Meanwhile at a fur clothing store, There was a familiar villainous woman trying to get in, but she kept getting the door slammed in her face before she could go any further.

"Cruella De Vil, please let me in!" the woman begged as the man kept leaning on the door to keep her from even stepping foot inside his shop.

But the man wasn't allowing her inside at all. Cruella kept trying to get in, but she decided to go once the man put the closed sign on the door and she had to go to her miserably broken down car. She could still drive in it, but it didn't take too long until her car broke down completely and was damaged beyond repair, no one would even fix it for her. The poor diva woman then settled for walking down the street, feeling pathetic and useless as her former henchmen, Horace and Jasper.

"How can things possibly get any worse?" Cruella asked herself as she began to start her car.

As Cruella tried to drive, normally this time instead of like a sociopath, the car did break down and she couldn't stand to her a song written about her composed by Roger on the radio as she tried to kick it off. She had to settle for walking now and was passing a highly exclusive art gallery for aristocrats such as family members of hers, specifically her brother who was a lot more successful than she was and was invited to more social outings than she was. She even began to miss that nephew of hers.


There was joyous laughter heard as Cruella passed the gallery and she stopped and looked through the plate glass window. Something really caught her eye that made her come in, bumping into people with drinks, but she was focused on this painting. It was a simple white base with a tiny black dot, like a Dalmatian fur coat. Even though it was only a spot, it attracted her.

There was a man coming over, dressed in black sweats with wavy dark hair with a matching goatee, he wore sunglasses with glossy purple shades, making his way toward Cruella. He spoke briefly with the 'devil woman' and seemed to have her in his power as he asked her how she felt about it, he must had been the artist behind it.

"Where is the artist?" Cruella demanded after that information. "I simply must meet him!"

"But you already have," this ominous man informed the woman. "I am Lars... And you are?"

Cruella gave her name.


"This is so boring..." a bratty young girl with black and white hair in pigtails, wearing a ruby red dress said to her older brother as they looked at other pictures.

"*groans* Listen, Mom and Dad wanted me to take you here to see the paintings, don't blame me." Her older brother said to her.

The girl rolled her eyes, then looked over and saw Cruella with the German artist known as Lars. "Isn't that Aunty Cruella...?"

"Yeah, she's right next to that guy." The older boy said.

Lars informed Cruella that there was more art and he decided to let her go see the personal gallery to please her. She didn't even seem to notice her niece and nephew so far.

"Let's follow them." The older boy as he followed their aunt.

"Beats looking at scribbles called art..." the girl scoffed slightly, following her brother.

Cruella gasped as she came into the room and saw spot paintings as far as the eye could see which felt like paradise for her. The siblings came in to see what their aunt saw.

"Will you do a painting just for me to ease my pain?" Cruella asked, dramatically after she mentioned having a restraining order now and that she was mentally insane for spots these days.

Lars paused, but he now spoke louder than he had ever before. "I vill create a masterpiece if you vill be my muse..."

Cruella chuckled, feeling flattered.

"So these are the paintings that he does?" The older boy asked, looking at the paintings as he and his younger sister came in.

"Seems like it..." the girl shrugged.

Cruella turned, noticing them, she hadn't seen them since the girl was a baby. "My brother and sister-in-law have shrunk in size!"

"Aunt Cruella, it's us, your niece and nephew." The older boy said.

Cruella blinked, then rubbed her eyes. "Oh, my goodness... Little Ivy, is that you?"

"It's me!" the girl grinned once her name was revealed, she looked angelic. "Cute as a button!"

"And it's your brother," Cruella smiled, but didn't seem to remember the boy's name. "Uhh..."

"Really?" the older boy said. "It's me, Jackson."

"Jackson," Cruella said then. "That was my next guess..."

"It's really nice to see you, Aunty Cruella out of your old crazy home..." Ivy grinned, batting her eyelashes like a cutesy sweet girl, but everybody except her parents and unsuspecting adults knew it was an act.

Cruella gently patted her head. "I've met Lars here... He's going to make a special painting just for me..."

"That's great, but what happened with your obsession?" Jackson asked his aunt.

"The doctor says I need to find something to fill my tortured soul, and I happened to choose art," Cruella explained. "You two are very lucky to come from a sophisticated family like ours... Also, seeing my favorite niece and nephew makes it great too."

"Yeah, I need to spend the whole vacation with you, Aunt Cruella, since I failed at a certain task." Jackson said while tightening his his fists, thinking about what he failed years ago.

"What's that, boy?" Cruella asked, curious of her nephew's sudden motivations.

"Something about a girl..." Ivy sounded annoyed slightly, due to being a little kid, boy and girl talk sounded boring and useless to her.

"Something like that." Jackson said.

"You want revenge, don't you?" Cruella smirked, she sensed hostility in these children who clearly had the de Vil gene in them.

"I want to make sure that her and her brat of a brother are taken care of." Jackson said.

"Well, I don't know where we could find them, but maybe you could help your favorite aunt." Cruella smirked.

"Only aunt..." Ivy murmured, looking away with a slight scowl.

"What if I tried to help you and you try to help me?" Cruella bargained.

"I'd say we have a deal." Jackson said.

"I wanna help too," Ivy grinned darkly. "I feel I could come in handy."

"What can you do?" Cruella asked her adorable niece.

"Looks can be deceiving, Aunty Cruella..." Ivy took out a red gumball. "Want some candy?"

Cruella saw nothing wrong with it, so she took the candy to be polite.

"Oh, boy, you shouldn't have done that, Aunty." Jackson said, knowing what would happen.

Cruella ate the candy, then her mouth felt very hot instantly. "WATER!"

Ivy smirked, her pigtails seemed to turn into devil horns when she would be evil. "Adults are so easy." she said to herself, feeling well-accomplished.

"Here you go, Aunty." Jackson said as he handed her a bottle of water.

Ivy giggled as Cruella drank the water like a thirsty guppy.

"Ivy, I've underestimated you." Cruella said to her once she could breathe now.

"Everyone does..." Ivy grinned again.

"That's why she is our secret weapon." Jackson said.

"You both will get what you want after I get what I want." Cruella grinned to her brother's children.

"Perfect, then let's get started." Jackson said.

"Excellent." Cruella laughed.


Back at Roger and Anita's place, it was getting slowly closer to time to wake up and get ready to move out. Everyone was still sleeping, except for Patch. The same with Atticus, that feeling he had about seeing Jessica's ex-boyfriend again got stronger as it felt like two evil people as evil as Jessica's ex-boyfriend were going to also appear. So he then decided to go and check if Patch was having any luck.

Patch tossed and turned as his brothers and sisters slept, he then left his spot and tried to go elsewhere, even after talking with Pongo if he could ever be one of a kind, but his father was too tired to properly respond. At least they all said sorry for making fun of his barking before they all fell asleep, but he still wanted to be special. When he came out of the room, Patch saw Atticus.

Patch looked up to the human boy, looking a little sad. "I really wanna see Thunderbolt... But we have to move..."

"You wanna go into the kitchen for one last time?" Atticus asked the Dalmatian puppy, hoping that would cheer him up.

"I suppose..." Patch sighed, not sure what that would do, but would go with him, he felt a real close bond with Atticus.

They both went into the kitchen and fell asleep, Jessica also joined them and decided to sleep in the kitchen with them.


Amber hummed in her sleep and woke up to see Atticus and Jessica were missing.

"Amber?" Darla rubbed her eyes, seeing her best friend go.

"I'm gonna check on the others..." Amber whispered. "Wanna come?"

Darla yawned and stretched a little. "Okay..."

They went to see where they were and where they began to look everywhere. Darla and Amber found Patch, Jessica and Atticus in the kitchen and decided to join them. The kitchen floor was actually a lot more comfortable than it looked. The rest of the night was peaceful.


A/N: Surprise! Ivy's in this story and it looks like she has an OC for an older brother! What are they up to? Remember, you can't trust anyone if their name ends in de Vil! Read & Review!