Hey guys. Yep, you guessed it. It's an Oliver & Company fic. Except there will be a few changes to the story. For starters, everyone will be an anthropomorphic cat or dog. And don't start comparing this to the perverted furry fetish, just think of it in terms of Brian Griffin from Family Guy. But back on topic, I'm sorry to say that Fagin, Sykes, Jenny, and Winston will nit be in this fic. I liked how the actual movie ended, but I want to see what happens when the artful Dodger personally adopts little Oliver as his son. Georgette may make a few minor appearances, and I'm definitely going to make Roscoe and Desoto do something big. Ladies and gentleman, without any further ado, I present to you my feature presentation.
Oliver's POV
It was a dark and stormy night in the ally poor Oliver had decided to take refuge in, taking as much heat as he could from his thin yellow and orange striped long sleeved shirt. He flinched as another bolt of lightning flashed, how he hated them; but that was the last thing on his mind now. Oliver just couldn't believe what his mother did to him. He remembered what she said in that tiny apartment, her throwing empty wine bottles and nearly hitting him, calling him those horrid names, and she even stooped so low as to throw him out to fend for himself in New York City.
Oliver was only nine years old, and he hardly ever left the apartment to learn any proper social skills with his peers, so it was going to be hard communicate with an adult that would help. Oliver covered his ears in a vain attempt to drown out the thunder, not caring how wet his clothes and damp orange fur were. It took about a couple of hours, but little Oliver was finally able to drift off to sleep, and rest his head peacefully against the dumpster.
Dodger's POV
Dodger sat in his bedroom in the apartment he shared with his friends, staring out the window while Hughey Lewis's song "Once Upon a Time in New York City" played quietly in his stereo. Whenever he was down he would always play that song to lift his spirits. Dodger really wished that the big billboard on top of the building next to them would get rid of that big picture of Georgette, an obnoxious looking model advertising another obnoxious perfume sample. Dodger didn't know her, but something about her just made his skin crawl. That wasn't really on his mind right now, he and his friends run a little record shop below their apartment and each one helps to run it. Well, almost. Frances is actually a an English and drama teacher who spends his time one of New York City's elementary school buildings.
Frances wanted to lecture high school students at first, but he figured that he could inspire the new generation when they are just beginning to sprout. Dodger wished that he could do that in the shop. The only reason they were making money was because they stocked up on albums that the new generation wanted. Hardly any of the classic albums were sold. Dodger put up a flier in the store offering music lesson, mostly on the piano and guitar, but there was a great lack of interest. Dodger thought that the modern entertainment was alright, but the old stuff was where all the modern entertainment originated from.
Besides his friends, Dodger wishes that there was someone who could understand that. Someone that he could mentor. Giving a deep sigh, he finally turned off the stereo and light and went to sleep.
What do you think, huh? But, yeah, that is personally what I believe in. I am open to anything new and old. Stay tuned.