"Jasper I need another doughnut!" Cruella yelled.
"We don't have anymore!" Jasper yelled from the kitchen, getting extremely frustrated with Cruella's pregnancy cravings. The woman wanted to eat everything and she was gaining weight like crazy. She blamed it on not smoking for nine months, but everyone knew Cruella just wanted an excuse to pig out for once in her life.
"Then bring me something else!" Cruella rolled her eyes. When were these two idoits going to get their act together? Simple jobs, she always gave them simple jobs that hardly required any brains whatsoever and they still managed to disappoint her. Collect the Dalmatians go get more materials, get her a damn doughnut, all disappointments!
A few minutes later, Jasper brought up what remained in the kitchen: A rotten apple, two expired cokes, and a half eaten slice of cheese pizza. "This is all we got, Your Majesty." Jasper said sarcastically and slammed down the food.
"Like that was so hard." Cruella rolled her eyes and returned her attention to what was most important, Baby. Well, not the baby in her stomach, but the 'stuffed' dog wrapped around her neck that she called Baby. As soon as Jasper left, Cruella's water broke. "Show time boys!" Cruella screamed. Jasper and Horace came running upstairs with a bottle of jack, a towel, and some cold water in a bucket.
Cruella gladly took the bottle and drank herself silly until the whole process was taken complete. "What ya wanna name the kid?" Horace asked, barely able to keep Cruella conscious enough to answer.
"Boyorgirl?" Cruella slurred and giggled a little.
"Boy." Jasper replied.
"Fuck, call him Jimmy Thompson for all I fucking care." And with that, Cruella passed out.
"Let's just call him Charlie or Carlos or something." Jasper whispered.
"Sounds a lot better than Jimmy Thompson if you ask me."