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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 Two-Tone on Jun 8, 2021 23:52:38 GMT -5
talk about a bad kid. this is getting good by the moment
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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 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 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 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 Two-Tone on Jun 12, 2021 1:19:20 GMT -5
who's Tommy indeed, we'll find out next chapter.
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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 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 14, 2021 12:22:04 GMT -5
101 Dalmatians (alphawolfbraver version) Chapter 14: East Bergholt The next morning, Pongo checks to see if the coast is clear.
PONGO: No one’s around. (he walks back to Perdita and the puppies): Alright everyone, follow me.
PERDITA (To the cows and collie): Thank you for letting us rest here overnight.
COLLIE: Our pleasure. You’d better head off now.
The biggest Dalmatian pup, learned to be named Duke, grabs the crossbar of the cart with his mouth.
DUKE: Okay, littlest puppies, in you come.
The smallest puppies hopped aboard, Patch letting Cadpig jump on his head before landing in the cart.
PATCH: Everyone comfortable in there?
The smallest puppies give yaps of affirmation.
CADPIG: Personally, I’d rather be carried by you, Patch.
PATCH: Aww. I’ll run beside your cart, okay? See how well I can keep up.
CADPIG (Smiling): Okay!
COBALT: You lot go ahead. I’ll use my scarf to cover our tracks.
PONGO: Good plan, Cobalt. I’ll help if I can find a branch, too. Perdy, you run ahead with the puppies.
PERDITA: Got it, dear. Let’s go everyone!
With that, the Dalmatians and Cobalt set off as quickly as they could, the collie and the cows bidding them farewell. Perdita leads the Dalmatian puppies over a hill and across a road. Cobalt walks backwards, sweeping the tracks with his scarf. Pongo stayed a bit in front of his adoptive son, but, when he came across a branch with palm leaves that had fallen off a tree, he grabbed it, and started to walk backwards, too, helping Cobalt sweep away the tracks.
COBALT: There are several confusing things about that branch.
PONGO: It may be confusing, but, it was a good thing it ended up here.
COBALT: Yeah. I suppose geographical and botanical accuracy is a bit of a moot point.
PONGO: Indeed. I wonder how far away we are from the village…
The respite is broken by a loud and familiar horn.
COBALT: Cruella! We better book it!
PONGO: Right, Cobalt. I just hope Perdy and the other puppies are safe.
The two dogs rushed off as quickly as they could. Cobalt still had his scarf and Pongo hid the branch. Cruella stops near the branch.
CRUELLA: Well, now, what have we here? (she notes the tracks Cobalt and Pongo had made in their haste to get out of sight): Well! (chuckling): So, they thought they could outwit Cruella. Ha-ha-ha-ha. (blares her horn): Saul! Jasper! Horace! (their cars pull up next to Cruella’s): Here’s their tracks heading straight for the village!
JASPER: There’s not that many tracks. It’s definitely them, though.
CURELLA: There was a heavy snowstorm last night. It probably covered most of them up.
HORACE: What if they swept some of their tracks?
JASPER: Dogs ain’t that smart, you idiot!
CRUELLA: Seeing as 99 PUPPIES managed to elude you for THIS long, I beg to differ!
SAUL: Ahem. If I may, Cruella, it’s probably best if we split up. You and I take the main road and Horace and Jasper work their way south on the side road, we can cut them off in East Bergholt.
CRUELLA: Good idea. (she starts driving like a maniac down the mainroad, nudging Jasper and Horace’s truck down the side road): See you in East Bergholt!
Meanwhile, at the little town, a labrador is waiting.
LABRADOR: Pongo, Perditia, I’m so glad you’ve made it. I’ve got a ride home for you!
PONGO: A ride home?! Perdy, did you hear that?
PERDITA: For all of us?
TWO-TONE: You mean we don’t have to walk or take the cart anymore?
LABRADOR: If we can manage it.
PERDITA: We’ve got a ride home. Come on, children.
COBALT: I think we should bring the cart. It’d be irresponsible to leave it behind since Tommy wants it back.
CADPIG: Good point, Cobalt.
LABRADOR: We’ll figure that out. Now, in here, everyone.
The Labrador leads the puppies into the old blacksmith shop, while gesturing for Pongo and Perdita to climb up to the window. They see a removal van.
LABRADOR: See the van down the street? It’s going to London as soon as the engine’s repaired. And there’s room for all of you.
PONGO (Chuckling): Must be the biggest van in the world.
Perdita couldn’t help but chuckle, too. Though, the lighthearted anecdote was quickly halted when they saw two cars pull up.
PERDITA: Pongo, there’s Cruella and Saul.
The two De Vil cars slowly drive past the blacksmith shop, causing the adult dogs to duck. When the cars pass, Pongo poked his head up again to see the Baduns looking for the dogs.
PONGO: Yes and there’s Jasper and Horace.
PERDITA: Pongo, how will we get to the van?
PONGO: I don’t know, Perdy. But, somehow, we’ve got to. Cobalt, your clever thinking has gotten us this far. What do you recommend?
Before Cobalt could think about the situation, there was a surprised yelp.
LUCKY: Mother, dad, Patch pushed me in the fireplace!
PATCH: I DID NOT! You fell in yourself!
CADPIG: Lucky, Patch, please!
Cobalt suddenly makes his trademark expression of inspiration striking.
COBALT: That’s it!
He removes his glasses, tucks them into his scarf, rushes to the fireplace, and starts to roll around.
PERDITA: Cobalt, what on earth…
COBALT (Emerging completely black): Look! I’m a Labrador! We’ll all roll in the soot and be Labradors!
LABRADOR: Say, that IS an idea.
PONGO: Great idea, son. (he proceeds to roll around in the soot, too): Come on, kids. Roll in the soot.
FRECKLES: You mean you WANT us to get dirty?
JEWEL: That is a bit surprising.
PENNY: Mother, should we?
PERDITA: Cobalt’s ideas haven’t failed us yet. We better play along.
PEPPER: This will be fun!
FRECKLES: I always wanted to get good and dirty.
The puppies all proceed to roll around in the soot, which completely conceals their spots.
PONGO: That’s the stuff, the blacker the better.
LABRADOR: There are 99 dalmatian puppies, right?
PERDITA: That’s correct.
LABRADOR: Well, that divides evenly into 9, so, I suggest we have eleven puppies go out in each set.
COBALT: The first group should take the cart to the van. I think I’ll tag along with the last group. The Banduns don’t see any use in me if I get uncovered.
DUKE: Good plan. I’ll pull it myself and even lift it into the van.
LABRADOR: I’ll take the first group. Pongo, as you’re already covered, you go out with the second one. Perdita, once you're done, you’ll go out with the third. You two keep going back and forward with the rest and I’ll help the puppies onto the van.
PERDITA: It’s a plan, sir. Thank you.
The Labrador leads the first eleven puppies out.
LABRADOR: Stay right with me, kids.
One of the puppies, another one from Prince and Missis’ litter, giggled.
PRINCESS (Giggling): We’re going to fool the old mad lady.
The puppies carefully slipped past the Baduns and as Duke said, he lifted the cart onto the van.
LABRADOR: Strong pup…
He started to lift the puppies onto the van one by one. Horace notices them and a thought occurs.
HORACE: Hey, Jasper. Do you suppose they’ve disguised theirselves?
JASPER (Sarcastic, but, hiding it well): Say now, Horace, that’s just what they did. Dogs is always paintin’ theirselves black. (genuinely, bonking Horace’s head): You idiot!
Cobalt overhears this.
COBALT (Whispers): Again, glad Horace is the submissive one.
PONGO: So far, so good. Perdy, you best get on your makeup. I’ll go out with the next 11.
Cobalt had organized the remaining puppies into groups of 11.
COBALT: The second group is ready.
PONGO: Excellent, son. Okay, stay close, everyone.
Pongo barely had to avoid a drop of snow falling onto him when Cruella’s car was parked just outside the old shop. When she was about ready to rat out on the Baduns, Pongo leads his group out quickly and quietly toward the van. He approaches the Labrador and the true black dog starts to load Pongo’s group onto the van without a word.
PONGO: Do you think they’ve seen us?
PRINCESS: No, dad, but, look.
PONGO (Seeing the van’s exhaust bellowing): Goodness. Thanks, Princess.
He rushes back and Perdita already has the third group out.
PONGO: Hurry, Perdy. The van’s almost ready to leave.
COBALT: We better hurry!
Pongo and Perdita rushed backwards and forwards with the puppies. They were on the 8th batch, with Perdita leading them to the van, when the van’s hood is closed.
LABRADOR: Better get aboard, missus.
Perdita jumps aboard and grabs the puppies that the Labrador passes up to her.
PONGO: One batch left. I’ll get the rest. (Cobalt frantically waits for Pongo, who rushes in the door): I’m here. Hurry, kids.
The last 11 Dalmatian puppies and Cobalt follow their father out in the open, narrowly avoiding Cruella’s car. The mad woman was watching suspiciously.
LUCKY: She’s watching us, dad.
PONGO: Keep going, pups. Keep going.
Unfortunately, melting water droplets from the icicles start to fall onto Pongo and the puppies, starting to turn their soot covered fur back to white. Cobalt notices and quickly heads for the van.
COBALT: Hurry, guys!
The puppies zip ahead of their dad/adoptive dad as the Labrador quickly picks them up one by one, putting them into the van.
COBALT: Put me up last, sir.
The Labrador understood and went for the last Dalmatian puppies.
COBALT: 97… 98… uh oh. Where’s Lucky?!
A big patch of snow fell right onto Lucky and Pongo quickly picked him up. Unfortunately, his whole coat was clean. Cruella spots this.
CRUELLA: Jasper! Horace! (she impatiently blasts the car horn, while Jasper, Horace, and Saul struggle to burst through the shed door) SAUL! (They then accidentally knock it down right into her face, as it turns out she was parked right outside): There they go! In the van!
The Labrador passes Cobalt to Perdita as Pongo leaps into the van with Lucky just in time for the van to leave.
LABRADOR: Farewell, Pongos and puppies. Safe journey home.
CRUELLA: AFTER THEM!
Saul jumps into his car while the Baduns board their truck. Inside the van, Pongo and Perdita help the puppies to hide in various bits of furniture. Suddenly, Cobalt’s eyes widen in horror.
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Post by Two-Tone on Jun 14, 2021 22:16:30 GMT -5
oh here comes trouble!
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Post by alphawolfbraver on Jun 14, 2021 23:13:59 GMT -5
Yeah. Chapter 15 goes up tomorrow morning.
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Post by Raine Dearly on Jun 15, 2021 5:32:45 GMT -5
Really good stuff my friend. It actually looks more interesting than the film.
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Post by alphawolfbraver on Jun 15, 2021 9:34:58 GMT -5
I used elements from the '61 film, the book, and a bit of the tv series.
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Post by alphawolfbraver on Jun 15, 2021 12:47:51 GMT -5
101 Dalmatians (alphawolfbraver version) Chapter 15: The chase COBALT: Cruella’s on our tails again!
BINGO: Hide, everyone!
The puppies duck in various draws, under beds, behind sofas, basically any household bit of furniture they could hide behind, under, or in. Cruella speeds up and drives beside the van, trying to force it off the road.
TRUCK DRIVER: Hey, lady, what in thunder are you tryin’ to do?! (Cruella ignores him): Crazy woman driver.
Saul follows timidly behind, practically drenched in his own sweat.
SAUL: How I ended up marrying this girl, I will never know. It’s times like this I wish I weren’t so spineless.
Curella appears on the other side and slams into the van again. The driver attempts to fight back. Some of the puppies are close to falling out, but, manage to stabilize themselves. Cobalt nearly falls out, only to grab onto the side. Perdita pulls him back in.
COBALT: That was too close.
PERDITA: Indeed, dear. I’m just glad you’re okay.
Cruella and the van reach a narrow bridge.
PONGO: Uh oh… now what?
Cruella is unable to stop herself from reaching the gorge the bridge crosses.
PERDITA: Gracious, Pongo, look!
The Baduns’ truck is seen up a hill.
HORACE (Concerned): Jasper!
JASPER: There ain’t nothin’ to it! I’ll give him a nudge... (cackling): And shove him in the ditch! Ha-ha!
Meanwhile, Cruella drives herself out of the trench, losing some of her car doing so. She didn’t care at this point and started to drive toward the van once more. As she knocked it this time, Cadpig was close to the edge and nearly fell out. Perdita lunged out and caught her by the tail, yanking her back into the van.
PATCH: Cadpig! (he rushes over to her): Oh, Cadpig, are you alright? (the frightened Cadpig nuzzles into her big brother closely as his voice goes into a gentle whisper): There now.... Big brother Patch is here.
Cruella hooks her car to the van and climbs into it, her eyes spiraling red.
COBALT: NO!
He sinks his teeth right into one of Cruella’s fingers.
CRUELLA: OUCH! Ouch ouch ouch ouch! (the sudden speed had removed the soot from Cobalt, revealing his true colors to Cruella): A mongrel!
All the Dalmatians' eyes narrow at the insult as Cobalt suddenly has a glowing aura around him.
PRINCESS (To Jewel, who was the closest of the 15 biological puppies): Has there ever been a glowing aura around your adoptive brother before?
JEWEL: This is the first WE’VE seen of it.
The light from the aura blinds Cruella momentarily.
CRUELLA: What the.... Ugh! I can’t see. What’s going on?
COBALT (In his head): I didn’t know I could do that… whatever it is.
Cobalt suddenly lets out a deep bark that launches Cruella back into the seat of her car as his aura dies down.
PENNY: Why didn’t you tell us you could do that?
COBALT: How COULD I? It’s news to me, too!
TWO-TONE: But, it was very helpful indeed. Thank you, Cobalt.
PATCH: Your bark sounded like Thunderbolt from the TV show for a moment there.
Meanwhile, Horace accidentally rips off the steering wheel of the Baduns’ truck.
HORACE: Whoops…
JASPER: NOW look what you’ve done!
The truck loses control and collides with both Saul and Cruella’s cars. All three cars tumble off the edge of a cliff and crash into a ravine below. The Dalmatians and Cobalt all looked on, relief filling their bodies.
PERDITA: We’re home free now, children.
PONGO: Caramel, Dearlys, Nannies, we’re on our way.
On the way back, Cobalt looks at his paws as if contemplating what he had just done with what looks like a twinge of fear. Penny notices.
PENNY: Cobalt? Do you want to talk about what’s on your mind?
COBALT: Before today, I never realized I was capable of such things. Now that I know, I’m honestly terrified.
Penny gently presses her nose onto his.
PENNY: Your power saved us all from that devil woman. And for that, we couldn’t be more grateful.
PATCH: Besides, you’ve told us that we all have a different set of skills. How we use them is what defines us.
TWO-TONE: And you are defined as a brave and loving dog, who would put his family ahead of himself. You allowed us all to get on the van before you.
PONGO: Don’t forget. Your clever thinking got us all this far. If we hadn’t brought you along, I’m certain things would have been much worse for us.
PERDITA: Indeed, Cobalt. You have been a massive help on the journey. Caramel will be proud of you.
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