Hmm, going good.
I would continue it for you, but a few problems with that.
1. I have no idea on where exactly to continue from, I mean, on what to add on
2. I'm not sure on how it's suppose to turn out
and 3. I'm too lazy to do it anyway
lol! Well, it's ok. I'll take that as a compliment. XP
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(Part 5)
Tripod ran and ran and ran but he was being weighed down by the suitcase. That and the fact that he was missing a leg were slowing him down. Cruella was catching up. What was to be done? Then he saw Spot.
"Over here, Tripod! Give it to me!" shouted Spot, wing out-stretched.
Tripod ran faster, giving it all he had. Then, Cruella jumped on him. But just before Cruella caught him, he threw the suitcase at Spot.
"Catch, Spot!"
Spot caught it. Then, she thought....
"What on Earth did I just do???"
Cruella got up.
"Where's my suit- AHA!"
Spot clucked frightfully and ran off with it.
"COME BACK HERE WITH MY SUITCASE!!!!" yelled Cruella who gave chase to Spot. Tripod got back up and caught his breath as he saw Spot run off, followed by Cruella.
Meanwhile, Belchic waited in a bush. He held a rope in his paws. The rope ran on the ground, hidden by mud and dirt, into a bush, tied to a tree. A trap.
"Hmmmm....they should be coming here anytime....." he thought to himself. Before he finished, he heard a frightened cluck and took a peek out of the bush and saw Spot running and flapping her wings while holding the suitcase with Cruella hot on her heels. "WHEN I GET YOU, THERE'S GONNA BE CHICKEN POT PIE FOR DINNER TONIGHT!!" she yelled.
"Now." said Belchic to himself as he tugged the rope hard.
TWANG!
"Wh-WHOAAAA!!!!" yelled Cruella as she fell, in the process getting a faceful of mud. She coughed and spluttered.
Belchic chuckled to himself inside the bush and then ran off to the rendevous-with-Spot point.
Cruella picked herself up and wiped the mud off her face.
"GRRRR....I'll won't be foiled by a chicken!" And she got up and continued chasing Spot.
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(5 minutes later)
Spot continued running. She looked back and saw a most terrifying sight! An enraged Cruella running at her like a bull! Her eyes...you could see the capillaries turning her eyes red!
"GIVE ME THAT SUITCASE, CHICKEN!"
Spot clucked with horror and picked up the pace. Cruella picked up a rock....
Belchic stood there shouting at Spot:
"COME ON SPOT! FASTER! SHE'S GAINING ON YOU!"
Cruella threw the rock at Spot. By some twist of fate, it landed on Spot's head....
"Oh...look at all the pretty stars...." and Spot dropped the suitcase, falling face first in the mud.
"Aha!" exclaimed Cruella. "I've got you now!"
Belchic smacked his paw on his face.
"Why does this
always happen?"
He ran down, grabbed tyhe suitcase of 'incriminating' documents and held it over the well.
Cruella stopped. "Wait...WHAT ARE YOU DOING??!"
Belchic grinned. "Hee hee!" And he let go of the suitcase...
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!"
Cruella pushed Belchic aside and tried to grab the suitcase. No dice. It slipped through her hands.
"NO! My once chance to get the farm....down a well!"
"Tee hee!" Belchic chuckled. Not for long.
Cruella grabbed him by the neck and started squeezing.
"For that, I'LL KILL YOU!!!" she said, tightening her grip.
Belchic's face started turning blue as he choked.
Suddenly, Spot flew out of a bush and started pecking Cruella!
"No-one hurts my friends! Not even YOU!!!" she shouted at Cruella. Of course....all Cruella heard was a series of clucks.
"Ouch! Get off me you pesky bird!" she shouted, waving her arms about, trying to chase off Spot. She dropped Belchic.
While Spot distracted Cruella, Tripod slipped up to Belchic, who was still gasping for air, and helped him away. Spot saw them slip away, continued pecking for a while, then flew off.
Cruella shook her fist at the puppies and Spot, who had disappeared into the bushes.
"I'll get you puppies yet!!!" she yelled.
Once safely out of sight, they stopped for a breather.
"well, Tripod, I suppose that would be Mission Accomplished?" asked Belchic with a beam on his face.
"Yeah....I'm gonna contact the Bark Brigade Air Force."
"What for?" asked Spot as she panted.
"I'm not that sure. I got this funny feeling that Lucky's in trouble or is about to be. I'm gonna see if they'll lend me a helicopter." Tripod answered as he pulled out a walkie-talkie.
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