Meanwhile, Anita was scribbling away at her drawing pad as Cruella paced around the bus. Cherry was mostly daydreaming with some music, having Lionel listen along if he wanted, as Mo fell asleep while Atticus held her in his arm.
"Yes, yes, that's it!" Cruella beamed, taking Anita's sketch. "It just cries 'Fall over, I'm coming through!'. I'll call it Road Sign Wear for women in the Fast Lane. I MUST put this into production immediately!"
Cherry rolled her eyes from that.
"Uh, Aunt Cruella, I don't think that's a good idea." Jackson spoke up nervously as Cruella went to use the copier she brought on the bus.
The resulting copying caused the bus's radars to act up.
"Oh... Not again!" Roger groused.
Cruella glared. "No... This copy's too light. Floor it, Ringworm!" she yelled at Roger.
"THIS IS A BUS, NOT A BUSINESS!" Roger snapped. "Some vacation..." he muttered under his breath.
"Roger, let's just try to make the best of it," Anita smiled to her husband, coming to him. "At least we're together, and you'll still get to see your baseball team."
"Yeah! And we'll get to renew our wedding vows too!" Roger smiled back to that.
"Oh, Roger, I can hardly wait." Anita smiled, hugging him.
"Oh, how romantic." Amber smiled to her aunt and uncle.
But Cruella had to ruin the moment. "ENOUGH! Anita, time to CREATE!" she exclaimed. "Rug-Rash, drive."
Under one of the seats, the pups were quite malcontent.
"Thanks to Cruella, we're taking the scenic route," remarked Cadpig. "Of Rolly's big butt."
"I'M NOT FAT!" snapped Rolly.
"Yeah, we haven't been off this bus for hours." Lucky groaned.
The puppies all barked and whined, having a hard time enjoying themselves.
"Shh!" Pongo tried to keep his puppies quiet.
"Don't mind Cruella," replied Anita to Roger. "What's our first stop?"
Roger pulled out a clipboard with the stops listed. "First, I thought we'd stop at Lover's Caverns, then on to Main Squeeze Falls, where-"
"Just a minute, Rhubarb!" Cruella interrupted. "This is a WORKING vacation, and these stops aren't WORKING for me!"
Even Jackson began to look annoyed with his aunt.
"Miss deVil, this IS Roger and Anita's vacation..." Darla spoke up.
"Oh, of course it is, Dodie, and I'm going to help them with MY ideas." Cruella replied, taking out her own clipboard.
"My name is Darla," Darla narrowed her eyes before taking a look. "Dr. Lipo Monument?"
"The inventor of liposuction, and my idol," Cruella remarked. "Then, the Ultimate Mall of the Rich and Famous to shop, shop, shop, and then-"
But Roger batted the paper away. "Look, Cruella, you may have invited yourself on this trip, but it's still a second honeymoon, and we're gonna spend it doing the romantic things we want!" he retorted.
"Oh, Root Beer, that is so sweet," Cruella smiled which made Roger smile as well, at first. "NO!"
"Yes!" Roger glared.
"She is not making this easy." Atticus rolled his eyes about Cruella.
"It's Cruella." Cherry reminded him.
"Fair enough," Lionel replied, pulling out a green wooden mask from his bag. "I think I know a guy who can help put the brakes on her."
"Is that what I think it is?" Cherry asked as she glanced at the mask.
"It sure ain't a movie prop; I found it on the other bus while we were driving to the farm," Lionel replied, taking out a pair. "And thanks to my powers, I made an extra! Wanna give it a try~?"
"Ooh... I don't know... Should I?" Cherry replied.
"Aw, come on, Cherry," Atticus smiled. "Have a little fun with Lionel. I promise, I won't get mad."
"Well... If you're okay with it..." Cherry said. "I just don't want a repeat of when we met Frankenstein with the Chipmunks and I... Erm... Kinda went Looney Tunes on you guys."
"Don't worry," Lionel replied. "I made sure it doesn't make you lose your common sense, but allows you to defy reality itself. You put yours on first, then I'll put on mine."
"Well... Okay... Stand back, Atticus." Cherry said.
Atticus nodded as he kept holding Mo as she napped against his shoulder. Cherry took a deep breath and then slowly came to put the mask on like in the movie it came from. As she put it onto her face, it seemed to latch onto her face, making her spin around wildly in a miniature whirlwind. Atticus scooted back a bit with Mo to keep her comfortable.
"Drrrrrinkin'!" Cherry grinned as she took out a bottle of creme soda and chugged it down a bit, looking a bit goofy.
Lionel's face went red at that. "...Is it getting hot in here, or is it just me?" he asked, as he began sweating.
"What on Earth?!" Cruella flinched once Cherry came up beside her.
"Saaaay, whatcha doin'?" Cherry smirked to Cruella. "I wanna see!"
Lionel shrugged. "Ooh, I LOVE that woman!" he replied, as he slapped his Mask on, and was consumed by the spinning whirlwind of electricity.
The bus drove a little out of control for a while.
"Hmm... Lemme see that..." Cherry said, taking the wheel.
"Uh-oh." Atticus said nervously.
Lionel then zipped up behind her. "Ooh, you're drivin'?" he asked. "I call next turn~!"
"No! I'm the driver! Stop yourselves!" Roger cried out as they made him feel apprehensive.
"Calm down, Rogey-baby-buddy-ol-pal," Lionel replied coolly. "Besides, better us than bone-bag over there!" he jabbed a thumb at Cruella.
Cruella and Ivy both glared from that while Jackson snickered to himself which made them look at him.
"What?" Jackson replied innocently. "It was kinda funny!"
Lionel took the intercom. "Puppies, children, friends, and bonebag," he said in a Captain's voice. "This is your captain speaking. We will be proceeding on the preset route for this trip, which means no detours, no changing the stops, and NO GIVING ME ANY LIP! OTHERWISE I HOPE YOU KNOW HOW TO HITCHHIKE! That is all. And now, I turn the com over to my co-pilot. Cherry?"
"Please keep your hands, tails, ears, and anything else you use to get around inside the vehicle at all times!" Cherry joined in. "The day's getting shorter, and Leon's getting LAAAAARGER!" she then added, quoting from the movie Airplane!.
Lionel let out a whistle of glee. "God, I LOVE this woman!" he exclaimed as he honked the horn and kept right on driving.
"Cah-raaaazy Taxi!" Cherry laughed like a psycho, even though by comparison, her driving was a lot more swift than Cruella's.
"Move it, Sunday drivers!" Lionel shouted as they drove further down the road.
"Uh, excuse me?" Anita called up. "I'd hate to bother you two, but where exactly are you taking us?"
"Why, Mrs. Dearly, I'm glad you asked!" Lionel replied. "Simply following Roger's travel plan, of course."
"Well, at least someone's listening to me." Roger sighed softly.
Eventually they arrived at the Caverns.
"We have reached our first official stop," Lionel announced. "Feel free to mull about, and enjoy it while it lasts. We head to the Falls in an hour!"
They soon came to the windows and looked around before going to explore. Darla took out her camera and began to take pictures all around as they explored the caverns up close. Lionel let out a shout into the caverns.
"Riiiiiicoooola!" Cherry added.
The shouts then echoed, except in reverse.
Cherry snickered as she had a lot of fun with that.
"So, Jackson, what're you doing here with your sister and aunt?" Atticus asked.
"Oh, just going on vacation, nothing bad." Jackson said innocently.
Lionel shrugged. "Pardon me if I'm not a tiny bit suspicious." he replied.
"I'm still not listening to a word she says," Darla crossed her arms as she stood with Amber as they watched Ivy. "You saw what she did on our London adventure and that one beauty pageant so SHE could win over YOU."
"Yeah, I remember," Amber replied. "And I'm still plenty ticked."
Lucky soon came beside Amber with a glare towards Ivy as he was protective of her.
"Man, Lucky's always so protective of ya." Darla smirked to that.
"I guess he knows too." Amber smiled, petting Lucky on the head.
Meanwhile, Furrball and Two-Tone were checking out the scenery themselves.
"Hmm... Not bad..." Two-Tone said as they explored. "Not great, but not horrible either."
"Yeah," Furrball nodded. "But it is very echo-y, and that's pretty neat."
"Looks a bit old..." Two-Tone said before yawning. "Like The Colonel and his stories about how life was like when HE was a puppy..."
Furrball smirked. "Must've been REAL enthralling if you're yawning with excitement like that."
"Oh, yeah... I just LOOOVE that story..." Two-Tone rolled her eyes. "Especially that time when Rolly got stuck into hearing the story again and tried to lie to the Colonel so he wouldn't have to hear it anymore."
Furrball snickered. "Well, that sounds like an amusing experience." he replied.
"Ah, yes, the farm has a lot of crazy misadventures, even more-so than London," Two-Tone said. "I'm sure you've had your share of adventures though."
"Yeah, and very few of them were good," sighed Furrball. "For most of my life, I lived as a lonely stray, wondering where my next meal would come from, and anytime I looked for a home, people threw things at me, and I was tormented by this rotten little pink bird named Sweetie Bird. Trust me, the name is very ironic."
"Oh... I'm so sorry... I had no idea..." Two-Tone said. "Couldn't ya just... I dunno... Eat her? I thought cats ate birds."
"Oh, I tried... Lots of times," Furrball replied. "But she just keeps finding some new way to torment me. And when it wasn't her, it was this crazy little girl named Elmyra. She always has this habit of squeezing and babying animals she finds... And unfortunately, I was a frequent target of hers. Half the time I ran into her, I just ran back to my cardboard box in the alley because I decided it was better living there than suffering."
"Gosh... I'm so sorry..." Two-Tone cringed. "That sounds like a nightmare. I'm not sure who's worse; her or Cruella. I don't know if I'll meet this Elmyra, but I might have to bite her... Even if I don't really do that." she then smirked a bit.
"Thanks," smiled Furrball. "That means a lot to me."
"Heh, no problem." Two-Tone smirked.
Lucky, Rolly, Cadpig, Cleo, and Patch looked to each other from that.
"Is something happening between those two?" Cleo asked.
"I... I don't know..." Patch said. "I'm sure it's just platonic, as long as it isn't like that adventure I had with Atticus and we went against Mr. Tinkles."
"I wouldn't be so quick to think that," Cadpig replied. "I've never seen Two-Tone so happy... Even when she was with Mooch."
"That's true." Patch agreed.
"They're probably just becoming friends." Cleo said, yawning and stretching a bit.
"Maybe that, and more," Lucky replied. "Those two are looking at each other like how Rolly looks at a full dog bowl."
"Yeah!" Rolly smiled before his eyes widened with a glare. "Hey!"
"You know what I mean." Lucky rolled his eyes.
"Hmm... Fair enough, I guess..." Rolly said. "I hope we go somewhere else soon, this place is getting boring."
They soon went to get to Main Squeeze Falls, only for Cruella to interject to send them to the Ultimate Mall of the Rich and Famous.
"I thought I said... NO CHANGING THE ROUTE!" Lionel boomed, his head turning gigantic and shooting flames from his mouth as he yelled.
"Just one personal stop, and that'll be it." Cruella said innocently.
"I'LL SHOW YOU ONE PERSONAL STOP!" Cherry snapped as her head got big like in some animes and cartoons with a vein throbbing against her forehead.
"YEAH, AND IT'S GOT FIRE, BRIMSTONE, AND A RED GUY WITH A PITCHFORK!" Lionel added.
"Just ONE stop." Cruella smiled innocently.
"Ooh... Fine... But this is it," Cherry narrowed her eyes. "You cross us, I'LL CROSS YOU!"
"And you won't like it..." Lionel snickered deviously as they went back to their seats.
Cruella glanced away from them.
"Ugh... Those clothes..." Two-Tone groaned.
"I know, right?" Furrball replied. "I might not know much about fashion, but even I know those look terrible..."
Two-Tone nodded to him, looking a bit grim in the face. Cruella tried to get her list, but Cherry smirked as she soon took it away from her.
"Give that back!" Cruella glared.
"Nah." Cherry smirked.
Lionel took the list and tore it to pieces, before dumping the pieces into a trash can.
"All right... Now... As we were." Cherry said before crossing her arms, laying against the window to relax until the next stop.
"Yup!" Lionel nodded as the bus drove on.
"How's Colette?" Cadpig smiled to her brother.
"She's good," Patch smiled back. "Just hanging out together, having fun, like Lucky with that one Dalmatian girl from deVil-Ville."
"Oh, yeah... Rebecca..." Lucky remembered then.
Patch winced. "Oh... Sorry, man." he replied.
"It's okay... I'll be fine. Really." Lucky said softly.
"Uh, so, Rolly, you find any girls you like as much as you like food?" Patch asked.
"Heh, very funny," Rolly rolled his eyes. "I don't think so though. That love stuff is kinda mushy, unless you count that time with Dumpling."
"Speaking of mushy, I really do think there might BE something between Furrball and Two-Tone," Cadpig replied. "If things ever DO escalate between them, I call dibs on bridesmaid."
"You can have that job." Patch smirked playfully.
"Yay!" Cadpig beamed.
"A cat and a dog together?" Cleo replied. "What would the children look like?"
The others looked to each other from that before giving a simple answer. "CatDog."
"Either that, or some of the kids would be cats with dog traits, and the others would be dogs with cat traits," Cadpig replied. "The scientific possibilities are astounding!"
"I just know I'll be looking forward to the buffet." Rolly laughed to himself.
"I rest my case." Lucky replied.
As they traveled, the hot sun beaded down, and one chicken panted, feeling exhausted as she tried to catch up with her canine friends.
"I'm gettin' nowhere..." Spot panted before falling in the middle of the road. "I'll never catch up with that bus!" She was suddenly spotted by a man who had just gotten out of his truck.
"How'd YOU get out?" he asked. "Eh, no matter... In you go." And he tossed Spot into the back of the truck.
"Welcome aboard!" One of the chickens clucked happily to the young chicken. "Boy, are we lucky we stopped!"
"Boy, I'll say," Spot smirked to them. "I'm in a hurry to get someplace. Where's this crate headed?"
"The Happy Place!" One chicken beamed.
"Clucky Farms!" The chickens all announced together happily to Spot.
Spot did a double-take. "Clucky Farms?..." she asked in curiosity. "So... What exactly do you DO there that makes you all so happy?"
"Who knows?" One chicken smiled. "Chickens are SO happy there, they never come back!"
"And I'm gettin' away from my stupid cow sistah." One chicken remarked, appearing to be male while the rest looked female.
"That sounds fishy." Spot whispered to one of the chickens.
"No, that's a different truck." The chicken told her.
Spot pondered, as she looked out the window, seeing a billboard for Clucky Farms. A billboard mentioned that it was to 'pamper poultry'.
"Maybe it's like a spa?" The young male chicken said to Spot.
"I got a bad feeling about this..." Spot mumbled. "Are you sure you know what you're talking about?"
"You'll know soon enough!" One of the older chickens smiled. "We're almost there!"
Spot looked out the window again, and saw another Clucky Farms billboard... Which showed a butcher getting ready to decapitate a chicken. Her eyes widened, and she squawked in abject terror as the truck drove on.
"Gah! We gotta get outta here!" The male chicken freaked out with Spot. "I need SuperCow!"
Meanwhile, back on the bus, the pups were bored out of their minds.
"We haven't gotten to see anything WE wanna see," groused Lucky. "Right, Rolly? Rolly?"
But the chubby pup's attention was drawn to a billboard outside, labeled "WELCOME TO KIBBLE KREEK: HOME OF KANINE KRUNCHIES". In an instant, Rolly and the other pups, with Furrball's help, all did their best impressions of a pointer as they got Roger's attention.
"I think the puppies want something." Amber said.
"Thanks, genius." Ivy bitterly deadpanned.
"I think Amber's right," Roger said. "I think the pups wanna stop."
"At a dog food factory?" Cruella scoffed. "Over my dead body!"
Lionel pulled out a chainsaw. "Somebody said the magic words~!" he grinned.
"NO!" Anita cried out from that in a panic.
"Relax, it's rubber!" Lionel replied. "...Well, the chain is, at least."
The puppies soon flooded all over Cruella.
"Oh, dear, that's pretty terrifying." Cherry said.
"That could've been you if you ate Spot." Patch whispered.
"So count those old lucky stars!" Lionel replied.
"Close enough." Roger chuckled quietly once he saw Cruella battered from the puppy pile.
The bus soon pulled up to the dog food factory, making the puppies flood out in excitement and anticipation.
Rolly gasped at the statue in front. "That's the inventor of the meat by-product, Klaus von Kibble! He came to this country in 1872 with a bag of cornmeal and a dream." he exclaimed.
"Good to know." Mo smiled to him.
"Welcome to the tastiest place on Earth," A canine tour guide smiled, coming to see the group. "Follow me, and I'll show you how we make it. During the tour, please refrain from marking any territory."
"Guess she's talking to you, Whizzer." Amber smiled sheepishly to one puppy.
Whizzer pouted and whined from that as he followed his siblings inside.
"Tough luck, buddy." shrugged Furrball as they went inside.
"As you can see, we only use the freshest ingredients in Kanine Krunchies." The tour guide smiled to the Dalmatian puppies, taking them into an assembly line.
"Oh! I have a question!" Rolly raised his paw. "When you make the Batch #4568 last year, there was a slight bit of curry in the special chemical remix, were you secretly experimenting with a new flavor combo?"
"That wasn't curry, that was cromere," The tour guide smiled. "One of the workers dropped his wristwatch in the shredder."
"That explains this," Rolly replied, patting the timepiece on his collar. "And here I thought it was a prize!"
"On our right is the tasting room." The tour guide then said.
A poodle was shown to be eating some kibble, but soon spit it right out.
"What a job!" Rolly beamed.
Eventually, the puppies were boarding the bus once again as Pongo and Perdita kept count of them.
"98... 99... 100?" Pongo counted before feeling confused. "Somebody's missing!"
"I think I know who it is..." Patch said.
Furrball sighed. "Let's go get the big galoot before he eats them all out of a job..." he remarked.
"NOOO!" Rolly cried out as Pongo dragged his chubby son away. "Sanctuary!"
"C'mon, we gotta go." Furrball called to him as he was dragged onto the bus.
"Noooo!" Rolly cried out.
Patch shook his head with a face-paw. "I hope Spot is having more fun right about now." he mumbled to himself.
Meanwhile, Spot was explaining the situation to the other chickens. "This truck is a link in the food chain... And YOU'RE the food!" she concluded.
"B-But you're saying our whole b-belief system is a lie!" A chicken piped up.
"Gee, how do I put this? YES!" Spot told them. "I'm telling you, Clucky Farms isn't a happy place, it's a slaughter house!"
One chicken soon saw a passing billboard which made her smile nervously. "I'm sure that's a typo... Take the S off and it says 'laughter house'! That sounds happy to me... Doesn't it, girls?"
The other chickens soon erupted into a panic as they were going for a ride that would just lead to their untimely deaths.
The young rooster rolled his eyes. "Smooth move. Now what?" he asked.
"Stop! Don't panic!" Spot called out.
"Don't be happy, don't panic... Pick a mood, would ya?" asked another hen.
"All we have to do is free is stop this truck and terror!" Spot told the group.
"And how do we do that?" The young rooster asked her.
"We disconnect the trailer from the cab!" Spot smiled. "Uh, any volunteers to climb under the truck and disengage the hitch?"
The other hens quickly backed off at that. A swarm of hens circled around Spot then.
"Now that's teamwork." Spot smiled.
"Uh, girly?" The young rooster spoke up.
A hole soon formed in the middle of the floor with both of them on it and they soon flew down to the bottom of the truck, but held on so they wouldn't splat in the middle of the road.
Spot grumbled to herself as she climbed around the bottom of the truck. "I coulda been back home, clucking mindlessly with Mom right about now... But NO, I gotta get stuck with a bunch of useless chickens and a rooster...!" she groused.
"Pfft! Easy for YOU to say, girly!" The rooster rolled his eyes. "I coulda been home hearin' my stupid cow sister talk about beavers, and warthogs, and bears while my parents bug me about being nice to my 600 pound fat little sister when she just annoys me all the time!"
Spot's feathers paled. "Oooooookay...?" she replied, confused.
"Hey, it's my life," The rooster shrugged. "Mama had a chicken, Mama had a cow, Dad was proud, he didn't care how."
Spot shrugged, before using her beak to dislodge the trailer from the truck cab. "I should've stayed in bed..." she groused.
"Shoulda stayed in my egg." The rooster mumbled to himself.
Spot's body soon stretched out from the truck cab and the trailer. The driver soon hit the brakes as they were close to the factory, and the trailer was soon separated from the truck cab, making the trailer ride off on its own down a different road.
"You did it, Spot!" cheered one chicken. "We're passing Clucky Farms!"
"And heading right into that restaurant!" yelled another hen. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
"Aw, just great!" The young rooster complained. "I really shoulda stayed home!"
Meanwhile, the Dalmatian Bus came to stop to get something to eat as Cherry held her stomach as it seemed to be weak and hungry.
"Relax, Cherry, we're at a drive-thru," Lionel replied, waving a bottle full of his blood at her. "Besides... I didn't forget to pack you a drink!"
"I'll wash down the chicken with that," Cherry said. "I'm mostly craving meat right now than blood."
"Eh, it works." Lionel replied as they pulled up to the drive-thru speaker.
"Uh... One gizzards in a gravy boat, two Clucky plate combo meals, and six fryer Cluck Clubs." Roger said, placing his order.
"That'll be $43.53, please pull up to the service window, thank you." The intercom replied.
Roger soon pulled up to the drive-thru window and collected the food before paying the man at the window once they were ready. And as the food was passed inside, Lionel used his magic to make a few duplicates of the bag and pass them to the others, save for Mo, who is a vegetarian.
"Phew... Thanks, Lionel." Mo said in relief once her meal was altered perfectly.
"No problem," Lionel replied. "Anything for my pals."
Everyone soon took their food and began to eat it, feeling relieved after a very long drive with no food for a while.
"Keep on cluckin'!" The man from the drive-thru window called out to them.
"Oh, we will." Lionel replied as they left the drive-thru.
As soon as they left, the Clucky Farms truck trailer soon began to crash into the fast food restaurant.
"Funny. I smell chicken." Patch said.
"No, really?" Cherry deadpanned.
"No, not like that," Patch said to her. "Like... Live chicken."
Lionel quickly moved the bus a few feet to the left, then created a giant pillow in front of the trailer so when it crashed, nobody got hurt.
"Big pillow!" Mo called out.
"A critical hit in slumber parties!" Atticus added before laughing to himself.
"Luckily nobody got hurt." Lionel replied.
"Next stop, Main Squeeze Falls," announced Roger. "Whether you like it or not."
Amber giggled a little from that.
"A waterfall?!" Cruella complained. "I can't stop there without hairspray!"
Lionel rolled his eyes. "Oh, good grief..." he muttered.
"I need hairspray too." Ivy demanded.
Jackson rolled his eyes as even HE found his younger sister to be annoying.
Cruella soon made a phone call to Jasper and Horace. In the truck, Jasper answered the phone.
"Jasper, pull up alongside and pass me the Cruella Sheen." ordered Cruella.
"Some for me too!" Ivy demanded.
The truck soon drove over beside the bus and Horace took out a bottle beside the window to hand to Cruella and Ivy.
"HAND OUT FARTHER, YOU DUNCE!" Ivy snapped impatiently.
"Someone needs a chill pill." Darla rolled her eyes.
"More like an entire bottle full of them..." Lionel replied.
"Uh, Cruella? The exit is coming up." Roger warned as he glanced at his rear-view mirror to see what was going on.
Horace soon opened the door to reach the bottle out to Cruella and Ivy who then took the bottle before they split up through the exit in the fork in the road. Eventually, the bus arrived at Main Squeeze Falls, and everyone stepped out to enjoy the view.
