(A/N: I'm sorry this took as long as it did, but I was constantly changing my mind about how to right this. Anyway, please enjoy.)

A mass of dogs, at least a hundred, ran into the Junkyard from each exit. All the dogs, each of which had come from the pound, circled around the Junkyard Dogs, eyes fixated on the thugs, hatred and a lust for blood in their eyes. Tramp looked over at Buster, catching his gaze as the Doberman snarled.

"You think this'll beat me, Tramp?!" he shouted. "Time to end this!" He turned to his allies. "We end this tonight! Stand strong!"

The pound dogs all started charging towards Buster and his crew. They all engaged in a vicious battle, while Tramp, Scamp, Angel and Antonio watched on. Looking on at the ensuing war, Antonio saw Collette, back against a fence, terrified.

"I see Collette!" he told them. He was about to run towards her, but Tramp put his paw in front of the pup. "We have to get her out of here!"

"You need to tell me how they managed to capture her in the first place!" he barked back, staring at him. "My family has been worried sick about her, and you knew where she was all along! Now tell me the truth!"

"I took her somewhere I thought was safe, sir. Miss Abbott, the dog who lived there, she looked after me for a while, after I got separated from them. I knew what they were planning, so I figured I'd get her to Miss Abbott, because I thought they were going to kill all of you."

Tramp looked at him, staring down curiously. "Why would you do that? And why only Collette?"

"Erm," Angel interrupted, "we can settle all this later, Tramp! We have to get Collette home first!"

"She's right, sir," Antonio looked him in the eye. "I'm not proud of anything I've been involved in with these thugs, and I don't expect any forgiveness or pity, but if I can help you to get her to safety, I can at least be proud of something I've done in my life."

Tramp sighed, before giving the slightest and briefest of smiles to him, before donning his serious expression again. "Angel, Scamp, you two work with…"

"Antonio."

"Antonio. Make sure Collette gets home safe, and when you get there, stay inside. Do not come back out."

"What are you going to do?" Scamp asked.

"I have to settle everything with Buster. I'll be alright."

"We can come back and-"

"Scamp!" His son stopped talking and nodded. "I need to know my family is safe." They began to walk away, towards Collette, before Tramp called out, "Antonio!" The pup looked at him. "Look after her."

He nodded, giving a smile, before they headed around the edge of the Junkyard, sticking close to the fence and low to the ground. While they tried to make their way undetected towards Collette, Tramp came face to face with Bruiser. There were about a dozen other dogs on the ground around them, some dead, some unconscious. The golden retriever stared him down.

"Y'know, Tramp, I had a feeling it'd end like this," Bruiser told him, a sick grin growing on his face, "even when we were both starting out on the streets. We had each other's backs back then." His grin quickly turned to a scowl. "Shame I don't have any sympathy."

"I'm not going to let anyone hurt my family, no matter what the cost!" Tramp shouted back.

Tramp rushed at the Retriever, the two locking up in battle. Tramp brought his paw down over Bruiser's shoulder, leaving a noticeable gash, but he didn't react, instead clubbing Tramp in the back. He bit into his ear, trying to pull it from his head, but Tramp managed to get a kick into Bruiser's jaw and got away. His ear was bleeding, but still attached.

While they continued to fight, Scamp, Angel and Antonio reached Collette. The bandana-clad pup gently nudged her, getting her to look at him. He smiled warmly, nuzzling his head with hers.

"Don't worry, Collette," he whispered, "we're getting you out of here."

"B-but what about dad?" she asked, sniffing a little.

"He'll be fine for the moment," Angel told her, "he has back up. Once you're safe, we'll come back and help him."

Collette nodded. Slowly, they made their way out of the Junkyard, before they started running past the park. They passed by the entrance to the park, when out of nowhere, Tracy tackled Angel to the ground. The others stopped in shock. Angel looked over at them.

"Go!" she told them. "I'll hold her off, just get Collette back! Now!"

Scamp turned to the others. "I'll stay with her. Antonio, I'm trusting you. Get my sister home safely."

Antonio nodded and continued to escort Collette home. Scamp turned to face Tracy and ran into her, knocking her off Angel, who got up gingerly. He bit onto her tail, holding on tightly as she tried to shake him off, before she sent him into the railing. He let go, falling to the ground. Angel tried to help him, but she got knocked into the fence as well. Tracy placed one paw on each of them, pressing down into their necks as they tried to squirm away.

"I'm gonna make this nice and painful for you," Tracy sneered, grinning sickly.

"Hey!" they heard a voice call out. "Pick on someone yer own size!"

Suddenly, a golden white Pekingese ran in, tackling Tracy and freeing the two pups. The Pekingese then bit down on Tracy's shoulder, hard enough for blood to come out. She then spat out the blood, watching Tracy writhe in pain, weak from the blood loss.

"You kids' okay?" she asked, in somewhat of a country accent.

"Yeah, thanks," Angel replied.

"Alright, now get on outta here. I'll handle this floozy." They started to head after Collette and Antonio, before she called out, "hey!" They turned to face the Pekingese. "When y'see the Tramp, tell him Peg said hi."

"You got it," Scamp replied.

They urgently headed towards home. On their way, they reached a construction site, where Drill was fighting with Antonio. Antonio was clearly hobbling, while Drill had a slash over his tail. Angel and Scamp made their way towards Collette, who was watching on in fear by a stack of cinderblocks.

"Face it, kid!" Drill barked. "Y'weren't eva' menna be a Junkyard Dog! Ya ain't got th' guts for i'!"

"Oh yeah, Drill?" Antonio barked back, albeit a little weakly. "At least I have values. I know how meaningful life is! I know that what you lot have done is wrong. That poor, old dog, Jock- he didn't deserve what you did to him, and you'll pay for what you've done. But not by my hands."

"That's cos you're gonna die!" He charged at Antonio, but he dodged the attack. He couldn't stop his momentum, and he ended up running into a pipe, wedging himself halfway in. He kicked wildly in an attempt to free himself, snarling and growling viciously. "I'll get you, Ant! You and that pi'iful fam'ly!"

"I told you. My name… is Antonio." He hobbled towards Collette and the others. "Let's go."

"Are you okay?" Angel asked. "You're hobbling."

"Yeah, it's my paw. It's getting sore."

"It might be infected," Collette told him, worried. "When we get home, we'll get someone to look at it." She nuzzled him. "Please." He smiled and nodded, returning the nuzzle. "Now let's go home."

They made their way home within ten minutes. Angel and Scamp went in first. As soon as Lady, who had been sat in the living room with Annette and Danielle, saw them, she ran over to them.

"Thank goodness you're back," she said, hugging both of them, "are you alright?"

"We're fine, mom," Scamp told her.

She looked over his shoulder and saw Collette had also entered. Gasping, she began to cry. "Collette! You're home!"

Annette and Danielle heard this, running towards their sister and embracing her.

"Collette!" Antonio cried.

"You're alright!" Danielle cried.

"Annette! Collette! Mom!" she replied, getting teary eyed as well.

Lady smiled at the sight of her three daughters, reunited again. She then looked up and saw Antonio slowly hobbling in. Slowly, her smile faded and she growled angrily.

"You!" she barked. Antonio backed away, frightened as Lady marched towards her. "How dare you come into this house, after what you and your friends have done. I should get Darling and Jim Dear to call the pound instantly!"

He ducked his head in shame, but Scamp, Angel and Collette stepped in between the two of them.

"Mom, calm down!" Scamp told her.

"Antonio helped us! He managed to get Scamp free and he looked after Collette."

"Looked after her?! She separated her from her family! She got her involved in this."

"Mom, it's true!" Collette told her. "He looked after me. He took me somewhere safe to try and stop me from being attacked."

"Or at least where I thought was safe," Antonio interrupted in a low tone. They all looked at him. "Ma'am, I am truly sorry for any pain I have caused you these past few days. I was doing what I thought I needed to do, to try and spare her from their attacks. I should never have been associated with people like that."

"That does not help, young man." She stared down at him, showing no sympathy. "One of my dearest friends, Jock- he is dead at the paws of you, Buster and the rest of those thugs. My husband is currently out there fighting them, and my son was captured by them."

"I never attacked Jock. I wish I could have done something to stop what happened, but I didn't. I never wanted to hurt anyone. I only stayed with them as long as I did, because I had to in order to survive. A dear friend of mine, Miss Abbott, was killed by them too."

"Really?" He nodded. "I knew Mary. She was a kind woman." She looked at Collette. "This is her scarf, isn't it?" Collette nodded, sullen. "So, that was where you've been?" Again, she nodded. "I see."

"Sorry to interrupt," Scamp told them, "but dad is still fighting them. We have to help him."

"He's right, Lady," Angel told them. "We'll go."

"I will too," Antonio told her, "if there is any chance I can do the right thing tonight, I will."

"But your paw!" Collette told her. "It might be infected."

He looked at it, noticing how deep the cut was, before sighing. "I have to do this, Collette. If it means you'll never have to deal with them again, it's worth it." He smiled at her as she nuzzled him. "I'll be back soon."

She nodded, before Angel, Scamp and Antonio left.

Junkyard

Tramp and Bruiser were weary from battle. Every Pound dog was on the ground, most unconscious, about twenty dead. Tramp had several cuts over his body, while Bruiser was struggling to stay on all four paws. Tramp took one shot, connecting with Bruiser's jaw, before he collapsed and passed out.

"Goodbye, Bruiser," Tramp panted.

He turned around to head out, but was pinned to the ground by an angry Buster.

"This is it, Tramp," he sneered, "I've been waiting for this for years."

"It doesn't have to end this way, Buster," Tramp tried to reason, but his efforts were futile.

"Oh, yes it does, Tramp. I've come too far to get here. Drill and Tracy are out there, probably taking care of yer kids and wife, and that traitor, Antonio. Bruiser tried his hardest, but he was never gonna be enough to beat you. That's where I come in. Y'know, the old me wouldn'a wanted this to be the end. But that's just what this is- the end." Tramp closed his eyes, preparing for what was about to come. "Like I say, this is gonna be beautiful!"

"Get off him!" Antonio shouted.

He, Scamp and Angel all jumped on him, Scamp and Angel biting into his shoulders while Antonio bit into his neck. Buster screamed in pain, shaking desperately to get them off. He managed to shake Angel and Scamp off somewhat easily, sending them somewhat roughly to the ground, but Antonio wouldn't let go. He dug in a little deeper, drawing blood, but not enough to cause serious pain.

"You ain't beatin' me, kid!" Buster shouted. He quickly flicked his head forward, sending Antonio flying into a trash can. Buster then marched over to him and started stomping on his already slashed paw. Antonio cried in pain as the bones in his paw shattered. "You thought you could turn your backs on us and get away with it? I'm gonna make this slow and painful."

"Buster! Let him go!" Tramp shouted as he struggled to get up.

"Nah, Tramp! I'm gonna end this kid!" He moved his paw away from the now broken paw, placing it over Antonio's neck. "G'night, Ant!"

Antonio closed his eyes and waited for the paw to come down, and his life to end. But it didn't happen. Instead, he saw Brisco, the dog from Tony's, biting down into Buster's neck, before he threw him to the ground.

"You okay, kid?" Brisco asked.

"A bit weak, but other than that, yeah," Antonio smiled weakly.

The pain, however, had worn him out, and he passed out. Everyone ran over to him. Tramp noticed he was still breathing and sighed.

"He's still alive," he said. "Is everyone alright?"

"Yeah, dad," Scamp replied, who had only taken a bit of a scratch on his cheek. Angel had faired of similar, with a minor scrap to her ear. "And don't worry, Collette's safe."

"I'm so proud of you two. You defended yourself and you saved me." He looked down at Antonio. "And so did he. I think I may have been a bit harsh before."

At the exit, Tramp saw Tony and Joe, who were holding suitcases. They walked over to the group of dogs.

"Hey, it's-a Butch! And-a Butch's son and-a girlfriend!" Joe clamoured, rubbing each of their heads, as did Joe. He looked down and saw Antonio and sighed. "Poor kid. Looks-a painful." He looked at Brisco. "Who did-a this, Brisco?" Brisco pointed at Buster's body. "I'll call-a the pound, have them put-a him down. He won't a-hurt anyone ever again." He pulled out a phone. "Hello? Yes, there is a black Doberman at-a the Junkyard, and a hundred or so others. I believe-a the Doberman is-a savage, so I recommend he be put-a down. Uh huh? Okay. Arrivederci." He hung up and put the phone away. "Well, we need to go. Take care, Butchy. And-a you two rascals." He stood up again. "Let's go, Brisco."

"Take care," Brisco told them, before walking away.

"Thank you," Tramp replied. He then picked Antonio up, placing him on his back. "Let's go home, kids," he told them, "once we get a vet for him, he'll be alright."