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Post by alphawolfbraver on Jun 13, 2021 13:29:42 GMT -5
101 Dalmatians (alphawolfbraver version) Chapter 13: The next day Come sunrise, Cruella arrives at Hell Hall to find an anxious Saul pacing the floor.
SAUL: Oh, dear. Oh, dear. (he spots Cruella approaching, cigarette holder holding a lit cigarette): Oh, uh, Cruella…
CRUELLA: Well? Is the job done?
SAUL: I… (gulps): I’m sorry, dear, but, the Dalmatians… seem to have… gone?
CRUELLA: You let them ESCAPE?!
SAUL: I don’t know how it happened, my precious! Horace and Jasper went after them, but, they still aren’t back yet.
CRUELLA: And what are you doing here?! CATCH THOSE PUPPIES!!!
SAUL: Y-yes, dear!
He frantically runs out the door to his own car in the backyard.
CRUELLA (Walking to her car): If you want something done right, never send idiots to do it for you!
She gets into her car and gives chase, searching for the Dalmatians. Meanwhile, Cobalt and the Dalmatians make it to a dairy farm.
COW 1: Just look, Queenie. Have you ever seen so many puppies?
QUEENIE: I honestly can’t say I have. Nor have I seen a blue one.
COW 3: The poor little dears. They’re completely worn out and half frozen.
COBALT: Not only that, but, most of us have used up most of our strength.
PERDITA: They all here, Pongo?
PONGO: Yes. All 99.
QUEENIE: The famous Pongo, Perdita, and Cobalt. We were so worried about you.
LUCKY: You’re famous, Cobalt?
COBALT: It looks that way.
ROLLY: I’m hungry, Mother. I’m hungry.
The other puppies make similar complaints.
PERDITA: I’m sorry, children.
COBALT (To the cows): Do either of you have any milk?
QUEENIE: Oh, yes. All of us have plenty of milk. Even if our calves are all grown up, we still produce it for the farmers.
ROLLY: Where is it, Cobalt?
COBALT (To Perdita): You want to lead them or should I?
PERDITA: We both can.
Both Cobalt and Perdita lead the puppies around the back. Soon, sixteen of the puppies start to drink from the cows’ udders.
COBALT: Now, we have to take turns.
QUEENIE: And not to fret. There’s plenty for all. (feeling a small puppy bite on one of her udders): Ooh!
COBALT: Sorry. I’ll tell the others to mind their teeth.
QUEENIE: It’s alright, dearie.
A collie brings in some scraps.
COLLIE: Please, take these. They’re a few scraps I saved for you.
PONGO: Thank you, sir.
COLLIE: It’s not much, but, it will hold you as far as East Bergholt.
COBALT: East Bergholt?
COLLIE: Yes. There’s a labrador there. His pet is a green grocer.
PONGO: We best rest for the night.
COLLIE: Of course. And not to worry. I’ll be standing watch from outside.
Soon, the Dalmatians and Cobalt fall asleep. The next morning, they make their way through the countryside towards East Bergholt.
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Post by alphawolfbraver on Jun 12, 2021 12:33:00 GMT -5
101 Dalmatians (alphawolfbraver version) Chapter 12: The little blue cart Tommy is revealed to be a two-year-old human boy.
COLONEL: This is my pet, Tommy.
Tommy was a young boy who loved dogs and believed he could speak to them. He makes strange chuckling noises that sound like neither dog nor human. Colonel seems to understand, though, as he replies in the same noises that Tommy understands.
PONGO: What’s he saying?
PERDITA: I’m not sure. I’ve never heard anything like this before.
COBALT: From what I can gather, Tommy’s too young to speak human properly and spends enough time around dogs to have a rough understanding.
After Colonel and Tommy finish their discussion, Colonel turns his attention back to Pongo and Perdita.
COLONEL: Tommy wishes to help. He has a little blue cart to carry the smaller puppies.
PERDITA: Well, every little bit helps.
Tommy pulls the little cart by the crossbar. Some of the smaller puppies manage to get inside of the cart. Among them is Cadpig, the smallest of all.
CADPIG: Can’t I ride on Patch’s head?
COBALT: Tell you what. Patch can walk beside the cart next to you.
PATCH: Yeah. I’ll make sure to keep you in my sights, Cadpig.
CAPTAIN: There’s a truck headed this way.
LIEUTENANT WILLOW: Oh, no! It’s Horace and Jasper! They’re following our tracks!
COBALT: We may have them outnumbered, but, they’re bigger than we are.
SERGEANT TIBBS: You’re right. It would be disastrous. Go out the backway towards the pastures.
Tommy opens the door to the backway. The Dalmatians and Cobalt make their way out with Tommy and the smaller dogs close behind. Once the cart’s out, Tommy closes the door.
COLONEL: We’ll hold them off to the bitter end!
Captain neighs bravely and Colonel confronts the Baduns at the front door of the barn.
JASPER: What do we got here? A barking haystack? Give it what for, Horace! (Horace swung his chair leg at Colonel; Colonel avoids the swings by backing up towards the hay; in an act of clumsiness, the momentum from the missed swing causes Horace to hit Jasper on the head, causing him to grunt in pain): Oh! You clumsy clod!
Colonel backs up more, while Sergeant Tibbs sets up on the hay loft taking hole of one of Captain’s ears.
HORACE (After he and Jasper enter the barn): They ain’t in here, Jasper.
JASPER: Nah, they’re hiding in the hay. Gimme a match. We’ll burn them out.
SERGEANT TIBBS (Whispers): Ready, Captain? Aim… (Captain revs one of his hind legs): Fire one! (Captain bucks Jasper in his rear, sending him flying into the barn wall): Fire two!
Captain bucks Horace in the rear, sending him flying into the barn wall on top of Jasper. Jasper, dazed from having his head go through the wall, starts coming to his senses.
JASPER (Seeing the tracks): Hey! There they go, the little sneaks! (he pulls himself out): Get in the truck! We’ll cut them off in half a mile!
Meanwhile, with the escaping dogs, Cobalt has a look of thought on his face.
PONGO: What is it, Cobalt?
COBALT: As long as we walk on the snow, we’ll be leaving tracks for the Baduns.
PONGO: Oh, dear. You’re right.
JEWEL: Oh, whatever shall we do?
COBALT (Spotting a frozen creek): I have an idea!
DIPSTICK: A frozen creek? Is it completely frozen solid?
COBALT: Having seen a number of frozen ponds on the way to Suffolk, I’d say so. Either way, ice is much harder than snow. So, if the ice is hard enough, our paws won’t leave an impression on its surface.
PERDITA: It will be slippery, but, we must take our chances.
COBALT (Looking back): And we better hurry! The Baduns are catching up!
The Dalmatians and mixed breed make their way under the road bridge over the creek. Soon, the Baduns are right on top of them.
JASPER: Come on, they can’t be too far!
HORACE: I’ve been thinkin’--
JASPER: Horace, what did I tell you about thinking?
HORACE: But, what if they walked over the froze-up creek so’s not to leave their tracks?
JASPER: Come on, Horace, you idiot. I already told you dogs ain’t that smart.
The Baduns drive away. As soon as the coast was cleared, the dogs make their way out from under the bridge and walked on the frozen creek. The ice was indeed frozen solid, so, there was no danger of them breaking through and sinking.
COBALT: Good job Jasper underestimates us. Unfortunately, Horace is too good at correctly guessing.
PATCH: I guess Horace isn’t all that dumb.
CADPIG: Good job he’s not the dominant one.
COBALT: We best hurry off now. Christmas comes in two days. We’ll want to be home by then.
So, the dogs walk on the ice so as not to leave tracks. To everyone’s surprise, Cobalt has the least difficulty walking on the ice.
LUCKY: My feet are slippery. I wish we could walk on the snow~! (he flops onto the ice): Oof!
COBALT (Carrying Lucky on his back): We can’t leave tracks. This is our safest option.
TWO-TONE: Hey, Cobalt. How are you able to stay upright on the ice longer than us?
COBALT: I think it might be because I’m part St. Bernard.
TWO-TONE: Really? That’s neat.
FRECKLES: How many different breeds are you?
COBALT: I don’t know. Does it matter at this point?
FRECKLES: I guess not.
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Post by alphawolfbraver on Jun 11, 2021 13:27:13 GMT -5
101 Dalmatians (alphawolfbraver version) Chapter 11: In the enemy’s camp and Sudden Danger Cobalt and the cats look through the hole in the wall and see Cruella and Saul in the room with Jasper and Horace watching tv. All the puppies were scattered everywhere around the room.
COBALT (Whispers): That’s WAY more than 15 of them.
SERGEANT TIBBS (Whispers): According to one of the puppies not from your group, there’s 11 groups which were brought to a grand total of 99.
CRUELLA: I’ve no time to argue. The job has to be done tonight!
HORACE: But, they aren’t big enough.
JASPER: You could barely get HALF a dozen coats out of the whole caboodle.
CATS (Whispers, pale with shock and sickened): Coats? Dog-skin coats?
COBALT (Whispers while subtly adjusting his scarf): My theory WAS correct!
LIEUTENANT WILLOW (Whispers): No animal deserves a fate like that.
SAUL: Speaking as a furrier with years of experience, they’re correct. Even the biggest ones are much too small.
CURELLA: Then, we’ll settle for half a dozen! We can’t wait. The police are everywhere! I want the job done tonight.
HORACE: But, how do we do it?
CURELLA: Any way you like. Poison them, drown them, bash them in the head. You got any chloroform?
JASPER: Not a drop since I used the aerosol knockout gas.
HORACE: And no ether, ee-ther.
JASPER (Bonking Horace’s head with his bottle): EYE-ther!
SAUL: Actually, both pronunciations are acceptable.
CRUELLA: Who cares about pronunciation? I just want the little beasts killed and right now!
The Dalmatians all cower at the sound of that. Among the few that didn’t was Patch, who had pulled Cadpig in close and was gently licking her. Cobalt listens with fury he desperately keeps under control.
JASPER: Aw, please, missus, have pity. Can’t we do it after the show?
HORACE: Yes, it’s “What’s my Crime,” our favorite.
As Jasper takes a swig from his bottle, Cruella swipes the bottle, causing him to sputter. Cruella then throws the bottle into the blazing fireplace, causing a powerful explosion. Once again, the puppies all cowered away and Patch held Cadpig close. Cruella then smacks the Baduns to make sure they receive the message clearly.
CRUELLA: Now, listen, you idiots! I’ll be back first thing in the morning and the job better be done or I’ll… I’ll, I'll call the police! (Horace and Jasper both stared at her as she screamed): DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!
She slammed the door shut, causing some plaster to fall from the ceiling. It missed the puppies, but, it hit Horace’s head.
SAUL: She means it, you know.
JASPER: Oh, we’ll get on with it when our show’s over, De Vil. (he turns the TV back on.)
SAUL: Very well. Once it’s over, report straight to me so that the puppies can be killed and skinned. (walking off while speaking under his breath): Oh, I feel Scotland Yard will have a field day investigating this.
As Horace and Jasper were engrossed in their show and Saul and Cruella had left the room, the cats and Cobalt slipped in through the hole in the wall.
COBALT (Whispers): Hello?
PENNY (Whispers): Cobalt? Is that you?
She and her biological siblings look and see Cobalt, recognizing him at once. They all happily dogpile him.
LUCKY (Whispers): Cobalt! Are we glad to see you!
COBALT (Whispers): Lucky, Penny, Patch, Pepper, Cadpig! (he’s covered in friendly licks by all 15 of his siblings): Oh my goodness, you’re all here.
He removes the tracking chip from his scarf and throws it onto the back of the couch.
TWO-TONE (Whispers): What’s that for, Cobalt?
COBALT (Whispering): So the police can find the hideout of the criminals that captured you in the first place.
JEWEL (Whispers): Good idea. Now, how do we get out of here? These guys are planning to kill us…
The two cats emerge from the crowd.
PRINCE (Whispers): Oh, I recognize these cats. They were here two nights ago.
MISSIS (Whispers): Are you going to help us escape, too?
SERGEANT TIBBS (Whispers): Yes. There’s a hole in the wall by the door.
LIEUTENANT WILLOW (Whispers): Follow us, kids.
COBALT (Whispers): Wait, some of these pups are too big to fit through the hole.
LIEUTENANT WILLOW (Whispers): Shoot… now what?
Cobalt has a thoughtful expression and looks at the door itself. Inspiration strikes.
COBALT (Whispers): We’ll use the door itself!
MISSIS (Whispers): Are you sure that could work? Cruella closed it when she left.
Cobalt walks to the door, unwraps his scarf, throws one end over the handle-style knob, and, while using the scarf to pull the knob, pushes the door open quietly.
PRINCE (Whispers): Whoa… (to the 15 puppies): You guys didn’t mention your brother was THIS clever.
LUCKY (Whispers): We’re proud of him. Besides, you should see him write a letter humans can read.
LIEUTENANT WILLOW (Whispers): Okay, pups, follow us. The exit is this way.
HORACE: Hey, Jasper! (at this shout, Cobalt and the cats duck for cover): Look! It’s old Meathead!
JASPER: Yeah, what do you know: Old Meathead Fauncewater!
Cobalt, Willow, and Tibbs jump back out again, relieved.
SERGEANT TIBBS (Whispers): Okay, kids. This way.
The puppies slowly start to follow Cobalt and the cats through the door. As the show wraps up, all the puppies are out.
TV SHOW HOST: I’m terribly sorry, but, we’re out of time.
JASPER: Now, ain’t that always the way.
TV SHOW HOST: Would it be possible for Mr. Fauncewater to come back next week? Then, we could finish our little game. (the guard puts his hand on Mr. Fauncewater, preparing to bring him back to his cell) Goodnight audience. See you next week at this same time on “What’s my Crime?”
Cobalt frees his scarf just as the Baduns get up.
COBALT (Whispers while running to the cats and Dalmatian puppies): Better hurry.
Meanwhile, the Baduns are looking around for something to use as a weapon. Jasper grabs a fire iron.
JASPER: I’ll pop them on the head, you do the skinning.
HORACE: Oh, no you don’t! (ripping off a wooden chair leg): It’s De Vil’s job to do the skinning. None of us know how.
JASPER: Hey, I was just kid- what in the name of?! They’re gone! They flew the coop! The door’s open! But… wait a minute, they can’t open the door. Maybe they went out through the hole.
HORACE: But, why’s the door open, then? This place don’t have no automatic doors. It barely has electricity.
JASPER: Maybe not, but, the place is rundown. Maybe the door opened due to the poor conditions of the place. Whatever the case, we better grab a torch and search the place.
Meanwhile, the puppies and cats are heading up the stairs. Fluffy was grooming herself upstairs when she heard the commotion.
FLUFFY: My goodness! The puppies and those cats from the barn. Are you all alright?
SERGEANT TIBBS: Far from it. The Baduns are on our tails.
FLUFFY: I know a secret exit where there are haystacks to jump down into the outside. Through this window.
She guides them to an open window.
LIEUTENANT WILLOW: One at a time, kids. I’ll go out and make sure they are safe on the outside.
She leaps onto a nearby tree to watch.
SERGEANT TIBBS: I’ll keep watch from in here.
One by one, the puppies jump into the haystacks below. Just as Cobalt is about to jump with Rolly, the Baduns enter the room.
FLUFFY: You go, I’ll distract them.
She rushed over to the Baduns, giving a soft meow.
JASPER: The Missus’ cat!
HORACE: How’d she get here from her place in London?
JASPER: Who knows what that story is? Don’t matter. We pop off this fleabag, she’ll have OUR skins!
After Cobalt, Rolly, and Sergeant Tibbs jump out, Fluffy pounces them with her claws unsheathed.
HORACE: OUCH! Or… maybe she’ll have our skins even if we DON’T pop her off…
Fluffy, in a mad frenzy, scratches Jasper and Horace rapidly. Meanwhile, Cobalt, the tabby cats, the puppies, and Colonel make a beeline for Colonel’s farm. Once there, Pongo and Perdita wake up to a satisfying family reunion.
PUPPIES: Mom! Dad! I sure missed you, Mommy! Here we are, Mommy!
PONGO: How did you all escape?
LUCKY: Cobalt opened the door to help us get out.
COLONEL: Oh, balderdash. Dogs can’t open human doors.
PENNY: But, he did! It’s true. He used his scarf to pull the handle.
PERDITA: Seems that scarf of yours is practical and innovative, Cobalt.
COBALT: In more ways than one.
PONGO: Everybody here? All fifteen?
PATCH: More than that now. He saved all 99 of us.
PONGO: W-what? Ninety-nine!? Where did they all come from?
PERDITA: What could Cruella want with so many?
MISSIS: She was going to make coats out of us.
PERDITA: She couldn’t!
COBALT: She’s married to a furrier, someone who makes clothes from animal pelts. That was the theory I didn’t want you to worry about.
PERDITA: She’s a devil… a witch!
COBALT: Well, I hope she smiled for the camera.
PONGO: We can’t let her do that. As for the others. We’ll take them home with us… all of them. Our pets would never turn them out. Wait, camera?
Cobalt removes his name tag on his scarf to reveal a smartphone, which he uses to play a recording of Cruella with Saul and the Baduns.
PERDITA: Oh, Cobalt, you’re so clever!
COBALT: That’s not even the best part. This recording was broadcast live to Scotland Yard. And none of them are the wiser.
PONGO: That is very good.
COBALT: We’re not out of the woods yet. Even if the villains don’t know they were caught, they’ll still notice 99 puppies missing. They’ll try to find them.
PERDITA: He’s right. We’ll have to find out how to stay undetected.
PONGO: Some of the pups can’t walk all the way to London.
CAPTAIN: What if you could find a ride that could carry all of you to London? Tommy should help with that.
PERDITA: Who is Tommy?
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Post by alphawolfbraver on Jun 11, 2021 13:25:29 GMT -5
One of the alternate designs for Penny.
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Post by alphawolfbraver on Jun 10, 2021 12:28:56 GMT -5
101 Dalmatians (alphawolfbraver version) Chapter 10: What they saw in the Folly As the night wore on, the trio pass many villages and soon meet up with Towser.
TOWSER: Pongos, young pup, you’ve made it. Thank goodness.
COBALT: We’ve been out of range of the Twilight Bark. How are the puppies?
TOWSER: As far as I’m aware from the last word from the Colonel, they are fine. However, you may be in for a little surprise. A rather nasty one at that.
PERDITA: W-what is it?
TOWSER: No sense worrying about it now. You’ve travelled a long way. The Colonel’s not too far away now. I’ll guide you there. Just now that the puppies aren’t in any immediate danger.
PONGO: Oh, thank you so much.
Towser led the Dalmatian couple and the pup down the countryside, where Lucy was keeping her eyes out for anything unusual. Soon, the trio is brought to the Colonel’s farm. Captain is on alert at the stable.
CAPTAIN: The famous Pongos and their adoptive pup. It’s so good to see you. I expect you’ll want to rest after the long trip.
PERDITA: We do need to keep our strength up, yes. Thank you.
As the adult Dalmatians take their rest, Cobalt, Colonel, Lieutenant Willow, and Sergeant Tibbs hear the approach of a car.
LIEUTENANT WILLOW: I say, a car is heading for Hell Hall.
SERGEANT TIBBS: You’re right, Willow… no. It… it’s stopping at the gate.
COBALT: I vaguely remember seeing that car while my mother and I were on the run. I suggest we investigate.
SERGEANT TIBBS: Not you, young pup. You need to stay with your adoptive parents and keep their hopes at a reasonable level. My sister and I will check it out.
COBALT: I beg you, Sergeant. I need to see them for myself. Since they were captured, I’ve felt terrible guilt nagging at me that it was my fault. The guilt still lingers. The only way I can put this guilt aside is to see them for myself.
LIEUTENANT WILLOW (Sigh): Alright, but, please stay close to Tibbs and myself.
COBALT: I understand. Thank you.
Both cats, Colonel, and Cobalt took off from the barn, Lieutenant Willow and Sergeant Tibbs amazed at how much Cobalt could keep up with their longer strides and even overtake the Colonel.
SERGEANT TIBBS: If that’s how fast this puppy can go at that age, I can only imagine what will happen when he’s a full grown dog.
They jump over a small wall on the back end of Hell Hall. Cobalt and the tabby cats, being the smaller creatures, sneak in through a slightly open window.
LIEUTENANT WILLOW: Your brothers and sisters are through this crack in the wall. But, be very quiet, young pup.
Cobalt nods in understanding.
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Post by alphawolfbraver on Jun 9, 2021 11:54:56 GMT -5
101 Dalmatians (alphawolfbraver version) Chapter 9: Hot buttered toast The dogs had explained their story to the Spaniel.
SPANIEL: Oh, you poor dogs. Do come with me. I can allow you to shelter with me for now. Sir Charles, my pet, needs me at twilight. He’s in his bath right now.
PONGO: Thank you kindly, sir.
The spaniel led the trio to his house.
SPANIEL: Have breakfast while you’re here. It’ll do you good.
COBALT (Sniffing around): Where is it?
The spaniel led the dogs to a large plate of meat.
PERDITA: Oh, this does look appetizing.
COBALT: Having so little food throughout the journey, I’m willing to be flexible with the food provided.
PONGO: Thank you, sir. The last thing we had was some bread and butter that a rude boy was taunting us with.
The three dogs began to take some bites of the meat from the plate as the spaniel’s eyes went wide.
SPANIEL: Gracious. I see both that you’re truly ravenous right now and that you’ve met Dennis.
COBALT (Swallowing): You know him?
SPANIEL: Unfortunately. The boy’s a menace.
PERDITA (Swallowing): Why is he so cruel to dogs?
SPANIEL: Not just dogs, but, animals in general. He throws rocks at any animal that crosses his path. Why he does it, I can’t say.
PONGO (Swallowing): That’s just awful. No animal deserves to be treated with brute force or to be injured.
SPANIEL: My sentiments exactly.
After a while, the three dogs finished up all the meat on the plate and were licking up any portions they missed. Soon comes a rather elderly gentleman.
PONGO: Uh oh. We’d better hide or leave before we overstay our welcome.
SPANIEL: Oh, no need to worry. Sir Charles is a very welcoming human.
Sir Charles sees the four dogs in the kitchen.
SIR CHARLES: Made some new friends, boy? (he strokes the spaniel lovingly): That’s wonderful. There’s hardly any dogs in the neighborhood besides you. Those Dalmatians bare quite a resemblance to the ones I used to know 50 years ago. And what an adorable puppy. I wonder if they adopted it. (he gently pets the dogs): Did my boy share his food with you? He’s such a good boy like that. How about a spot of tea?
One by one, the dogs gently pushed their noses into Sir Charles’ hand. The gentleman heads to the fireplace and lights a fire and collects a silver kettle.
COBALT: He seems quite respectable.
SPANIEL: He’s had dogs for a very long time. I don’t know if he was married or not, so I can understand why he values four legged friends for company. (chuckling): I’ve never been able to find myself a loving female canine, but, I can tell your adoptive parents are devoted partners. He’s getting on in years, but, seeing you Dalmatians has made him happier than I’ve seen him in years.
PONGO: We’re glad we could help, even if we didn’t mean to.
Soon, the tea is ready.
SIR CHARLES: Oh, I’d better get that.
He removes the kettle and pours the tea into the silver doggy bowls. The Dalmatians and Cobalt lap it up gratefully.
COBALT: It’s nice and warm, too. Amazing what a simple fireplace can do.
SPANIEL: Sometimes, the old way is the best way of doing things. But, I wouldn’t rule out modern technology altogether. It has its uses.
PERDITA: The police are tracking our collars while we’re on our way to rescue our puppies so they can stop Cruella and her minions. We have young Cobalt to thank for the idea.
SPANIEL: You thought of that all by yourself?
COBALT (Bashfully): Well, when Pongo suggested leaving the collars to keep the humans from interfering, the idea simply came to me.
SPANIEL: You are most clever for your age, young Cobalt. I’m sure your adoptive siblings will be grateful when you do reach them. (meanwhile, Sir Charles is using a toasting skewer to toast some slices of bread over the fireplace; the spaniel begins sniffing the toast cooking): Well, looks like it’s time for some toast. Come on, you three. There’ll be enough for all of us.
Each time Sir Charles finishes one slice of toast, he butters it and gives it to one of the dogs. He starts with Cobalt.
SIR CHARLES: There you go, little one.
COBALT (Eagerly takes a bite and swallows): Mmm, that is good. It’s times like this I wish humans could understand dogs.
Then he offered one to Perdita.
PERDITA (She takes a bite, smiling as she swallowed it): Simply delicious.
Sir Charles then gives a slice to Pongo.
PONGO (Taking a bite and swallowing): What lovely food.
Sir Charles then offers a slice to the spaniel.
SIR CHARLES: Sorry, old boy. Guests come first, you know.
SPANIEL (Smiling and licking Sir Charles’ hand): I completely understand.
He then bent down and started to eat his own slice. This pattern repeats until all the bread is used.
SIR CHARLES (Chuckling): You all were very hungry. If I didn’t know better, I’d say that you three traveled a long way from home. But, I also feel you wouldn’t have done this without a good reason, so I won’t question it. (he then notices Pongo and Perdita’s name tags and smiles): Right down to the names, you remind me of them. (Pongo and Perditia exchanged a confused look, but, decided not to question what the kind old man said; he wouldn’t understand them anyway): They died over 50 years ago. (now understanding, Pongo and Perdita gently rubbed their heads on Sir Charles’ shoes when he sat down, causing him to smile): I haven’t long for this world, but, seeing you has shown me that dogs can go to heaven and be reborn. I always hoped so.
The old gentleman falls asleep in his chair.
PONGO (Whispers): You and your pet have been very kind to us.
SPANIEL: You’ve given my pet a great gift. For that, I’m grateful. You must go and rescue your puppies. You’re nearly at Withermarsh now.
PERDITA (Whispers): Understood, sir. Thank you and Sir Charles for your hospitality.
With their goodbyes made, the trio set off again.
COBALT: Bye, kind spaniel. Bye, Sir Charles.
SPANIEL: Good luck, Pongos and Cobalt. I’ll be rooting for you and so will my pet.
While on the run, Perdita grows curious about Cobalt’s theory on what Cruella plans to do with the puppies.
PERDITA: Cobalt, about that theory… I hope it isn’t true if it’s as unpleasant as you think.
COBALT: No sense in worrying about it right now. If we worry about it too much, we won’t be able to help anyone.
PONGO: Cobalt’s right, Perdy. We just have to focus on rescuing the puppies. Hope for the best and be prepared for the worst.
PERDITA: Right, Pongo. I hope we’re not too late.
COBALT: Well, if my theory is correct, they’re not in any immediate danger.
PONGO: Let’s push on as much ground as we can cover.
The trio rushed off with determination and faith deep rooted in them.
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Post by alphawolfbraver on Jun 9, 2021 7:23:25 GMT -5
Thanks.
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Post by alphawolfbraver on Jun 8, 2021 12:35:34 GMT -5
101 Dalmatians (alphawolfbraver version) Chapter 8: Cross Country Well rested and well fed, the trio of dogs soon reach a pond to drink from.
PERDITA: Oh, that’s nice. After all that running, we needed something to drink.
PONGO: Indeed. Though, it is a bit cold. I hope it doesn’t end up snowing on us while we’re traveling.
COBALT: As long as we keep sprinting, that should keep us warm.
PERDITA: And we do need to move quickly in order to save our precious little ones.
After they have their drinks, they sprint further and manage to keep warm in the snowy weather.
COBALT: Come on, we’ve got to get to that hall… whoa! (he falls through a deep patch of snow): I’m okay!
Pongo gently reached down to the snow patch and lifted Cobalt out. The little pup’s glasses are covered in snow.
PERDITA: I think it’s best you rest until the snow on your glasses thaws.
PONGO: Good idea, Perdy, but, I’m not sure where we should rest up.
COBALT: Just carry me on your back.
PONGO: Well… okay. Not all puppies stay small enough to do this forever and Perdy and I know for sure our biological puppies won’t.
Pongo gently put Cobalt down and he scrambled onto Pongo’s back.
PERDITA: Okay everyone, let’s carry on our quest.
PONGO: Hold on tight, Cobalt.
The Dalmatians rushed down the countryside, Cobalt enjoying every moment of his ride on his adoptive dad’s back.
COBALT: I wonder if this is how humans feel when they ride horses.
By the time they reach another lake, Cobalt’s glasses had thawed. This lake has a thin film of ice.
PONGO: This one’s starting to freeze up.
PERDITA: But, the ice is very thin… I wonder… (she taps it with her paw; cracks started to form): This ice is still fragile.
PONGO: That’s good news. (as Pongo went on talking, Cobalt slid off his back): We may be able to get a drink.
All three have a drink before heading off again. Along the way, the ponds have increasingly thick films of ice.
PONGO (Tapping increasingly harder): Come on, please break.
COBALT: Hmm… (he glances back and sees something) Ah ha. (He rushes off to grab a stick, which was rather thick, and taps it on the ice; cracks start to take form): There we go.
Enough of the ice breaks that the dogs can drink again.
PERDITA: Good job, Cobalt. If we all had your problem-solving skills, the world would be a better place.
Cobalt looked at his adoptive mother modestly for a second before proceeding to drink his fill on the water. Soon, they reach a pond with ice too thick to break.
COBALT: Oh, botheration. Not even the stick works.
PONGO: You did help us out for far longer than what we could break the ice with our paws, Cobalt. We’ll just have to make do for now. The sun’s almost up.
PERDITA: Let’s go, then.
The trio carried on their way. Soon, they find a row of cottages.
COBALT: Whoa… there’s so many of them. But… most of them look abandoned.
Most of the cottages did look run down and seen better days and all but a few of them had smoke coming from the chimmies. In one of them is a human boy in the window.
PERDITA: A child… I guess he’s here with one of his parents. Maybe both.
The boy spots them.
BOY: Ooh, dogs... (he steps out the door, holding a slab of bread and butter): Come and get it~.
Pongo’s ears prick up at the tone of voice in the boy. Cobalt, however, seems rather cautious.
COBALT: Something about that boy isn’t sitting right with me.
PERDITA: I feel the same way, dear. I say we head somewhere else.
PONGO: I have to agree. Let’s slowly walk away. (try as they might, the dogs are unable to resist the tempting smell of the bread and butter; their long journey had left them rather peckish, which whittles away at their resolve): Oh no… too hungry… it smells good…
They step onto the cobblestone path leading to the boy. The boy waits until they’re closer, stoops down, grabs a stone, and is about to throw it with all his might when Cobalt, as if he knows what’s to come, aggressively pounces the boy, seething in anger.
BOY: Hey, get off me… dog with glasses?
He was so confused he hadn’t noticed he dropped the bread and Pongo grabbed it before the dogs made a tactical retreat. They reach a haystack to settle in.
PERDITA: What a rotten kid. Haven’t his parents taught him manners?
COBALT: Evidently not. While me and my mother were on the run, we encountered quite a few children like him. That reaction back there is me acting on instinct.
PONGO: Given what we’ve just endeavored, we both understand. (he holds out the bread he was able to steal): Here, we can split this into three pieces.
COBALT: This should stave off hunger for a while.
Pongo breaks the bread into three slices as even as he could and gives a piece to his wife and adoptive son while taking the last piece for himself.
PONGO: This haystack should provide adequate shelter until nightfall.
PERDITA: Then we should be able to carry on our journey. (Cobalt begins digging a hole in the haystack): Are you comfortable, dear?
COBALT: Yes, thank you.
PONGO: We’ll get our own beds ready. Have pleasant dreams, Cobalt.
The dogs fall asleep for the day. As night falls, Cobalt wakes up first.
COBALT (Yawning): That was a refreshing sleep.
Pongo and Perdita both yawned and stretched awake, mere seconds behind their adoptive son in awakening.
PONGO: Ready to continue the quest, you two?
The trio are found by an old spaniel that was completely black with the exception of his muzzle, which was grey from age.
PERDITA: Oh, good evening, sir. We weren’t expecting to find another dog out here.
SPANIEL: I’m glad you did come my way. I seldomly ever get visitors, let alone three at once. Why, there’s not another dog close enough for me to hear the Twilight Bark.
PONGO: Oh, that would explain you are surprised. But, long story short, my wife, adoptive son and I are trying to find our biological puppies.
PERDITA: They’ve been dognapped by Cruella and her henchmen and they are planning on… (she shuddered at the intentions of the devil woman): I don’t know what they’re planning, but, I can’t bear the thought.
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Post by alphawolfbraver on Jun 7, 2021 22:52:12 GMT -5
One chapter a day.
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Post by alphawolfbraver on Jun 7, 2021 21:58:29 GMT -5
Thanks. The next chapter goes up tomorrow morning.
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Post by alphawolfbraver on Jun 7, 2021 20:17:53 GMT -5
Thanks. They were drawn by a close friend.
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Post by alphawolfbraver on Jun 7, 2021 12:12:58 GMT -5
101 Dalmatians (alphawolfbraver version) Chapter 7: At the old Inn The three dogs soon make it to a village in Epping Forest. With it being very early in the morning, the only human souls about were fast asleep.
COBALT: This looks like a good place to stop for the day.
PONGO: Right. We’ll regain our strength here.
COBALT: I propose we resume the journey come nightfall. Uninformed humans might spot us during the day, which will complicate things further.
PERDITA: Of course. And it won’t do us any good trying to find our puppies burning ourselves out.
So, the three looked for a place where they could rest without being seen. They had barely entered the sleeping village when they hear a quiet bark and are greeted by a burly golden retriever.
PONGO: Oh! Hello.
GOLDEN RETRIEVER: The Pongos, I presume?
PERDITA: Yes, that’s us, with a surrogate son we’re looking after.
GOLDEN RETRIEVER: All arrangements have been made for you by late Twilight Barking. Please follow me.
The Golden retriever leads the way while Pongo, Perdita, and Cobalt follow him. He leads them to an old, gabbled inn and then under an archway to an old, cobbled yard.
PONGO: Thank you very much. We’re very grateful.
GOLDEN RETRIEVER: Please drink here at my own bowl. Food awaits you in your sleeping quarters. Water could not be arranged as no dog can carry a full water bowl.
PERDITA: Thank you kindly.
The three dogs drink thirstily and gratefully.
GOLDEN RETRIEVER: My pride as an innkeeper tempts me to offer you one of our best bedrooms. They combine old world charm with all modern conveniences and no charge for breakfast in bed. However, it wouldn’t be wise.
PONGO: We understand, sir.
COBALT: We might be discovered by an uninformed human.
GOLDEN RETRIEVER: Don’t worry, I’ll stand watch. We’re putting you in the safest place we can think of. Naturally, every dog in the village was at the meeting after the late barking, where we learned we were to have the honor of receiving you. Step this way.
The four dogs trotted in the direction the Golden Retriever was leading them. At the far end of the yard are some old stables. In the last stable of all was a broken down stagecoach.
PONGO: Just the place for Dalmatians. Our ancestors were trained to run behind coaches and carriages.
PERDITA: Some people still call us coach dogs or carriage dogs.
GOLDEN RETRIEVER: And your run from London has shown you are worthy of your ancestors. Even this young pup. Do you have any Dalmatian ancestry in you somewhere?
COBALT: I think so. I have tons of ancestors from other breeds. I have the combined speeds of a greyhound and a German Shepherd.
GOLDEN RETRIEVER: It’s always fascinating to learn about dogs with mixed ancestry. I remember when I was just your age. We used to take this old coach out for the school picnic, but, no one has bothered with it for years now.
COBALT: So, it’ll be the last place any human would look.
GOLDEN RETRIEVER: Indeed, young one. But, just in case, my friends and I will keep our eyes out. If we sound the warning back, go out by the back door of the stable and escape across the field.
PONGO: Thank you, sir.
GOLDEN RETRIEVER: Three of my friends left a little something in the coach. Their pets are a butcher, a baker, and a sweet shop owner, respectively.
The three travelling dogs climb into the coach. Being smaller, Cobalt climbs rather clumsily.
GOLDEN RETRIEVER: Need a paw, young pup?
COBALT: That would be appreciated, yes. (the golden retriever allowed Cobalt to climb onto his head and he gently lifted him up to the coach): Thank you. (he joins the Dalmatians): Whoa, look at all that.
Among the meat provided was breaded chicken, a delicacy Cobalt had a keen liking for.
PONGO: How did you guys know Cobalt loves that?
COBALT (Bashfully): I may have let it slip when I was replying to my returning messages in the Barking Chain.
The Dalmatians couldn’t help but chuckle.
PERDITA: Well, you are still a puppy, so we can’t blame you.
Cobalt helps himself to the breaded chicken while Pongo and Perdita eat the meat chops. Between intervals, the dogs licked their lips to get the morsels of meat that stuck to it.
COBALT: That chicken was quite delicious. The butcher here really did it up right.
PERDITA: The chop was delicious, too. I know humans can’t always understand us, but, my compliments go out to the butcher. I’m almost quite eager to try the iced cakes and peppermint creams.
PONGO: I’d have to agree with you, Perdy.
COBALT: We’ll need to keep our strength up.
GOLDEN RETRIEVER: Indeed you must. (chuckling): I’d better get on patrol so I don’t tempt myself with your goodies. By tonight, I’ll arrange your dinner. Will steak and a chicken sandwich be satisfactory?
COBALT: More chicken? Yum!
PONGO (Chuckling): Yes, sir. That would be lovely.
GOLDEN RETRIEVER: It truly is an honor.
PERDITA: We couldn’t be more grateful for your hospitality, sir. And your friends, too.
GOLDEN RETRIEVER: We’re planning a plaque, hidden from human eyes of course, that says “The Pongos slept here.”
COBALT: A plaque?
PONGO: That’s what humans use to mark when someone does something honorable and brave.
COBALT: I understand.
GOLDEN RETRIEVER: My youngest lad is already on guard. He hopes to see you when you’re rested and get your pawprints to start his collection.
PERDITA: Understood, sir. Thank you very much.
GOLDEN RETRIEVER: A small guard of honor will see you out of the village, but, I shan’t let them waste too much of your time. Pleasant dreams, you three.
The Golden Retriever gave a respectful flick of his tail and went out to tend to his own job. After he leaves, Cobalt yawns and pushes his glasses off onto a seat near him before curling up in the hay bed and falling asleep. The two Dalmatians gently nose into each other and their eyelids slowly grew heavier.
PERDITA: I hope Caramel is doing okay with the Dearlys.
PONGO: I’m certain of it. She will give them lots of cuddles for us while we’re gone.
Both Dalmatians fell sound asleep, the echoing of the Twilight Barking not disturbing them. In fact, it soothed the trio of dogs, for the news that was being passed on was good. The puppies were being given more food than they can eat. Soon, night falls and the Golden Retriever, his wife, and their family all came to see the Pongos and Cobalt from their homes in the village.
GOLDEN RETRIEVER'S WIFE: The famous Pongos and their adopted pup. We’ve heard so much about you.
COBALT: Twilight Bark?
GOLDEN RETRIEVER’S DAUGHTER: Too right, young one. Word travels fast with the gossip chain. Though, I guess it’s not really a gossip chain this time.
COBALT: Anything can be useful if used right. I heard there was a young lad wishing to have our pawprints.
GOLDEN RETRIEVER'S SON: That would be me. Right this way. (the trio follows the young puppy, who gestures to a scrap of paper): Sign here, please.
Pongo, Perdita, and Cobalt dipped their paws in some nearby mud and pressed them onto the paper one by one, leaving three solid paw marks on the paper.
COBALT: There you go. We better head off. Luckily, the humans know my plan.
Just then, a corgi rushed over with a paper.
GOLDEN RETRIEVER: Gruffy, what’s that you’ve got there?
GRUFFY: It’s a police report. (he shows the Pongos): They are trying to find the pups by using the trackers in their parent’s collars.
COBALT: That was my idea.
PERDITA: It looks like it’s working like a charm. Well done, Cobalt.
GRUFFY: You came up with that idea?
COBALT: Yes. At first, Pongo thought the humans tracking us would interfere with the journey. But, I realized that we could use them to lead the police to the criminals who took the puppies in the first place, who most likely disabled the trackers on the puppies’ collars to avoid getting caught.
GOLDEN RETRIEVER: What an extraordinary idea!
GRUFFY: You’re very smart for someone so young. I’m sure your parents and adoptive siblings would be proud.
PONGO: Yes, he’s a very bright lad. But, we had best be off. Can’t stay in one place too long.
The other dogs from around the village had come to see Pongo, Perdita, and Cobalt off to wish them well. They bowed right and left to the gathered dogs and made their formal farewells.
GOLDEN RETRIEVER: Good luck, Pongos and young pup. If you lose your way, contact the barking chain. They’ll be standing by.
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Post by alphawolfbraver on Jun 7, 2021 11:04:41 GMT -5
Here's Pongo and Perdita's original 15 puppies in my 101 Dalmatians adaptation, illustrated by the talented Acutie. From left to right in the top image: Patch: The first of the 15 puppies birthed and the biggest of the litter, Patch was named because of the black patch on his ear and over his eye when he was born, a rare fault in Dalmatians, which are predominantly born with pure white fur. Patch came into the world with a bit of bad luck. This bad luck makes him incredibly insecure. Nonetheless, he's a very humble and responsible pup as well as a close friend of his youngest sister, Cadpig. Cadpig: The last of the 15 puppies birthed and the smallest of the litter, Cadpig is named after the British term for runt piglets. She's a very sweet puppy who uses her small size for great feats of agility. She enjoys sitting on top of Patch's head and hates being apart from him if she can help it. Rolly: The second of the 15 puppies birthed and the fattest of the litter, Rolly is known for his big appetite and clumsiness. While he's a far-cry from being the bravest pup and often thinks with his stomach, Rolly makes up for it with his fierce loyalty. Despite his love for eating, he's very sensitive about his weight and dislikes being called any word synonymous with fat. Freckles: The third of the 15 puppies birthed, Freckles was named because of the small spots on his face. Personality-wise, Freckles is an excitable and well-meaning little puppy. Missy: The fifth of the 15 puppies birthed, Missy is the first of the pups to be female. Personality-wise, Missy is quiet and very sweet. From left to right in the second image: Two-Tone: The sixth of the 15 puppies birthed, Two-Tone is the largest of the female pups and a bit of a tomboy. Her name comes from the fact that her spots are focused on her rear end, making it look like she's wearing pants. Personality-wise, Two-Tone can be a bit scatterbrained and despite her tomboyish personality, she's not afraid to show her girly streak. Patches: The seventh of the 15 puppies birthed, Patches is named for the two black patches on her eyes. Personality-wise, Patches is a rather clever puppy, setting effective traps using only what's available. Dipstick: The eighth of the 15 puppies birthed, Dipstick's name comes from his half-black tail. Personality-wise, Dipstick isn't the brightest bulb, having frequent lapses in common sense and being easily confused. While he's aware of his limited intellect, he has his moments of cleverness. Whizzer: The ninth of the 15 puppies birthed, Whizzer is named for his poor bladder control. Personality-wise, Whizzer is prone to nervousness and embarrassment from his bladder problems. Despite his nervousness, he has his moments of bravery. From left to right in the third image: Penny: The tenth of the 15 puppies birthed, Penny is a classic daddy's girl. Personality-wise, Penny is very gentle, sweet, and friendly. Jewel: The eleventh of the 15 puppies birthed, Jewel's name comes from the jeweled necklace-like spots around her neck. Personality-wise, Jewel is the most feminine of the puppies and often clashes with Two-Tone. Despite her vanity, she's a very polite young puppy. Pepper: The thirteenth of the 15 puppies birthed, Pepper's name comes from her spots making her look like she's sprinkled with pepper. Personality-wise, Pepper is a very excitable (peppery) little pup. Fidget: The fourteenth of the 15 puppies birthed, Fidget's name comes from his itching habit and flea problems causing him to fidget. Personality-wise, Fidget is a slightly irritable puppy. Because he often has fleas, he takes more flea baths than the other pups. Unlike the other pups, he actually enjoys the flea baths, volunteering for them when possible. Bingo: The fourth of the 15 puppies birthed, Bingo's name comes from the spot pattern on his back. Personality-wise, Bingo has a tendency to state the obvious, making everything he says "spot-on." Pun partially intended. In the final image is Lucky. Bio: Lucky: The twelfth of the 15 puppies birthed, Lucky's name stems from his unusual birth condition. Unlike his brothers and sisters, Lucky was born dead. He was saved by Roger massaging his heart, which lead to him being named Lucky. Personality-wise, Lucky can be described as arrogant and confident. He considers himself the leader of the pups, but, they turn to Patch for advise more. Lucky and Patch have a bit of a sibling rivalry, but, still care for each other. Despite this rivalry, they're still close brothers. Art: Acutie. Characters: Disney/Dodie Smith.
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Post by alphawolfbraver on Jun 6, 2021 12:23:14 GMT -5
101 Dalmatians (alphawolfbraver version) Chapter 6: To the rescue Upon returning home, the adult dogs find Cobalt still in the garden.
PONGO: You’ve heard the news, I take it.
COBALT: Yes. The puppies were found in Suffolk along with an old bone with SOS scratched into it.
PERDITA: Right. Come on. You, Pongo, and I must meet up with the Great Dane.
COBALT: You’re letting me tag along?
PONGO: Of course. Your mother said it was alright and, knowing of your willingness to help, we’re allowing it. I’ll carry you on my back whenever you tire. Now, we’ll leave as soon as we relinquish our collars. We can’t let the humans interfere.
COBALT: Wait. I have another idea.
PERDITA: Yes?
COBALT: Your collars and my scarf have satellite tracking chips, right?
PONGO: That’s right.
COBALT: Well, my idea is that we use that signal to lead the police to the criminals responsible for stealing the puppies in the first place.
PERDITA: Why, that’s brilliant!
COBALT: Then, we can make our way back, puppies and all!
PONGO: That is brilliant indeed, Cobalt.
COBALT: Well, let’s get on with it. We have a long way to go.
So, as soon as Cobalt rather inventively informed the humans, who relayed the plan to Scotland Yard, the three dogs set off into the night through the London fog towards Suffolk. They first meet up with Danny, the Great Dane.
DANNY: Ah, you’ve made it. Good. And I see you brought an extra set of paws.
COBALT: I’ll do what I can to help.
DANNY: Can you leave tonight?
PONGO: We can leave right now if it’s at all possible.
DANNY: Good. I’ll escort you three to Camden Road and give you further instructions. (Cobalt, in a fit of determination, runs surprisingly fast on his shorter legs): I say. That young one is surprisingly fast.
PERDITA: We’ve never seen him run that fast before.
PONGO: We best hurry to Camden Road and worry about that later.
As they ran to Camden Road, Danny was explaining the instructions. The adult dogs regroup with Cobalt at the bridge.
DANNY: And when you reach Withermarsh, talk to Towser, he’ll take you to the Colonel, and he’ll take you to your puppies at the De Vil summer chateau.
COBALT: De Vil?!
PERDITA: Oh, Pongo, it WAS her!
COBALT: Those men must have been hired to steal the puppies FOR her.
DANNY: Oh, someone you know?
PONGO: No time to explain. We need to go.
Pongo, Perdita, and Cobalt run into the tunnel, their voice echoing off of the walls inside as Danny wishes them luck.
DANNY: Good luck, you three! If you lose your way, contact the barking chain! They’ll be standing by!
Soon, the three exit the tunnel while Cobalt has an expression of deep thought. Pongo takes notice as they make their way to Suffolk.
PONGO: What are you thinking, Cobalt?
COBALT: Humans can track our collars up to nine miles away through their phones, right?
PONGO: Yes, of course.
COBALT: London and Suffolk are 67 miles apart and the truck the villains escaped with sounded like a real clunker. From a dent in the front, it had clearly seen better days. In that vehicle, it would take quite some time to get out of London with or without traffic. Yet, when the Dearlys tried using their phones to track the signals shortly after learning the puppies were stolen, they were nowhere to be found.
PERDITA: That’s true.
COBALT: Since the collars weren’t left behind, the villains must have somehow disabled the tracking chips when making their getaway.
PONGO: But, why go to the trouble of disabling the chips if they can simply leave the collars behind?
COBALT: Because if they had, police dogs would use the collars to track the scent of the puppy that wore them, preventing the villains from getting away with it.
PERDITA: Oh, dear.
PONGO: But, it’s a rather cowardly move sending someone to steal our puppies on her behalf.
COBALT: Cowardly, maybe, but, as much as I hate to admit it, it was rather clever. Cruella was already number one suspect to Roger. So, if she had stolen the puppies herself, that would incriminate her further. So, she hired minions to do it for her, which would divert suspicion from herself.
PONGO: Indeed.
COBALT: I’d wager she’s aware that police are everywhere and is using the threat of turning them into the police as a form of leverage over her minions.
PERDITA: From what I remember about her, I wouldn’t put it past her.
PONGO: If your theories are correct, we’re dealing with a devilishly cunning adversary.
PERDITA: Given the circumstances, we must be very careful. Can you deduce why she wanted the puppies in the first place?
COBALT: I have a theory for that, too. But, it’s not a pleasant one. We best save our mental energy for rescuing the puppies.
So, the three dogs continued on into the night, only stopping when they needed to. Even with the arrival of snow, the dogs pressed on.
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Post by alphawolfbraver on Jun 5, 2021 22:46:54 GMT -5
Thanks again.
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