Post by babclayman on Nov 12, 2010 5:46:47 GMT -5
Hey Pups! =3
After Two Months, I been able to type up the next Chapter to "Markings Of A Menace". X3
I also got part of Chapter 4 written as well, Just need to type that. =3
I really need to cure this Writers Block I have. o.o
Still, I hope you Pups like the Chapter. *Hugs* X3
Enjoy. ;D
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Mooch continued to lead the large mob of Dalmatian Pups, to which were pressuring close behind, in towards the darker regions of the Forest close to the Dearly Farm. His nose pressed firm to the ground which became more and more damp, as they came even closer to the areas of Hiccup Hole. Next to the Mongrel was Rolly, another Dalmatian only on such a plump size, sniffing about as Second Opinion, since Mooch wasn’t one to be trusted based on past Bullying experiences.
Lucky, the leading Dalmatian Pup queried to Rolly as soil turned to dirt “How’s the Scent, Rolly?”
“Oh, So far Mooch seems to be giving a straight trail.” Rolly responded up “I can definitely smell an alien scent within this area.”
“That’s surprising, coming from Mooch...” Cadpig (Possibly the smallest Dalmatian there) stared; she was however cut by Belchic, a Pup whom bared some similarities to Rolly’s build, except his Ears & Collar.
“Well, The Jerk’s probably just luring us into a false sense of security before he leads and shoves us to a Mud Pile!”
Mooch stared up to this “You know, That type of distrust you seem to show me, does come as offensive. You want to learn who has been taking messes on your space or not?”
As an argument between Belchic & Mooch began, Clayton, Kendra, Nuke & Hesso eyed to Kit. It is common that a majority of Pups on the Dearly Farm do have a special talent which can make you recognise them in a Puppy Bundle, Some cases being are like, Rolly with his appetite or special sense of smell, Nuke with his special Pouncing, Hesso is quite known to be a Pup capable of Climbing Trees along with the Special fact of him claiming to be from the 17th Century.
With Kit, he is known to be a Gypsy and is known as quite a Dancing Pup, but another special element to his personality, is that he’s analytic to many Pups emotions, coming to use where he can tell if they’re lying or not.
Clayton spoke as they watched the argument “You think we should follow more?”
Kit wiggled his muzzle a bit and grabbed his Ring, of his right ear, in his mouth and with some more pauses, filled only when Nemo had began joining in the fight in Mooch’s defence, Kit nodded “The Mooch does show the state of real insult...And he seems fully confident about the smells.”
“Yeah...” Hesso spoke, not having said much before “He seems to be determined to keep his nose to the floor. If he was bluffing, why would he act like that? It does show when you make bad parody...”
“Besides, why risk the Rawr Curse from me?” Nuke smirked deviously towards the comment “Unless you’re a Girl Pup in heat...You probably don’t need some Radiation...”
“Either way, it’s enough to get any to crack...” Kendra griped to Nuke’s comment.
A few comments back and forth, along with some intervenes of fights later. Lucky & Cadpig were able to get the group of Pups to continue.
They continued past the normal diving Tree Branch of Hiccup Hole, while other Dalmatians of the Farm played in amongst the water, much to the annoyance of a Goose watching close by. They all seemed too into their water games, than they did with a group of investigating Pups, all except, of course, another Dalmatian sitting on the Banks.
Another Male Dalmatian, like a majority within the group in pursuit, however seemed to snooze within the shade, produced under the branch of the diving branch. Their Spot pattern did spread quite a bit around their body, however each individual spot seem to take shape to a stereotypical five pointed star. What makes him stand out most however, is the long Black Cape which was tied, with a Blue “S” Clip, around his Collar.
As the group of Pups elapsed, this Caped Dalmatian seems to open one of his eyes from his doze. As he stretches his Paws out, he noticed the Red Collared Pup he knew as Clayton. He called up: “Hey! Clayton!”
Clayton made a pause at this and took a glance to where the sound seems to come from “Oh, Hey Shadow…” Clayton nodded “You feeling okay?”
“Er, Yeah. I’m okay.” Shadow yawned still in his Doze “What’s going on here?”
“It depends…” Clayton responded “Have any of your marks been…remarked lately?”
“What sort of question is that?” Shadow gawked with the great essence of puzzlement “Though…That you mention it, my mark by Bookshelf in the Barn has recently got this Nice smell to it…”
“Nice!?” Clayton stared, in as much puzzlement as Shadow did, and not only on how Shadow marks in the Barn but Shrugged to this “So, Want to come with?”
Before Clayton knew it, Shadow had gotten up against his Pup Muzzle with an angered, yet stern, expression “Hey! Don’t shrug me!” Shadow seem to say “You always smile and nod when you want to do something with Kit or Hesso, but shrug to me!?”
Clayton however paused with a long dumbfounded gap, whilst he didn’t say this to Shadow, Clayton was mainly okay with Kit & Hesso because he known them longer along with them being Brothers to him, Clayton however then spoke up vocally back to Shadow “Hey! I didn’t mean any offence, honest!” Clayton gulped “There are far worse things I could do to make offence towards you...” Clayton’s breath continued to feel heavy as Shadow continued to stare irately to him “I never did say, you couldn’t come along...Like I said, you’re welcome to come with us...”
And on the Bat, Shadow instantly snapped back to a cheerful tail wagging Puppy beat “Alright! Let’s check it out!”
As Shadow ran to follow the Sniffing Pup crowd, to which had gotten quite a distance from Clayton & Shadow, Clayton himself seem to question in his mind on what Shadow said.
“A nice Smell?” The continuous thought in Clayton’s mind “What smells so nice about some Pup that has invaded your mark?”
Clayton himself still thought about this as he caught up and the group of Pups eventually stumbled upon a path that didn’t link to any Hiccup Hole track, they had been on before. However, what made it more challenging to them, this track broke up into four separate routes...
“Alright, Moochie Choochie!” Cadpig spoke up disdainfully to the Grey Mongrel “Which route do you say we take?”
Mooch was sniffing more and more, examining each path there was, he then eyed up and stared the central right path “Well, it seems that the scent marks in that direction...” he soon answered Cadpig’s question.
Rolly however, was on to counter “Whoa! Hold on here, Mooch! There’s more of an alien scent heading to the far left route! I can smell it!”
“I knew it!” Belchic seem to snap at this “That jerk is leading us into a trap and is going to dunk us in some Goose droppings or something!”
“Hey! Don’t get this rant up again!” Nemo shouted in defence.
Clayton, Kendra, Hesso, Lucky and a Majority of other Pups, groaned at the feeling of witnessing all this before, except for Shadow.
“Can we try to be more focused on the Scent point!?” Clayton snapped up in irritancy at this.
“Just saying that Rolly could be picking up any Forest Animal scent...” Nemo looked to Clayton “Like Rabbits or Birds...”
“I will admit...” Kendra intervened “We are possibly close to wolf territory too...”
“Standing here isn’t going to make us discover that any quicker though!” Clayton sighed. Shadow slightly affronted by this.
Lucky however took lime light as he usually did: “We’ll divide into four groups then...” he said “Rolly, You take the route which you smell, Cadpig, take any of the other two, I’ll follow Turkey Lips!” Lucky stared to Mooch once more.
“And the other route?” Hesso pawed eyeing the forth route which felt so familiar to him.
“Well, you take that one then...” Lucky answered “The rest of you, follow which ever Pup you think is right...”
Hesso gulped to this, like mentioned, the route he was now assigned to was familiar to him, in fact it is one of the oldest thing he is familiar with, for that path lead to the Swamps.
He didn’t really have much good thoughts when it came to thinking of the Swamps, as much as he can think of, it had a Rat and a HUGE alligator which would drop you on your head. He however, did as told and began to ease into it.
“You think we should look after him in there?” Shadow asked to Nemo.
“Might as well...” Nemo shrugged “You need someone to muscle for you in there...”
Nemo then smirked and lead Shadow in following Hesso in the Swamps.
Cadpig took off into the Central Left, with Belchic & Joey in pursuit.
Rolly himself still followed his nose, and continued to follow his path, Kendra herself followed since it is common fact that in ‘Bark Brigade’ Rolly’s nose actually outranks the body on it, so that’s got to count for something.
Nuke followed this path as well, due to some connections between him and Rolly, along with the opportunity to ‘Rawr’ Kendra.
Clayton watched as Lucky followed Mooch up their aligned track, he glanced back to this side where Kit still stood, his ear seeming to be tugged into his muzzle as the smaller Pup chewed on his ear ring in ponder. His eyes seem distant, as if he was staring at something all the way in Croatia.
“You okay, Kit?” Clayton asked, sometimes cautious on Kit’s distant feel “Which route do you think we take?”
Kit looked up to Clayton and nodded “I think we follow The Mooch…”
“You sure?” Clayton asked, already beginning to follow Kit suggestion (since he has faith in Kit) “What makes you feel it’s right…”
Kit shrugged his shoulders and gave An “Ain’t-It-Obvious?” look.
“I see…” Clayton slowly nodded, him not really being a Dalmatian whom wouldn’t believe what his friends think and continue to follow the crowd.
Meanwhile, Close into the depths of the Swamps, where the marsh waters began to pile up with trash, Hesso, Nemo & Shadow followed their path till they reached the peak of it where the trash piled like a mountain around a Washing Machine.
On top of it, was a dark grey rat. While the feeling of non-trust just filled the air in this Rat’s presence, Hesso eyed with more concern to it.
He knew this Rat was known literally as ‘Swamp Rat’, One of the first creatures he met around the Dearly Farm area, that is of course, before Clayton & Nuke found him. Their meeting wasn’t that of a calm manner, it was that of Advantage of confusion. Hesso had come to the Swamps when his Memory was first absent, and then after being unable to pay for the help, was automatically dropped on the head making his case even worse.
The Swamp Rat was currently standing beside a pile of large Silver Dollars, examining each one with a magnifying eye piece, he seemed to hum a pioneer tune to himself, barely noticing the Pups there,.
“YO!” Nemo eventually spoke up to get attention.
The Rat instantly moved the piece from his eye and noticed the trio of Dalmatians looking up at him.
“Well, Howdy, Howdy, How!” He announced in a Texan like voice and leapt down, standing in front of the Pups “What can I do you for? You here for a Trade? That Cap of yours Missy and that Towel across your Back, Star Spots would be fine Price options…”
Nemo & Shadow growled at this “No way, Am I selling my Cape!” Shadow snapped.
“Nor my cap!” Nemo concurred “Unless you like to be on the menu for tonight’s Kibble Second, wonder if the other Pups like, Ratatouille!?”
Hesso himself kept his voice down, hoping that Swamp Rat wouldn’t recognise him and push him more for the Head Tablets.
Nemo continued: “Listen, Rat! We’re on the Trail of someone…” She paused and groaned not believing she was saying this “Marking over our …regions…”
Shadow then took role of Exposition as Nemo groaned more: “We just want to know if you got any information on this…”
“Well…” Swamp Rat smirked, tugging on his fur like a jacket “How in-ter-esting…I suppose I may have a bit of information somewhere. Course, it’s going to cost ya.”
“Just give us the Info and we’ll see what we can give…” Nemo spoke more.
“Very well then.” The Swamp Rat looked back to the washer and yelled up “HEY! WALKER! Customers to serve!”
Out from the Spin Washer came another Dalmatian (Well, the Dearly Farm is a land of over Twenty Aches meant for them…) while he wore a Red Collar, like a majority of male pups, tucked up along his body was a brown leather jacket, almost looking as something in them was weighing them down.
Hesso of course, knew this Dalmatian, possibly his one good thought when it came to Swamp Rat related business; Hesso raised his paw in a sort of wave to the Pup.
Walker however instantly opened his jacket and showed many items, which would explain the weighing down), as he explained what they were, he spoke in a London thingyney Accent.
“Alright, Lady & Gents, we got a fine selection of goods today from Old Alarm Clocks to RC Cars (New Batteries, Wheels & Wires require) and all the way to MP3 Players, guarantee not to break…” he tapped it against the metal frame of the Washer to prove his case…It broke…
“And here we got a lovely range of Squeakers for either Twenty Pieces of Kibble or Ten of the Human Silver Dollars!”
“But the Dearlys get those for us for only $3 in the shops…” Hesso spoke up, feeling more comfortable with Walker.
He was quickly countered with “Ah, But us Dalmatian Pups aren’t able to choose and buy them ourselves from the stores, are we?”
Nemo rolled her eyes more “Look! Are we going to be given our information, or are we just going to get more Product Placement?”
“Ah, Right!” Swamp Rat clicked his paw “Say, Walker, who was that customer who gave you those Silver Dollars here?”
“Ah...” Walker began recollecting “Well, I was walking by that Wishing Well, You know the close to the Water Tower and I happen to come across this gang, mainly made up of us Dalmatians, minus the leader and they wanted some of those Kibble in a Can along with one wanting some sort of balloons, of course difficult to get Paw on though, I know Swamps here has some...”
“Get to the point of the Gang!” Nemo stared in indifference to Walker.
“Ah! Well, When I gave them the items, They ran into the trail close to where Swamps becomes Lake...” Walker then eyed Nemo “In fact, one of them bared close resemblance to you...”
Whilst Nemo & Shadow stared puzzled at this, Hesso’s face lit up: “The Wishing Well!” he exclaimed “That’s where Nuke claims his spot was marked!”
His excitement was cut when Swamp Rat noticed him: “Say, don’t I know you from somewhere?”
Hesso lowered his tone “Errr...No...”
“Any how, it’s time to settle up...” Swamp said as he began approaching Nemo and began tugging upon her beanie.
“HEY HEY HEY!” Nemo screamed, grasping her cap tight “WHAT YOU DOING!”
“You said you pay any way you can...” Swamp Rat responded “So, I’ll take it from this Cap and that Star Puppy’s Cape...”
Nemo continued to scream at this, Shadow and even Hesso growled.
“Oh no you don’t!” Shadow yelled as the next thing, Swamp Rat saw was two Dalmatians charging towards him before their heads collided into him.
This force flung the Swamp Rat over the many pieces of junk around his establishment and into the Swamp Waters/
“Head Punch Me, Will Ya!?” Swamp Rat yelled as he stuck his head from the Marshy Waters “STEVEN!”
As soon as Hesso heard this name, he called, a bit quiet but hear able to Nemo & Shadow: “We should most probably run...” before he did what he just said.
The Remaining Dalmatians present stared to each other, before the beams of sun, coming in from the Swamps Claw like Tree Branches above were blocked out, They then stared up to a rather large figure above them.
This figure, was that of a rather large Alligator, its many teeth, sharp and hostile, enough to seem to pierce through an entire tree branch, whilst around it’s scaly neck was that of a Mauve Irish lead scarf with such murk quality as though it been hanging in the Swamps for quite a while.
As both Dalmatians gulped, Shadow looked to the smaller Pup beside him: “What we going to do, Nemo?” he asked.
Nemo glanced back and forth between Shadow & Steven and responded with: “You follow with Hesso...I can take this guy!”
Shadow did as he was told and ran after Hesso into a clearer region of the Swamps.
Nemo then put on a fighting pose, as she spoke upwards to Steven “Alright Gator! Bring it!”
Steven however, rebuff by this, simply leaned down and opened up his large jaw to Nemo, releasing one of the loudest roars in which the Pup had heard with the breath giving the feeling as though she was in a wind tunnel.
Nemo paused as Steven hushed, there was a long pause.
Outside of the Swamp Waters, Hesso & Shadow waited from a log awaiting Nemo to emerge, standing triumphant...instead, though they did see Nemo, instead of a shine of victory glowing from her, was that of a White blur zooming straight past them.
“CHANGE OF PLAN!” The blur seem to say in Nemo’s voice “LEG IT!”
Hesso & Shadow made a glance of bewilderment about this, but as the echo of Steven’s Roars continued to reign through the Swamps, the Other two Dalmatians, ran as well, following Nemo to catch up with the other Dalmatians, to see if they had any luck on this case...
To Be Continued...
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Clayton, Kendra & Walker (C) Me (Babclayman) X3
Kit (C) Kit
Hesso (C) Hesso
Nuke (C) Nuke
Lucky, Rolly, Cadpig (C) Dodie Smith
Mooch, Swamp Rat & Steven (C) Disney
Belchic & Joey (C) Belchic
Nemo (C) Nemo
Shadow (C) Shadow
Others Mentioned (C) Their Respected Owners
I got some of Chapter 4, written in Draft already, I may need to type it up soon. X3
I hope you like this Chapter and I'll see what I can post on Chapter 3, soon. X3[/i]
After Two Months, I been able to type up the next Chapter to "Markings Of A Menace". X3
I also got part of Chapter 4 written as well, Just need to type that. =3
I really need to cure this Writers Block I have. o.o
Still, I hope you Pups like the Chapter. *Hugs* X3
Enjoy. ;D
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Mooch continued to lead the large mob of Dalmatian Pups, to which were pressuring close behind, in towards the darker regions of the Forest close to the Dearly Farm. His nose pressed firm to the ground which became more and more damp, as they came even closer to the areas of Hiccup Hole. Next to the Mongrel was Rolly, another Dalmatian only on such a plump size, sniffing about as Second Opinion, since Mooch wasn’t one to be trusted based on past Bullying experiences.
Lucky, the leading Dalmatian Pup queried to Rolly as soil turned to dirt “How’s the Scent, Rolly?”
“Oh, So far Mooch seems to be giving a straight trail.” Rolly responded up “I can definitely smell an alien scent within this area.”
“That’s surprising, coming from Mooch...” Cadpig (Possibly the smallest Dalmatian there) stared; she was however cut by Belchic, a Pup whom bared some similarities to Rolly’s build, except his Ears & Collar.
“Well, The Jerk’s probably just luring us into a false sense of security before he leads and shoves us to a Mud Pile!”
Mooch stared up to this “You know, That type of distrust you seem to show me, does come as offensive. You want to learn who has been taking messes on your space or not?”
As an argument between Belchic & Mooch began, Clayton, Kendra, Nuke & Hesso eyed to Kit. It is common that a majority of Pups on the Dearly Farm do have a special talent which can make you recognise them in a Puppy Bundle, Some cases being are like, Rolly with his appetite or special sense of smell, Nuke with his special Pouncing, Hesso is quite known to be a Pup capable of Climbing Trees along with the Special fact of him claiming to be from the 17th Century.
With Kit, he is known to be a Gypsy and is known as quite a Dancing Pup, but another special element to his personality, is that he’s analytic to many Pups emotions, coming to use where he can tell if they’re lying or not.
Clayton spoke as they watched the argument “You think we should follow more?”
Kit wiggled his muzzle a bit and grabbed his Ring, of his right ear, in his mouth and with some more pauses, filled only when Nemo had began joining in the fight in Mooch’s defence, Kit nodded “The Mooch does show the state of real insult...And he seems fully confident about the smells.”
“Yeah...” Hesso spoke, not having said much before “He seems to be determined to keep his nose to the floor. If he was bluffing, why would he act like that? It does show when you make bad parody...”
“Besides, why risk the Rawr Curse from me?” Nuke smirked deviously towards the comment “Unless you’re a Girl Pup in heat...You probably don’t need some Radiation...”
“Either way, it’s enough to get any to crack...” Kendra griped to Nuke’s comment.
A few comments back and forth, along with some intervenes of fights later. Lucky & Cadpig were able to get the group of Pups to continue.
They continued past the normal diving Tree Branch of Hiccup Hole, while other Dalmatians of the Farm played in amongst the water, much to the annoyance of a Goose watching close by. They all seemed too into their water games, than they did with a group of investigating Pups, all except, of course, another Dalmatian sitting on the Banks.
Another Male Dalmatian, like a majority within the group in pursuit, however seemed to snooze within the shade, produced under the branch of the diving branch. Their Spot pattern did spread quite a bit around their body, however each individual spot seem to take shape to a stereotypical five pointed star. What makes him stand out most however, is the long Black Cape which was tied, with a Blue “S” Clip, around his Collar.
As the group of Pups elapsed, this Caped Dalmatian seems to open one of his eyes from his doze. As he stretches his Paws out, he noticed the Red Collared Pup he knew as Clayton. He called up: “Hey! Clayton!”
Clayton made a pause at this and took a glance to where the sound seems to come from “Oh, Hey Shadow…” Clayton nodded “You feeling okay?”
“Er, Yeah. I’m okay.” Shadow yawned still in his Doze “What’s going on here?”
“It depends…” Clayton responded “Have any of your marks been…remarked lately?”
“What sort of question is that?” Shadow gawked with the great essence of puzzlement “Though…That you mention it, my mark by Bookshelf in the Barn has recently got this Nice smell to it…”
“Nice!?” Clayton stared, in as much puzzlement as Shadow did, and not only on how Shadow marks in the Barn but Shrugged to this “So, Want to come with?”
Before Clayton knew it, Shadow had gotten up against his Pup Muzzle with an angered, yet stern, expression “Hey! Don’t shrug me!” Shadow seem to say “You always smile and nod when you want to do something with Kit or Hesso, but shrug to me!?”
Clayton however paused with a long dumbfounded gap, whilst he didn’t say this to Shadow, Clayton was mainly okay with Kit & Hesso because he known them longer along with them being Brothers to him, Clayton however then spoke up vocally back to Shadow “Hey! I didn’t mean any offence, honest!” Clayton gulped “There are far worse things I could do to make offence towards you...” Clayton’s breath continued to feel heavy as Shadow continued to stare irately to him “I never did say, you couldn’t come along...Like I said, you’re welcome to come with us...”
And on the Bat, Shadow instantly snapped back to a cheerful tail wagging Puppy beat “Alright! Let’s check it out!”
As Shadow ran to follow the Sniffing Pup crowd, to which had gotten quite a distance from Clayton & Shadow, Clayton himself seem to question in his mind on what Shadow said.
“A nice Smell?” The continuous thought in Clayton’s mind “What smells so nice about some Pup that has invaded your mark?”
Clayton himself still thought about this as he caught up and the group of Pups eventually stumbled upon a path that didn’t link to any Hiccup Hole track, they had been on before. However, what made it more challenging to them, this track broke up into four separate routes...
“Alright, Moochie Choochie!” Cadpig spoke up disdainfully to the Grey Mongrel “Which route do you say we take?”
Mooch was sniffing more and more, examining each path there was, he then eyed up and stared the central right path “Well, it seems that the scent marks in that direction...” he soon answered Cadpig’s question.
Rolly however, was on to counter “Whoa! Hold on here, Mooch! There’s more of an alien scent heading to the far left route! I can smell it!”
“I knew it!” Belchic seem to snap at this “That jerk is leading us into a trap and is going to dunk us in some Goose droppings or something!”
“Hey! Don’t get this rant up again!” Nemo shouted in defence.
Clayton, Kendra, Hesso, Lucky and a Majority of other Pups, groaned at the feeling of witnessing all this before, except for Shadow.
“Can we try to be more focused on the Scent point!?” Clayton snapped up in irritancy at this.
“Just saying that Rolly could be picking up any Forest Animal scent...” Nemo looked to Clayton “Like Rabbits or Birds...”
“I will admit...” Kendra intervened “We are possibly close to wolf territory too...”
“Standing here isn’t going to make us discover that any quicker though!” Clayton sighed. Shadow slightly affronted by this.
Lucky however took lime light as he usually did: “We’ll divide into four groups then...” he said “Rolly, You take the route which you smell, Cadpig, take any of the other two, I’ll follow Turkey Lips!” Lucky stared to Mooch once more.
“And the other route?” Hesso pawed eyeing the forth route which felt so familiar to him.
“Well, you take that one then...” Lucky answered “The rest of you, follow which ever Pup you think is right...”
Hesso gulped to this, like mentioned, the route he was now assigned to was familiar to him, in fact it is one of the oldest thing he is familiar with, for that path lead to the Swamps.
He didn’t really have much good thoughts when it came to thinking of the Swamps, as much as he can think of, it had a Rat and a HUGE alligator which would drop you on your head. He however, did as told and began to ease into it.
“You think we should look after him in there?” Shadow asked to Nemo.
“Might as well...” Nemo shrugged “You need someone to muscle for you in there...”
Nemo then smirked and lead Shadow in following Hesso in the Swamps.
Cadpig took off into the Central Left, with Belchic & Joey in pursuit.
Rolly himself still followed his nose, and continued to follow his path, Kendra herself followed since it is common fact that in ‘Bark Brigade’ Rolly’s nose actually outranks the body on it, so that’s got to count for something.
Nuke followed this path as well, due to some connections between him and Rolly, along with the opportunity to ‘Rawr’ Kendra.
Clayton watched as Lucky followed Mooch up their aligned track, he glanced back to this side where Kit still stood, his ear seeming to be tugged into his muzzle as the smaller Pup chewed on his ear ring in ponder. His eyes seem distant, as if he was staring at something all the way in Croatia.
“You okay, Kit?” Clayton asked, sometimes cautious on Kit’s distant feel “Which route do you think we take?”
Kit looked up to Clayton and nodded “I think we follow The Mooch…”
“You sure?” Clayton asked, already beginning to follow Kit suggestion (since he has faith in Kit) “What makes you feel it’s right…”
Kit shrugged his shoulders and gave An “Ain’t-It-Obvious?” look.
“I see…” Clayton slowly nodded, him not really being a Dalmatian whom wouldn’t believe what his friends think and continue to follow the crowd.
Meanwhile, Close into the depths of the Swamps, where the marsh waters began to pile up with trash, Hesso, Nemo & Shadow followed their path till they reached the peak of it where the trash piled like a mountain around a Washing Machine.
On top of it, was a dark grey rat. While the feeling of non-trust just filled the air in this Rat’s presence, Hesso eyed with more concern to it.
He knew this Rat was known literally as ‘Swamp Rat’, One of the first creatures he met around the Dearly Farm area, that is of course, before Clayton & Nuke found him. Their meeting wasn’t that of a calm manner, it was that of Advantage of confusion. Hesso had come to the Swamps when his Memory was first absent, and then after being unable to pay for the help, was automatically dropped on the head making his case even worse.
The Swamp Rat was currently standing beside a pile of large Silver Dollars, examining each one with a magnifying eye piece, he seemed to hum a pioneer tune to himself, barely noticing the Pups there,.
“YO!” Nemo eventually spoke up to get attention.
The Rat instantly moved the piece from his eye and noticed the trio of Dalmatians looking up at him.
“Well, Howdy, Howdy, How!” He announced in a Texan like voice and leapt down, standing in front of the Pups “What can I do you for? You here for a Trade? That Cap of yours Missy and that Towel across your Back, Star Spots would be fine Price options…”
Nemo & Shadow growled at this “No way, Am I selling my Cape!” Shadow snapped.
“Nor my cap!” Nemo concurred “Unless you like to be on the menu for tonight’s Kibble Second, wonder if the other Pups like, Ratatouille!?”
Hesso himself kept his voice down, hoping that Swamp Rat wouldn’t recognise him and push him more for the Head Tablets.
Nemo continued: “Listen, Rat! We’re on the Trail of someone…” She paused and groaned not believing she was saying this “Marking over our …regions…”
Shadow then took role of Exposition as Nemo groaned more: “We just want to know if you got any information on this…”
“Well…” Swamp Rat smirked, tugging on his fur like a jacket “How in-ter-esting…I suppose I may have a bit of information somewhere. Course, it’s going to cost ya.”
“Just give us the Info and we’ll see what we can give…” Nemo spoke more.
“Very well then.” The Swamp Rat looked back to the washer and yelled up “HEY! WALKER! Customers to serve!”
Out from the Spin Washer came another Dalmatian (Well, the Dearly Farm is a land of over Twenty Aches meant for them…) while he wore a Red Collar, like a majority of male pups, tucked up along his body was a brown leather jacket, almost looking as something in them was weighing them down.
Hesso of course, knew this Dalmatian, possibly his one good thought when it came to Swamp Rat related business; Hesso raised his paw in a sort of wave to the Pup.
Walker however instantly opened his jacket and showed many items, which would explain the weighing down), as he explained what they were, he spoke in a London thingyney Accent.
“Alright, Lady & Gents, we got a fine selection of goods today from Old Alarm Clocks to RC Cars (New Batteries, Wheels & Wires require) and all the way to MP3 Players, guarantee not to break…” he tapped it against the metal frame of the Washer to prove his case…It broke…
“And here we got a lovely range of Squeakers for either Twenty Pieces of Kibble or Ten of the Human Silver Dollars!”
“But the Dearlys get those for us for only $3 in the shops…” Hesso spoke up, feeling more comfortable with Walker.
He was quickly countered with “Ah, But us Dalmatian Pups aren’t able to choose and buy them ourselves from the stores, are we?”
Nemo rolled her eyes more “Look! Are we going to be given our information, or are we just going to get more Product Placement?”
“Ah, Right!” Swamp Rat clicked his paw “Say, Walker, who was that customer who gave you those Silver Dollars here?”
“Ah...” Walker began recollecting “Well, I was walking by that Wishing Well, You know the close to the Water Tower and I happen to come across this gang, mainly made up of us Dalmatians, minus the leader and they wanted some of those Kibble in a Can along with one wanting some sort of balloons, of course difficult to get Paw on though, I know Swamps here has some...”
“Get to the point of the Gang!” Nemo stared in indifference to Walker.
“Ah! Well, When I gave them the items, They ran into the trail close to where Swamps becomes Lake...” Walker then eyed Nemo “In fact, one of them bared close resemblance to you...”
Whilst Nemo & Shadow stared puzzled at this, Hesso’s face lit up: “The Wishing Well!” he exclaimed “That’s where Nuke claims his spot was marked!”
His excitement was cut when Swamp Rat noticed him: “Say, don’t I know you from somewhere?”
Hesso lowered his tone “Errr...No...”
“Any how, it’s time to settle up...” Swamp said as he began approaching Nemo and began tugging upon her beanie.
“HEY HEY HEY!” Nemo screamed, grasping her cap tight “WHAT YOU DOING!”
“You said you pay any way you can...” Swamp Rat responded “So, I’ll take it from this Cap and that Star Puppy’s Cape...”
Nemo continued to scream at this, Shadow and even Hesso growled.
“Oh no you don’t!” Shadow yelled as the next thing, Swamp Rat saw was two Dalmatians charging towards him before their heads collided into him.
This force flung the Swamp Rat over the many pieces of junk around his establishment and into the Swamp Waters/
“Head Punch Me, Will Ya!?” Swamp Rat yelled as he stuck his head from the Marshy Waters “STEVEN!”
As soon as Hesso heard this name, he called, a bit quiet but hear able to Nemo & Shadow: “We should most probably run...” before he did what he just said.
The Remaining Dalmatians present stared to each other, before the beams of sun, coming in from the Swamps Claw like Tree Branches above were blocked out, They then stared up to a rather large figure above them.
This figure, was that of a rather large Alligator, its many teeth, sharp and hostile, enough to seem to pierce through an entire tree branch, whilst around it’s scaly neck was that of a Mauve Irish lead scarf with such murk quality as though it been hanging in the Swamps for quite a while.
As both Dalmatians gulped, Shadow looked to the smaller Pup beside him: “What we going to do, Nemo?” he asked.
Nemo glanced back and forth between Shadow & Steven and responded with: “You follow with Hesso...I can take this guy!”
Shadow did as he was told and ran after Hesso into a clearer region of the Swamps.
Nemo then put on a fighting pose, as she spoke upwards to Steven “Alright Gator! Bring it!”
Steven however, rebuff by this, simply leaned down and opened up his large jaw to Nemo, releasing one of the loudest roars in which the Pup had heard with the breath giving the feeling as though she was in a wind tunnel.
Nemo paused as Steven hushed, there was a long pause.
Outside of the Swamp Waters, Hesso & Shadow waited from a log awaiting Nemo to emerge, standing triumphant...instead, though they did see Nemo, instead of a shine of victory glowing from her, was that of a White blur zooming straight past them.
“CHANGE OF PLAN!” The blur seem to say in Nemo’s voice “LEG IT!”
Hesso & Shadow made a glance of bewilderment about this, but as the echo of Steven’s Roars continued to reign through the Swamps, the Other two Dalmatians, ran as well, following Nemo to catch up with the other Dalmatians, to see if they had any luck on this case...
To Be Continued...
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Clayton, Kendra & Walker (C) Me (Babclayman) X3
Kit (C) Kit
Hesso (C) Hesso
Nuke (C) Nuke
Lucky, Rolly, Cadpig (C) Dodie Smith
Mooch, Swamp Rat & Steven (C) Disney
Belchic & Joey (C) Belchic
Nemo (C) Nemo
Shadow (C) Shadow
Others Mentioned (C) Their Respected Owners
I got some of Chapter 4, written in Draft already, I may need to type it up soon. X3
I hope you like this Chapter and I'll see what I can post on Chapter 3, soon. X3[/i]