Post by RaceFanX on Dec 26, 2010 1:57:35 GMT -5
Did you have a merry Christmas? Well you still have one more present to open, it's the next chapter of London Calling. Trouble is brewing, last time the pups crashed their Camaro and wrote off the Impreza. With all that it appears Epsilon and Co. have a clear path to attack a sellout crowd at an international soccer match. All that stands between them and the destruction is the UK is some British cops. Will the "rozzers" be able to stop the rovers? Or will the Queen's next Christmas message be "woof woof bark ruff woof ruff ruff?" Find out in the next part of this exciting serial...
Be warned there is a big twist coming at the end of this one. It's been hinted at throughout the fic though, did you see it coming?
Blue lights flashed everywhere. All four lanes of the highway were blocked with police cars, three Vauxhall Astras and a Volvo C70 station wagon all decked out in blue-and-yellow battenburg markings like many British squad cars. The Astras had the first three lanes with the Volvo in the far one near the exits. The speeding black Porsche 911 Turbo had wound up smack dab in the middle of a rolling roadblock.
"Right, now let's nick these suckers," said DCI Dean Bunt, the lead officer's Astra now blocking the Porsche.
With full-on police precision the cars proceeded to split up, spread out and box in the German sportscar. Within 30 seconds the police had used their cars to pin in the 911 with Bunt's Astra in front, the other Astras alongside and the Volvo behind the Porsche.
"Right, slow'em down," said DCI Bunt. "When he stops we'll nail'em. I'll personally bring the freaking Tower of London out to retirement to hold these freaking kidnapping cultists."
It looked like this was it. But with the darkly tinted windows on the Porsche the police had no idea who they were up against. These were not normal criminals they were up against, these were alien dogs with a deadly agenda.
Inside the Porsche things were oddly calm.
"Well, well, well," said Epsilon. "Here come the hot fuzz."
"Did you plan for this?," asked Omega, still on the 911's accelerator.
"No I did not," said Epsilon still calm. "British police have so many rules regarding conduct they are usually somewhat ineffective like many Western police forms tied to the concept of "ethics." Most British cops aren't even armed much less dangerous, it is one of the reasons I choose this country for our conquest. I honestly didn't expect them to persue us, perhaps there's a renegade or something that caused them to break those."
"You worried?," asked Iota.
"Not in the slightest," said Epsilon. "Zeta, evasive maneuvers."
"If you haven't noticed we're kind of pinned in," Zeta responded as he steered the car.
"So break free," responded Epsilon. "The engine in this model of Earth transport is oddly placed at the very rear of the cat, a front or side impact should not have severe complications on the motor's performance unlike most models. As stated the officers are likely at best reculant to use their weapons, if we hit them out of the way fast enough we will create a moment of opportunity to escape."
"If you say so," responded Zeta as Omega followed orders and floored the Porsche.
BANG!
DCI Bunt was suddenly thrown slightly forward in his car. His Astra had just been tailgated by the Porsche.
"What the heck was that," Bunt said startled before he realized what was happening.
BANG!
The Porsche again slammed the lead Astra. While the 911's front air dam split the Astra's rear bumper started to come loose and it's rear hatch began to break.
BANG!
With a move worthly of the British Touring Car Championship the Porsche broadsided the other two Astras to its side. The first one lost it, spinning out into traffic where it t-boned a maroon Renault Espace and causing the minivan to flip over with a cloud of white brake smoke. The front of the Astra was totalled but amazingly no one in either vehicle was hurt. The cops were now down to just three vehicles.
"Regroup," shouted DCI Bunt over the radio. "Stop that Porsche eh!"
Seeing the gap created by the absent #3 Astra Zeta spiked the 911 Turbo's brakes, the driver of the police Volvo did the same out of instinct to avoid a wild crash and putting the Porsche out of alignment with the #2 Astra. Zeta suddenly jerked the wheel to the left and the Porsche slammed the right rear of the second Astra, the police car spun to the left and impacted the motorway's center wall in a bone-jarring hit that actually lifted the rear wheels of the Astra off the ground as it spun wildly. With both side Astras gone the Porsche zoomed back into open traffic.
"Slick moves Zeta," said Epsilon. "Now Omega "put the spurs to it" as the humans say. Their cars should not be able to keep up with this one"
Omega did just that and Porsche began to put some distance on the remaining Astra and the Volvo. The officers climbed unhurt from the second wrecked Vauxhall just in time to see a heavily damaged 2010 Chevrolet Camaro and a vintage DeLorean DMC-12 race by.
Bunt however was not a quitter. He'd been in chases before, before those health and safety nuts cracked down on him. He was not about to let the suspects get away.
"Right," said Bunt. "Dispatch, get a few ambulances down to the motorway. We've got two wrecked cars. Car #4, follow me we're taking him down."
The two police vehicles accerated for all they were worth and using advanced police tactics once again caught the Porsche. This time they weren't going to play nice or by the book.
"I'm going to total this bastard," said Bunt over the radio. "We'll arrest what is left of'em if we have to."
Bunt gunned his Astra along the battered Porsche and steered hard left to broad side it. His female partner just silently hung on for the ride.
"Looks like Sheriff Rosco here doesn't give up easy," said Epsilon inside the car. "Let's end this."
"Got it boss," responded Zeta, steering left into the Vauxhall.
The two cars were locked together. Both Bunt and Omega gunned it. Side-by-side at 100+ MPH, shooting past all kinds of traffic it was driving that would be more at place on the race track at Silverstone than on a London highway. And then it happened.
Abused as it was the engine in the Porsche was designed to do this. The one in the little Astra wasn't. In a giant blast of smoke it engine in the Vauxhall exploded, spilling oil everywhere it leaked onto the car's tires. Even an ace driver like Bunt couldn't handle it, his Astra spun out. He managed to recover it but not before it glanced off the inner guard rail and back into the path of another lorry semi. The big rig slammed the back of the Vauxhall with enough force the gastank crushed and the car exploded in a fireball. Bunt and his partner jumped free of the still moving car just before the blast, they missed being run over by the truck and were completely uninjured as was the truck driver.
"They've killed my Astra," was all the DCI could say. "F*ck."
The Camaro raced past.
"Holy cow," said Spot as she overlooked the flaming Vauxhall.
"We can't have more time until the stadium exit," said Cadpig. "The cops are getting slaughtered out here. We've got to stop Epsilon before he reaches that arena."
"Is that DeLorean alongside us the others," asked Patch.
"I think so," responded Roxy. "We've got to catch them. I just hope that last police car can do it for us."
The last two officers in the chase were stunned. Bunt was the head of the department and while he was alright his Astra was a smoking ruin. It was up to them now. Blue lights and siren blazing they raced their Volvo C70 wagon up alongside the Porsche. Both male officers in the wagon were young, this was their first chase. First week on the job in fact, they thought when the call came out for a pursuit they could just hang in the background and wouldn't be placed in this leading scenario.
"Alright," said the driver. "Let's do this."
"Right," said the second officer. "I'll give them one warning, if they fall to yield to it we take them out no matter what. I will never let an evil kidnapping cult take over this city"
The second officer rolled the passenger window of the Volvo down. He stuck his head out.
"PULL OVER!," he shouted at the top of his lungs. "THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING!"
In the Porsche the Skayninan dogs were still rather unfazed.
"Iota," said Epsilon simply. "Finish them."
The passenger of the Volvo got a response as the right window of the Porsche slowly rolled down. Iota stuck her head out.
"Good lord," said the officer to the driver. "He's got a dog in the car, I still can't see the driver."
Iota simply blinked her eyes, they flipped to green and she fired. The officers never saw it coming. In a flash the Volvo was now occupied by a pair of rather stunned German Shepherds.
"What's happened to us," shouted the dog that what was the passenger seconds earlier! "What the hell is that dog?! What the hell are we up against?!"
The driver had bigger concerns. His hands were now paws and being that he wasn't exactly used to them much less what was going on, he was having trouble gripping the wheel.
"I can't hold it," he barked.
The Volvo lost control and slammed into the inner barrier practically head-on at 90 MPH. With a burst of white smoke from under the car the police wagon went into a violent side-over-side roll right back into traffic, the blue light on the car's roof shattered. The car finally came to a rest. The now K-9 officers were unhurt but still had no idea what was going on. On top a building alongside the motorway a ghostly white dog just glanced on then vanished as soon as it appeared.
"This is London 1," came a pilot's voice over the radio. "All four cars have crashed, repeat all four cars in motorway pursuit have crashed. I'm going down to 100 feet for low-level pursuit. Suspects must be stopped."
"Negative London 1," came a male dispatcher's voice. "Stay in position to assist in traffic control for the rescues. We are terminating persuit."
"But sir," responded the pilot.
"Don't but me," responded the male. "I've lost four cars already to those hooligans, I'm not losing our chopper too. Pursuit is terminated and unless you want your wings clipped and a reassignment to dog catcher you'll do as I say."
"Oui, yes sir," responded the pilot.
The police were forced to surrender. But there was still hope.
The white smoke from the Volvo crash hung over the highway. And then two vehicles emerged from it at top speed, the pups' Camaro and DeLorean.
"The police may not have stopped them but they delayed them enough for us to catch up," Lucky said. "Hang on."
The consensus was the same in the DeLorean.
"Let's go get'em," said Chive as the pups floored the gullwinged car.
"Chive, have you been here the whole time," asked Doc.
"Yes, yes I have," relied Chive.
"Oh okay," replied Doc.
The smashed Camaro moved into the inside lane and passed the banged up 911. It's engine was itself now starting to spew a small amount of fire but some unknown force was just willing the car along.
"Oh look who's back," said Iota. "Don't those dalmatians ever quit?"
"Stick to our pre-planned route and attack," said Epsilon. "There's still one twist in our plan they likely haven't figured out."
On the Chevrolet's dash a GPS device informed the pups that the exit for the stadium was the next one.
"Alright," said Lucky. "Rolly prepare to spike the brakes. We'll use the car and block the exit."
"What if they just ram us?," asked Spot.
"We'll hang on," said Lucky. "I guess hope for the best."
The pups all had agressive looks on their faces, minus Two-Tone who despite the action was still in shock her actions at the car show had directly lead to Epsilon devolving a little boy into a weiner dog.
The Camaro reached the stadium exit first. This was it.
On Lucky's cue Rolly spiked the brakes and the Camaro slid to a stop blocking the exit. The slower DeLorean was lagging both cars a little behind as the black Porsche 911 appoached. It wasn't slowing down in the slightest!
Lucky closed his eyes, he knew a wild impact was coming. And then...nothing. He opened them just in time to see the 911 and the chasing DeLorean wizz past the exit, not even coming close to exiting.
"What the fu"
Lucky was cut off.
"They didn't exit," said Cadpig. "Why wouldn't they exit?"
"Why isn't important," said Patch. "We still have to stop them."
Rolly hit the gas again and the Camaro speed back into the chase. The dying Chevrolet caught back up to the other two cars within the next five exits. It was just in time as the black Porsche suddenly slowed and exited to surface streets. The pups were forced to somewhat lay back, they didn't want to force Epsilon and company into a mistake with sidewalks full of people bordering the road. The Porsche build a small lead as all three cars backed off back down to standard city street speeds. All three were now obeying traffic laws as well.
"We're miles from the stadium and getting further away," said Doc. "What is he planning? Where is he going?"
"Maybe he's lost," said Clayton. "Perhaps he skipped that exit the others blocked and he's going to double back."
"Epsilon wouldn't cause himself that much a delay," responded Doc. The others knew he was right.
The Porsche was now about three blocks ahead of the pups but still in sight. Suddenly it turned left onto a road that lead down a hill into a grassy park. The pups were caught by a traffic light but soon followed. The delay allowed the Porsche to reach its destination in the park and the basically destroyed 911 parked next to the red Ford Transit Sigma, Nu and Kappa had used to arrive in earlier. The Skayninians hopped out.
"You're a little late," said Sigma.
"Yeah well the attack on the Dearly house didn't work but we got through it," said Zeta. "And traffic on the motorway getting here was borderline murder."
Kappa cringed at the thought of what Zeta's comment implied. The more this plan progressed the more the corgi hated it.
"I see the humans are taken care of," said Epsilon surveying the site. "Is the transmitter in place?"
"Wired up and ready to go," replied Nu. "There was resistance from the crew but they were no match for our superior canine intellect and abilities."
"Wonderful," repled Epsilon. "Those Dearly pups are hot on our heels. Let's launch the final assault before they can catch up."
After what seemed like the longest traffic light in history the pups' two cars finally made the turn into the park. They had lost sight of Epsilon but one look off the top of the hill into the park gave them a very good idea where he had gone.
"Oh my dog," said Cadpig. "You don't think that's how he's going to launch his attack do you?"
"Unfortunately I do," said Lucky.
All the pups were shocked and slightly awed at the sight before them as they went down the hill. In a wide open grassy field in the park the giant Kanine Krunchies blimp sat ready to take to the skies.
Be warned there is a big twist coming at the end of this one. It's been hinted at throughout the fic though, did you see it coming?
Blue lights flashed everywhere. All four lanes of the highway were blocked with police cars, three Vauxhall Astras and a Volvo C70 station wagon all decked out in blue-and-yellow battenburg markings like many British squad cars. The Astras had the first three lanes with the Volvo in the far one near the exits. The speeding black Porsche 911 Turbo had wound up smack dab in the middle of a rolling roadblock.
"Right, now let's nick these suckers," said DCI Dean Bunt, the lead officer's Astra now blocking the Porsche.
With full-on police precision the cars proceeded to split up, spread out and box in the German sportscar. Within 30 seconds the police had used their cars to pin in the 911 with Bunt's Astra in front, the other Astras alongside and the Volvo behind the Porsche.
"Right, slow'em down," said DCI Bunt. "When he stops we'll nail'em. I'll personally bring the freaking Tower of London out to retirement to hold these freaking kidnapping cultists."
It looked like this was it. But with the darkly tinted windows on the Porsche the police had no idea who they were up against. These were not normal criminals they were up against, these were alien dogs with a deadly agenda.
Inside the Porsche things were oddly calm.
"Well, well, well," said Epsilon. "Here come the hot fuzz."
"Did you plan for this?," asked Omega, still on the 911's accelerator.
"No I did not," said Epsilon still calm. "British police have so many rules regarding conduct they are usually somewhat ineffective like many Western police forms tied to the concept of "ethics." Most British cops aren't even armed much less dangerous, it is one of the reasons I choose this country for our conquest. I honestly didn't expect them to persue us, perhaps there's a renegade or something that caused them to break those."
"You worried?," asked Iota.
"Not in the slightest," said Epsilon. "Zeta, evasive maneuvers."
"If you haven't noticed we're kind of pinned in," Zeta responded as he steered the car.
"So break free," responded Epsilon. "The engine in this model of Earth transport is oddly placed at the very rear of the cat, a front or side impact should not have severe complications on the motor's performance unlike most models. As stated the officers are likely at best reculant to use their weapons, if we hit them out of the way fast enough we will create a moment of opportunity to escape."
"If you say so," responded Zeta as Omega followed orders and floored the Porsche.
BANG!
DCI Bunt was suddenly thrown slightly forward in his car. His Astra had just been tailgated by the Porsche.
"What the heck was that," Bunt said startled before he realized what was happening.
BANG!
The Porsche again slammed the lead Astra. While the 911's front air dam split the Astra's rear bumper started to come loose and it's rear hatch began to break.
BANG!
With a move worthly of the British Touring Car Championship the Porsche broadsided the other two Astras to its side. The first one lost it, spinning out into traffic where it t-boned a maroon Renault Espace and causing the minivan to flip over with a cloud of white brake smoke. The front of the Astra was totalled but amazingly no one in either vehicle was hurt. The cops were now down to just three vehicles.
"Regroup," shouted DCI Bunt over the radio. "Stop that Porsche eh!"
Seeing the gap created by the absent #3 Astra Zeta spiked the 911 Turbo's brakes, the driver of the police Volvo did the same out of instinct to avoid a wild crash and putting the Porsche out of alignment with the #2 Astra. Zeta suddenly jerked the wheel to the left and the Porsche slammed the right rear of the second Astra, the police car spun to the left and impacted the motorway's center wall in a bone-jarring hit that actually lifted the rear wheels of the Astra off the ground as it spun wildly. With both side Astras gone the Porsche zoomed back into open traffic.
"Slick moves Zeta," said Epsilon. "Now Omega "put the spurs to it" as the humans say. Their cars should not be able to keep up with this one"
Omega did just that and Porsche began to put some distance on the remaining Astra and the Volvo. The officers climbed unhurt from the second wrecked Vauxhall just in time to see a heavily damaged 2010 Chevrolet Camaro and a vintage DeLorean DMC-12 race by.
Bunt however was not a quitter. He'd been in chases before, before those health and safety nuts cracked down on him. He was not about to let the suspects get away.
"Right," said Bunt. "Dispatch, get a few ambulances down to the motorway. We've got two wrecked cars. Car #4, follow me we're taking him down."
The two police vehicles accerated for all they were worth and using advanced police tactics once again caught the Porsche. This time they weren't going to play nice or by the book.
"I'm going to total this bastard," said Bunt over the radio. "We'll arrest what is left of'em if we have to."
Bunt gunned his Astra along the battered Porsche and steered hard left to broad side it. His female partner just silently hung on for the ride.
"Looks like Sheriff Rosco here doesn't give up easy," said Epsilon inside the car. "Let's end this."
"Got it boss," responded Zeta, steering left into the Vauxhall.
The two cars were locked together. Both Bunt and Omega gunned it. Side-by-side at 100+ MPH, shooting past all kinds of traffic it was driving that would be more at place on the race track at Silverstone than on a London highway. And then it happened.
Abused as it was the engine in the Porsche was designed to do this. The one in the little Astra wasn't. In a giant blast of smoke it engine in the Vauxhall exploded, spilling oil everywhere it leaked onto the car's tires. Even an ace driver like Bunt couldn't handle it, his Astra spun out. He managed to recover it but not before it glanced off the inner guard rail and back into the path of another lorry semi. The big rig slammed the back of the Vauxhall with enough force the gastank crushed and the car exploded in a fireball. Bunt and his partner jumped free of the still moving car just before the blast, they missed being run over by the truck and were completely uninjured as was the truck driver.
"They've killed my Astra," was all the DCI could say. "F*ck."
The Camaro raced past.
"Holy cow," said Spot as she overlooked the flaming Vauxhall.
"We can't have more time until the stadium exit," said Cadpig. "The cops are getting slaughtered out here. We've got to stop Epsilon before he reaches that arena."
"Is that DeLorean alongside us the others," asked Patch.
"I think so," responded Roxy. "We've got to catch them. I just hope that last police car can do it for us."
The last two officers in the chase were stunned. Bunt was the head of the department and while he was alright his Astra was a smoking ruin. It was up to them now. Blue lights and siren blazing they raced their Volvo C70 wagon up alongside the Porsche. Both male officers in the wagon were young, this was their first chase. First week on the job in fact, they thought when the call came out for a pursuit they could just hang in the background and wouldn't be placed in this leading scenario.
"Alright," said the driver. "Let's do this."
"Right," said the second officer. "I'll give them one warning, if they fall to yield to it we take them out no matter what. I will never let an evil kidnapping cult take over this city"
The second officer rolled the passenger window of the Volvo down. He stuck his head out.
"PULL OVER!," he shouted at the top of his lungs. "THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING!"
In the Porsche the Skayninan dogs were still rather unfazed.
"Iota," said Epsilon simply. "Finish them."
The passenger of the Volvo got a response as the right window of the Porsche slowly rolled down. Iota stuck her head out.
"Good lord," said the officer to the driver. "He's got a dog in the car, I still can't see the driver."
Iota simply blinked her eyes, they flipped to green and she fired. The officers never saw it coming. In a flash the Volvo was now occupied by a pair of rather stunned German Shepherds.
"What's happened to us," shouted the dog that what was the passenger seconds earlier! "What the hell is that dog?! What the hell are we up against?!"
The driver had bigger concerns. His hands were now paws and being that he wasn't exactly used to them much less what was going on, he was having trouble gripping the wheel.
"I can't hold it," he barked.
The Volvo lost control and slammed into the inner barrier practically head-on at 90 MPH. With a burst of white smoke from under the car the police wagon went into a violent side-over-side roll right back into traffic, the blue light on the car's roof shattered. The car finally came to a rest. The now K-9 officers were unhurt but still had no idea what was going on. On top a building alongside the motorway a ghostly white dog just glanced on then vanished as soon as it appeared.
"This is London 1," came a pilot's voice over the radio. "All four cars have crashed, repeat all four cars in motorway pursuit have crashed. I'm going down to 100 feet for low-level pursuit. Suspects must be stopped."
"Negative London 1," came a male dispatcher's voice. "Stay in position to assist in traffic control for the rescues. We are terminating persuit."
"But sir," responded the pilot.
"Don't but me," responded the male. "I've lost four cars already to those hooligans, I'm not losing our chopper too. Pursuit is terminated and unless you want your wings clipped and a reassignment to dog catcher you'll do as I say."
"Oui, yes sir," responded the pilot.
The police were forced to surrender. But there was still hope.
The white smoke from the Volvo crash hung over the highway. And then two vehicles emerged from it at top speed, the pups' Camaro and DeLorean.
"The police may not have stopped them but they delayed them enough for us to catch up," Lucky said. "Hang on."
The consensus was the same in the DeLorean.
"Let's go get'em," said Chive as the pups floored the gullwinged car.
"Chive, have you been here the whole time," asked Doc.
"Yes, yes I have," relied Chive.
"Oh okay," replied Doc.
The smashed Camaro moved into the inside lane and passed the banged up 911. It's engine was itself now starting to spew a small amount of fire but some unknown force was just willing the car along.
"Oh look who's back," said Iota. "Don't those dalmatians ever quit?"
"Stick to our pre-planned route and attack," said Epsilon. "There's still one twist in our plan they likely haven't figured out."
On the Chevrolet's dash a GPS device informed the pups that the exit for the stadium was the next one.
"Alright," said Lucky. "Rolly prepare to spike the brakes. We'll use the car and block the exit."
"What if they just ram us?," asked Spot.
"We'll hang on," said Lucky. "I guess hope for the best."
The pups all had agressive looks on their faces, minus Two-Tone who despite the action was still in shock her actions at the car show had directly lead to Epsilon devolving a little boy into a weiner dog.
The Camaro reached the stadium exit first. This was it.
On Lucky's cue Rolly spiked the brakes and the Camaro slid to a stop blocking the exit. The slower DeLorean was lagging both cars a little behind as the black Porsche 911 appoached. It wasn't slowing down in the slightest!
Lucky closed his eyes, he knew a wild impact was coming. And then...nothing. He opened them just in time to see the 911 and the chasing DeLorean wizz past the exit, not even coming close to exiting.
"What the fu"
Lucky was cut off.
"They didn't exit," said Cadpig. "Why wouldn't they exit?"
"Why isn't important," said Patch. "We still have to stop them."
Rolly hit the gas again and the Camaro speed back into the chase. The dying Chevrolet caught back up to the other two cars within the next five exits. It was just in time as the black Porsche suddenly slowed and exited to surface streets. The pups were forced to somewhat lay back, they didn't want to force Epsilon and company into a mistake with sidewalks full of people bordering the road. The Porsche build a small lead as all three cars backed off back down to standard city street speeds. All three were now obeying traffic laws as well.
"We're miles from the stadium and getting further away," said Doc. "What is he planning? Where is he going?"
"Maybe he's lost," said Clayton. "Perhaps he skipped that exit the others blocked and he's going to double back."
"Epsilon wouldn't cause himself that much a delay," responded Doc. The others knew he was right.
The Porsche was now about three blocks ahead of the pups but still in sight. Suddenly it turned left onto a road that lead down a hill into a grassy park. The pups were caught by a traffic light but soon followed. The delay allowed the Porsche to reach its destination in the park and the basically destroyed 911 parked next to the red Ford Transit Sigma, Nu and Kappa had used to arrive in earlier. The Skayninians hopped out.
"You're a little late," said Sigma.
"Yeah well the attack on the Dearly house didn't work but we got through it," said Zeta. "And traffic on the motorway getting here was borderline murder."
Kappa cringed at the thought of what Zeta's comment implied. The more this plan progressed the more the corgi hated it.
"I see the humans are taken care of," said Epsilon surveying the site. "Is the transmitter in place?"
"Wired up and ready to go," replied Nu. "There was resistance from the crew but they were no match for our superior canine intellect and abilities."
"Wonderful," repled Epsilon. "Those Dearly pups are hot on our heels. Let's launch the final assault before they can catch up."
After what seemed like the longest traffic light in history the pups' two cars finally made the turn into the park. They had lost sight of Epsilon but one look off the top of the hill into the park gave them a very good idea where he had gone.
"Oh my dog," said Cadpig. "You don't think that's how he's going to launch his attack do you?"
"Unfortunately I do," said Lucky.
All the pups were shocked and slightly awed at the sight before them as they went down the hill. In a wide open grassy field in the park the giant Kanine Krunchies blimp sat ready to take to the skies.