Just Like 101 Dalmatians

Summary: When Frank Flood dies, the Tanners inherit Minnie, as well as Comet's brothers and sisters.

FYI, takes place around the beginning of season 4. Jesse and Rebecca aren't married, and the girls are relatively young.

A/N: Yeah, just so you know, I haven't written anything other than Friends or Charmed in quite a while, so I might be a bit rusty in the Full House department. However, this idea came to me after watching the episode "And They Call It Puppy Love," and I had to write it.

"I can't think!" Joey exclaimed, smacking his forehead with the palm of his hand. "Ow! That hurt!"

"That's what happens when you can't think," Danny quipped. The two were in the kitchen getting dinner ready. Leaning over to get a frying pan from one of the bottom cabinets, he inquired, "Why the sudden epiphany?"

Joey, sitting at the island, rolled his eyes. "I can't come up with anything for my show at the Laugh Machine comedy club next week. They've heard all my good acts, and I don't think they'd appreciate my bad ones."

"Well…" Danny thought for a second. "You could try your Wizard of Oz bit."

"Did it already," Joey informed him. "Didn't blow over very well. And all my other bits don't seem to be right."

"Then invent a new one," Danny suggested.

"That's easier said than done," Joey whined. "It takes me forever to develop a full routine, never mind one that's good enough to perform."

"I'm sure you'll think of something," Danny assured him.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence." Sniffing the air, Joey questioned, "What are you making? I sure hope it's not that experimental stir-fry you made the other night because that was…so tasty I might eat it all by myself."

"No, it's tacos," Danny answered, chuckling. "And, by the way, Comet meant to thank you for leaving such a generous portion of your stir-fry in his food bowl."

"Tell him 'you're welcome' for me," Joey replied, hanging his head in shame.

A movement at the door adjacent to living room caught Danny's eye. "Oh, look, here comes the beggar now." Comet trotted in, then promptly sat in front of Danny. "He must have smelled the beef frying."

Joey shook his head. "I'm not surprised. That dog can smell a cold chicken-cutlet sandwich all the way from my room."

Danny put a hand on his hip. "And why would a cold chicken-cutlet sandwich be in your room?"

Joey winced at his mistake. "Um…you know, you really should talk to Michelle about leaving food around the house."

The two turned toward the basement entrance as Jesse came up the stairs, a notepad and pencil in his hands. "Hey, either of you know a word that rhymes with 'orange'?"

Joey and Danny shared an amused glance, then Danny finally answered, "Um, Jesse, there isn't a word in the English language that rhymes with 'orange'."

"Really? How 'bout the Spanish language?" Jesse tried. When the other two shrugged indicating they didn't know, he went on, "I'm working on a song, and I'm trying to describe a sunset."

"Well there's 'beautiful,' 'red,' ah…'twilight'," Danny offered.

"Boring, boring, and 'ah,' boring," Jesse retorted.

"Apparently muses aren't visiting either of us today" Joey commented, "I can't create a new act for my gig at the Laugh Machine."

"You'll both get out of your funks eventually," Danny consoled. At the sound of the doorbell, he announced, "I'll get that," and went into the living room. Upon opening the door, he was face-to-face with a somber looking man in a business suit. "How can I help you?"

"Are you Mr. Daniel Tanner?" The man asked, seemingly without moving any facial muscles.

"Yes," Danny replied.

"I am sorry to inform you that Mr. Frank Flood passed away a few days ago," the man stated in one long breath, sounding as if he'd said it a million times.

"Mr. Frank Flood?" It took Danny a few seconds for him to recognize the name. Then his eyes widened. "Oh, the nice man who owned our dog's mother? I'm sorry, but we only met him for that one time he picked up Minnie. Why are you telling us?"

The man sighed. "Apparently you made an impression on him. His will demanded that you and your family receive five of his most loved possessions."

Danny was flattered. "Really? Well, do we need to go to Ohio or…?"

"Well, normally you would have to, but we decided it would be easier for them to be brought here." The man had a hint of a smile as he turned to some unseen workforce. "Okay, bring them in."

Danny was astonished to find men dressed in suits carry four Golden Retrievers and an older dog of the same breed across the threshold. "What the…? You mean…oh my gosh…"

"That's right, sir." The man pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. "'As part of my last will and testament, I hereby leave Minnie and her children, Cody, Max, Lily, and Miley, to the Tanners of San Francisco'."

Unable to say anything else, Danny asked, "Which one is which?"

"They are wearing collars with their names on them," the man replied. "If there are no other questions, we will leave you to your…inheritance."

"Wait, what if I can't take care of them?" Danny exclaimed.

"The will specifically orders that this family has them," the man told him. "Besides, Mr. Flood had no other family members who would care for them. Short of throwing them in a pound, this was their last option."

Danny watched the dogs as they were lowered to the floor by the men, and cringed as they started running all over the living room. "Okay, then. I guess I'll take them."

"Thank you, sir. Good day." The man lifted his arm, and the other workers exited. The man followed, closing the door behind him.

Looking over the chaos that was now his living room, Danny yelled, "Jesse! Joey! I think we have a problem!"