One day Cruella de Ville was smoking her weird cigarette at the end of a stick thing while plotting on how to get those puppies for her fur coat. She decided to burn down the house the puppies resided in and steal the puppies while they ran out of the house. Completely forgetting that if she gets caught arson is a felony, she went on the begin collecting bombs and oil.
The night of the plot, she rigged the house while the owners and the dogs were out at Wal-Mart picking up a rotisserie chicken for the dogs. She then sat and played the waiting game until the family got home. "Dammit, where are they, I have a coat to make", she said. After the sun and the moon did that constantly changing to make it look like time is going by thing the family returned home. When they were snug inside the house, she screamed "ALLAHU AKBAR" at the top of her nicotine ruined lungs and hit the detonator. The entire block exploded in a ball of fiery fury. Just when she thought she was successful, she realized that the dogs had died in the explosion. "God damn it! I must have that scrumptious fur coat. I will now have to make it out of Bengal tiger fir", she proclaimed.
So she went to India and stupidly rigged the entire country with explosives. She waited until she knew the tigers would be sleeping, and screamed "ALLAHU AKBAR" again and detonated the country. There was a massive explosion, and she realized yet again that she killed all the tigers. But then she was arrested by the FBI and assassinated by a liberal, greenie, treehugging terrorist that was addicted to conservation of tigers. So she was dead, the crazy terrorist was killed by a tiger, quite ironically, and the world was safer, except for downtown London and the entire nation of India.