A/N: Based on RP, yadda yadda, only own OC's, everyone else belongs to their owners, blah blah blah... Does anyone even read the author's notes anymore?


Darla came to the kitchen after Emily gave the other home phone to Penny. "Mama..." she looked up to her adoptive mother, fluttering her eyelashes. "Can I ask you something?"

"You just did." Emily joked with a small chuckle. "What's up, sweetie?"

Darla bit her lip. "Could I go to London?"

"Well, I don't know." Emily said teasingly.

"Please, Mama...?" Darla did the cute act she normally did to get what she wanted, but she was serious this time. "Amber invited me..."

"I'm just kidding, Darla, of course you can, but you have to bring Atticus and Jessica with you." Emily said.

"Of course..." Darla nodded with a smile. "We're helping Roger and Anita move to their new home with their Dalmatians... I'd love to have 101 Dalmatians, I'd just hate to walk them... That must take all day."

"Yes, with that many dogs, I bet it would take all day." Patrick said.

"Darla, you ever want a dog?" Emily asked with a smile.

"Not really... I actually always wanted a kitten." Darla stated.

Atticus remembered something from when he first actually met Darla.

'I HATE ANIMALS! ESPECIALLY THAT ONE!'

"I never knew that." Atticus said.

"Yeah,... I never got one though..." Darla folded her chubby arms. "I think my mommy or daddy were allergic... Guess I'll never know."

Emily gently pat Darla on the head. "Why don't you go tell Amber you can go to London?"

"OMIGOSH!" Darla just realized she forgot about Amber and dashed back to her bedroom to call Amber back to tell her the good news.

Jessica giggled. "Girls and their phones..."

"Better start packing for London." Atticus said as he made his way to his ROOM.

Jessica chuckled. "Yeah..."


Darla got back on the phone with Amber, lying upside down like a typical teenager yakking away on the telephone instead of doing moral responsibilities. "We're in!"

"That's great!" Amber chirped on the other line.

"Should we meet you at the airport?" Darla asked, running down this plan so she could tell Patrick and Emily and they could get set to go on their trip to London to meet Roger, Anita, and the Dalmatians.

"Yeah." Amber said on the other line.

"What day?" Darla asked.

"Thursday," Amber said from the other line. "I can't wait for you to get here."

"I can't wait to come over," Darla smiled, she was very happy to have met Amber and befriend her in school. "I've never been in London before, even if it's for a short while."

"You're going to love it in London." Amber said on the other line.

"I hope I do," Darla smiled. "Even if it's for a short while..."

"Well, I'll see you at the airport on Thursday." Amber said on the other line.

"Sounds good, I also got my hair done, I'll send you a picture later." Darla smiled before the girls would hang up.

"I can't wait." Amber said on the other line.

Darla giggled. "I can't wait either," she leaned back on her bed. "Never would I imagine myself having a summer like this..."

"Well then I guess this would be your first, anyway, I better get off the phone." Amber said on the other line.

"Well, this is the first summer where I didn't have to get up early to film a new movie," Darla admitted with a sincerely sweet smile. "Okay, I'll let you go. See you on Thursday!"

"See you on Thursday." Amber said on the other line, before hanging up.

Darla smiled as she hung up the phone and giggled. She really treasured her friendship with Amber, mostly because, she never had a real friend before, she just had tons of screaming fans from young to old. She then took out a photograph she secretly kept after Cherry and Atticus helped her move out of Hollywood. It was a picture of her four-year-old self being adopted by LB Mammoth and she slowly remembered the day it happened as her eyes filled with tears.


She was only four and she saw her beloved nanny on the telephone, now reduced to tears.

"Nanny, why awe woo cwying?"

"Oh, dear... I'm sorry, but your your parents died in a car accident." Nanny said through her tears.

"What...?" Darla looked devastated. She found herself instantly crying. She was only four-years-old and lost her parents. What was she going to do now?

Darla's nanny was unable to take care of her all the time, she was sent to an orphanage, she was made fun of by a lot of kids. One kid hit her in the face with a rock, which was enough to chip her teeth and give her an infamous gap in her teeth. She wore old clothes handed down from her new caretakers and shared a room with nine kids she didn't even know, one being a rotten bully girl named Madison with red hair who wore pink dresses with flowers, often wore white tights and black dress shoes.


"Oh, hey, Darla how's your face?" Madison asked.

Darla glared at her. "Weave me awone, Madison!"

"Aww! Why? We're not friends anymore?" Madison asked, acting all innocent.

"You not my fwend..." Darla glared at her.

The girls kept fighting, until one of the caretakers came in.

"Are you girls fighting?" the young adult woman asked, looking firm to them.

"No, ma'am." Madison said with a fake sweet smile.

Darla rolled her eyes, suck-up...

"There's some wonderful news, a famous movie producer has decided to stop by and adopt one of you adorable little children," the caretaker said, seeming to smile now. "He's informed us that he would like to see a talent show of you all and he'll adopt the lucky child who is talented enough." she smiled, then let the girls alone. "Come downstairs when you're ready."

"Guess I won't be famous..." Darla murmured.

"You bet, because I'm the one who's going to be famous." Madison said.

Darla glared at Madison, then sighed as she sat on her bed. "I'm not goin'... He'll waugh at me..."

"Whatever, loser." Madison said.

Darla's blood boiled with rage as Madison left.


LB Mammoth sat in the seats after a boy kept attempting to juggle, but kept dropping his bean bags. "Who's next?"

The boy sighed, then walked off the stage, though he didn't seem too sad. He didn't need fame to be a happy child.

"Next is Madison." the caretaker said as she read the list.

Mammoth looked to the red-haired girl in a purple ballerina type outfit. "Go on, dear." he smiled to her, maybe this would be the one, she also looked cute enough.

Then Madison went up on the stage. Madison had ballet music on and she did her famous twirls and moves, though she was actually a bit clumsy. Mammoth watched her, he was impressed, but not all that much. Especially in the ending when Madison jumped and she fell into the chairs.

"I-I can do it again!" Madison said as she got back up and her flower fell out of her hair.

"I think I've seen enough... Is there anyone else, miss?" Mammoth turned to the caretaker woman.

The woman looked to her list. "That's all who wanted to audition..."

"What about Darla?" the juggling boy asked, but Madison covered his mouth.

"Oh, that's right, thank you, Jamie." The caretaker said to the boy.

Madison growled at him.

Darla was called over as she wore a kind of patched and tattered pink dress that looked mauve now due to how old it was. "Do I weally have to do this...?"

"Give it a try, sweetie... You might like it..." the caretaker encouraged.

Darla sighed, she really didn't want to do this, she took a deep breath and sang a song she heard in an old black and white movie about a diva woman flirting with a movie producer to become a professional actress, even if she was glum before, she sounded live with energy and had a very mature sounding singing voice despite her young age. This surprised all of the kids the caretaker and Mammoth.

"Can I go back to my woom now?" Darla asked, she still felt miserable, even after she finished.

"Yes, you can go back to your room..." Mammoth said to her.

Darla looked down sadly.

"And pack your things to get ready to come with me to Hollywood." Mammoth finished.

Darla's eyes lit up and she seemed to be cheerful AGAIN. "Weally, Mr. Howwywood Pwoducah?"

"Yes, my dear, really." Mammoth said.

Darla smiled as she looked up to him after he walked up on the stage next to her.

"What's your name, sweetie?" Mammoth asked her.

"Dawa..." Darla gave her name, not really remembering her last name.

"Darla, what a nice name... Say, you got dimples in your smile..." Mammoth smiled. "Darla... Dimples... That's a good name for you, you'll be known as Darla Dimple now."

Darla smiled again, she felt loved for a change. Unfortunately, that would lead to the bratty and easily provoked side everyone would know her as behind the scenes. It had been years since that day. Darla sighed as she rubbed her eyes.


"You okay, honey?" Jessica looked to her adoptive sister.

"Just thinking..." Darla hugged the photograph she kept hidden from the others ever since she was adopted.

"Well, I better start packing." Jessica said.

"Okay... Want some help?" Darla offered as she slid the photograph under her pillow, she loved the bonding she had with Jessica since she had always wanted a sister.

"Sure." Jessica said, accepting her help.

Darla smiled, she then hopped off the bed and followed Jessica to pick out things to take on the trip. Atticus smiled, seeing Jessica and Darla getting along so well.


"You kids travel more than I ever had in my life." Patrick chuckled to Atticus.

Emily falsely enviously sighed. "And I wanted to go in a hot air balloon to take me all around the world after I finished high school."

"Well, traveling around the world was exciting, but it was also kind of scary." Atticus said.

"I can imagine," Emily chuckled. "I hope you all have a good time though."

"Yeah, we did of when, even while we were almost about to be sacrificed." Atticus said.

"Speaking of which, I heard the elementary school needs extra help for the school play, the drama teacher is running out of assistance," Emily said as she put up the towel she was drying her hands with. "This year's play is Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde."

"I'll help with the play." Atticus said.

"I'm sure they would appreciate that." Emily smiled.

"Great." Atticus said.

"Do you know Amber's parents well?" Patrick asked his wife.

"Remember that girl who moved into my neighborhood after I chose land life?" Emily looked to him. "That girl was Amber's mother... I'm more close with her and her father, I don't think Anita was even born yet."

"Wow, that's amazing." Atticus said.

"Yeah, Amber's parents are more my friends than Roger and Anita were," Emily smiled. "It also feels like we're friends again whenever I talk with Dodie before I pick up Darla from playing with Amber."

"Wow." Atticus said.

"Dodie really got me in touch with my feminine side..." Emily smiled as she remembered when the girl first came over, they did nails, she talked on the telephone more and listened to more folk music instead of playing with her Jessie cowgirl doll all day and night. "She's been so busy with her writing career though, I heard she's writing a story based on Amber's little adventure with the 101 Dalmatians."