere," said Doc on his.
Suddenly there was a non-dalmatian bark from the Vauxhall booth, right between a red Insignia and the white VXR8. This had to be it. The dals charged onto the floor and rounded the front of the VXR8. Doc leapt before he looked and instead of catching Epsilon off guard ran right into the leg of a woman carrying a chihuahua in her purse.
"What the bloody hell," said the woman.
"We're in trouble," said Shadow all attention shifted toward the big group of dalmatians randomly on the floor of a big London car show.
The miscue caused a commotion that even the pups on the Porsche side could see.
"What just happened?," asked Cadpig.
"I heard a bark followed by a tackle," said Spot. "Maybe the others got him?"
"Somebody go check," barked Lucky. "
In the Porsche booth the car positioned closest to the door was a jet black 911 Turbo with tinted windows in the confusion the man who was sitting in had run over to check and left the drivers' door open.
Even with the dalmatians were there someone sensed the moment was right
"Alright, let's roll," came a familar voice...specifically Epsilon's. "Go for the black one."
The collie and his crew emerged from behind a curtain surrounding the Proton booth, darting by a blue Proton Savvy and making a run for the Porsche. In the chaos the pups were looking across the floor toward the Vauxhall area and not toward the Porsche one as the Skayninians made their move. There was however one exception Epsilon and his crew didn't see. Just catching up to the pack and with her new shades on was Two-Tone. And she wasn't about to let him get away.
"As practiced, Zeta take the wheel, Omega the gas and Iota you get on the dash and spot for them," said Epsilon.
"Sounds good to me," said Zeta. "Let's burn rubber."
Two-Tone noticed the others didn't realize what was going on. She had a choice, bark to let them know and catch the bad guys' attention or try and surprise them. She gambled on the latter and came running at full speed. With the first three already in the 911 Epsilon was about to hop in when suddenly a streak of white and black caught him off guard and slammed him into the side of the open car door.
THUD!
Epsilon looked up to find a very angry bitch staring him down.
"They'll be no more of this take over the world nonsense for you," growled an increasingly angry Two-Tone.
Epsilon remained calm. The other dals finally realized what was happening and started running over to help her.
"You need help boss," asked Omega?
"Nope," said Epsilon, who then proceeded to use one of his hind legs to give Two-Tone a shift kick to the underbelly. It was just enough to startle her for a moment and he used that moment to flip her off him and fire a green beam at her which ricocheted directly off her shades.
"Ha," said Two-Tone with glee. "I prepared for that this time."
"Who said I was aiming for you," said Epsilon.
"Huh?," said Two-Tone.
By the front door to the exhibition two people were exiting.
"Things are getting wierd here. Come Basil," said the woman with her child in the harness.
"Yes Mom," replied the boy.
Suddenly there was a green flash as the green beam hit the boy. The woman turned around to see her little boy had been replaced with a dachshund, disturbingly still wearing the harness and Basil's green shirt and red ball cap.
"OH MY GOD!," screamed the mother. "SOMEONE'S KIDNAPPED MY BOY. IT'S THAT CULT FROM THE NEWS!!!"
All the attention of the humans shifted from Doc and his group to the chaos by Porsche.
"HELP!," shouted the mother. "SOMEONE CALL 999!"
"Oh my gosh," said a shellshocked Two-Tone realizing that what just happened was partially her fault. "What have I done?!"
Epsilon took Two-Tone's brief moment of PTSD to jump into the car as Zeta turned the key. Epsilon slammed the door as the rear-engined sports car fired up. Epsilon shifted the car into drive and Omega slammed down the accelerator. The Porsche shot out of its booth toward the front of the building and the set of glass doors that made up the enterance.
"It's the attacker, he's getting away in that 911!," shouted a bystander.
Before security could react the black turbocharged speedster slammed directly through the doors. BANG! With shattered glass and bent metal door frames flying in every direction the Porsche went into a small drift and made a right turn onto the street. People went running after the sports car to no avail. The Dals were no longer the center of attention but they needed to act quickly or the bad guys would certainly get away.
"We've got to go after them!," shouted Lucky. "We need some wheels fast."
A quick scan of the Porsche booth revealed no open doors on any of the other cars. They've never get into any of those. Quickly their attention turned to the other booths and they very quickly found their solution.
"Lucky look!," shouted Roxy as she pointed to the 2010 Transformers-edition Camaro.
"They'll work," said Lucky.
With a rush all 15 in his group including the shellshocked Two-Tone, who threw her useless sunglasses to the side, made a beeline for the Bumblebee replica. With everyone focused on what had just went down with the Porsche no one noticed the pups were taking the Chevrolet. Tripod was the last in and slammed the door. The Camaro had a new push-button start and immediately Raiden pressed it. The Chevrolet's front-mounted V8 roared to life. As the rotating platform lined up with the front doors Marlene shifted the car into drive and Rolly mashed the gas. With Lucky on the wheel and Spot, well, spotting the yellow muscle car shoot off the platform. The pups not holding something were thrown backward by the car's quick acceleration. BANG! In a similar exit to the Porsche the Camaro crashed through the front exit and made a right turn onto the road. Rolly mashed the gas pedal straight to the firewall and the muscle car shoot down the street.
"Let's get that son of a bitch," said Patch. "I'll personally rip Epsilon's gizzard out when I catch him for this."
"Hey guys, are we forgetting something," asked Roxy.
Running out of the front of the expo, carless, were the other 15 pups led by Doc and including Owle, Clayton, Patriot, Shadow, Sparky and Slayer among others.
"Hey, wait for us!," shouted Slayer.
"I don't think they are going to wait for us Slayer," said Clayton.
"We're going need some wheels too," said Shadow.
"Well let's go back in the show and get some," said Patriot. "The McLaren MP4-12C should do fine."
"We don't have time to go back in and get a car," said Doc. "They'll be long gone by then. Basically we're screwed unless a really fast car were to just sudddenly pull up in front of us."
WE-WOO! WE-WOO!
A police car suddenly roared up in front of the pups, but this wasn't an Astra like the one earlier. This was a special police pursuit vehicle, a rally-tuned Subaru Impreza WRX with all the police trimmings including flashing blue lights and the British blue-and-yellow battenburg markings. The officer roared up right in front of them and stopped, he flew out of his car so fast he didn't even close the Subaru's door or shut off the car.
"This is Officer Bobby Rozzer," said the cop into his radio as he ran inside. "Responding to missing child 999 call, I'll search the premise and console the grieving mother."
The pups all had a look of "is this really happening" on their face. In an instant they were all in the police Impreza WRX and in a rush of acceleration and tire smoke they too had joined the chase.
999 is the British equilivant of 911 in the USA. Alright tidbits aside it's FINALLY time to rock'n roll.
What do I call 10 totally wrecked cars? A GOOD START!!! Next time it's the car chase. Buckle up, it's going to be a real wide ride!