Now let's talk about Cruella De Vil.
She may look nice to begin with, since she was Anita's friend back when they were kids, but in reality, she has a deep dark obsession for all things furry. And by "furry," I meant animal fur!
As Cruella would say, "I live for furs! I worship furs!"
But her biggest desire was to make a fur coat entirely out of all the Dalmatians.
Even Perdita's scared of her just thinking about it!
Thankfully, Roger told Cruella the puppies were not for sale, but that woman would not take "no" for an answer, which was why she sent for Jasper and Horace to do some...
"'Dog napping!' Tsk-tsk-tsk. Can you imagine such a thing?" Cruella said to herself as she looked all the newspapers. "'Fifteen puppies stolen.' They are darling little things."
She picked up another newspaper, where she found, on the front page...
"Anita and her...and her bashful Beethoven, pipe and all!" she laughed wickedly. "Oh, Roger. You are a fool!"
Cruella kept on laughing like crazy when she heard her telephone ring.
She picked up the reciever and called into it. "Hello? Jasper? Jasper, you idiot! How dare you call here?!"
"But we don't want no more of this here. We want our boodle!" said Jasper. "We'll settle for half!"
"Not one schilling 'til the job's done!" sneered Cruella. "Do you understand?"
"But it's...it's here in the blinkin' papers, pictures and all!" said Jasper.
"Hang the papers!" smirked Cruella. "It'll be forgotten tomorrow."
"I don't like it, Jasper." said Horace. "I..."
"Ah, shut up, you idiot!" said Jasper.
"WHAT?!" shouted Cruella, who thought Jasper was talking to her.
"Oh! Oh, no! Not you, miss. I mean Horace, here!" explained Jasper.
But Cruella had heard enough. She angrily hung up and continued smoking on her cigar until she decided to make a phone call to an old friend of hers.
At the Radcliffe house, Lucy was doing everything she can to locate the missing puppies as Pongo watched.
"Oh, dog spirits, tell us where the fifteen dalmatian puppies are." she chanted.
Just then, the phone rang.
Pongo hurried towards it, scattering all of Lucy's things on the floor.
"Sigh." she worded out.
Pongo had just made it to the phone when Lori ran towards it, saying. "It's probably Bobby. I know it is."
She picked up the receiver and called into it happily. "Bobby Boo-Boo Bear? It's literally been forever!"
"Is Anita there?" asked a voice that didn't sound like Bobby.
"Huh?" said Lori.
"Anita!"
"Oh." groaned Lori as she tossed the reciever to Anita. "It's for you."
"Hello?"
"Anita, darling!"
"Oh, Cruella."
"Oh, Anita. What a dreadful thing. I just saw the papers." said Cruella through the phone. "I couldn't believe it."
"Yes, Cruella. It was quite a shock." agreed Anita.
"What does she want?" asked Roger. "Is she calling to confess?"
"Roger, please!"
"Oh, she's a sly one, she is."
Me and my sisters listened carefully as Anita kept on talking to Cruella on the phone.
"Yes, we're doing everyone possible."
"Have you called the police?"
"Yes, we...we called Scotland Yard, but I...I...I'm afraid..."
Before Anita could continue, Roger took the reciever and called into it. "Where are they?"
"You idiot!"
"Anita!" said Cruella, not feeling angry as she was with Jasper and Horace.
"Oh. Sorry, Cruella." said Anita. "If there's any news, we'll let you know. Thank you, Cruella."
After she hung up, Anita looked up at Roger.
"Roger, I admit she's eccentric," she said. "But she's not a thief."
"Well, she's still number one suspect in my book!" replied Roger.
"Well, she's been investigated by Scotland Yard." explained Anita. "What more do you want?"
"Oh, I don't know, darling." sighed Roger. "I don't know."
"Oh, Rog, what'll we do?" said Anita as she comforted her husband. "What'll we do?"
As my sisters and I sadly watched, Pongo hung his head down and walked towards the pantry, where Perdita was looking at the empty basket where her beloved puppies were.
"Perdy, I'm afraid it's all up to us." he said.
"Oh, Pongo." said Perdita. "Isn't there any hope?"
"Well, yes." replied Pongo. "There's the Twilight Bark."
"The Twilight Bark?" repeated Perdita. "But, dear, that's only a gossip chain."
"Darling, it's the very fastest way to send news." said Pongo. "And if our puppies are anywhere in the city, the London dogs will know. Now, we'll send the word tonight while our pets take us for a walk in the park."