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Post by Belchic on Dec 26, 2020 13:28:49 GMT -5
Thanks, Lilly! I’d appreciate that! Well, it looks like everyone delivered on time, except for the ones who asked for extensions, so it looks like so far, nobody will be disqualified next year!
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Post by Lucky on Dec 28, 2020 22:51:50 GMT -5
Two-Tone wanted a story on the 101 Dalmatian Street, I did the best I could with Dorothy's first Christmas. Hope she enjoys it. ^^ Dorothy's first Christmas, where we see the Dalmatians celebrate christmas (and Dorothy gets to enjoy the holiday for the first time) It was a snowy day in Camden town as Dylan was working on putting the presents under the Christmas Tree, even though he had to admit that he didn't believe there was a Santa Paws, Dorothy on the other hand did. He wanted to make sure everything was perfect for his little sister since the last time was a disaster when a lightning bolt came out of nowhere and destroyed Dorothy's gift. Luckily, both him, Dolly, Dizzy and Dee Dee were relieved that Dorothy wanted the ribbon and enjoyed playing with it, but today was going to be different, he made sure that there wouldn't be anymore surprises like that as he had to keep the presents safe this time around. He went upstairs to make sure that the patch work was done up at the house and had a metal plating so the Lightning couldn't get in the house this time. Luckily everything was in working order, since Dylan just had chores to do, he had crossed out giving his siblings breakfast and washing the dog bowls, making sure that they were all spick and span with no dirt or grime in the bowls and cleaned the kitchen floor. Luckily Dorothy was with their parents, to get a check up with a vet to make sure she didn't have the flu or anything, Dylan did feel bad for his brother though, as he had lost Princess Positron during their confrontation with Cruella, even though she took Dawkin's toy and very best girlfriend. She did demonstrate how the device that she was going to use, worked. It took him and Dolly six weeks to get him out of his slump, even though he vowed to take Cruella down for destroying Princess Positron, Doug and Delilah seemed to have calmed him down as well. Dylan sighed, he wondered now that Cruella knows where they live, would she be back for them when she gets out of prison or would they be able to file a restraining order against her, sadly he knew that the second one wouldn't work, since humans couldn't understand dogs. He knew that tomorrow was going to be the Christmas Day that hopefully will be putting a smile on Dorothy's face like the last time, but he knew that while his sister was still young, it would be about three weeks before she can have her own spots. Dolly was away as well, hanging with Snowball and Roxy, Fergus was spending the Christmas day with Sid and Big Fee. As Dylan got done with the chores, he noticed the Christmas gift that was suppose to be under the tree. Did mom and dad forget to put this under the tree? Dylan thought, he picked the gift up with his maw and headed back downstairs, where the Christmas Tree was and sat it down underneath it. "Dylan, I'm home!" A voice called out Dylan looked and noticed it was his sister. He smiled knowing that his sister was back from spending time with her friends. "Hey Dolly." He said to his sister. Dolly walked toward the living room and saw the gifts were under the tree. "I gotta hand it to you, bro, this was way organized than the year before." She said to Dylan as she sat on her rear, she then noticed the gift that Dylan found earlier. "What's that?" Dolly asked. "Probably a present from mom and dad to Dorothy." Dylan replied. "Oh." Dolly spoke. Dylan and Dolly knew that their siblings were eager to open their presents but knew that they had to wait till Doug and Delilah got back from their trip to the vet, to have Dorothy's check up. Two Dalmatians entered the house, they had come back with Dorothy as they walked inside the house. "We're home." Delilah spoke after she sat Dorothy down on the floor with her she maw. Dorothy wagged her tail realizing that it was time to open her presents as she headed for the living room. Dolly walked over to Doug and Delilah. "How did it go?" She asked. "The vet said that she was right as rain." Delilah replied. "Did Dylan..." "AAHHH!!!" Doug, Delilah and Dolly ran toward the living room, to see that Dylan was jumped on by his brothers and sisters as they too were waiting to open their gifts too. Delilah laughed as she walked up to the pups. "Come on, pups, off your brother, we have gifts to open." She spoke with a smile. The pups gathered around, the christmas tree. Picking out the gifts that had their names on it. Dorothy noticed a gift that was for her, when Dolly brought it up to her. "Here you go, Dorothy." She spoke with a grin. "It was from mom and dad." Dorothy looked at Dolly, then looked at the present that was standing before her, she smiled as she opened up the gift, revealing a chew toy in a shape of the Chew Toy, she smiled as she wagged her tail, putting the toy in her mouth and started chewing on it. Dylan saw the chew toy. "That's a great gift, mom and dad." He said to Doug and Delilah, wagging his tail. Both Doug and Delilah looked at each other with a confused look, then looked at both Dylan and Dolly. "We didn't get her that." Doug spoke. Dolly chuckled a bit out of worry, her eyes looked like she was worried as well. "If you didn't, then who did?" She asked. A young boy with long flowing blonde hair let out a smile outside the house. "Hope this makes up for what I almost did to you and your family, little one." He whispered. "Merry Christmas." He then walked off into the distance.
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Post by Shadow Dearly on Dec 31, 2020 23:17:08 GMT -5
Okay, I’m sorry for being so late but without a laptop, I couldn’t work on this like I normally would. Hopefully, in 2021 I’ll get a new laptop. Anyway my Secret Santa was BabClayton.
“An Unforgettable Christmas”
The snow lightly fell, covering the ground in a blanket of white. Spotted canines were out and about today, jovial as they could be. Some were having snowball fights or making snow angels. Others preferred to stay indoors. It was a pleasant day in December.
Two Dalmatian puppies were in the barn reading a comic book. One wore a maroon collar with a dog tag; an asterisk spot on his front right leg, one on the front left. A blob spot—that looks like the gingerbread man—on his back. Black ears with three white spots on the right, and one spot back of his head. Brown eyes with a blue sclera.
The other Dalmatian had unique spots. Her front leg and back had them on the shape of mythical dragons. One spot on her front right leg; one that resembles a jewel on her left hind leg. Two spots on the right side of her body. She had black ears with a lone white spot on the right. Upon her neck was a green collar—she claims it connects her closer to nature—with a golden dog tag. She also sported a blue teardrop necklace.
Both were reading the latest issue of Super Size. The male Dalmatian, Clayton, wagged jovially as another exciting adventure came to a close. “I could read this issue multiple times and still feel entertained!” he said. “It’s that good!”
“And that’s your opinion, Clayton,” The female Dalmatian, who answers to then name Kendra, smirked.
“Kendra,” Clayton stood upright, eyeing at the snow culminating on the windowsills. A winter wonderland. December brings its own Christmas magic. “I’m proud to be a geek!”
“Geeks United!” Came a voice. “Where we are free to be who we are.” A plump, star-spotted, cape-wearing Dalmatian waddled up to the two Dalmatians before him. “Am I right, or am I right?”
“Shadow!” Clayton wagged. It’s always a joy whenever someone who shares common interests arrives. “What brings you here? Did you get creamed in a snowball fight?” Clayton returned the comic book back to the place where it’s easily accessible: the bookshelf.
Kendra stretched a bit, smiled at Shadow, and said, “You look exactly how I did when that lizard paid me a visit the other day.”
Shadow could rocket into the air and explode into a million pieces. Little tiny Shadows falling to the ground before reforming. He smirked and added, “And let’s not forget when I kicked Clayton’s butt at Barkio Kart!” His tail jovially expressed happiness.
Clayton narrowed his eyes and scoffed. “I just had an off day. Name a time. . . I’ll be open for a rematch, Shadow!” he said.
“That’s great and all, but not today. A friend of mine is staying with us for a couple of days, and I said that he could.” Shadow’s tone shone brighter than blooming flowers on a fresh sunny spring day.
“And who might that be?” asked Kendra. He necklace jangled as she paced around the star-spotted pup. Her dog tag did the same.
“Well?” Clayton asked, curiosity blooming inside him. “His name is Lukela,” answered Shadow. “Though he likes to be called Luke. He’s witty and funny and has a big appetite. And he also has an interest in the magic field!”
“Like you,” Clayton chuckled.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“Is it?”
Shadow shook his head. Of course, he shouldn’t leave his friend waiting. “Come on, Luke shouldn’t be waiting for us.” Shadow led Clayton and Kendra out of the barn, into the snow, and to the direction leading to Hiccup Hole.
Upon entering Hiccup Hole, the three Dalmatians got the scent of fox. Their noses, working radars patrolling the area, led them.
A red vulpine waved at Shadow when they encountered him. He was a chubby one at that, with blood red fur with a white underbelly. Brown fore and hind legs and paws. Green eyes. His biggest feature was his long, flowing brown hair.
“Clayton, Kendra, I like to introduce you to Luke,” Shadow placed his forepaws on Lukela’s shoulders, giving them a pat. “We’ve met not too long ago when he first came here from Fox Valley.”
“Where’s Fox Valley?” Kendra eyed Lukela, not minding his obesity. He is still a majestic fox and she could find a connection to him. “If you don’t mind telling me that.”
Lukela peered his eyes at Kendra, already on the spotlight. “It’s a tranquil place. Forests, kinda like this one, a beach, fun all around.” he said. “And the name seems fitting because I’m a fox.”
“That it is.” Clayton nodded. “I think you’ll get along great with Roxy. She’s a fellow vixen. Loves everything eighties. And you’re welcome to stay with us. Do you like musicals? Are you an avid comic book reader?”
Lukela nodded at both. Somebody new to geek out and share the love of comic books and musicals. However, now wasn’t a good time to break out into song and perform an un-choreographed musical number. As Kendra and Shadow led Lukela and Clayton to the barn, the fat fox discussed some of his favorite musicals and comics. Of course, Clayton couldn’t believe his ears when he heard that Lukela never heard of Super Size or Colossus. But no worries. Clayton made it his semi goal in life to teach the fox all about Super Size.
One thing itched his mind. “So, what’s it like on the farm? Can you get a good nights sleep or does cow milk do the trick?” To itch his mentality, Lukela wanted every detail about the Dearly farm.
“Everyday brings in a new adventure,” replied Kendra. She didn’t mind if she was shoved by Lukela’s belly. To her, it was a regular thing. “From thwarting Cruella’s plans to steal the farm to Roger trying to fix stuff.”
“Stealing the farm?” Lukela asked.
“It’s a long story.”
Shadow chimed in, saying, “Cruella wants to give the deed to the farm to her mother, so she could regain her love, or something. We make sure that doesn’t happen. However, I rather talk to the dead or do rituals.”
Clayton glared at Shadow. “Well. . . We each have our likes, even if it does make me concerned at you, Shadow.” His voice trembled as he spoke, and he nearly lost his footing.
The star-spotted Dalmatian grinned, taking what Clayton said as a compliment.
Add the four made the way to the farm, they ignored the frozen snow. Their tracks posed no danger. Shadow himself pressured on, not wanting to be left behind. Kendra took her mind off the possibility of frostbite on her toes, especially if the snow decides to accumulate. Always good to be self-cautious.
“Lukela,” said Clayton to a plethora of live, rambunctious Dalmatian puppies running amuck, a red barn and a tall, sky-high silo, and the farmhouse. “Let me introduce you to the Dearly farm.”
“I’m not going to lie, but this screams the simple life!” Lukela said. The air smelled of farming and livestock, and it was an adaptable scent. “Shad, what’s that tall silo over there? It grasps my attention.”
Shadow eyed the silo. He could go on as if he was a kibble connoisseur, but he would be heading into Rolly’s turf. Instead, he said, “That over there settles any argument temporarily. It’s why Rolly, Autumn, Foody, and I exist. Luke, you’re looking at the chow tower.”
“I think I’m going to like this place.” Lukela could faint onto the frozen snow.
Lukela channel surfed, trying to find something plausible to enjoy. Something family-friendly. No politics. Cable TV. You either love it or hate it.
Clayton trotted in the barn and sat next to Lukela. “Lukela, we’re about to head into Topstown and see Christmas lights. Would you like to tag along?” During Christmastime, Clayton was a spotted fluff ball of holiday joy.
“Well, I’ve left some things in the forest; I want to retrieve them before they’re completely buried in the snow.” Luke turned off the television. “One of the places where I can have my me time. You understand, right? Tell me all about it when you return.” The fat fox pushed himself up, placing his forepaws on Clayton’s shoulders.
“But Rolly packed a secret snack and everything. Sausages, chips, mini corn dogs.” Clayton shrugged off Lukela’s paws. “And I don’t want you to be alone.”
Try all he might, food danced inside Lukela’s mind, and he wasn’t proud. “All right, You win. Game over. Let’s go, Clayton!”
Lukela followed behind Clayton to the bus.
Once they returned hours later, Lukela high tailed it to the forest. “I’ll be right back! I’ve to get something true and dear to my heart!” he called.
Kendra wondered why Luke rushed down in a hurry, going alone in the depths of the forest. She thought about tagging along, if not for Clayton and Shadow getting her attention and video game time. However, she trotted up to Lukela once she got his scent once he waddled back to the barn. Accompanied with him in a brown satchel, one that carried his most prized possession. “Lukela?” she called. “What’s in the bag, may I ask?”
Luke, in the spotlight once again, had to think of something quick. But what could he come up with? “Kendra, my dear, inside my satchel is a radioactive substance that can harm anyone without protective gear.” he said. A white lie, but it was something.
Kendra furrowed her brows. “And where did you get it? I thought it was illegal to obtain such a substance.”
“What anyone doesn’t know won’t hurt them.” Lukela answered.
“What else do you have in there? Uranium?”
“What would I do with uranium? Open up a factory?”
“Hey, it’s your own illegal material. Just don’t rope me into any of this.”
Lukela smirked and said, “I wasn’t planning to.”
The following day, Lukela had his spell book open, working on a perfecting a spell, seemingly alone in the barn. A blue flame floated above his flattened paw, and the fat fox admired its dance. “Flame-sha Extinguisha!” he muttered and the flame disappeared. “Wow, I feel cringed all of a sudden. It wasn’t the fat fox’s fault if someone of the spells sounded like they were written by children.
The fat fox cleared his throat and proceeded to conjure another spell. He closed his eyes, propping up his forepaws. He chanted in some indistinguishable language as his paws started glowing. It was at this moment that Clayton, Shadow and Kendra trotted in the barn.
“It appears Luke is busy. . . perfecting magic.” Kendra said, grinning widely. “Radioactive substances. He could at least told me the truth.”
Clayton said, “The farm is famous for its magical beings. Lukela should be proud of this. He shouldn’t hide it.”
“However, Luke wanted not to make a big deal about him being a mage.” Shadow added. “Like myself, but I agree with what you said, Clayton.”
Clayton trotted to Lukela, with Shadow and Kendra on their toes. “Luke?” he asked, tapping the fat fox’s shoulders.
The fat fox yelped and emitted a beam onto the barn’s floorboard. A portal opened and its force thrust the four inside before vanishing. The four land where there are tombstones everywhere, surrounded by a tall gate. What luck. It’s always pleasant to land where the departed are buried.
“We were at the farm, now we’re at a cemetery in the middle of nowhere,” Clayton’s fur prickled, ears drooping. “And something tells me we might spend Christmas here.” He turned to Lukela and asked, “Luke, could you may have cancelled your spell before you allowed it to take control?”
“How would I know you were behind me?” Lukela defended his actions. It was nobody’s fault. “Let’s see if there’s a way out. A spell got us into this mess, so one can get us out. The problem is that my spell book is at the farm.”
“Magic!” Kendra exclaimed. “Anything can happen.” She rubbed her temples, trying to calm down. She eyes up at the full moon and the stars. Her gaze then focused on an ominous blue light. Rubbing her eyes, Kendra saw that it was a ghost of a Doberman. It had bullet holes on the forehead; tire marks on the side. The ghost’s presence made Kendra yelp in surprise. “Holy crap! Clayton! Shadow! Lukela!” Kendra raced to the three, nearly losing her footing.
The Doberman floated, appearing in front of Kendra. “It’s such a shame I’m dead. You look lovely.” It said.
Clayton growled. “I would appreciate it if you don’t flirt with my girlfriend.”
The Doberman smirked as his paw phased through Clayton’s chest before pulling out his spirit. He did the same to Kendra. Shadow and Lukela eyed to Clayton and Kendra’s bodies as they fell lifeless on the grass. “Now you’ll be together in death.” He then returned their spirits to their appropriate bodies. Once Clayton and Kendra regained consciousness, Kendra shrieked, “What the heck is wrong with you?! You leave our spirits alone!”
Clayton added, “Even though what you did was wrong, with us being the only ones of the living here, things get quite boring here?”
The Doberman nodded. “It’s not every day that I’m greeted with ones with a heartbeat. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Dirk. And I know of a way out of your hellhole. I used to be a wizard myself in my days. Until I got shot and ran over. Talk about unfortunate luck.”
“What do we need to do?” Kendra asked.
“Why are you in such a hurry?” Dirk wanted to know. “We’re all friends here.”
Lukela fidgeted with his paws, his toes dragging against the blades of grass. His ears perked as he said, “Dirk, Christmas is next week, so we would like to spend the holidays with our friends, and they must be worrying about us.”
“Well, in that case, lemme talk with my mate, Helene. Follow me.” Dirk floated to a nearby gravestone. The ghost of a husky waves as she embraced the Doberman.
“Dirk!” she exclaimed. “You brought people of the living with you! How did they arrive here?”
“Magic.” Lukela muttered. “Why don’t we tell everyone my screw-up! Deceased people of the cemetery. . . I, Lukela A. Foxworth, ruined Christmas by screwing up a spell!”
Shadow assured Lukela that it wasn’t his fault. “Come now, we accidentally surprised you when you were busy working on a spell. It happens to anyone.” He eyed to the Husky ghost. She had a graying muzzle, her tail could no longer curl and the back legs had given ways half a century ago.
“Which one of you is Lukela?” Helene inquired.
The fat fox raises his paw.
“My child, you’ll need an eye of a toad, canine blood, saline, and locks of your friends fur,” said Helene. “Bring them to me and I’ll work on sending you and your friends back to where you came from.”
“A TOAD’S EYE?!” Clayton, at any moment, could faint at the thought of catching a toad and pulling its eye out. “Where would we even find one?”
Helene said, “Here, Dirk did say that he likes to tease people. He always liked tricking people into pulling out the eyes of toads. Look down at your paws.”
Sure enough on the ground were plucked toad eyes.
“That’s uncouth and disgusting,” Clayton groaned.
Shadow picked up one eye and winced. “Ewwwww, it’s slimy. Who’ll have to make the potion? Luke?”
Helene nodded.
Clayton glared at Shadow and said, “Shadow, you better wash your paws once we return to the farm.”
“For the canine blood, there is a blade here. If you’re squeamish with blood, you can do it in private. There are also vials here, too.”
“I’ll guess I’ll do it,” Kendra said. “If this ends up working and takes us home.”
Anything, if anything, this became a moment that neither one of the four will forget.
“Good, that’s good. However, the potion takes twenty-four hours to make,” Helene noted. To the sound of groans, she calmed the four down. “Now spending the night in a cemetery might not be the best ordeal, but you want to get home.”
It was for the best not to fight. The four lay on the ground, and one-by-one they went to sleep.
The star-spotted Dalmatian woke to his name called. “Mmmm. . . Just give me five more minutes. I want to go back to sleep.” He rubbed his eyes and they nearly popped out of their sockets at the sight before him.
Lukela, Clayton, and Kendra all floated above Shadow, their bodies a bluish hue. Shadow eyed the bodies of his friends. Eyes closed. Unmoving. Still and stiff.
“Join us, Shadow.” Kendra’s ghost laughed, giddy. “Have you tried crossing over yet?”
The ghost of Clayton showed no tremble in his voice as he said, “You know you want this. We’re defying gravity! Our paws are off the ground.” Even after his spirit separated from his body, Clayton wasn’t upset but happy. Kendra and Clayton are happy that they’re dead? Something doesn’t add up.
“Clayton! Kendra! Lukela!” Shadow shouted, eyeing up at the three ghosts. “You’re dead and you’re celebrating?!” “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Lukela’s ghost smiled widely at Shadow.
Clayton and Kendra followed suit. Smiles all around.
“Yeah, but still. This is awkward. Normally, Clayton, you’ll be uncomfortable being a ghost. You, too, Kendra!” Shadow couldn’t find a plausible way to process this.
“Kendra, I know you would want to fly if given the chance to, but you should be living with dragon wings that you can sprout at will!”
“Oh, forget about that.” Kendra’s ghost replied. “Complete the circle.”
Shadow’s eyes fluttered open as Clayton bumped into Shadow after nature called. “Clayton? I’ve had the strangest dream. I dreamt that you, Kendra, and Lukela were ghosts.” he said. “I know you’re actually living, but. . . It felt like I sensed you were deceased.”
Clayton rubbed Shadow’s back. “We need to go back to the farm as soon as possible. But I’ll be alive for as long as I can be. I’m not going anywhere.”
Shadow smiled and instead stayed up until Kendra and Luke woke up.
“Okay, Lukela... mix the frog eye with Kendra’s blood and then try shedding a tear.” Darkness enveloped the cemetery, but the four were wide awake.
A chalice stood in front of Lukela. Following every direction Helene told him, the chalice illuminated. Lukela closed his eyes and thought about melancholy things. Sure enough, at the same time Clayton, Kendra and Shadow dropped their locks of fur in, a tear dropped from Lukela’s right eye.
“And now it’s done!” exclaimed Helene.
“And we drink it?” asked Shadow. “One sip, I presume?”
Helene and Dirk nodded.
Dirk added, “And Lukela, this is for you.” A scroll conjured up in Lukela’s paw.
“What’s this?” The fat fox wanted to know.
“The spell that you can say to go back home the next time your friends surprise you whilst working on a spell.”
Lukela opened the scroll. In calligraphy, the text read:
There’s a portal near the entrance. Use that next time.
~ Dirk Doberman.
The two ghosts watched as the four had their share of the potion. In the blink of an eye, Clayton, Kendra, Lukela, and Shadow dematerialized. They appeared back on the farm, all limbs attached.
“We’re back!” Kendra said, smacking her muzzle. “But I’m gonna get some water to get rid of the potion’s taste. Anyone wanna come with?”
Clayton, Shadow and Lukela all shot up their forepaws.
As the four made their way to Hiccup Hole, they were met with a blonde plump Dalmatian, Rosalina. “Oh, you guys are back!” she said. “And who’s this?” She eyed Lukela, never seen his face before.
“This is Luke,” Clayton replied. “Luke, fellow fat fur, Rosalina.”
“Nice to meet you, Luke!” Rosalina gave him a welcoming smile. “We were getting worried about you. Though Stiffle is a long way away from here. Anyway, come on, follow me! We’re about to have our Christmas party at my club! And you’re all invited!”
With Clayton, Kendra and Shadow followings Rosalina, Luke may be new on the Dearly farm. However, he will get the hang of normalcy. Maybe even apply at Rosalina’s club.
“All the any job openings taken? I would like to apply.” Luke said.
Things may seem back to normal, but with Luke, things may become bizarre quicker than normal.
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