"This vacation's getting weirder and weirder," Cherry told the fourth wall. "Which is why I thought it would be fun to bring Lionel along for this adventure."

Lionel waved. "Despite the bad stuff, I'm having fun!" he replied.

"Hi, DeviantART, hi, Wattpad, hi, ArchiveofourOwn, hi, RustyPete12!" Mo added.

"Anyways... We have to find a way to get Roger and Anita back together," replied Furrball. "We only have 8 more days!"

"Read & Review!" Cherry said.

"I think they know to do that," Atticus said. "Who doesn't review?"

"Also, Guest Reviewer, you're quite the hypocrite to tell people to be patient with THEIR requests while you pester us with YOURS!" Cherry then glared at the fourth wall as Atticus began to shove her aside to get back to the story. "And I refuse to do Tom & Jerry: Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory! That's not canon in the Perkyverse!"

"As far as we're concerned, that movie is DEAD to us!" Lionel added. "But despite all the hate it gets, I did like the 1992 Tom and Jerry movie."

"Ooh! Good taste." Cherry applauded him for that.

"All because Tom & Jerry talk?" Patch sighed. "Come on, people..."

"Huh... Guess that means I can't like Penn & Teller Get Killed because of the ending." Cherry smirked.

The others looked to her.

"The OTHER part where Teller SPEAKS." Cherry clarified since that movie obviously ended in her favorite magic comedic duo ending up dead.

"Honestly, when I first saw that movie, I didn't really want to since at that point I'd already seen all the other Tom and Jerry stuff and was sick of them doing the same stuff over and over," explained Lionel. "But when I saw the 1992 Tom and Jerry film, I was pleasantly surprised. For once, Tom and Jerry weren't at each other's throats and getting in their own way. They actually felt like they contributed to the story instead of just being thrown in at the last second. Also, I thought them finally getting to talk was cool."

"Thank you!" Cherry said. "Finally... Someone gets it."

"Erm... If I could interrupt...?" Atticus spoke up.

"Right... Sorry... On with the show!" Cherry then said.

"So... Tripod went off with Cadpig... Why doesn't this surprise me?" Patch remarked. "Gotta admire their bravery."

"Yeah," nodded Lionel. "Now while they do THEIR part, we have to do ours!"


Later that night, Roger took the others still with him over to a Hawaiian themed hotel.

"Roger's got it bad." Lucky said as the man was sitting in front of the TV with a blank slate.

"He's going through the classic signs of depression." Spot added.

"Denial... Anger... Pizza..." Cherry listed.

"That's a new one." Lionel remarked as Rolly leapt up and caught the falling pizza crusts.

"This ain't so bad!" the pudgy pup chuckled.


Unbeknownst to our heroes, they were being watched at that very moment.

"My plan turned out even better than I expected!" Cruella laughed from where she was hiding with her family and minions. "I broken them up, permanently!"

"Great... Can we do something COOL and FUN for our vacation now, AUNT CRUELLA?" Jackson replied angrily that his vacation was ruined because of his crazy aunt.

"This WAS cool and fun," Ivy replied. "We got to make Amber and Darla miserable!"

"I meant something cool, fun, and NORMAL," Jackson replied. "If we weren't actually gonna vacation, then what was the point of bringing me along?"

"You know I need you for your muscle and your revenge on Atticus." Cruella replied.

"Forget revenge!" Jackson glared as his eyes seemed to turn red out of rage. "I just wanted a LITTLE BREAK away from my parents and to have SOME FUN! Sure, I HATE Atticus with a fiery passion, especially that geeky little emo friend of his, but I wanted a FREAKIN' BREAK, AND YOU WOULDN'T LET ME!"

"Well, we're done now, and I have a farm to claim." Cruella replied.

Jackson growled and let out a yell which seemed to burn the light out from the room they were hiding inside of.

"Um... The door is locked, Miss DeVil, ma'am." said Jasper a few seconds later.

"You just ALWAYS have to ruin it for me, don't you?" Cruella narrowed her eyes at Horace and Jasper.

"Dad was right... Hanging around my aunt would be nothing but trouble..." Jackson scoffed. "I KNEW she was loopy the day she came over after Ivy was born to get on ALL of our good sides so we would be allowed to visit once in a while."


Back in the hotel room, Lucky decided that Roger needed some different programs to get him to head out and find Anita.

"Tonight on Cheap Talk: the men who love baseball and the women who leave them."

"Cold." Mo cringed.

"Women on motorcycles leaving their men in the dust!"

"Lucky, gimme that." Patch rolled his eyes.

Lucky grinned sheepishly as Patch started changing the channels himself.

"Casablanca?!" Cherry and Atticus asked, recognizing the program.

"...What's that?" Amber asked.

"That's an old movie," Darla told her best friend. "Danny and Sawyer told me about it once."

"Oh, I think I remember this." noted Lionel.

The woman soon left the man in the movie just like Anita left Roger.

"How could I let her go?" The man sulked. "I've got to find her."

"How could I let her get away?" Roger repeated as he stood up in determination. "I've got to find her."

Lucky soon had Roger's car keys in his mouth and Roger took them before running off to go and get Anita back in his life.

"That's the way, Rog," Lionel exclaimed. "Everyone... TO THE BUS! But first..."

The others then looked to him curiously.

Lionel spun into a construction worker outfit and bricked up the door of the maintenance closet next to their room. "Done. Now let's move out!" he exclaimed.

"I guess ya never know." Atticus replied.

They all then rushed onto the Dalmatian Bus once Roger was ready to go get Anita back. Also, as if being stuck in the maintenance room wasn't bad enough, but a tow truck soon towed away Cruella's truck.

"Anyone hear beeping?" asked Horace.

"Yeah... Sounds like a tow truck..." replied Jasper.

"Jetson, get us out of here!" Cruella demanded.

"I REALLY don't want to." Jackson glared.

"Well, you're gonna HAVE to," replied Ivy. "If you feel like eating... Or sleeping... Or seeing your precious girlfriend again."

Jackson rolled his eyes and soon began to bust the door down with all his strength.

"That's better." Ivy smirked.

"'You'll be a big brother', they said... 'It'll be fun', they said..." Jackson grumbled to himself.

"Quit griping!" Cruella snapped. "We need to find some wheels!"

The deVil family was soon riding in a wagon together with Horace and Jasper peddling in bicycles on the road.

"But you said 'find you some wheels'." Horace said nervously to Cruella.

"Just shut up and pedal." Cruella snorted.

And so the two goons had no choice, but to pedal on the bicycles. They soon heard a howl which made Horace and Jasper peddle faster out of fear.


Meanwhile, Roger began to babble about finding Anita even if he didn't know where she was while driving.

"Hey, Rolly? You got the best nose out of all of us," Patch called to his chubby brother. "Why don't you try to track down Anita's scent?"

Rolly stuck his nose out the window and took a long whiff.

"You getting anything?" asked Lucky.

"Oh-ho, yeah, poppa; the 99-rib special at Barbecue Betty's!" Rolly exclaimed.

"Ugh..." Mo face-palmed a bit. "Think with something other than your stomach, please."

"Wait a sec... ANITA!" Rolly then realized before barking out the window.

"What is it, Rolly?" Roger asked. "You smell something? Is it Anita?"

Rolly nodded quickly to the man while pointing to the woman's direction.

"Atta boy, Rolly!" Roger smiled as he soon drove that way.


Meanwhile in the desert, a coyote howled while Anita sat around a fire. "I mean... The time had come," she said to herself. "We needed time apart... To think things out... But now... I just feel so alone..."

Cadpig and Tripod soon came out, barking to Anita.

"Huh? Cadpig! Tripod!" Anita smiled as she soon picked up the puppies as they licked her face. "What're you guys doing here?"

Cadpig let out an adorable whimper as Anita petted her and Tripod.

"I know, I know... What am I doing here? Did I do the right thing?" Anita asked, and Cadpig and Tripod shook their heads "no" in response.

"No..." Anita said to them as she had a lot on her mind now. "Oh, it's almost as though you two understand what I'm saying. What should I do, huh?"

Cadpig barked a response before showing the ring in her collar.

"A wedding ring, but... 'Anita and Roger'..." Anita said, examining the ring up close. "Now and forever... Oh, you guys are so right! What was I thinking?!" she then began to break out in tears. "I was also hoping this vacation would've been a good time to tell Roger he's about to become a father."

Cadpig and Tripod both looked shocked from that as Anita soon put out the fire and soon went to get back to Roger and the others. But they soon leapt back into Anita's sidebag as she started her motorcycle and rode off into the night.

"I've been so silly!" Anita sniffled as she rode off. "I love him!"

A pair of headlights were soon shining on Anita as a vehicle was riding down the same road in front of her. Anita was soon hit by the car by accident, but luckily, she wasn't hurt or killed. Cadpig and Tripod looked up, only to see a large brown dog wearing a pair of goofy antennae on his head glancing down at them.

"AAAAAAH!" Cadpig shrieked. "Please spare us, O giant alien dog. We are a peace-loving planet!" she curled into a ball and whimpered as the dog chuckled.

"Hey, relax; I'm not gonna bite." he replied.

"Heh... Good... I didn't wanna have to hurt ya." Tripod chuckled.

"Who are you...?" Anita asked the strange man in front of her.

"My name's Willy, but you can call me Zenox-5," The man replied, helping her up to her feet. "I almost hit you with my van, but it's a good thing you swerved away at the last second, but... I'm afraid your bike is totaled."

"But... Where...?" Anita started.

"Why don't you come meet the others?" suggested Willy. Opening the hydraulic doors of his van, it revealed that the insides were coated with an eerie green glow. "This is Anita, saucer-ites."

Around a table, were ten other people wearing antenna.

"Greetings, Anita," They all announced in monotone. "Have some mashed potatoes."

Anita looked a bit disturbed by these people. "Just WHAT is going on here?"

"We're The Society for Achieving Utopian Consciousness via Extraterrestrial Rebirth and Desert Operational Lacrosse Team," Willy introduced. "Together, we play lacrosse and wait for the great mother-ship to return and take us to the Planet Drifton, where the rivers run with gold."

"Any chance this is a stupid hat convention?" asked Cadpig.

The big dog shook his head at that.

"No, no, brother, it is the planet Drizik, where the turtles run with orange juice." A woman with a cast smiled.

"What...?" Tripod blinked to that.

"BLASPHEMERS!" Another man protested, slamming his fist on the table. "It is the Planet Squidinoc where the rivers run with creme soda!"

Then the saucer-morons started fighting amongst each other, pelting one another with mashed potatoes. Tripod soon face-pawed, shaking his head to this.

"Ya know, these people are wacko." Cadpig commented.

"Ya think I wear this hat by choice?" The big dog replied.

Anita managed to avoid getting hit with mashed potatoes. "I... Hate to disturb your little philosophical debate here, but I REALLY have to find my husband."

"We may disagree on the details, but we DO agree on one thing," said Willy. "No one leaves here. not until the shaggy green messenger from the mothership arrives to beam us home." he said, joined by the others.

Tripod made the "cuckoo" sign with his paw at this.

"Uh... Well, I... Really have to get going..." Anita said nervously.

A couple of people came to her with an antennae hat just for her, giving her no choice.

"We have to get these crazy kooks away from Anita!" Cadpig cried out.

"But how?" Tripod wondered.

"They said they wanted a shaggy green messenger, right?" asked the big dog, glancing at a fountain full of green sludge, as well as a mop.

"Well, yeah?" Tripod replied, taking a look with Cadpig.

The big dog looked to Cadpig, then the green fountain, and at a mop as if to imply something.

"Ooh... I gotcha..." Tripod smirked as he soon looked to the big dog. "You're gonna help us with this shaggy, green messenger."

"Anything to get outta this screwy outfit." The big dog nodded.


Eventually, Cadpig was dressed up to look like an alien and she soon came to the door.

"It is the shaggy green one, whose coming was foretold!" A man gasped.

"O Shaggy Green One!" The people soon bowed in worship beside Anita who just stood there.

"Lead us to the mothership off to Planet Drifton." Willy begged.

And as the saucer morons began arguing again, Anita noticed that it was Cadpig in disguise.

"Brothers, sisters, please; we must follow the messenger." she exclaimed.

"YES! FOLLOW THE MESSENGER!" The people exclaimed as Anita whispered, "C'mon, Cadpig."

And they piled into the van and set off. Tripod and Cadpig soon followed after Anita to finally get out of here.

"But you left without dessert!" A man rushed out. "I made a lovely chocolate landing pad!"


Back on the bus, Rolly was still hot on the scent.

"Oh, yeah, definitely picking up Cadpig and Tripod's smells..." he remarked. "And Anita! And unless I'm mistaken... Mashed potatoes?"

"I hope you're right," said Spot. "Cruella's probably right on our tails!"

Some of the others looked panicked from this.

"Stroke! Stroke! Stroke! Put your backs into it, you slackers!" Cruella snapped as she still made Horace and Jasper pedal her, her niece, and her nephew with the wagon.

"Speed up or shift out, you road hogs!" An old woman in a 1920's car glared as even she drove faster than they did.

"Slow down, you speed demon!" snapped Cruella. "Stop! Stop! STOP!" and on that, Horace and Jasper skidded to a halt. Cruella got out and prepared to hitchhike as they heard the sounds of rumbling motorcycles.

"I-I-I-It's the Hex Angels!" Horace shivered in fear from the motorcycle gang.

"Hitchhikers, huh?" One biker glared as he came out, cracking his knuckles. "I eat hitchhikers for lunch!"

"Not in that outfit you don't," Cruella glared. "Leather and chains? All wrong for a formal luncheon!"

"Uh, Aunt Cruella? I don't think you should bother these guys." Jackson spoke up.

"Not now, Jason," Cruella interrupted. "Over-accessorized, under-stylized, it's completely lacking!"

"You're purty." remarked the biker as he grabbed Cruella and plunked her onto the bike.

"...He's not serious, is he?" asked Jackson.

"Why, you-Well, I never!" Cruella sputtered. "Well... There was that ONE time..."

"I... Don't wanna hear about that time." Ivy grimaced.

"You two are kinda cute too!" The biker chicks looked to Horace and Jasper, grabbing them and took them with them.

"Well... That's pretty disturbing." Jackson commented.

And so the bikers took off.

"Looks like we might be stranded..." remarked Ivy.

"Okay, I have a plan," Jackson said. "You wait here, and I'll go get help!" he then went to run off.

"Just a minute!" Ivy snapped, running after him. "You're not getting rid of ME so easily, bozo! Auntie Cruella, wait up!"

"I'm not ditching you! Get away from me!" Jackson told her.

"You're not fooling me!" Ivy glared as she kept running after him.

Lucky for the both of them, Cruella drove back around and pulled them onto the motorcycle before peeling out.

"Yaugh!" Jackson and Ivy yelped as they were suddenly grabbed like that.

"Ooh, this can't be good for my dress." Ivy pouted.

"Seriously, why couldn't I have sold you for magic beans as soon as you were born?" Jackson grumbled.

"Because you know Mom and Dad would've thrown your sorry butt out on the street," Ivy replied smugly. "Now shut up and hang on."

Jackson looked beyond peeved off with his little sister. "Can't this bike go any faster?!" he then snapped.

As if on cue, the bike sped up, as they tore through the desert.

Ivy let out a yelp as her dress seemed to burn up a bit, crisping the skirt. "MY FAVORITE DRESS!"

Jackson hid a small smirk from that.

Nearby, a cop's speedometer melted inside his car. "DISPATCH! I got a team of Hex Angels tearing down the highway, led by one foxy mama!" he exclaimed into the CB radio. He started his car and tore off after them.