(The Camden Town Dog Pound, where PC Pearl lives)
Greg came in with Dylan on a leash, grumbling cuss words and drinking a flask of Bud Light every now and then. "Sniff, sniff, sniff..." He muttered angrliy upon seeing Dylan sniffing around the place. He placed him in the cage and locked the door with the key. He set them on his desk and sat in his chair. Dylan sniffed. He should be at home with Angel and the others, not in this evil place with other angry, evil dogs! He layed on his stomach and cried bitterly. This was the worst day of his life.
(At 101 Dalmatian Street, 7:30 AM)
"... I'm on my own, here we go." DJ sang sadly along with "Brain Stew", curled up in the corner. With Dylan gone, the house was more chaotic and less in order, but Angel was now the permanant Top Dog until they got Dylan back. "Ok, ok guys. Let's all just calm down a bit." Dolly said. "Ange, Da Vinc and Leo are only gonna be gona for a little while-" "AHHHHHHHHHHHH! DOOMSDAY!" Dante, Dizzy and DeeDee all yelled. Dolly groaned in annoyance. This was getting nowhere.
(At Camden Markets)
Angel, Da Vinci and Leo were out and about at the Camden Markets, getting stuff for dinner later. The place was jammed pack with people conversing and getting food for lunch, dinner or maybe breakfast at one of the cafes. "Sure is crowded." Da Vinci mumbled. They wore leashes, per the new "law" and because of Greg's horrid apperence. Da Vinci still didn't like to be noticed, especilly after that t-shirt incident back way back when before Angel joined the family. "Ah, don't worry." Leo assured her. "There just poor, dumb-" "Ahem!" Angel said, giving him a stern look. "Sorry Angel, I meant... there just humans DV. They won't hurt you with me and Angel on watch." Da Vinci nodded. She trusted them. Angel's eyes then softened and she went to the butcher and asked for the juicist New York steaks and boy were they cheap! Only 3.99 a euro! "Wow! What cheap steaks!" Leo exclaimed as they left the butcher. "Yeah! Only 3.99 a pound. People are really wanting to get rid of inflation these days." Angel said. They shuffled through the people that were walking through the markets that were bunched together due to the Double Decker buses, taxis, and the cars coming on the road. "Cuse me!" Angel said in a sing-song voice everytime she almot ran into someone. It was kind of like a maze almost. Finally, she madeit out of the bustle of the Camden Markets and now headed off for 101 Dalmatian Street. She was also wondering how Dylan was coping in Dog Jail. They needed to find a Get Out Of Jail Free card, or we was stuck there for 1 week! And they needed to work. FAST! Before Dylan was possibly killed.
(Now, it is time for First Person POV. My first story to do this...)
(Dylan's POV)
One day... It's been one long, terrible, cold day since I was thrown in here by that lame excuse for a human called Greg. He barely watched over us. He mostly sat watching rugby on his 1990's televison set and drinking can after can of Bud Light. The only time he ever fed us was during noon tea or nighttime, and the food? It was the most disgusting slop you would ever see! I mean, WTD (What The Dog) does he put in there to make it look like someone barfed up chicken strips and then re heated it in the microwave?! It looked like something out of "Kitchen Nightmares". I pecked at it. It was indeed barfed up chicken with some hint of kibble and corn. It was the only thing that jerk would give to us, so I chowed on it like any other dog would do in a filthy, unsanitized jail. It was nasty and it made me gag. "Oh, Dog..." I groaned. Uh oh! It was coming back up! I went off camera and vomited it all out in the back corner. "Ugh..." I layed flat on my tummy, seeing if that would ease the cramps after that disGusting meal. How long would I be in here? For a week at least then Angel could come back and bust me out for a fee and take me back to livable conditions. "Pssst! Dylan." A fimiliar Russian accent whispered. I turned to the cage on my right: it was Snowball! "Snowball!" I said in relief. "Oh! It's so good to see a friendly face in here finally." "Me to." She replied. "That dorky human Greg locked me up in here because he tripped on my leash. OPH!" Stanisilav, her human was pushing the retract button on her leash, but since she was stuck in a cage, she hit the bars. "I hate leash." She groaned. ("Michael Kills Judith" frm 1978's "Halloween" plays) "So do I, but since that law was passed to require dogs to wear them, it's been very fishy. I think that law was to single us out from all our years of running around and causing mayhem. I think someone in that Governmant building hates us, and this is his version of revenge on us for causing trouble most-" (At 1:07 of song) "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Greg yelled. I turned in shock to see Greg in a fit of rage from the alcohol he consumed. "RAH! DAMN DALMATIANS! YOU RUINED MY LIFE! I WILL GET MY REVENGE ON YOU ALL!" he smashed the desk, spilled the beer and stumbled away to the edge of the room. He grabbed his net and his cap. "I'll be back in a few hours! So you mutts better not move, or I'll uthilize you all!" (At 2:39 of song) He slammed the door loudly. I shuddered. He was on a mission to get every dog in Camden, then possibly uthilize them all, one by one. "This is bad..." I croaked. I was in deep trouble, my family was in deep trouble, all the dogs in Camden were in deep trouble. I needed to get outta here. NOW!
(Back at 101 Dalmatian Street)
It was an overcast day today. Maybe even some rain. Everyone was inside the house, panicing and yelling. Angel was with DJ, Dolly and Dawkins, trying to devise a resue brigade to bust Dylan out of "Doggy Alcatraz" Dawkins had said. "What are we gonna do?! That Greg is an alcololic and a fighter! We can't just walk in there and demand he be set free. We'll bust him out like you did with Diesel." Angel suggested. Everyone went wide eyed. "That's a hard pass Angel." Dawkins said. "As much as awesome you're plan is Angel, but one time was enough. I don't wanna end up in a small confined cell! That's how I lost Princess Positron..." DJ explained what Princess Positron was: she was a certified aerospace engineer doll that Dawkins owned since he was a tiny puppy. Delilah found it a Camden Market and gave it to him on his birthday and he's kept it in his possesion ever since. When Cruella almost skinned them alive in her Kill O Matic 1000 Puppy Skinner, she merciless took Princess P and used her as a test subject on the machine, and well... Positron was mowed to shreds and an eyeball. Angel gave Dawkins a huge cuddle after hearing the sad story. "It's ok Dawkins, if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here for you."
"Thanks Angel. Ok..." He wiped his tears away. "Operation: The Nose Job Jailbreak is a go!" He said.
"Tonight, there's gonna be a jailbreak..." DJ was playing Thin Lizzy's "Jailbreak" through a speaker. It was the perfect song for a heist just like this! They stomped to the dogpound (on leashes), to bust Dylan out of the clink. This time, Dolly didn't wear a rope on her, so Dimitri 2 wouldn't chew and tug on it and say, "Sorry! Force of habit!" They arrived at the dogpound in about 12 minutes and they quickliy scattered. Da Vinci and Dolly hopped over the wall thanks to the dumpster next to the wall and entered thorough a huge crack in the wall. Dylan caught sight of them. "Dolly?! Da Vinci?!" Da Vinci used a etender with a can of spray paint and it extended to the wall that Dylan's cell was and began to spray it. Dolly jerry rigged the lock and the cage opened. "Thanks sis." "Don't mention it bro." She replied. "Ok. Diversion complete." Da Vinci announced. "Ok, let's skeddadle before Greg gets back and flips out." Dylan pleaded. They ran to the door, and the Dimitris opened it. "YO!" They began to hop around and hoot loudly, clapping their paws. "CHECK OUT THIS STUFF BRO!" "WHOOO!" "Dimitris! Come on! You'll get caught if you're doing this crap!" Dolly said. "Ok, sorry. Come on bros. Let's blow this popsicle stand." They all jetted out. "Ok I'mgonnarunawayreallyfast! Gottajet! Bye!" Delgado said superfast. Angel chuckled. Delgado was a bit of a motor mouth, always talking fast and zooming around, which was Delgado's personality. "Come on, come on!" She urged, signaling everyone to hurry their furry bottoms up or they would be nicked by PC Pearl. They bolted away from that horrid evil place before Pearl, Carl or even Greg showed up to try and get them. The ran and ran very, very fast!
Bcak at the house, everyone was panting hard and catching their breaths. Angel was slumped on the couch, panting and hypervenilating. Da Vinci nudged her hand. "Good job Da Vinci. We all did a job well done. Dylan's free, and Greg is off on his 3 hour patrol. He'll probably know we busted him out though." She jolted upright. "We need to leave!" She suddenly blurted. All the pups murmured amonst themselves. Leave? Why? "Why do we need to leave Angel?" Dimple asked. "Because, if Greg finds out that Dylan is not in his jail, he'll hunt us down and kill you all and send me to an orphanage! We need to lay low for a while... somewhere like... maybe my hometown of Liverpool! Or maybe Southhampton."
"I have a suggestion." Dawkins announced. "Ok. Shoot Dawks." Angel said. "We'll all motor to Cornwall., were we all met Summer and that-" "NO! NOT THERE! I BET THAT EVIL COW BESSIE IS STILL THERE!" Dante exclaimed. He hopped on Angel's lap and held her tightly. "Oh Dante. I bet she's dead by now, or maybe somewhere else." Dawkins said. "I'll tell Delilah to get the bus in session and have it come here." "Can Mr. Funnyface drive us?!" Dizzy asked. "PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE?" Dawkins sighed. He didn't want to upset Dizzy, and besides, they and Hunter were cool now. "Ok. I'll get Hunter as well." "YAY!" Dizzy and DeeDee cheered. "Who's Mr. Funnyface?" Asked Angel.
"The silliest boy ever!" DeeDee said.
"He may have tried to kill us, but he saved us! He's part of our family now." Dizzy said. Angel applauded. "Ok, if he's good, then I'll allow him." "Ok." Dylan said. "Let's get the bus ready and let' spack for Cornwall. Again."
AN: In Dylan's POV, it's a little intense huh? And Leo, I tried, but you didn't pop up. I don't know what version of it you use but mine is for school. Do you use the adult version of it? Lemme know and enjoy Leonardo!